- Joined
- May 18, 2023
- Messages
- 10
- Location
- Ca
I became very good at predicting when my mother would be beaten! It was always during cloudy weather! The gloom and doom always seemed to settle into my step dad’s core around these conditions.
I was already very use to his perverse ways.-It was always the little things. How he rubbed his crotch on me and my bro when cutting our hair, how he loved wrestling with my 12 yo sister, how he loved speaking of sexual acts to us especially about my mom! He loved bragging about how much he fucked her! How hard he fucked her, and how freaky she is. To his credit, when they fucked, the whole house could here it! Screams of pain and pleasure!! I would jo at their door and try to stick a mirror under so I cud watch! If caught, he probably would have got even more turned on…his mother was a prostitute who use to bring him into the bed with her clients…he always struck me as off pudding. He would shove pens up my cats pussy when she was in heat! It was funny to him…
Besides his weird sexual quirks, it was his behavioral change with the weather that disturbed me the most! He would get depressed and annoyed with my emotionally damaged mother. She wanted to save him, and he wanted her to grovel before him!
On cloudy days he would beat her mercilessly. She would be locked in the room, me listening to her scream for me to help her while rocking in a corner clenching a knife for dear life! Shit flying and breaking everywhere, it felt like war! I always slept and kept a blade with me, for the one day I had courage enough to protect my mom and kill him! At least scare him! The one time I actually tried to, he laughed at me and threatened to kill me! I was around 10! I bitched out…
Her screams when getting beat down sounded an awful lot like her screams while getting fucked!! She would moan and wail out, banging on walls, knocking shit over. She basically did the same thing while he broke her fingers, her ribs, her face, but only on cloudy days…on sunny days he would fuck the love back into her…
It got to the point I never left the house or my mothers side! She liked her “lil man” with her at all times!! I took that role seriously! She allowed me to step into her world! She exposed me to him, which exposed me to the thrills of pain and pleasure…
The one day I stopped protecting my mother will be the day I remember forever. It was my Senior basketball game and I wanted to go to it! I was tired of my moms silly choices that led me to finally break my rule! It was a cloudy day and I went to the game…I had one of the best nights of my life! I had to take two busses to get home and used the time to be proud of myself and my decision! When I finally got home to our upstairs 2 bdrm apartment, I immediately went into a state of shock…time froze and I felt out of my body!
It looked like a crime scene! It was a crime scene!! Blood, hair, and strange matter was plastered all over the walls in the living room and hallway ending in the bedroom. There was so much blood and hair I knew she was dead! I began doing the thing i do best, start pacing back and fourth. I did it so long that the downstairs neighbors took notice and came up and told me what they seen. They said my mom was taken away in a gurney and Don was in handcuffs placed in back of a police car. They told me they would help me…
We called all the hospitals and no one would tell us anything. After about 12 hours my mom called me. She was at a hospital we already called but due to the circumstance, they could not provide any information. He split her head open with a thick glass…he hit her with it so hard that the blood and hair ricocheted around the apartment. When I finally picked her up from the hospital (with the neighbors) she was barely coherent after receiveing around 15 staples to her head. We cleaned the blood and matter off the walls and carpet as best we could-I kept some of her hair and the base of the thick bloody shattered glass, hair in a ziplock bag and glass in a small Manila box. She went into hiding and I decided to leave home for good and go to college! Silver linings…
I was already very use to his perverse ways.-It was always the little things. How he rubbed his crotch on me and my bro when cutting our hair, how he loved wrestling with my 12 yo sister, how he loved speaking of sexual acts to us especially about my mom! He loved bragging about how much he fucked her! How hard he fucked her, and how freaky she is. To his credit, when they fucked, the whole house could here it! Screams of pain and pleasure!! I would jo at their door and try to stick a mirror under so I cud watch! If caught, he probably would have got even more turned on…his mother was a prostitute who use to bring him into the bed with her clients…he always struck me as off pudding. He would shove pens up my cats pussy when she was in heat! It was funny to him…
Besides his weird sexual quirks, it was his behavioral change with the weather that disturbed me the most! He would get depressed and annoyed with my emotionally damaged mother. She wanted to save him, and he wanted her to grovel before him!
On cloudy days he would beat her mercilessly. She would be locked in the room, me listening to her scream for me to help her while rocking in a corner clenching a knife for dear life! Shit flying and breaking everywhere, it felt like war! I always slept and kept a blade with me, for the one day I had courage enough to protect my mom and kill him! At least scare him! The one time I actually tried to, he laughed at me and threatened to kill me! I was around 10! I bitched out…
Her screams when getting beat down sounded an awful lot like her screams while getting fucked!! She would moan and wail out, banging on walls, knocking shit over. She basically did the same thing while he broke her fingers, her ribs, her face, but only on cloudy days…on sunny days he would fuck the love back into her…
It got to the point I never left the house or my mothers side! She liked her “lil man” with her at all times!! I took that role seriously! She allowed me to step into her world! She exposed me to him, which exposed me to the thrills of pain and pleasure…
The one day I stopped protecting my mother will be the day I remember forever. It was my Senior basketball game and I wanted to go to it! I was tired of my moms silly choices that led me to finally break my rule! It was a cloudy day and I went to the game…I had one of the best nights of my life! I had to take two busses to get home and used the time to be proud of myself and my decision! When I finally got home to our upstairs 2 bdrm apartment, I immediately went into a state of shock…time froze and I felt out of my body!
It looked like a crime scene! It was a crime scene!! Blood, hair, and strange matter was plastered all over the walls in the living room and hallway ending in the bedroom. There was so much blood and hair I knew she was dead! I began doing the thing i do best, start pacing back and fourth. I did it so long that the downstairs neighbors took notice and came up and told me what they seen. They said my mom was taken away in a gurney and Don was in handcuffs placed in back of a police car. They told me they would help me…
We called all the hospitals and no one would tell us anything. After about 12 hours my mom called me. She was at a hospital we already called but due to the circumstance, they could not provide any information. He split her head open with a thick glass…he hit her with it so hard that the blood and hair ricocheted around the apartment. When I finally picked her up from the hospital (with the neighbors) she was barely coherent after receiveing around 15 staples to her head. We cleaned the blood and matter off the walls and carpet as best we could-I kept some of her hair and the base of the thick bloody shattered glass, hair in a ziplock bag and glass in a small Manila box. She went into hiding and I decided to leave home for good and go to college! Silver linings…
