chapter 7

Over the years I have grown to hate them. I hate them all, my brothers, mother, and yes even father. I hate the way they treat, it’s like I’m the family dog; no worse than that they would at least feed the dog and love on him. My heart fills with hatred when I watch them giving her hugs, playing games, watching T.V, eating ice cream; having fun without a care in the world. My brothers don’t even acknowledge me anymore; in fact they join in on the beatings. I don’t know to hate more her for brainwashing them into it or them for going along with it. I don’t want to hate them I really don’t but I can’t help but wish they were dead only then would I be free.

chapter 6

I cannot believe I fell for it! How stupid could I be? Ahhhhhh, I just want to scream! I am literally sick and tired of this up and down emotional roller coaster. To think I actually thought it had all magically became better, but it was all just a show. And I told that lady, “mother loves me and treats me well” when every part of me wanted to jump into her arms and shout out the truth. “Oh sweetheart please forgive me, I will try to be a better mother,” it was all just another part of her sick games. It was just too good to be true.

chapter 5

Over the years I have grown to expect the typical forms of punishment mother would inflict on me. Never had I imagined something as great as “the accident.” Normally when I was bad I would go without eating or brace myself for the latest beating; but after the accident everything changed. Mother’s games become more cruel and unbearable. It all happened so fast; mother was yelling at me, “If you don’t get the dishes done, I am going to kill you!” as she waved the knife in my face. It wasn’t the first time she threatened this and I wanted to believe with all my heart she wouldn’t do it. It was all a big blur when I felt a nauseating, sharp pain rush through my stomach and the liquid gushing from the knife wound. I tried to stand up but my head began spinning and my world went black.

chapter 4

I live in my dreams. In my dreams I am safe. In my dreams I can be anyone. I imagine I am a king and before me is a feast full of exotic foods just for me. I smiled at a long table filled with every mouthwatering desert you could imagine. But the sharp pains of starvation bring me back to reality. Here I am standing alone in the cold, dark garage listening to the family laugh around the dinner table. I have been banned from eating; I am not a part of that “family.”

chapter 3

When does the line cross from discipline to cruel punishment? I know; I’ve lived through it. The abuse started with all of us. Every day when father was gone mother would scream at us while we searched all day around the house for something she “lost” and if we didn’t find it there’d be hell to pay. Soon enough it just became a battle between my mother and me, I was the “bad boy.” When father was home things were somehow different. It was all I could hope for to stick by his side like a little puppy dog. There I was “safe” and she couldn’t get to me.

chapter 2

I remember those times. The good memories I use to push away the bad. Mother loved to cook. Oh, how she was an amazing cook. I remember the deserts most of all. One day the family went sight-seeing all around the city. When we went to Chinatown mother told us all about the history of China. Chinatown inspired her to make that night a special night. The house was filled with beautiful oriental music and the smells of the exotic meal she had just prepared. Complete with fortune cookies, it was like taking a trip to China right from our dining room.

chapter 1

I’m free? Words I could never even imagine knowing the meaning of. For 8 years I felt like I was locked away in a prison. I was a slave inside my house. But what else would you expect I was a bad, bad person; I must have deserved it. What if mother finds out I told them? Oh no! This is bad so very bad. Now my teachers know the truth, the real truth about how mom treats me. But maybe this is good? I wish everyone knew the truth. I’m not a bad boy but if I was why can’t someone love me anyway?