The Loner

Chapter 2: The Abuse-

Gradually everyday my fathers beatings would get worse. I hid the bruises and cuts the best I possibly could. I doubt anybody even cared to notice. I dreaded everyday when I would come home, terrified of my fathers frequent beatings and punishments. He always came up with cruel ways to punish me for everything. A lot of the time I felt like crying my eyes out in front of him, but as usual I just had to suck it up and take it like a woman.

I knew his favorite punishment by the time I was in kindergarten. The leather belt. He would whoop me with that thing until my bottom started bleeding. Oh my it killed to sit down. I think only one teacher noticed my discomfort when I would sit. She was my favorite teacher also. Ms. Rebecca. She was truly amazing. She was my role model. I loved everything about her; her hair, the way she talked to me when I cried, how she never sent me away when I was acting up a bit. The little things meant the most to me. When she eventually left my school I cried for weeks. Ms. Rebecca was my only way to feeling like a normal child. But she left, and went to Montana, too far away.

After Ms. Rebecca left I never had good teachers. I remember one time I had the biggest bruise on the side of my face, covering up at least half of it, she didn't even notice. More than anything I wanted someone to notice, someone to help me through my childhood. Nope. None. I was all alone for the rest of my childhood.

Eventually my dads abuse became a normal thing, if I screwed up one thing, I knew what was coming. I never understood what I ever did wrong to him. I've never been disrespectful to him or my mother. I never cussed, threw fits, or even got sent to the principals office. I actually thought I was a good kid. But I was wrong.

My mother was no good either. Huge drug addict. I don't understand how I was even born without any birth defeats because if how much she used. Sometimes it scared me the way she looked and acted while she was using drugs. My mother didn't have a job, only once, and she won't even try. I doubt anybody would even want to hire her! I know I wouldn't!

One thing I never did understand was how I turned out the way I am today. I have never drank an alcoholic beverage or tried experimenting with drugs. I really think it was because of what I knew what they did to people. Most teens my age would think that all of that stuff is cool and awesome. I'm my opinion I greatly feel that it is terrible. Kids would probably support their parents in these situations, but I won't. I'm humiliated by the way it makes them and how it makes us look bad as a whole.

I still get punished a lot, but not as frequently as when I was little, because now I can stand up for myself. I could also escape anytime I wanted. My parents would never notice. With my father getting wasted at the bar and my mother getting high I seemed to never exist in those times.