confessions: Part 1

Justin was a wise happy nine year old kid. He love to play with his action figures and other boyish items. But behind his happy demeanor, he hid a dark secret. His dad reguarly made him drink beer and other disgusting drinks. His dad also abused him to teach him what being a "man" was all about.

This one beautiful Sunday morning,all Justin wanted to do was to sleep in and probably go to the park. But no, today was Fight Class 101.

"GET UP!" His dad screamed while pounding on the his door. Justin's breathing increased as he though of what was coming up next. The pounding continued so Justin relentlessly got up and answered it.

He was greeted by his dad holding a bat. Justin knew if he let out a scream or even a whisper, it would be his head.

"Dad, can i play with my G.I Joe first?" He asked, wishing to play with his only christmas gift from his Aunt Patrice. His dad smirked and swung the bat at Justin's head. Good thing for reflexes because Justin ducked and the bat hit the dresser.

Justin cried out as he saw his already rickety dresser, take a blow from the bat. As if bad enough, the dresser instantly crumbled from the force of the bat.

"Dad, why'd you do that?" Justin cried, as a lone tear rolled down his soft skin. And that exact tear caused a trigger in his dad's already violent demeanor.

"Shut the hell up!" His dad screamed, grabbing Justin by the front of his pajama shirt and bringing him real close to his face.

"I want you to handle this like a man. You're lucky i didn't let your mom go threw with an abortion."Justin has heard this many times before, how lucky him and his twin sister Ashlee are to having not been aborted by a coat hanger.

Justin tried to squrim free from the death grasp of his father but was unsucessful. Having fun in seeing his son squrim, he made his grasp tighter and Justin was starting to get blue in the face.

"Dad let go."Justin pleaded, strangling to keep his breath.

"Cuss at me, and i will let you go." His dad demanded. Justin thought about the many times he was told cussing was a bad thing. So Justin decided it was life or death and one word should hurt.

"DAMN!" Justin screamed as he was tossed on the floor. His dad giggled as he swung the bat and hit Justin's stomach. Justin gripped his stomach and started to sob, gut-wrenching sobs. His dad left the room, shocked by what he done and left Justin struggling for breath on the bedroom floor.