Wolf Pack
I'm Starting To Like The Idea Of Suicide
Another day, another beating or whatever else my father wanted to do to me. My name is Aerial Chambers and I've been abused by my own father ever since my mother was murdered, by my father none of the less, when I was 4 years old. When I was that young he would always tell me it was just a game that he wanted to play with me but that game hurt me. I begged him to stop but he never would. When I was 6, I pleaded with my father to stop hurting me but it went unheard. I decided that I wouldn't say another word and of course he was pissed off that I wouldn't answer his questions so I got beat again. I'm now 14 years old and my father is gone for the day. He left me a huge list of stuff to do and if I didn't get it finished then I would be in trouble. I think he gives me a huge list to do so he can beat the shit out of me. I already had the vacuum done in every room and swept and made sure everything was clean especially his room.
I walked back down the steps and headed into the kitchen to start cooking dinner when the door flew open and my father stood looking at me with a drunken expression. He staggered over to me and pulled me into him.
"Why haven't you got my dinner ready yet?" I looked back at the food I was preparing and he slapped me across the face.
"You've been slacking off!!" He said hitting me harder. I fell to ground with blood pouring out of my mouth. I wiped blood off of my mouth as he came towards me. He sat down on my waist and started kissing my neck. He got off of me and pulled me by the hair up to his room and threw down on the bed and got back on me again.
When he was done he passed out beside me and I hurried and got dressed before walking into my room. I grabbed my PJ's and went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower and scrubbed where my father had his way with me. I learned not to fight back anymore since he would always beat me until I passed out. I finished my shower and walked out of the bathroom and back into my room locking the door behind me. I laid down on the bed and wished that my mother was here so we could have left together. Sometimes I start to like the idea of suicide. I turned over on my side and quickly fell asleep to the memories of my mother singing me to sleep.
I walked back down the steps and headed into the kitchen to start cooking dinner when the door flew open and my father stood looking at me with a drunken expression. He staggered over to me and pulled me into him.
"Why haven't you got my dinner ready yet?" I looked back at the food I was preparing and he slapped me across the face.
"You've been slacking off!!" He said hitting me harder. I fell to ground with blood pouring out of my mouth. I wiped blood off of my mouth as he came towards me. He sat down on my waist and started kissing my neck. He got off of me and pulled me by the hair up to his room and threw down on the bed and got back on me again.
When he was done he passed out beside me and I hurried and got dressed before walking into my room. I grabbed my PJ's and went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower and scrubbed where my father had his way with me. I learned not to fight back anymore since he would always beat me until I passed out. I finished my shower and walked out of the bathroom and back into my room locking the door behind me. I laid down on the bed and wished that my mother was here so we could have left together. Sometimes I start to like the idea of suicide. I turned over on my side and quickly fell asleep to the memories of my mother singing me to sleep.
4/16/13