ch.7 david

I have came to believe that there was no god for me about a month before 5th grade. When I was given the luxury of food I ate like a homeless dog. I hated my mother the most and I wished that she would die. Before she would die I want her to feel the loneliness and the pain that I had for all the years. One night I prayed to god that mother would get sick so she couldn’t beat me no more. I prayed so long and hard I had a headache when I went to bad. In the morning god had answered me mother was sick laying on the couch all day.

ch.6 david

Father helped me with the evening dishes when he was home. He would dry them and I would wash them. Father and I would always talk softly so mother or the other boys wouldn’t hear us. He would always ask me if I had anything to eat and I would shake my head in a negative gesture. Father would tell me that one day him and I would get out of this madhouse as he would call it. I felt that it was my fault because father didn’t like it here.

ch. 5 David

I haven’t reached my 11th birthday yet but I knew what kind of punishment to expect. When I wouldn’t finish a chore in time I wouldn’t get any food. I would receive a slap in the face if I looked at my mother or one of her sons with out permission. School was out for the summer so I had no way to get any food and I haven’t had anything for three days. Mother grabbed a knife from the counter and yelled at me saying if you don’t finish in time I’m going to kill you.

ch.4 david

The summer after my mother burned me school became my only hope of escape. Mother always had me wear the same clothes. Soon my clothes became weathered, torn and smelly. Mother didn’t bother to cover me bruises anymore that were on my face and arms. Also mother forgot to feed me dinner and breakfast wasn’t really any better. I got to eat leftovers form my brothers plates.

ch.3 david

The relationship with mom changed from discipline to punishment that grow out of control. At sometimes it was so bad I didn’t have the strength to crawl away even though it meant saving my life. Sometimes when father was at work she would stay in her bathrobe all day and lay on the couch watching T.V. When mother would yell at us her voice would change form nurturing to the wicked witch. When she braked at one of my brothers the sound of her voice sent tremors down my spine.

Ch. 2 David

Before I got abused my brothers and I had the perfect parents. These were they good days before I was abused. My daddy had a job as a fireman in the heart of San Francisco where we lived at. I loved having the grate’s parents but that’s all changed now. Mom always used to clean her self up and do her makeup. That’s when I know she was in a good mood. She started not dressing up all the time and the days she didn’t she was in a bad mood. During the good years we always started holidays on Halloween one day when the moon was in full view mom came to get us and took us outside to look at the great pumpkin. We loved the holidays every year. I miss the old day before I was abused. I wish it would go back like the old days.

Ch. 1 - David

Today I have to go to school. I love school because it gets me away from my mother. I hate school because all the kids laugh at me and say I smell. I had to finish the dishes before I eat breakfast I was lucky I got to eat breakfast today. I got to eat out of my brother’s bowl and there was only a little bit of lucky charms left in the bowl. Since I had to finish the dishes I was also late going to school and mother started talking to me about what she wanted me to do tomorrow. I was late going to home room too so I had to go to the nurse and she looked at all my broses and asked how I got the new ones. So I that I would finally tell the truth. I cried to them so they wouldn’t call mother. The nurse went and got the principal and he called the cops. I thought I was going to jail we he put me in the cop car and drove away. The more we kept driving the more I got scared. He told not to worry I am safe now and I free. I free but aren’t you taking me to some kind of jail. He laughed and told me no.