Chapter 7

I’ve started to hate everyone. I have no other feeling but that. The kids at school have gotten worse. As we went on our school field trip to the clipper ship. They kept saying mean stuff to me like why don’t you just jump. You know you want to. Not only that but they had beat me up also.

chapter 6

Now that father keeps spending time away from home things keep getting worse. But when father is at home he tires to help me with the dishes. Father is always trying to keep my hopes up by telling me that he’s going to get us out of here even though I know this will never happen. But mother finally told father to stop helping me. One day mother changed she was being nice gave me clean cloths and told me I could take a bath. But unfortunately it was a set up so that mother wouldn’t get into trouble. After the social worker left my life went right back to being abused.

Chapter 5

My punishments seemed to get worse and worse. Mother still wasn’t feeding me. Also as time grew on father wouldn’t even try to help me anymore. When father was at work it always seemed that my punishment was much worse. One night mother stabbed me by accident. As I hoped going to father he would help me. He just sat there and told me that mother better not catch me talking to him. By this time I didn’t see father as my hero.

chapter 4

Now living with mother was getting worse. She would keep me from eating for punishment. If I was lucky she would let me eat my brothers leftovers form breakfast. Because mother wasn’t feeding me I tried stealing food from my classmates. Over time the started to notice and I got in trouble for it. Time went on mother and started to just call me the boy. My brothers were no longer aloud to play with me. One night mother got me out of bed I thought she was going to beat me. But instead she shoved the ammonia into my mouth. This caused the inside of mouth to burn.

chapter 3

When mother first started to abuse me my punishment would be small like sitting in the corner. As time progressed mother would find new ways to hurt me. Like pushing my face against the mirror making me say over and over again that I was a bad boy. As time grew on I started to notice that mother was only singling me out. A while after that mother got mad and started to hit me. When I was trying to protect my face mother grabbed my arm. Later that night my arm was still hurting real bad. So that night mother had me sleep on the top bunk. When she took me to the hospital mother told them that I had fallen when I was asleep. This was the start of mother’s lies.

Chapter 2

I wasn’t always abused. I can still remember how it uses to be. Before mother started to abuse me I was part of the family. Also I remember how pretty mother was when she would get dressed up. I remember going on trips to Portola and Memorial Park. This is where we would camp in a big tent. But my favorite memory is of going to my favorite place in the world the Russian River.

Chapter 1

I woke up late this morning. So hopefully mother will just hit me instead of take away my food. Since I didn't get to eat dinner last night. Now mother has to take me to school since I was late, and i didn't have time to run to school. When I got to school the nurse started to check me for bruises. Like always I make up excuses for mother. Then after going to class my name is said over the intercom. After talking to the police and told on my mother. I hoped they wouldn't send me home to her.