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Child abuse is NOTHING to sneer at!!!
Child abuse is NOTHING to sneer at...

“What the f**k is your problem, you little piece of shit!” His voice echoed through like a crown of thorns tight over my fear-rushed heart.
His spit, that burning saliva latched onto my face as the fumes of Coors and black velvet rose from them into my bleeding nostrils. Tears flowed like fire, scratching the rug-burns as they rolled mercilessly down my cheeks.

What had I done? What did I do wrong!? Dear God in heaven please answer me!
What did I do!?

My words interlocked with his fury, he heard my prayer and stopped them in mid air, breaking through my plea with another blow of the Hoover pipe. The rush of pain was worse than any of the others that he had given before. My wails echoed with no prevail as the springs of the sheet covered sofa comforted me with nothing but more reasons for the hershey of misery to come and sear my burning face.

“You’re never going to amount to ANYTHING! You’re a pathetic
f**king ingrate! If you were my son, I’d f**king kill you!” His
eyes stared into mine like a beam of icy blue hatred

I’d f**king kill you… Mom, where are you… don’t you
love me?

He finally left the room to finish off his anger fuel. I was able to sit up, but there was no relief for me, I was a prisoner in my own home, a home that I thought would protect me. The demonic warden was only a stones throw away, sitting in a heap of drunken hazes.

A river of questions poured out of every blood bubble as a pitful question.
I cried, he would kill me for sure.

I don’t want this anymore, I want to run away, I want to die. But it was my birthday tomorrow. I could make a wish that was sure to work, with ten candles on the cake, I could make Satan disappear.

The springs brought me back to reality. Their sharp pointed popped the only hope that I had to comfort me.

Then came the sound, that heart pounding sound. One after another, after another,
after another. I wanted to scream for him to hurry and make an end to this suspense, but then I’d never be able to tell my friends that I would never see them again.

He finally came around the corner.

“Here, clean yourself up.” He threw a damp warm towel at me.

Was this a trick? Did he want to be friends now? I only stared at him in confusion.


“What, are you f**king deaf now? I said to clean yourself up and go to your room!” Now he wanted me to go to my room?

Then, it happened. He stumbled brutally at me with his hands in front of him.

“You don’t f**king listen, you’re a f**king retard, what
the f**k can you do!” He shoved me to the back of the couch with one hand and with the other grabbed the wet towel and pressed it hard against my face, rubbing the blood away from my burnt red cheeks. The agony that went through my body wanted to make me squirm as my nose popped out of place again
and again, but I knew that if I fought, he would fight back even harder.

He shoved the small towel back into his pocket, and grabbed my shoulders.

“Now go to your room and don’t leave until I tell you to!”
I knew that if I waited again, he’d break me even more. I rushed up the stairs and closed the door behind me.

Helplessness was my only companion, misery just around the corner.

The soft pillow drank plenty that night as I waited for the relieving sound of ruffling gravel under the tires of a valkyrie that failed to protect her son.
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