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. The story starts when the dad and mom met, at first it was the best thing she'd ever had. Then One day a few years after the young man was born, then just a boy. The Father came home drunk and saw his first son messing in his wifes makeup, the boy didnt know that dad thought that it was wrong. "boy what are you doing in you'r mothers makup!" he said, "whats wrong with him being ceriouse" said mom, "i will not have a wierd kid!" said the father and in a fit of rage back handed his wife and then the son. "its ok, he's just drunk, he'll hate him self for it in the morning" the mother told the son later after the father had gone to bed and he did, but it didnt stop him from smacking them around for years, they had several kids after too.. Then a few years later the boy, now a young man 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, he spent weeks trying to figure out how to bring it up to his mom. "what is this shit your wearing?!" asked the father asked one day when he had seen the boy wearing black lipstick and dark eyeliner, he had the boy up against the wall by the throat..
"Its called makeup, mom wears it" said the boy sarcastingly, back talking his father. "what are you gay?" the father said narrowing his eyes, "like you even care" the boy spat back, the father squeased the kids throught then back handed him and flung him to the ground. The boy cughed and then got up and walked in side, but not before glaring back at his father. While inside he walked past his mom, "oh my gosh.." she said and stopped him, "oh my Samuel" “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.." samual said and rubbed his neck to fearther indicated to his mom that they both knew what the conversation was about "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 and then he helped his mom 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 and there mom 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, (revised) I may pull this back out and change it and redo it (again) 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, (but could in the revised version) 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.
