Secrets

Chapter one: Kyev's past

CHAPTER ONE: KYEV'S PAST

"why cant you do anything right?" my father screams at me before hitting me leaving a huge bruise on my face

hello my name is Kyev Jami i was 4 years old when my father started to abuse me so when he screamed at me and hit me it was no surprise i was used to it

you may be wondering where my mother was during all of this she would watch my father abuse me not saying anything for fear of being the next to get hit

"answer me boy!" my father screams again not bothering to hit me this time

"im sorry" i whisper

"thats not an answer" my father screams then hits me in the stomach

i groan before saying " i know thats not an answer and im sorry"

"answer me then boy! why cant you do anything right??"

"i cant do anything right because i dont know how to listen" i reply with the answer i was taught to say to avoid getting hit

"thats right! you need to learn how to listen" my father screams

why do i still call him my father after all he did to me

was it because deep down i knew he really loved me

NO

in fact he told me i was an accident

no i called him my fatheer because thats what he was

in everyway other than love he was my father and i had to live with him abuse and all

i bet you could never guss what i did a couple of days after my 13th birthday

i ran away from home

i just couldnt take my father hitting me anymore

where did i go

i slept under bridges

i ran from the cops knowing that if they caouht me i would have to endure the worst abuse yet from my father

the cops did catch me after a couple of days

i was under a bridge splashing water on my face when a cop came over by me and asked me my name

i dont answer just kept splashing water on my face

"sir?" the cop asks me

i look up but dont say anything

"sir you need to tell me your name" the cop tries again

i answer for fear of getting hurt

"kyev"

"whats ur last name kyev?" the cop asks

"jami" i answer looking down

"thats what i thought come with me you need to be getting home"

"why should i come with you? how do i know you're not going to hurt me?" i ask quietly

"kyev why would i hurt you?" the cop asks

i didnt answer his question " just take me home"

the cop smiles and escors me to his car and drives me ho me

my father was unusually quiet

i went up to my room

an hour later my father calls for me "get down here kyev!"

my father never calls me by my name as i walk downstairs i was thiknking it might no be as bad as i thought

was i ever wrong

my father has this look on him face that i automatically recognisze

it says trouble

i walk up to my father

he slaps me and yells " what do you think you were doing runnikng away? you're lucky i didnt find you!"

"i was trying to get away from you" i answer

bad mistake

"you just made this worse for yourself" my father says as he advances towards me

i wont go into details for fear of scaring you away from a brilitant story all ill say is that i was afraid to step out of the house for fear of being "taught another lesson"

a day before i was to turn 14 i killed my father

i just couldnt take it anymore

my father had a gun cabinet the guns were always loaded

my father had a gun in his hand polihing it he was calling me names tellikng me tht i was no good and that i was an accident i was starting to belive him even though i knew he was lying

when i had enough of his lies i kicked him and he dropped the gun i picked it up and shot my father in the head a perfect shot he died instantly

the only other person who has ever known the truth was my mother....THESE ARE MY SECRETS