The Lie

A Chapter by Cody Michael

Midnight

The young boy awakens abruptly, startled by the loud noise coming from down the hall. Taking his teddy bear, he pulls the covers over his head trying to counsel and hide himself away. Tiers fill his eyes as the noise begins to drift closer. The clanking sounds of foot steps as they draw near make him hold his breath. Hoping and praying that they continue past his room, held close to his face, he squeeze's his teddy bear.

Foot steps ring as they work their way down the hall, stopping outside door leading to his room. The sound of the door being kicked open and split in two sends a gut wrenching prelude through the air. Feelings of anguish and guilt begin to over come the young boy.

His mother, standing in the place where his bedroom door once stood as a barrier, bellows at the young boy, "WHERE IS?!?!?! HOW MANY F*****G TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU." She moves closer to the young boy's bed, tearing the blanket, his only other form of protection away taken away from him. As she does, she grab's the teddy bear that was counseling him.. "So you try to hid it you little s**t head, I told you that this was going to you brother, your not a babe any more Cody."

Crying at the loss of his teddy bear, "But mommy...."

The defining sound of his mothers hand striking his face sends a echo through the room. Crying even louder at the sting on his face, his mother violently lifts him from the bed on which he was laying.

"You want to have something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about.."

Forcefully she throws Cody into the book shelf containing his neatly folded clothes.

6:20am

A cold and throbbing feeling begin to creep up from the tips of the young boys limbs. His mind blank...Trying to sit up he feels a stabbing pain in his sides. Wincing he lays back down trying to remember how he ended up on the cold floor. looking about his room he begins to put the the confrontation of what happened earlier that day. Rolling onto his side, Cody begins to sit up. Holding his waste he pushes him self up against the wall facing the opposite side of the entrance to his room.

Confused and saddened he works himself up onto his feet. The throbbing pain rhythmically pluses throughout his body as he gets him self changed and ready for school. Working slowly in silence he carefully makes his bed, refolds his clothes and sits on his bed.

Staring at his feet tears begin to drip making soft sounds as they smash into the floor. The feeling of loneliness, neglect and worthlessness consume his mind, ravaging his soul.

8:00am

School has become a haven from which he is to only endure the the guilt of deceiving those around him with a fake smile or a "I'm doing okay" comment In hopes that no one will criticize him. As he walks off the bus he remembers the words his mother had beed him thirty minits before.

"If anyone ask how you managed to get that mark on your face you are going to tell them that you got it from fighting with your brother....and i swear to god Cody if you tell anyone I will whip your a*s like their is no tomorrow, you understand me."

2nd Grade Class Room

© 2011 Cody Michael

Author's Note

This chapter is not finished yet, it will take me some time as it is based on my childhood.......But if you have any suggestion on details or wording i would greatly thank you for them.

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Kaylor Mason

I have to admit I read this and felt long forgotten tears welling up inside me. My entire youth was one long series of deceptive "I'm doing OK's" (I might've fooled one or two idiots along the way). All I can say is I can see why you say you live with your dad--I hope you're doing better under his care.