|
How To Traumatize An Eight Year Old.
Tragedy
 Created on 1-16-08
 Views(67)
 Story Rating G
|
He was eight at the time. For him, coming home from school was like a death sentance. He was scared because he knew his father would be working late, his mother, however, was home. He was afraid of his mother. She often was mean and abusive toward him and only him. He had a few siblings but none of them were abused. Why him?
He came home from school and placed his bag on the ottoman, as he usually did. Then, from the kitchen his mother called his name. He proceeded to the kitchen with his head between his shoulders.
"Yes, mommy?" He asked. But, he knew all ready what he was about to do. His mother had a sink full of dirty dishes and oven parts. The water was always hot too, and his hands started burning just thinking about it.
"Wash these dishes, you peice of shit!" his mother screamed at him. And with that, she gave him a slap on the backside of his head. He dare not cry for if he did, she would get the broom and beat his legs with it. He walked to the dining room and got a chair, and placed it infront of the sink. He stood on the chair and tryed to stall so the water would cool a little. His mother noticed this, and she took his arms and pushed them into the soapy, greasy, scalding hot water. He jerked his arms out of the water and screamed. This water was hotter than ever and as he pulled his arms out, his elbow connected with her face. Now, he was really in for it. He tried to run, but the floor was slippery and he fell. His mother grabbed him by his hair and jerked him up. She dragged him to his bedroom and slammed the door shut. She threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him, beating him with her fists anywhere she could land a blow. He struggled even more and kicked her off his small fragile frame. His mother yelled for her mentally challenged brother, and he came into the room. She screamed and ordered him to hold me down. The uncle was just as afraid as the boy was. The uncle held him down and mommy put his dirty sock from his foot, into his mouth and pinned his nose shut. Struggling for air and rapidly going into shock, he started to gag. He could see his uncle crying and his mother was laughing. Finally, the uncle let go and took the sock out of his mouth. Mother started yelling at him and punched him on the nose.
I lay there and fainted... My father came home shortly after. I woke up the next day and they were discussing my bruises and how they should deal with my "fighting with my friends and playing so rough" I had bruises all over my body and a missing tooth. My nose was broken and my left arm sprained.
I never had the courage to stand up for myself. Never had the heart to tell my father.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On January 16th 2008 xashleyrosex Said : | |
|
that is so sad:[ |
