Hell Arrives Daily (187 hits)
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Submitted by Porno Director (View user info) at 2008-02-20 21:41:27 EST
The old red Chevy truck pulled into the driveway beside the two story brick building. The boys and the woman upstairs inwardly cringed. They knew the man inside the truck would be angry, would have alcohol, and that the night would inevitibly become a mass of violence, hatred, and blood.
The woman, though, was lucky. She had apparently contacted a man to come and get her. He arrived just a few moments after the man in the blue truck, on a motorcycle. The boys hid in a back enclave and listened.
The first man and the woman shouted at each other. The second man and the first man shouted at each other. Soon all three were shouting at once. A push came to a shove, which came to a blow, which sent the first man sprawling onto the ground.
The second man and the woman mounted the bike, laughed at the floored man, and rode off. Nobody in the brick house ever saw them again.
My father picked himself up and came inside. He yelled at us to come help him clean up his bloody face.
"Fix me some supper," he growled at my brother. I was fortunate. I had proven to be such a poor cook around age six that I was never ordered to cook again.
The supper of oatmeal and green beans from the can was eaten in malovent silence on the mans part, silent fear on the boys.
After satisfied he sat himself in his customary position in front of the ancient black and white television and rapidly consumed a 12 pack of Coors Light beer.
"Swwweeeerrrreeeeeeet!"
Like Pavilov's dogs, my brother and I cringed.
"It's your turn."
"No, I got him the last one, it's your turn."
"No it isn't, I wa..."
"ONE OF YOU LITTLE FUCKERS BETTER GET ME A BEER NOW."
My brother shoved me from behind the partition and I walked, petrified, into the tiny, dingy kitchen, knowing the beer was gone. The night was about to become horrifying.
"You're out, Daddy," I whimpered.
"WHAT?" He grabbed my arm and wrenched me towards his face; "HOW CAN I BE OUT? ARE YOU LITTLE BASTARDS STEALING MY BEER?"
His steely blue eyes, as always, frightened me to the core.
"No Daddy, I think you drank them all." He gave me a slap across the face that sent me spiraling away but I was relieved to be away from him.
"I'm going out for some beer. I want that kitchen scrubbed clean by the time I get back. I'm short of cash so I'm gonna take a little money from your piggy banks."
The unthinkable had happened. That money, usually sent by a distant relative, was a great placater of the violent hulk of my father.
The woman had stolen the money from our ceramic piggybanks. She must have needed to give the motorcycle man gas money.
"YOU GODDAMN LITTLE RODENTS! YOU LET THAT BITCH STEAL THE MONEY SO AND SO GAVE TO YOU? WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN NEVER TO TRUST ANYONE?"
"I don't know, sir."
"DID SHE TELL YOU SHE WAS LEAVING? DID SHE? WHY DIDN'T YOU PIPSQUEAKS WARN ME?"
"I don't know, sir."
The violence began.
Tonight I am lucky and go to sleep with only mild bruising and a headache. My poor brother fares worse because he tried to stand me and the raging alcoholic.
Eventually he got tired of the beatings and went to bed. I could hear him crying away into sleep.
I drifted off to sleep. In the morning the man was hung over and docile. After my brother made our breakfast of grits and coffee and the man drove off to the big city for the day, we walked to school together.
As other kids caught up with us my brother trailed ahead and told me to quit following him. I arrived at school as always. Alone, afraid, angry, alienated.
That night the old red Chevy truck pulled into the driveway beside the two story brick building. The boys upstairs inwardly cringed...
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Submitted by maf54 (user info) at 2008-05-14 03:51:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
you should do more like this one
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-02-20 21:43:25 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
puhLEASE