Electrical Love

Tired

"YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE TWERP! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE THAT WHISKEY WAS! YOU THINK YOU CSN JUST THROW IT OUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT ME KNOWING?!"

Your father sat above your as he gripped your neck with both hands. You choked and gagged as you struggled to breath. Your face turning blue as you reaches up and pried at his face and arms trying to get free.

"YOU MADE A MISTAKE BOY! YOU CANT FUCK WITH MY SHIT! YOU JUST CANT! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH MY STUFF!"

Behind you was your mother sitting on the couch as she stared at the television. She just lazily drank a glass of wine as she ignored everything that was happening. Your legs kicked and flailed as you struggled.

While your fathers hands got even tighter "LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU BOY! YOU EVER! EVER TOUCH MY SHIT AGAIN AND ILL SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK AND FEED YOU TO A PACK OF WOLVES!"

Your father then stood up as he pulled you to your feet while still choking you "Get out of my face before I kill you" he then lets go as he pushes you away as you cough and fall back onto your ass.

You sit there for a minute as he turned to walk away before you quickly stood up and ran off to your room. Beginning to cry as you did so.

When you reaches your room you slammed your door and locked it as you ran to your bed and jumped on it. You laid still and began to cry as you curled up under your blankets and hugged yourself.

You were tired. So tired. You dealt with this for years. And today of all days. Your 11th birthday. It was supposed to be a good day. Yet, things weren't. You stopped crying as you turned to lay on your back as you stared up at the ceiling. Watching your fan slowly spin around. You laid there silently as you wiped your tears. The skin in your neck a deep red from the pressure. But finally you made up your mind. You wouldn't suffer anymore. You were tired. So tired.

So that night, while your parents slept. You snuck out of your bed. You quietly moved past their bedroom as you entered the garage just down the hall.

Pushing the door open you move a box over as you stand up on it as you reach onto the high shelf with a small tool box your father had. You then opened it and retrieved a pair of wire cutters.

You had paid enough attention to your father when he works on his car to know a few things. So you did something to help him.

You got done and crawled underneath his car as you rolled over and held up the clippers before you cut the break hoses. As a liquid begins to drain onto your shirt. But it's no problem. You then crawl back out from under his car and return the cutters to the box and set it back where it was.

Then you returned to your room. Going back to sleep.

The next morning, you heard your father argue with your mom a short while before he angrily got dressed and went to the garage as he prepares to leave for work.

You just remained in your bed as you stared up at the ceiling. Waiting.

After a moment the garage door opened as you heard your fathers car start. Then after a few moments it drove away as the garage door closed.

Yet, you remained still. Then, just an hour later, your mother undresses herself in the bathroom so she can take a bath. As she climbs into the tub, she puts a pair of earplugs in as she closes her eyes and relaxes. Laying back.

Then you act. You go to the kitchen and grab the old toaster you never used and took it with you to the bathroom.

As your mother laid there, you plugged the toaster in. It may have been old but it was a fancy high powered one. From a few years back.