Chapter 3

My life was very hard when my abuse first started. The relationship with mom changed from discipline to punishment that grew out of control. I remember when there were days that mom was so strong that I didn't think i would survive to see the next day.I feel as the abuse went on and on i did nothing but get stronger. There were days i could tell what kind of day i was going to have by what my mom wore. I remember the first thing mom did to me she forced my face against our mirror and told me to repeat over and over i am a bad boy. Then she would go watch TV again until the next commercials came up. That's the moment i feared the most. She would come and check to see if my face was still against the mirror. But the time i realized never to let my mom see me beg that she stop hurting me was when she turned on our gas oven and held my arm in the blue flames. Then she told me to take my cloths off and lay on the flames. She said she wanted to show me what hell was, and watch me burn. This moment scared me so much that my knees were trembling. But i beat my mom is strength because i knew the longer i held on the sooner my brother would walk in the door from his scout meeting. Mom knew she had been beat. I went out to our garage and licked my burns to cool them. From that moment on i vowed to myself never to let mom have the satisfaction of seeing me beg her to stop hurting me. So i told my self to live stronger.  

Chapter 2

My life was not always filled with abuse. When I was really young my family was like the Brady Bunch of the 1960's. My mom was filled with love when me, and my brothers were young. I remember how we used to always go on family trips to explore our home town of San Francisco. My moms greatest asset was her Determination. She would always get all the things done around the house before dad came home. She always told us to do our part by keeping our rooms neat. My mom was not just a gifted cleaner she was also a gifted cook. On days when my father was working she would always take us on site seeing tours around the city. One time she took us to Chinatown in San Francisco. When i was young our house was filled with lots of pets. Us kids loved it because mom would let each one of us choose a name for them. During these good years the most fun with mom was on the holidays that started with Halloween. Mom would always rush us out the door when she woke us up in the middle of the night, because the moon looked like the great pumpkin in the sky. The day after thanksgiving mom would always disappear into the basement and bring up enormous boxes of Christmas decorations. Sometimes i think back to when my life was happy and i wish that the abuse would have never started. But i know i cant change what happened in my life i can only make the best out of the rest of my life.

Chapter 1

My life has been so hard because of the abuse I go though. Every time I think things are going to get easier they only seem to get worse. If I don't get things done on time there is no food for me. so I tried to get the dishes done on time so I could have food cause I did not eat dinner last night. Every day when I go to school the nurse checks my abuse marks. But little did I know that today was going to go a lot differently. In a few minutes we arrive at our town police station. The cop takes by my elbow in  to a big office. Where just me and him would sit and talk. He asked me about mom and he says its OK to tell him. So I told him all about mom. I was scared to cause I always thought I was supposed to protect mom. Then he asked for my phone number again, and  I said why I was scared. Then he calls mom. He tells her I wont be coming home and I am in their hands now. He told me I was free I said really I cant believe this. All I keep thinking is wow, I wont get hit any more, and  I can have the happiness I deserved before. Now my life will be like I have always dreamed, packed full of fun and no abuse. The cop telling me that is the best news I could ever hear.