darkSpyro

When I was a young child, my father liked the sauce. He would typically stumble in drunk around 11 at night. Usually, my mother and him would get into a fight and us kids would woken by by the sounds of him yelling, smacking her around and her moans and tears.

I remember one night in particular - my sisters and I were outside playing on our bikes when it started raining. We ran into the house, in from the rain and watched some TV. After dinner, we played Uno with Mom, then went to bed.

As usual, our father stumbled in late that night... but tonight was a little different. You see, in our haste to come in from the rain, we had left our bikes in the driveway... and when Dad pulled in, he smashed into all three of them with his pick-up. He was angry. Now, we didn't often see Dad angry - truth is, when he wasn't drinking, he was a pretty decent father. When he was drinking, he usually came home late enough that we were in bed and our mother, bless her soul, would usually shield us from him. Sadly, I don't think there's a thing in the world that could shield us, or her, from his anger that night. He burst into my bed room, yanked me out of bed by my shirt collar and tossed me into the hallway. As I lay there, crying and rug burn, he slammed open my sisters' door and repeated a similar action with them. I watched as their bodies flew into the hallway in a clumsy pile. Dad started to take off his belt and swing it wildly about. Now, Dad wasn't much for sports or anything that took much hand-eye coordination, and combining his lack of talent with the liquor he had consumed that evening only meant that if he was aiming for some part of us in particular (like our backsides), he was doomed from the start. After a few lashes, my mother stepped in between him and us. Years later, my oldest sister said that my mother had been hanging onto his swinging arm, trying to pull him off us, but I cannot speak about that, as I was too busy trying to shield my face from the blunt of the belt.

But I do recall Mom getting between him and us and yelling at him to stop and leave. Unfortunately for her, my father wasn't the type of man to take direction from a woman even when he wasn't drunk and angry. I'm not sure exactly what happened at this point. I may have still been mostly shielding my own face, but I think I've just blocked out most of it over the years. I just remember the screams of my mother and I remember seeing how terribly beaten she was the next day. At some point, my father must have relented, because he left.

We never saw him again after that night. Years later, I know my mother claimed to be divorced, but I don't ever remember any evidence of it.

uh, i like it but it will not make me have nightmares

Mine, Cynderfan's and Eevee's are ten times better.

MINE WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES

The topic title made me hungry dammit!!!

Quote: kardonis

The topic title made me hungry dammit!!!

Why not have this 'Lucky Mushroom (?)' Lord Bowser... kuhuhuhu...

I like pasta.

Quote: TorchSheep

Quote: kardonis

The topic title made me hungry dammit!!!

Why not have this 'Lucky Mushroom (?)' Lord Bowser... kuhuhuhu...

I feel like I've done this before, but ok!

*Gulp*


VVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

*all of darkspyro gets inhaled by me*

Quote: kardonis

Quote: TorchSheep

Quote: kardonis

The topic title made me hungry dammit!!!

Why not have this 'Lucky Mushroom (?)' Lord Bowser... kuhuhuhu...

I feel like I've done this before, but ok!

*Gulp*


VVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

*all of darkspyro gets inhaled by me*

I HAVE CHORTLES. *brick'd*