Chapter 7

By the time I reached fifth grade, I began to think that there was no God. I just knew that I was alone in this struggle. I would just sit in the garage alone and fantasize that I lived a luxury life and I had had all the food that I wanted. Once I prayed that mother would get sick so that she wouldn’t have the strength to beat that day. Surprisingly when I woke up the next morning, mother was laid out in the couch, sick and my brothers and I had to care for her. I was a good student in school and when mother heard that, she would down me and tell me that I was a nobody. An It! That she hated and that she wish I were dead. That “It” word stuck with me. I really felt like I was just an It to her!

Chapter 6

Father barley came around anymore. When he did come home, he would be there for ten minutes at the most. I really began to hate father, because it was like he didn’t even care about the things that mother were doing to me. He wouldn’t even look at me and I began to lose all faith in him. I felt like mother blamed me for him not being there. She would offer me food and tell me that I had two minutes to eat. As soon as I would go for a bite, she would snatch the plate and say times up. Sometimes she would put me in the tub in ice cold water, making me lie on my back for hours until I looked like a prune. My brothers and their friends would come in and laugh at me, and say “what did he do this time?” It was so embarrassing.

Chapter 5

Mother always threatened me, but I never thought she would actually do the things that she said. One day she told me that I had 20 minutes to finish my chores or she was going to kill me! She was drunk that day. She pulled one of the knives out and began to wave it around as if she was going to stab me. She was so drunk she couldn’t even retain her balance. She stumbles as if she was fall flat on her face, and out of nowhere I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I ran to father to tell him and he couldn’t even look at me. I still had to finish my chores and didn’t even get to go to the hospital.

Chapter 4

 My mother starves me. She will not let me eat, she allows me to eat five times a week and that’s when she packs my lunch for school. When I’m at home I have to eat out of the trash and when my mom found out she would put old food in the trash and she would put ammonium in the trash. I would steal frozen food from the school, and o would plot to steal from the store at recess. My mother knew that I was eating something, so she made me throw up so that she could see. She was so upset that she made me scoop it out of the toilet and eat it again. She also smashed my face in the baby’s diaper, and she tried to make me eat it.

Chapter 3

My punishments from my mother dramatically changed. In the beginning, I was put in the corner of my room. Then she began to beat me, and starve me. She would make me do any chore that came to mind and if I did them wrong she would knock me in my head or hit my head on the counter top. One day we were home alone and one of my punishments was her burning my arm. She put my arm on top the stove and burnt my arm.

Chapter 2

Years before I was abused by mother, my family was like the “Brady bunch”.

 We lived in a nice neighborhood, and my father supported the family as a fireman.

We would take family trips, my mother would teach me and my brothers how to swim, and we would have so much fun as a family. Mother would always mastermind all the summer trips we would take. We would watch the sunset as a family. The things that I remember the most is when mother would hold and hug me and smile and I would just feel so loved.

chapter 1

Mother makes me do all the chores or else I will not eat if there not done on time. She smacked me in the face because she caught me with my hands out the water. Since I was late with my chores I was unable to eat and I was late to school so mother had to drive me. Once I entered the school building, I had to report to the attendance office because I was late to school. As I was waiting the nurse came in and led me to the clinic. She examined my body and questioned me about my bruises. I had to tell her they were accidents or else that would give mother even more reason to beat me if she found out that I were telling my school what she was doing to me. Finally the police were called in and he examined me too. He asked me for my phone number and I hesitated not to give it to them and I begged him not to call mother. It was Friday so if they called she would beat me all weekend. The officer asked me to tell him about my mother, I shook my head no. they asked me to sit in the office to wait I thought I were going to jail. Moments after we went to the police station and I just knew I were going to jail or that mother was in there waiting for me. The officer called my mother and told her that I was not coming home and he told me that I was free!