My name is
Chris. I
am three. My eyes are swollen, I cannot see. I must be stupid. I
must be bad. What else could've made my daddy so mad? I wish I
were better. I wish I weren't ugly. Then maybe my mommy would
still want to hug me. I can't do wrong. I can't speak at
all. Or else I'm locked up all day long. When I'm awake,
I'm all alone. The house is dark, my folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, so maybe
I'll just get one whipping tonight. I just heard a car, my
daddy is back from Charlie's bar. I hear him curse. My name is
called. I press myself against the wall. I try to hide from his
evil eyes. I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds
me weeping. Calls me ugly words. He says it's my fault he
suffers at work. He slaps and hits me, and yells at me more. I
finally get free, and run to the door. He's already locked it,
and I start to bawl. He takes me and throws me hard against the
wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy
continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!" I
scream, but it's now much too late. His face has been twisted
into an unimaginable shape. The hurt and the pain, again and again.
Oh please God, please let this end! And he finally stops, and heads
for the door. While I lay there motionless, sprawled on the
floor.
My name is Chris. I am three. Tonight my daddy murdered
me.
[♥] if
you're against child
abuse.
My name is Chris. I am three. My eyes are swollen, I cannot see.
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Emily10125 · 1 decade ago
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is this true??