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     The sun shone through the open window, waking Christopher up. He felt his head throbbing, pain all over his back. He slowly lifted himself up and he sat down at the edge of his bed. Daddy had beaten him again, for what? No lesson was learned except that Mommy was weak and Daddy was Satan incarnate. That was Chris's understanding of his parents, ever since he went to church at the age of four, and the Pastor had talked about Satan and how evil he was. 

     Chris rubbed his thighs with his hands, he knew they were bruised even though he couldn't see through his pants. He tried his best to stand up and he staggered into the bathroom. His lip was cut and his right eye was a bluish-purple. Chris brushed his teeth slowly, his jaw hurt like hell. He took a shower and watched as the crusted blood came off his body. Daddy wore his ring last night. Chris got dressed and stood in his room. He could hear his parents from their room, muffled sounds. He already knew what they were doing, he couldn't imagine why his mother would let him touch her.

     I'm hungry...He thought to himself. He smiled at his mother's attempt to give him breakfast. There was a bowl of cereal on his night table, a glass of juice beside it. He walked over to it. The sight of soggy Corn Flakes in luke warm milk was nauseating, he didn't even want to know what was in the cup. His mother had accidently served him vodka once before. The results of that were..something Chris never wanted to feel again. Chris took the "food" and brought it to the kitchen, throwing it out. He knew better than to take food without permission so he went right back to his room. He took out his notebook and began to write.

     The sun began to go down and Chris was still lost in his writing. Yari walked in, her hair was tangled and she was wearing one of his shirts.

     "Dinner is ready honey. Daddy says you can eat in your room today. His friends are coming over."

     Chris nodded his head and continued to write, scribbling cartoons around his words. Yari stepped out and returned, bringing in a plate of rice and beans and a glass of soda. She placed it on the table beside him and sat down next to him. She ran her fingers through his hair.

     "Daddy loves you Chris. He just gets mad sometimes....."

     Chris nodded his head and continued his writing.

     "What do you have there baby?"

     He pulled the notebook closer to his chest and shook his head.

     "It's nothing mom...Just cartoons and stuff."

     "Ok...Well when daddy calls you please come to him ok?"

     Chris nodded. His father liked to show off his authority to his friends. Chris waited until his mother left the room before eating all that she gave him. He was starving, his stomach had been aching and growling all day. He didn't leave a single grain of rice nor a single drop of soda. He thought it would satisfy him but like always, the little food he ate only made him want more.

     Chris lingered around his room and waited until his mother came for the dishes. She took his hand.

     "Daddy wants you now."

     He took her hand and walked with her into the living room. His father sat on his recliner, smoking a blunt. His friends were all holding beers and smoking as well. They smiled and Chris made his way to his father who took his son into his arms.

     "See what I'm talking about? Respect.", he said and his friends all gave in their comments and praise to Christopher's father. Chris felt chills rise through his body as his father simply ran his fingers through Chris's curly hair.

     "Go to your room. I'll see you later.", he whispered into Chris's ear. Chris nodded and did as he was told, closing the door. He turned on the little lamp on the night table and sat down on his bed. He wondered if Satan talked as nicely as his father did, only to become a monster when you let him get close. Mommy used to say that, when she believed in God. But Daddy took away her hope, crushed her every dream. Just like he was beginning to do to Chris.

     Chris lied down, hugging himself tight. He wondered if any of his classmates in school were going through what he was going through. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine just one, one girl or boy who could take his hand and say, "Hey, I know how you feel." But no one did. Except mommy; beautiful, young mommy. Green eyed, black haired mommy with her red lips and sweet words. Bruised and battered mommy, with all her faults, each one pointed out by him. Him who was now sitting beside Chris, his back to him and his head bowed.

     "You have to go to school tomorrow...If anyone asks, you already know the story. If you open your mouth, remember last summer."

     With that said, he left the room, closing the door. Chris pulled the covers over him, forcing himself not to remember last summer. The summer he tried to run away and his father found him. Chris began to remember the feel of rusted metal against his legs. Daddy had threatened to cut his legs off if he ever tried to run away again. If he ever tried to tell someone the truth.

     So Chris went to school the next day, telling his teacher he fought his cousin again. No one asked, no one spoke. If anyone did know the truth, they just stood quiet.

I know I said I would wait until I am done with Escape and Lost Without You but I am having serious writer's block and ideas for this one are fresh. So I hope you enjoy it. God Bless!