"WAKE UP YOU WHORE! YOU HAVE DISHES TO DO BEFORE YOU CAN EAT SO GET TO IT!" He shouts pulling me off my cloth. My cloth is what I sleep on see, some gets beds, some get sofas, some even get a mattress. What do I get? A cloth.
"Yes Sir" I say keeping my head down.
After living with him for awhile you learn to keep your head down, do as your told and try not to get anymore beats.
He walks away slamming my door as he goes. I get up stretching before making my way to the beat up rusted sink to wash my face and teeth.
Once I'm done with that I go to my walk that has carvings on it to look like shelf's and grab a set of clothes.
See it doesn't matter what I wear cause no one's ever going to see me so what's the point.
Only one who's ever gonna see me are the other children like me only they get paid to do this and don't get treated as bad as I am.
Because they have parents who will complain but me, I have a step father who is no father to me.
If a father beats you because you missed a spot on a plate, gives you a cloth to sleep on, tares you down every possible way then yes I have a father.
My parent's where loving people giving food to anyone who needed it, opening their house to the others.
I feel proud to call them my parents and love them dearly but all my happiness was ripped from my grasp when my father died.
See he wanted to help everyone so being the nice man he is he decided to go help in the war. He was never meant to die but a miss read on a bomb drop is exactly what killed him.
He was a doctor who helped save life's, funny how he couldn't save his own.
Once my father died my mother couldn't handle raising me on her own and remarried to the richest man she saw.
I can't really blame her this is a tuff time, so she married him and all was good.
He was nice and sweet until my mother died of poison.
How I don't know.
Once she died and her body was disposed of he revealed his true form.
A evil dragon with scales and claws, a very disgusting looking dragon if you ask me.
Of course when I had that thought I was only five.
He had a new women every night but I never saw them twice, he drank over and over until he couldn't remember who's feet he saw, it was his feet.
One day a woman he tried to get with slapped him saying there was a child in the room amd he should have some respect for me.
The first one to actually stand up for me.
Actually, she was the first women to even see me as the others where too busy getting down and dirty if you get what I mean.
I'm not a creep watching my step father use these women I just happened to be doing the dishes while he tried to get into her pants in the same room as me.
Having a under developed brain he thought the women wouldn't notice me being too busy on her knees but her being the smart women saw me the second she walked in.
She kept trying to push him away only making him mad to the point where he slapped her causing her to fall to the floor.
After that one hit and she recovered she hit him where the sun dont shine, walked out and no women has ever stepped foot in this house.
Well I wouldn't say house more like castle.
So after that day my step father started to Blame me for his women troubles and started to hit me, call me names, do anything in his powers to hurt me inside and out.
Twelve years later and I'm still here.
I am as he says a peasant who doesn't deserve to be treated with any respect and if anyone sees I'm out of line in anyway to immediately do whatever it takes to put me back in my place at any given cost.
So anytime someone tells me to do something and I don't do it or maybe not how they like or as fast as they ask they hit me thinking it hurt but see the thing is you can hit me, beat me, spit on me, burn me I don't care. I will never stop fighting for my right, I will survive long enough to get out of this place.
And no one can ever change my mind.
Because you can take my food, my water, my clothes but you can't take my spirit and dignity.
