"No...stop..please..it..hurts.."
I felt the tremendous pain on my back to numb as I hear the sound of the whip fade. The color of red wine dripping onto the ground disappearing into the drain. The smell of iron made my stomach turn. My wrists burned with the blood on my back. Due to my blurry vision I dreamt of a warm bath.
"You're a monster you hear me!! You took her a-" I heard papa scream. I could barely hear what he's saying, but that one word, that one word will stay with me.
I would get daily punishment every time I do something wrong, but 'Did I do something wrong?' I asked myself. Once again I got punished for the way I looked. Papa misses momma like I do. He says I looked like her and he didn't like it.
Papa moved me in the basement so it would be easier to get to me, instead of dragging me down here. My punishment would get painful when he's sad because he cries. Not for me but for my mom.
He always told me I was the one who killed my mom. I grew used to it and began to believe every word he said. After my punishment he would leave me alone in the basement until it was time to eat, use the toliet or take a bath.
When it was time to eat, I didn't feel like eating because my mouth was stining from a cigarette burn that was placed on my tongue. I became skinny almost lighter than a feather. Papa told me I couldn't go to school cause they will take me away.
Because of that I couldn't go outside and play with the neighborhood kids. I didn't like watching them play outside through the kitchen window. It looked so fun. When papa was getting better and my punishment turned to less and less. I couldn't believe that papa would let me go without a beating or at least say bad words to me. Papa would talk to a mysterious man when I get sent down stairs. He had scars all over his face.
When I sleep I would always think of mama and papa. We were soo happy together. It was a lot of fun to see her smile. She often sang to me when it was bed time. My papa would join in to make me a special song.
It was the good old days. I wish I could go back in time and reverse them. I want to see mama again, but papa is being a nuisance. Papa was scaring mama away maybe papa should be the one to get punished. Mama won't like it if he keeps doing this to me.
I felt a smile spread across my face. I think it's about time to scare papa like he scared mama.
Papa was being bad and scared mama so I had to stop her from being scared. But then papa got in the way and mama died. Its all his fault.
I got up and waited for him here with a huge grin.
I heard the door open with a creak and here comes papa. Perfect.
I waited until he came close to me. Finally he reached the bottom step and that's when I got him by the knee with a long nail I found.
I saw papa fall to the ground in pain. He began to get up but I stabbed his arm. I stood there giggling.
"What's wrong papa?" I cocked my head to the side with my smile growing.
"You little shit!" he yelled but then I hit him hard against the head with a bat.
"Papa is not suppose to say bad words!" I threw the bat across the room. Seeing him struggle to sit back up was very delightful.
"Little fucker!" he screamed making me angry.
WARNING VERY GRAPHIC!!READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
(Third person)
The small male grabbed his dad's hair and looked him in the eyes. "I said no bad words!" he grabbed a wood plank and hit his back hard.
