My Life, Beaten
Author: IAmTheRealET

Chapter 4
The Worst So Far

  "Where the hell have you been?!"  was the greeting from Dad I got when I stole silently into the kitchen. 

  "Oh, hi Dad."

  "Hi Dad?  Is that all you have to say for yourself?  Hi Dad?!?" 

  So, Dad was upset.  "Well Dad, I had to make sure the neighbors hadn't heard anything.  And so-" 

  "It took you an hour to ask them if they'd heard any noises?  Your pathetic," he said and pushed me down the hall and into my room.  There he took off my shirt and his belt, pushed me against the wood floor.  My stomach dropped as he pushed me against the wooden board, not slid back in it's place.  I felt my flesh, maybe an inch of it, stick under the board, God, it hurt. 

  Not only that, but then Dad stepped on me.  Not hard, but the fact he would step on his son hurt more than anything.  Then the worst of the night; the picture -that damn picture- fell out of my pocket again.  "Oh, what's this?" Dad sneered.  "Jordan," he spat out her name, like even speaking it taited his breath.  "That bitch."

  "Jordan was not a bitch!" I flared back.

  "Not your sister, boy.  Her mother!" 

  I stared at him, scared.  "W-What are you talking about?" I whispered.

  "Ha!  You act like your actually scared of me!  No, it isn't I you should be scared of.  It's that woman!  You really want to know what she did?"  I nodded when words refused to come.  "She cheated!  Yes, your perfect mother isn't!  And then she had the nerve to keep that girl, forcing me to look at what wasn't mine every day of her life!

  "And what's worse, she refused to have sex with me!  Claimed I was handsom and smart but having children with me would have tainted her!"  If Dad hadn't been yelling, I think he would have been crying.  Then he turned me over with his foot, yanking the skin stuck under the board off.  I cried out in pain, but Dad didn't even seem to notice.  He whipped the skin off my back with his belt anyway, so he wouldn't have been able to tell even if he did care.  "I hope that teaches you."

  Then he stormed out of the room.  I was in so much pain I didn't even bother to go over to the Wess' house to find out if Dad had woken them up.  Dad might have gone too far this time.  I crawled over to the bed, wincing with every movement.  Pulling my pillow and blanket down I fell asleep on my stomach, praying by some miracle I wouldn't live to see tomarrow.


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