I woke up to loud slamming of doors. I sighed deeply as I knew my parents were at it again...
A loud crash and a scream resounded through the house I always wonder why my dad beats my mom. I asked him once he said she deserved it and told me women deserve to be treated as kids, if they misbehave treat them like one.
But my dad doesn't hit me aren't I a kid?
My seven years old self was extremely confused, do my friends' moms also behave like kids do they get beaten by their dads too?.
I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I opened my eyes another crash, another shrill scream it was the same seven years ago still is now only it's gotten worse.
I couldn't sleep, I stood up a few hours later and walked downstairs
"Hey Mom" I greeted. "Good morning sweetheart" I noticed the ugly bruise on her face. "Mom what happened to your face?" I asked fully knowing what her answer would be. "Ehn... Honey I fell down the stairs" I sighed. But I kept quiet I knew how sensitive my mom was if I probe further she'll break down. I know she does it so my dad doesn't punish me too.
My father often said if I hadn't been born life would have been easier for everyone. I guess it was true. Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born maybe my mom wouldn't have been in this state.
As I walked to school I wondered if my mom acts like a kid every night and gets beaten why can't she grow up?
I had no friends but I always kept to my self as no one wanted to be related to that quiet weirdo who sits in the corner and gets picked on.
My heart beat picked up as I saw Dylan, he corrects me because I am a kid too. But I want to be mature because correction hurts.
"There's my favorite freak" I shivered as I saw him. "My name is Jason not freak" I said quietly. "You need to learn some manners freak." He growled. I shook my head no in plead. I decided to speak"When will I be grown up so you won't teach me anymore? I don't want to be a kid like my mom." I asked still quietly.
"Such a sick fuck" he laughed. Is it funny I felt the punch the punch before I saw it, but it hurt really bad.
I held my tears in and walked slowly to class . I don't like school; people are cruel I always get made fun of because I'm slow at almost everything, reading, writing and some times talking. Mom says I'm Dyslexic but there's no money to take proper care of me.
School went by quickly not that it was any good. Dylan continued taunting me am I that bad?.
I walked home and as I got closer to my house I heard noises, I opened the front door and I saw my dad hitting my mom judging by the bottles on the floor he was drunk, he held a wooden chair and was about to hit my mom I couldn't take it anymore.
I jumped on him and pushed him off to the ground. He pushed me off and punched me, I screamed as I tasted blood in my mouth. He grabbed the chair and was about to hit me when my mom jumped on me to protect me...
The chair broke in to pieces and my mom rolled off me unconscious. "Mom!!!" I screamed in fright. "The bitch deserves it" he muttered and left the house. My mom was bleeding profusely. I dialed 911 on her mobile phone. "991 what's your emergency?". I hiccupped and tried to talk. It was really hard to talk given my condition but I tried "Mm..yy father hi..tt my mmom and she's blee..dding really bad." I sobbed. "We are on our way." I hope they get here fast. I rushed back to my mom and hugged her not caring about the blood on me.
The ambulance got here a few minutes later and took my mom, I rode with them praying to whoever can hear me to get my mom out of this.
I stayed in the hospital all night cold and hungry.
I was allowed to see my mom the next morning and she was fine but had a concussion.
Tears slid down my face as I saw my mom on the hospital bed; she held my hand"Jason I'm getting a divorce." She sobbed...
Looking back at it all I realize none of it was my fault nor was it my mom's.
My father just wanted to dominate us, and also make us fear him to improve his social status. He acted sweet outside but he was an incarnate of the devil.
My mom said dad always had a low self-esteem and that he lacked any sense of remorse and thefore didn't recognise his behaviour as a problem.
I never blamed Dylan for bullying me. My therapist said bullies may like conflict and aggression. Some may have difficulties with health, schoolwork and self-esteem. And some may be emotionally neglected, bullied, abused or be experiencing violence themselves.
So I don't blame Dylan nor do I blame myself.
Dad got arrested and was sentenced, Dylan was expelled.
I guess you can say they got what was coming to them.
Mom got a job and was able to get me the necessary help for my Dyslexia. She enrolled us both in therapy and we're doing great. My mom started a campaign for domestic violence giving voices to the abused. I became a writer and I'm happily married with kids...
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THE END.
Domestic violence is now commonly defined broadly to include "all acts of physical, sexual, psychological or economic violence" that may be committed by a family member or intimate partner.
Dyslexia is a learning disorder characterised by difficulty reading.
Dyslexia occurs in children with normal vision and intelligence.
#say no to domestic violence
# Dyslexia awareness.
