>>>Part 1
Even as a child I was different, and I accepted that. Most children would have loving parents that fed them and fulfilled their needs. Not me. My father used to beat my mother every night, but finally, when I was ten years old, I'd had enough. As the bastard was about to slap my mother, I stepped in front. He slapped me intead.
Ever since that night I was left to be beaten and bludgered while my mom abadoned me and went to another country. Somehwere he could never find her. I guess she decided I wasn't worth her time and effort.
Campbell Blaze, my father, was an acoholic. He drank at least three bottles of whiskey every night. Some nights it wouldn't be so bad. Only a few blows to the legs or arms. But on the nights that he drank more than three, those were terrible. I wouldn't be able to move in the morning. Sometimes I was knocked unconscious and he would still continue.
I usually wake up with bruised or broken ribs, bruises on my face, and at least a fracture on my wrists. He once broke my ankle with frying pan. I took that shit for 6 more years.
Finally when I was 16, I decided I was tired of all of this abuse. When he passed out from all his drinking, I left. I didn't have a jacket. I didn't have a hat. I had nothing. I was wearing clothes from the school.
Why didn't I leave before? I suppose that's a question to be answered. My teachers always lectured us about how education was important. And it was. It is. I wanted to wait until I had a full high school education. My teachers told me that I was advanced. That I was special. They told me I was smarter than they were.
Eventually, when I was 14, they enrolled me in online college classes. I passed every course with straight A's. The professors said they had never seen anybody like me. By the time I had both a high school and college education, I was 16. Still a minor, unfortunately. I could not legally leave my house. My wretched, horrible, vile house.
To this day, I hate both of my parents. They made me into what I am. A demon.
