My new life, chapter 1
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"Get up stupid bitch!'' I heard my dad yell from the other room. I heard something crash into the wall and my mom cry out in pain. My dad-or Jon was'nt my dad. I don't have one. My mom has 1 other kid. A son. But she does'nt know where he is.
"God damn piece of shit!" Jon yelled as he slammed my door opened. That's one of my many "nicknames" from him. He started approaching my bed where I was sitting.
"Didn't I tell you to unload the damn dishwasher?" he screamed slapping me hard across the face.
"I-I-I did," I said feebly. He slapped me harder.
"Don't you dare fucking talk back to me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" he picked me up and threw me against the wall. My mom ran in the room.
"No! No Jon don't hurt my baby!!!" she screamed.
"Shut up bitch!!!'' My mom tried hard to be a good mom, but it wasn't her. She is a recovering herion addict and she's an alcoholic. "You know what you deserve for
having such a smart mouth little boy?" Jon asked in a voice that made me tremble. He grabbed my arms. I screamed. He dragged me into the bathroom,me screming the whole way. He turned on the water.
"No please dad. Please don't." I cried. He took my clothes off. I was screming now.
"Shut the hell up!" he yelled slapping me so hard I shut up fast. I was crying silently now. He picked me up. He placed me into the scorching water. I scremed loud. He laughed a sickening laugh.
"You like that? This is what you get for talking back boy!" I cried out. The water was burning my skin and all my cuts and brusies were hurting real bad right now. Jon was holding me from under my arm pits. "You gonna talk back boy?" I shook my head fast. He pulled me up and threw me on the florr and walked out of the bathroom. I heard the front door open and close and I sighed.
I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Mark. I'm 10 years old and in 5th grade. I have a brother some where but my mom seems to hate him and never talks about him. My mom is addicted to herion (but she's tryin to get off it). Now back to the story.
I weakly pulled myself off of the floor to get ready for school. I hate school. I read 2 years behind because I can never do my homework because I'm always trying to stay out of trouble with Jon. My teacher is always asking questions about my brusies and stuff.
I got dressed in a plain long sleeved shirt and jeans. I looked at myself i the mirror. There was a bad bruise on my cheek that I know I can't hide. I guess I'll say I fell when playing football. That's a good lie. I picked up my booksack and walked out of the door.
When I got to school, my teacher asked me to step out in the hall with her. I did."Mark,honey what happened to your face?" she asked, concerned.
"I was playing football with my brother and he tackled me real hard and I hit the ground a little to hard." I said quietly. I knew she did'nt belive me.
"Come with me," she said. I followed her into the office and past alot of doors. She stopped at one that said "counselor" on it. She knocked on the door. A tall man opened the door.
"Hi Mr. Johnsnon," Mrs. Adams said.
"This is Mark. I believe you two should talk." The guy nodded.
"Come on in Mark," he said in a friendly voice. He led me to a big red chair. "So what happened to your face there?'' he asked.
"Football," I replied simply.
The rest of the talk he asked me about my parents and crap. I thought my bad day was finally over. Little did I know, when I got home, things were gonna get much much worse.
"God damn piece of shit!" Jon yelled as he slammed my door opened. That's one of my many "nicknames" from him. He started approaching my bed where I was sitting.
"Didn't I tell you to unload the damn dishwasher?" he screamed slapping me hard across the face.
"I-I-I did," I said feebly. He slapped me harder.
"Don't you dare fucking talk back to me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" he picked me up and threw me against the wall. My mom ran in the room.
"No! No Jon don't hurt my baby!!!" she screamed.
"Shut up bitch!!!'' My mom tried hard to be a good mom, but it wasn't her. She is a recovering herion addict and she's an alcoholic. "You know what you deserve for
having such a smart mouth little boy?" Jon asked in a voice that made me tremble. He grabbed my arms. I screamed. He dragged me into the bathroom,me screming the whole way. He turned on the water.
"No please dad. Please don't." I cried. He took my clothes off. I was screming now.
"Shut the hell up!" he yelled slapping me so hard I shut up fast. I was crying silently now. He picked me up. He placed me into the scorching water. I scremed loud. He laughed a sickening laugh.
"You like that? This is what you get for talking back boy!" I cried out. The water was burning my skin and all my cuts and brusies were hurting real bad right now. Jon was holding me from under my arm pits. "You gonna talk back boy?" I shook my head fast. He pulled me up and threw me on the florr and walked out of the bathroom. I heard the front door open and close and I sighed.
I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Mark. I'm 10 years old and in 5th grade. I have a brother some where but my mom seems to hate him and never talks about him. My mom is addicted to herion (but she's tryin to get off it). Now back to the story.
I weakly pulled myself off of the floor to get ready for school. I hate school. I read 2 years behind because I can never do my homework because I'm always trying to stay out of trouble with Jon. My teacher is always asking questions about my brusies and stuff.
I got dressed in a plain long sleeved shirt and jeans. I looked at myself i the mirror. There was a bad bruise on my cheek that I know I can't hide. I guess I'll say I fell when playing football. That's a good lie. I picked up my booksack and walked out of the door.
When I got to school, my teacher asked me to step out in the hall with her. I did."Mark,honey what happened to your face?" she asked, concerned.
"I was playing football with my brother and he tackled me real hard and I hit the ground a little to hard." I said quietly. I knew she did'nt belive me.
"Come with me," she said. I followed her into the office and past alot of doors. She stopped at one that said "counselor" on it. She knocked on the door. A tall man opened the door.
"Hi Mr. Johnsnon," Mrs. Adams said.
"This is Mark. I believe you two should talk." The guy nodded.
"Come on in Mark," he said in a friendly voice. He led me to a big red chair. "So what happened to your face there?'' he asked.
"Football," I replied simply.
The rest of the talk he asked me about my parents and crap. I thought my bad day was finally over. Little did I know, when I got home, things were gonna get much much worse.
