Dedication Takes a Lifetime But Dreams Only Last For a Night
Falling into a Bowl of Soup & Punching a Wall
Alex POV:
"So you just decided to disappear for almost two days?""D-dad I'm so sorry,I'll never do it again, don't hurt me! Please!!" I begged. He was already drunk and I knew my begging wouldn't change a thing. He suddenly snatched my left hand smirking as he examined it,he said "Hmmm remember this scar? Do you? Answer me! Fucking answer me!" He yelled screaming, and punching me until I was on the floor sitting because he was still holding onto my arm. "Y-yes I remember. From last time wh-when you b-burned my arm in that bowl of boiling water." "I didn't do that. You did. Just like you killed him." I remembered that awful night clearly. I'd come home late after going to a friends house. I'd never had lots of friends so I was really happy to come over to his house and time just flew by. I was only 14. Yes my dads been hurting me for so long but most of the time its only punches and occasional cuts not real torture. He boiled water and said "Either you stick your hand inside that for more than a minute or I can't promise you'll live tomorrow." I sobbed and with no choice stuck my hand in. The pain was terrible. I can't explain it. And the thing I remember most was my dad smiling and laughing at my pain. My dads smirking voice brought me back to the present. "I thought you'd learned your lesson, that these scars are enough to make you remember to never leave the house without permission and you know I'll never give you that. But no. Looks like the dickhead forgot. Well I'll make sure you'll remember. Forever." Still holding on to my left hand he boiled water and said" Either you leave your hand there for 2 minutes or I can't promise tomorrow you'll wake up. " "No. Please." I begged again though I knew it was hopeless. "Do it. Now. " I took a deep breath,trying to prepare myself. I was terrified and shaking. I lowered my hand and screamed. "Shut the fuck up." he snarled. I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from the burning,the awful pain. I don't know how I did it but after what seemed like an eternity of hell he lifted my hand up, ignoring my crying and sobs, and before I could react turned it around until he heard that crack. I was crying tears flying out of my eyes. He broke my hand! I tried to stop crying as he sat there laughing and saying" I sure do fucking hope you've learned your lesson!" After laughing for a minute or so he passed out. My hand was already puffy and tinged with a angry red. I had absolutely no idea how to make it better. I needed to go to a hospital. I slowly lifted myself and covered my hand in ice. The hospital was a walking distance about 5 minutes. I slowly walked out, each step like hell praying my dad wouldn't catch me. I finally got to the hospital. I used the money I'd been saving to buy a new accustom guitar. According to the doctors I had sever burns and had broken my hand in two places. I had to wear one of those removable casts for a month and put lotion on my hand for two weeks or until the burns get better. When they asked me what happened I made up some pathetic excuse about my hand falling in a bowl of soup and punching a wall. They didn't really believe me but let it slid. What would I tell everyone? No screw everyone. What would I tell Jack? I returned home and sneaked into the basement, my dad still sleeping on the kitchen floor. The next day went by pretty fast. My dad throwing my breakfast on my head, calling me names, making me clean the house, and locking me in the basement as usual. What would I do tomorrow?
"So you just decided to disappear for almost two days?""D-dad I'm so sorry,I'll never do it again, don't hurt me! Please!!" I begged. He was already drunk and I knew my begging wouldn't change a thing. He suddenly snatched my left hand smirking as he examined it,he said "Hmmm remember this scar? Do you? Answer me! Fucking answer me!" He yelled screaming, and punching me until I was on the floor sitting because he was still holding onto my arm. "Y-yes I remember. From last time wh-when you b-burned my arm in that bowl of boiling water." "I didn't do that. You did. Just like you killed him." I remembered that awful night clearly. I'd come home late after going to a friends house. I'd never had lots of friends so I was really happy to come over to his house and time just flew by. I was only 14. Yes my dads been hurting me for so long but most of the time its only punches and occasional cuts not real torture. He boiled water and said "Either you stick your hand inside that for more than a minute or I can't promise you'll live tomorrow." I sobbed and with no choice stuck my hand in. The pain was terrible. I can't explain it. And the thing I remember most was my dad smiling and laughing at my pain. My dads smirking voice brought me back to the present. "I thought you'd learned your lesson, that these scars are enough to make you remember to never leave the house without permission and you know I'll never give you that. But no. Looks like the dickhead forgot. Well I'll make sure you'll remember. Forever." Still holding on to my left hand he boiled water and said" Either you leave your hand there for 2 minutes or I can't promise tomorrow you'll wake up. " "No. Please." I begged again though I knew it was hopeless. "Do it. Now. " I took a deep breath,trying to prepare myself. I was terrified and shaking. I lowered my hand and screamed. "Shut the fuck up." he snarled. I closed my eyes trying to distract myself from the burning,the awful pain. I don't know how I did it but after what seemed like an eternity of hell he lifted my hand up, ignoring my crying and sobs, and before I could react turned it around until he heard that crack. I was crying tears flying out of my eyes. He broke my hand! I tried to stop crying as he sat there laughing and saying" I sure do fucking hope you've learned your lesson!" After laughing for a minute or so he passed out. My hand was already puffy and tinged with a angry red. I had absolutely no idea how to make it better. I needed to go to a hospital. I slowly lifted myself and covered my hand in ice. The hospital was a walking distance about 5 minutes. I slowly walked out, each step like hell praying my dad wouldn't catch me. I finally got to the hospital. I used the money I'd been saving to buy a new accustom guitar. According to the doctors I had sever burns and had broken my hand in two places. I had to wear one of those removable casts for a month and put lotion on my hand for two weeks or until the burns get better. When they asked me what happened I made up some pathetic excuse about my hand falling in a bowl of soup and punching a wall. They didn't really believe me but let it slid. What would I tell everyone? No screw everyone. What would I tell Jack? I returned home and sneaked into the basement, my dad still sleeping on the kitchen floor. The next day went by pretty fast. My dad throwing my breakfast on my head, calling me names, making me clean the house, and locking me in the basement as usual. What would I do tomorrow?
Awwwwwwwwww this is amazing thank you
11/3/14