Nightmares CAN Come True

My Sleepless Sleep

I tried my very best to sleep. But, I couldn't. It's like my life has been taken over by little demons that keep repeating, "Get out? Nah, he'll find you, and he'll kill you like the others." I didn't believe it though. Jo was trying to scare me. And I guess I was too.

"He's not real, just a joke." I kept, silently, repeating to myself. I turned over onto my side, and looked out my window. It wasn't that dark out yet, but I craved sleep.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My mother shouted from downstairs.

"I came to see my boy." Slurred words followed my mother's frustrated question. And my mind went from exhausted to hatful.

It was my dad.

My dad used to let all his anger out from work, home, or anywhere else, on me. It was as if my dad had blamed me for everything. He said he was sorry and that he'd stop, but he never did. So my mom ended it.

"Well, I'm sure he doesn't want to see you!" She quickly remarked. I heard no words, only the sound of a loud snack. I knew EXACTLY what had happened. He had hit my mother. I stormed downstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed him. "You wanted to see me? Well, here I am!" I walked over to him, then stopped and stood so close. He smelled like booze and cigarettes.

"I came to see you, son." He said with a grin slowly stretching across his face.

"Well, no one here wants to see you! Get out!" I walked closer, motioning towards the door. The next thing I knew, I had a full blown swing to my gut. I bent forward and gripped my stomach.

"Lemme try this again," he said straightening up. "How've you been?" He said a little tense. I didn't answer. I stood and backed up. But he just walked closer.

He swung. Again.

This time I was ready, I ducked and charged at him. I tackled him to the ground, and pinned his clenched fists to the floor. "Let ME try again. Get. Out. Or else." I said as calmly as I could.

"Oh yeah? 'Or else' what?" He questioned.

"Or else I call the cops and sue your sorry, screwed up face." I replied. He stared at me. He knew just as well as I did that he didn't have the money to get sued.

"Alright, you've got me. Now got off your old man." He said calmer. I got off, as he ordered. "You're a good kid, Mikey." I shook my head in disgust.

"That's not what you thought when I was younger, and when you hit me." I sassed.

He chuckled and nodded. He makes me sick. I can't stand him anymore. Not that I ever could before