A Run Into Darkness

story on a run away kid

"Lyrix I don't care." my mother snapped at me. "you have no excuses on why you are this late, it is ten 'o' clock. I told you to be home at seven." My mother screamed with fury as she stomped up and down the living room ranting and raving. "I'm sorry, it's not my fault that Wenston's car broke down on the highway." I argued."Thats another thing, what the hell makes you think you can just run all over the goddamn city?" My mother asked furiously. "You said i could go to the mall with Wenston." i complained. My mother stopped in the middle of the floor and turned around and held up her finger and was pointing it all in my face. i looked into her s**t stained brown eyes and saw that her pupils were the size of baseballs, which i could tell that she had been using again. "Yeah the mall not the whole f*****g city." My mom responded. I knew i was not going to get any where with this argument, so i just complied and went to my room. I really wasn't worried about how my mom was going to punish me, it was my father who i was more worried about. 

When he got angry or mad at something, it was frightening. He would yell and he would normally punch me a few times and call me names and then beat me some more. I've always thoughten about maybe fighting back but with how strong and how big my father is he would crush me like a twig, he's done it before. About six months ago i tried defending my self and my parents had to drop me off at the emergency room, they didn't go inside with me they just pushed me out of the car and out onto the parking spot in front of the doors of the hospital. I had to walk my self in alone and go up to the front desk alone with no help, and since it was early as hell there was no one at the desk and i had to stand there and wait for twenty minutes for help. 

When they asked me what happened i told them everything about how my dad beat me up and then threw me out into the cold parking lot and had to get my self inside all alone. They said they had to report it to child services or somewhere, which made me nervous yet happy at the same time because then i might've had a chance to get out of that shithole. It didn't do s**t, an agent came out to the house and they looked around and saw that the house was nicely cleaned up and spick and span, and they talked to my parents, and they said i had perfect parents. I f*****g hate child services. How can they even fully end a case like that if they haven't even talked to me or my little brother Jackson? It's grade A American bullshit just like everything else. F*****g a******s.

I woke up the next day to my father pouring fresh hot coffee out onto my bare feet. It burned so bad, and the pain was even worse when i got ripped out from my bed and flung into the wall and was forced to stand up."Wake up!" my father roared. i cried out in pain as he made me stand up on my two feet. "Dad wait" I shouted defensively. My dad towered over me as he roared his infamous war cry. "Lyrix, I'm tired of your bullshit" he anounced as he picked me up so i was face to face with him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson to not f*****g abide me and your mother's authority". He threw me again and i landed in the corner of my room, instantly i saw my baseball bat lying next to me. I picked it up quickly as he began charging at me. "You better..." my dad said as i smashed the bat against as his head as hard as i could. He fell like a giant,  landing with a loud rumble that made the whole house shake. I walked around his body and i smashed his head three more times. He won't get up now.

I let out a glorious laugh at the scene. i can't really explain how but some how just the sight of his body laying there with blood spewing from the back of his head made me laugh, laughed hard it was like the most funniest thing I've ever seen. It wasn't until that moment did i really understand how much i hated my father's drunk crystal meth head bitchy a*s. He was a pathetic waste of human flesh who consumed usable air that could've been used by people who really were something. F**k him.