This story is about a young man living with a big secret, his father’s a monster, the man lived with this secret most of his life. Using his mothers makeup to cover up the marks, but one day he had had too much. One day he came home with a blonde Mohawk and several piercing in each ear, he started wearing eyeliner, to rebel “we have to get away from this” he thought to himself.
Eventually he got up enough courage to talk to his mom and brothers, “mom we have to get away from this” “what are you talking about?” “you know what I’m talking about” “no Samuel I don’t” “mother you have a big fist bruise on your eye, you know what I mean.. mom we have to leave, we can run and hide from him. We can move and if he follows us we’ll tell the police”
“and what about your brothers” she told Samuel, “he hits them too mom I see it, you thought it was just you didn’t you, he hits all of us. When he drinks its worse” Samuel replied. His mom didn’t listen to him at first but that night the father came home drunk again, this time Samuel stood up to him.
The father smacked Samuel’s mother and Samuel was up out of his seat and up in his fathers face, “sit down boy” said the father. “NO!” replied Samuel “don’t touch my mom” Samuel snapped. “and what are you going to do about it Blondie?” his father asked and grabbed a hand full of Samuel’s hair and pulled his face eye level to his, Samuel stuck his hand in his face.
“I’ll do exactly what you do to me” he responded, “grow some b***s did we?” snapped his father, “I’ve got more then you’ll ever have, me and mom, and the boy’s, were gone, come near us again and I’ll kill you myself” said Samuel and yanked his hair loose. That night Samuel took his brothers and ran away, he handed the youngest boy to the second oldest and so on until it was his turn to climb down.
They used the sewage pipes to hide in until they were sure they had gone far enough, then they climbed back up and hid in ally ways. The boys lived a rough life until one day the father came looking for the boys, he found them in an ally, the oldest righting in his journal. The father had a gun one by one he shot down, and I know you would assume I’m talking about a couple of black kids.
Nope these kids are white boys, anyways. The only one left was the oldest one, Samuel was always righting in his journal. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a hand gun, “oh he has a gun” said the father “Im so scared”. “you should be” Samuel said “Im going to end you”. “go ahead you’re the only one left” the father said. The gun shot echoed down the ally way.
Samuel spent the rest of his life in jail, righting about his life, eventually he passed in his sleep peacefully an old man in jail. The guards went threw his belongings and one of them decided that they would make his journal into a reading book, in Samuel’s honor.
THE END
This is one of my shortest stories because it came to me in a dream, I may pull this back out and change it and redo it later and make more of a story with it but for now this is all I have. I hope you enjoyed it, I know its not much, in my original dream there where no names for the characters. The person for Samuel did have blonde hair, and was abused, he got up enough courage to run from his fathers but couldn’t make his mom come, he took his 4 other brothers and got away threw the sewage and hid in ally ways. The story about abuse is more then a story, mine isn’t true, but in so many cause’s abuse is very real and it isn’t funny, if you see someone getting abused or abusing you should report them to an authority, abuse can do a lot of physiological damage to the abused, and the abusers often think its right or is the only way, but its not. Alright Im done babbling thanks for reading.
