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.