I am rolling a 20 sided die to decide what story to tell.
There was a point in time, when we lived at the apartments I grew up in. That I was getting into trouble quite often. I can not really explain just how often and have people believe me. I Go outside, and five minutes later.. Someone has found something that I did wrong and I would be embarrassed in front of the other kids. One instance of this that I can remember was when I was outside playing "The ground is lava filled with sharks, wont someone just grab my hand and save me? I am falling here!" Yes, it was a long name for a game that lasted 4 minutes.
I was called inside and told that I had put the dishes away in the wrong spots, and that I had not taken out the trash "properly". I was slapped and told to do it right... But not told what I had done wrong. So naturally I was pretty upset. I think I was only about 10. I think what happened was something to the effect of, I got hit, I started to try and get out of the way. I got shoved into a wall sideways. When I crumpled to the floor, I was picked up by my arm and leg and throw onto my twin bed. He pulled off his belt to begin beating me while swearing at me as was the usual routine. However, I wanted nothing to do with this. I jumped up, ducked under him, and as I was leaving the room the corner of the belt caught me across my face and snapped the far side of my cheek. I know it sure was not funny then, but now it does give me a grin to think of the spectacle. Me, with a big red and purple triangle mark on my face.... That story comes later.
At this point, I flipped and started trying to escape as well as I could. This was including and not limited to, spins, rolls, twists, squirms and screams. So, being the smart person that my Step-father was, he kicked me in the head to stun me. I became aware again, after what cant have been but a few minutes. To realize I had been DUCT TAPED to the bed. Apparently, I still needed a beating, and was going to get one by god. So, to prevent my squirms and other tactics that caused him to potentially hit me in the face with a wild belt swing. I was now strapped to my own bed with tape.... embarrassing.
I am so amazed and freaked out, I don't feel the dozens of impacts. I truly don't. I can barely breath, I have a bad time breathing out my nose as it is. So, right around when he was finishing up, a doorbell rang. Apparently, someone had called the police and reported abuse. I listen while I hear my stepfather reassure the officer that I had crossed a line and required discipline. When the officer asked to see me, he says, I am sorry, but part of his discipline is no talking with anyone for one hour. After a few more things I could not hear, I heard the police officer say "oh no, I understand, I have to put my son over my knee on occasion. Have a nice day Mr.******. I think I fell asleep at that point, as I have no recollection of the events that followed. I know I woke later, sad. Wishing I had done things right. I really wanted to have them (my parents) like me. That way I was not going to get into more trouble. How silly a thought that was. There was no such thing as me not in trouble. I remember my step-dad would scour my room, looking for things to yell at me for. I had to sit on the edge of my bed and do NOTHING. not even sigh. A sigh meant a whooping or some screaming. Heaven help me if I were to doze off after a few hours. That was a nightmare in and of itself. I am sure that I am the way I am because of these and many other experiences. I am not sure if I am happy about that or not. Would i change it? maybe no. I would change getting an education. I would definitely not have reproduced. and THERE is a fun story. I really should write that out. You heard of shotgun wedding? I had a shotgun CONCEPTION. wow, yeah I am going to have to write that one down. See you folks around. Remember to be good to each other. Otherwise my not becoming a mass murderer was all for nothing. And,.. I am still young.
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