A Glimpse Into The Past #1

Written by J.J. © 22, August, 2009

My nuckles were killing me as I walked through the door, all I wanted to do was lie down and forget everything, but of course my mum wasn't going to let that happen.

"What the fuck did you do?" She came screetching at me with that terrable high pitched voice, it almost made me want to hit her to.

"He told me to."

"Yeah? He told you to give him the biggest black eye, probly of his life time."

"Yeah, he wouldn't shut up, so I was like 'Fuck off' and he was like 'Make me' so I hit him."

"Not good enough!"

"Fuck off." I walked to my room, I wasn't crying, wasn't showing any emotion, but inside I felt so bad, I couldn't even explain the feeling.. I was just empty.

I stopped mid way through the door and stared at my bashed up walls. "What the fuck?!"

"We've got termites, the walls are being taken down."

"Great, no fucking walls!"

I heard the front door slam.

"What the fuck was that you little bitch?! Don't talk to your mother that way!!"

"You just swore how many times?"

"You little bitch!" He yelled so loud I could feel his voice rumbling through my body.

I knew what was going to come next, and he was standing in the doorway. The window was open and I'd already kicked the screen out long ago for quick escapes.

I jumped out the window and ran up the road, of course my dad got in his Jag and drove up the street after me.

"I should run you over for that bitch!" I knew he wouldn't, he was obsest with that car. If he was in the ute however, I probly wouldn't be alive today.

I jumped the padocks and ran off were I knew he couldn't chaise me, I ended up at the cemetery. I went there every day to take a chance to cool down and think about things.

I can't really blame my dad, he was in a car accident before I was born. He's got left frontal lobe brain damage, so now he's a little.. Ok, really irritable.

Mum always told me he could get away with murder, but I think that's just because of the bad cops around here. All you ever see in this village is crime and lazy cops.

Besides, mum only ever tells me that kind of stuff in an attempt to scare me into place, like I'm going to be scared of my dad.

Everytime we're in a fight, he may win, but I couldn't care less. When I'm at school and I'm beating the crap out of all those people, I'm the one that's boss. Their all a bunch of 10 year olds like me, unlike my dad, I pick on people my own size.