Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Chapter 6 David.

It didn't take long and Dad started spending less and less time at home. It made me hate him so much, Because without dad the games were harder and they went much farther. Also I knew i had no one to help with the dishes. He was my protector but now feel scared that he is going to leave and never come back. Now I thought of him as a lair, because he promised me he'd get me out of this house, but yet he never took my with him. He stopped helping me because mother hated him helping me and they always fought about me, my brother and themselves. Once he was gone the games would start, and they usually lasted until dad returned.

It's been 9 days, and I've yet to have anything to eat. She hasn't served me longer then 3 days, but its lasting way to long. I have no strength at all, i can hardly move. She made sure I had no possibility of stealing food. Sadly at night I would crack the water foist just enough for me to drink water and hope mother didn't hear it  the water running.Today mom put a plate of left overs in front of me and said i had 2 minutes but before i had time to get the fork o the plate she tore the plate way saying "i ran out of time." I just don't understand her, What did i do. What did I do that i deserve to go 10 days without anything to eat. Why am I the odd child she hated? All i know is i hate her so much. And my i hate my brothers just as much. I was getting to the point where I also hated father, he never stopped her, he didn't even try to save me. Not to mention he knows without him there I'm not going to survive.

A few days later she ordered me to clean the bathroom. I went think it was just a stupid chore, but when she locked me in there with ammonium and bleach I quickly realized it was just another game, trying to make me suffer. I wasn't letting her get me with this, I pushed the bucket to the door, put a rag over my face and put my face on the vent. The gas from the mixture had burned the back of my throat and made my eyes burn. I called this the gas chamber! After that she filled the bath tub, with freezing water and ordered me to get in. She made me keep my head under the water and with her hand forced my head under. I tried to keep just my noise up high enough for me to breath, then She made me get out and dress without drying off. I thought I was going to die before long.

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