chapter 7

ive grown tired of mother and started showing her. i did my chores half assed and just didnt care anymore. father left me with mother. i wished she would just kill me and get it over with. i knew death would be my only escape. the day at the grocry store i tryed to act out. though i knew when we got back to the car i would pay dearly. when we pulled back up to "her" house i knew the only thing i could do is pray for a quick death. and delaver me from evil amen

chapter 6

father spent less and less time at home after the "accident". i still thought of father as my protecter but day by day i was loseing that feeling. i knew father was a beaten man. His once jet black hair was gray. Water was my only source of survival. i remember mother makeing me go around moming yards to make "her" money. insted of money one lady made me a lunch and sent me on my way i knew mother would have though i broke into her house and made it myself. i should have threw it away before i got home

chapter 5

the "accident"  will always stick with with me. i knew mother didnt mean to stab me but what botherd me most was the was no compassion from father. i knew i had lost all respect i had for him. my "hero" was gone. i could only hope for some remoruse from mother but i knew it was hopeless. when i was able to go with my brothers and play with my sparklers i felt i was finaly apart of the family once more. i relized my wound was infected but i knew i wasnt willing to ask the "bitch" for anything and was able to clean up the wound myself. in my mind it was a small victory for me.

chapter 4

Hunger. i knew this feeling better then almost anything.for years father tryed to help me with mother but i knew after all these years father wasnt able to change mothers mind about anything. stealing food was my only means of geting any food. i know i would be forsed to throw up the food. the day at the rusian river i knew mother was planing somthing but i would have never thought mother would go so far as to make me eat my brothers soiled diper.the day mother made me swollow amonoia was the day i lost all respect for father. i knew me and him were slipping away even farther.

chapter 3

i would sit in my room at night wondering when my mother would come in my room screaming at me. i knew in mothers eyes i was a "bad boy". i was sit there thinkning to myself thank god father was home. i knew mother wouldnt do anything when father was home. in my eyes father was my protecter. when mother told me i was being held back in school i couldnt figure out why. when school started back up it was nice being in class with my little brother. i know when i get home i was going back to hell. the day mother put my arm in the fire in the stove i knew i was going to find out what hell was really like.

chapter 2

i never felt safer then when i was in mothers arms. When father left for work mother would pile me and my brothers in the family car and take us on cite seeing trips around the city. When father had to work 24 hour shifts mother would take us on day and over night trips. When we was all home together i remember the smell that would pass threw the house. the smell of mothers cooking. The holidays were the best. decorating the tree and one of us kids would be alowed to put the the star on the tree.

chapter one

free? i didnt even know what the word ment. i felt i would always be under mothers control. i knew no matter what i would always be a "bad boy" in mothers eyes. It felt good haveing a little bit of food in my stomach. i wish i could go back to be able to thank my teachers for puting there jobs on the line just to save me.