September 27, 1978
I can hear Whizzer and my dad fighting through the wall. It's been a while since I've heard them fight, so I decide to listen in. I'm going to tell Mendel about this next week.
My Dad's telling Whizzer he wants to do something to him- something only adults do. Whizzer's saying he doesn't want to do it, not tonight at least. My Dad tells him to stop acting like a "prude". He says he knows he wants it. Whizzer says he's drunk. My dad just calls him a slut. He tells him he's "asking for it". Whizzer starts to raise his voice at my Dad. He tells him to stop touching him. I don't think he does, because a minute later I can hear Whizzer choke and let out a cry. I hear a loud crash from the other side of the wall and I decide that enough is enough. I get out of my bed and push open my Dad's door slightly and see him standing over Whizzer, who's curled up and crying. I think Whizzer pushed him off the bed. My Dad's yelling at him. I want to yell at my Dad to stop, but then he'll start yelling at me. He grabs Whizzer's arm hard and yanks it away from him. He starts yelling in his face. Whizzer's saying he's sorry and telling him to stop, but he won't. Things start to get louder and louder and now everything's a blur. I cover my ears and close my eyes, trying to block out the noise.
It isn't until my father's palm
connects with Whizzer's cheek
does everything go silent.
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growing up, getting older; falsettos (2016)
FanfictionJason has kept a diary ever since his parents divorced and writes in it as often as he can. He writes about anything and everything, including his growing concerns that his Dad isn't as nice to Whizzer as he'd like to think. •• Jason's diary entries...
