"Devyn lets go before you get left!!" My mom demanded as she walked out of the Kingdom Hall.
We're Jehovah's Witnesses and we go to the Kingdom Hall every Tuesday's and Sunday's.
"Ok I'm coming" I responded.
I was busy talking to my friends I did not realize she was leaving. So I said goodbye, and I ran to catch up with her. She seemed upset but I did not do anything that I thought was wrong.
"Sorry mo..." She slapped me mid sentence as soon as I got to the car.
She had really long nails so every slap left a scratch on my face.
"Wait till we get home, yo behind is mine!" She said as we pulled out the parking lot.
Being a Witness you're not allowed to curse so even though she said behind I know she wanted to say ass.
"But mommy what did I do?" I said as I held my left cheek while the tears rolled down my face.
"When I say lets go that's exactly what I mean! You don't say I'm coming, you come! And then after I said lets go you continued your conversation. You got the wrong one!" She responded as she flew down the road as if she couldn't wait to get home to beat me.
"But I was only saying goodbye." I said in a weeping voice.
"I DONT CARE WHAT YOU WERE DO.." She started to hit me from the front seat.
I always sat behind her so she didn't have much aim to hit me. I slid all the way to the left of the back seat to dodge her blows, which only upset her more.
We finally got home, I was so nervous I was sweating. I wasn't sure how bad this beating would be.
"Go to your room drop everything and get in position!!" My mom yelled.
I ran to my room and took off all my clothes. Sweating and out of breath for the nervousness, I laid across the bed on my stomach. I heard the rattling of the belt getting closer and closer. My breathing became heavier.
"Don't you move. Every time you move I'm adding five licks." She said as she began to swing the belt.
The first couple hits are always the worst. I moved to the side and threw my hand to cover my butt.
"10 more licks!!" She shouted.
"But I thought you said five?!" I responded as I cried
"It's whatever I want it to be!"
She continued to hit me but she began to hit my back, my neck, my legs which caused my to move even more.
"20 more licks!" My mother yelled once more.
"Mommy PLEASE STOP PLEASE!!" I pleaded."SHUT UP AND TURN OVER!"
"PLEASE PLEASE IM SORRY I WONT DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE!!"
"SHUT UP!"
She beat me for a good 30 minutes. My body covered in welts. They stung so bad. I was scratching all over.
"Now when I say do something that's exactly what I mean." She demanded.
She walked away out of my room leaving me there. I was distraught as I slowly put my clothes back on trying to avoid the welts.
I cried myself to sleep that night. Wondering why me? Why was I beaten so badly for every little thing. I cried for my daddy. Why wasn't he there to help me? Why did he leave me here with her to be abused?
I woke up the next morning with puffy red eyes. The welts started to fade but they still itched. I done my morning routine of brushing my teeth, showering, getting dressed, and eating breakfast. I went in my moms room to tell her I was leaving for the bus, she was watching tv.
"Bye mom. Love you." I uttered
She didn't respond. I guess she didn't love me anymore. She always would say she loved me even if she beat me the day before, but today was different. I felt like I had lost the only parent I had left.
That whole day at school I thought about running away. Where would I go? What would I do about food and water? Just wishing there was someone I could call to take me away from the abuse. I thought about my father's family but my mom cut them off from us completely I didn't even know their names. I couldn't call my mom's family because they always take her side. I felt like I had no one. I was all alone.
I arrived home that evening, and my mother was still showing no affection. Nothing! It's like I wasn't her son anymore. It's as if the beating she gave me earlier was a way of her disowning me. She didn't even cook me dinner that night. I just put a Tostino's pizza in the oven. The directions where on the box so it was fairly easy.
I didn't have any homework. I finished it all in class so I went to bed early. The heat was on but I still felt so cold.
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Short StoryA young man named Devyn faces the trials and tribulations of life early on losing his father along with dealing with an abusive mother. He is constantly caught between the love for his mother and his desire to be free from the verbal and physical ab...