Chapter 7

I hated everything, even myself. I justed wanted to die. I knew I was always gonna be a slave, no matter what i did. I even got beat when i was school. Clifford always kicked me around with his friends. He was a big bully. There was also Aggie who never liked me. She always called me smelly. I was a nobody. Even Mother called me a nobody. I was just an "it". I no longer cared about meeting Mother's time limits for chores. Nothing mattered to me. Then, Mother and Father sepearted. I always knew it was going to happen. It was just a matter of time. It wasn't fair that Father got to get away from Mother. I was stuck, stuck for her to keep playing her games with me.

Chapter 6

Father tried to help me out whenever he could. He even helped me with dishes. We always had small, quiet conversations. Of course, Mother put an end to Father helping me. Father and Mother always got into arguments. Father always left and didn't come home for a long time. Whenever he was gone, Mother would play her games. The gas chamber game was the worst. It made me cough up blood. Another game was making me lay in super cold water. My whole body had to be under or else. Oh, and when Mother didn't want me home, she made me go door to door, and cut grass. I had to cut grass to make HER money. Finally, Mother went into labor and i got to have some fun. She was in the hospital and Father took care of me and my brothers. I got to eat, and even play. We even went to the neighbor's to play. Shirley was our neighbor. She was nice, and treated us like her own kids. When Mother came back with Kevin, my new brother, I became a slave again. Shirley and Mother became good friends, until one day, Mother got really angry and called her a bitch. All of a sudden, Mother told me she wasn't going to be mean to anymore. She even took me bowling. I was so happy to be part of the family again. A social service lady came by, and asked me questions about me and Mother. Right then, I knew why Mother was being nice to me. I knew it was too good to be true.

Chaper 5

Mother told me i had 20 minutes to finish the dishes. Of course, I wanted to get it done or else I would get fed. I needed to eat. I could hear my stomache grumble. All of a sudden, Mother did something horrible; She stabbed me! I didn't take it personal. I knew it was an accident because she was drunk. She didn't mean to stab me. Since Mother stabbed me, she gave me 30 minutes to do dishes, instead of 20 minutes. I was a lot of pain. I tried to tell Father to about it, hoping he would take me to the hospital. I was hurt when Father didn't pay me any attention. He just told me to get back to my dishes. Suddenly, Mother started acting a little different. She was a little more gentle with me. She always wanted to be a nurse, so she took care of my wound. I thought Mother felt sorry for what she did, and all the punishment days were over. Little did I know, that was all just too good to be true. Mother still made me do my chores. One night, I noticed that pus was coming out from where i was stabbed. I knew it was a bad sign. I had to do something about it. I started to go get Mother, but then i had a change of thought. I needed to handle it myself. If I let Mother do it, it'd just be something else I gave Mother to control me with. I couldn't let that happen. I took care of it myself, and lessened the bleeding. I felt proud of myself.

Chapter 4

Mother is always hurting me. I always have to wear the same clothes and people look at me. Mother slaps be around, and doesn't even bother to cover the bruises anymore. It is such a nightmare. Father used to try and help me out. He would sneak some food when he could. Him and Mother would always fight; Mother would win. I think Father just gave up on me. Mother made me throw up my hot dogs that i snuck, and eat them again. Father just watched me. I felt helpless. Another time, Father and my brothers went to the super slide, Mother made me stay with her and my new baby brother. Mother took one his diapers and smashed it on my face. It was so nasty and smelled really bad. I've also been trying really hard to get food. I have to steal all the time, even from the store. Of course i got caught, and Mother punished me for being a bad boy. I know I have to use my head to survive.

Chaper 3

Mother's punishments for me seemed to get more crazy every time. She always called me a bad boy. One time, she smashed my face in the mirror and made me say that "I'm a bad boy. " I couldn't help but cry as i was forced to do this. I always liked when Father was home though. I always felt safe, like he was protecting me. I always stayed with Father when i could because, I knew it meant Mother would hurt me. Christmas finally came around, and i only had presents from people outside my immediate family. Father did sneak to get me presents, but Mother yelled at him for it. "Santa only brings toys to good boys and girls." she said. I knew my brothers felt sorry for me. One Wednesday, Mother made me miss a Cub Scout meeting. I knew i was gonna get hurt bad, and i was right. Mother made me take my clothes off. She beat me and put my arm over a flame. It hurt so bad! Finally, I knew i had to buy time to save myself. My brother was coming home, and i knew Mother would quit punishing me when he arrived. Finally, he came and I beat Mother. I beat her, because I didn't cry like a little baby.

Chapter 2

Mother didn't always abuse me. She used to be so nice. She fed me a lot of good food and took me on trips. We were the "Brady Bunch" of the 1960s. Mom was a clean freak. The house would always be spotless, and she made sure my brothers and I kept our rooms clean. Mom loved to cook. I think it was her favorite. She came up something new and cool looking to cook every day. Oh boy were her meals fantastic. I always loved Christmas time. My whole family would help decorate the Christmas tree. It was always fun. Mom would get plenty of gifts for me and my brothers. I always liked summer time too. Father wouldn't have to work and we would go on vacation. Mom and Dad would take us to see the sunset. It was always so peaceful and relaxing. I remember Mom hugging my shoulders. Man did i love that feeling. She was warm and it made me feel safe.

Chaper 1

Man! What a day. After i did my chores, Mother took me to school. I don't like school. Kids make fun of me and the way I smell. I wish it was better. It's not my fault Mother won't give me new clothes. I wear the same clothes everyday, and they're filled with holes. I went to the nurse's office, and we went through our normal routine, only today was different; a policeman came. I was so scared. I didn't know what to think. I knew for sure Mother was gonna beat me good. Everybody knew Mother's secret, and she won't like it. I begged the policeman not to call Mother, but he didn't listen. I don't know what to think. I mean, the policeman is nice to me; he gave me cookies. He said Mother will never hurt me again. Is it true? Am i really free?