Ok. So I was really in trouble. In BIG trouble. You won’t believe what he did! Guess and I’ll tell you if you’re right.
No you’re not right. He didn’t hit me. My mom gave me a good smack right there in the face! And it hurt! It hurt more than being hit by Cloyd’s belt. And she had her rings on so now I got a scratch on my face! This so sucks.
Guess what he did to Cole? Nothing. Yea that’s right! Nothing. He didn’t even yell at her!
Oh now wondering about Brian? Uuuuuummmmmmmm Brian went home. He told me he’d see me tomorrow. I said maybe. I go myself into more trouble with Cloyd. Ya know? My life sucks right now, big time. And Aj. He went home too. He got in trouble too. I don’t know why but. My life sucks right now.
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Okay, it’s the next day. At school! We got these little field trip permission things. For what you ask? TO GO SWIMMING!!!!! I love swimming!!! But then there is a problem. If I go swimming, I’ll have to take off my shirt. So everyone will see all the bruises. You’re probably thinking, why not keep it on then? Well because I’ve tried it before and I almost drowned. It sucked you know? Oh well. Oh yea! Why did I almost drown? I forgot that part, the shirt weighed me down. Maybe because it was Cloyd’s, I don’t know. It sucked anyway. That was at my old school. This is a new school. I don’t if anyone knows I can swim. Ya see, Cole said I looked nervous about it so now kids were talking about me and stuff like that ya know? Oh well. I’ll prove them all wrong.
So, me and Cole went home. We wanted to give it to mom but Cloyd, somehow, found out. And, you won’t believe it! He signed it!!!! Yea! We’re going swimming! In two weeks. Cloyd will be back by then but, he said, because he heard about my little drowning incident, that I would only get smacks in the face! This so rocks! No big beating for like two weeks! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WOOOOOOOHHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Yea! Sorry. Anyways. It’ll start back up again yea but until then, I am going to be able to live free!
Cole said something about telling. Telling Cloyd’s friends about what he was doing to us. I blew up. I swear I blew up! Like a volcano! She actually had to find the pieces of me and put them back together. No not really. I won’t get into detail, but we won’t talk about telling for awhile now. I’ve thought about it too, but you can’t get life or death for beating your step kids. Like 5 or 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 yea but not life or death. See the problem is that HE WOULD GET OUT. He’s already told us that if we told anyone and he went to jail and got out then he would kill us. The normal stuff you know? Don’t tell or die!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!! I would like to live for a large time. Not die before I’m 30 that’s for sure. I’m not making any sense. Oh well.
Cole got a beating! I told him and asked him, got smacked in the mouth but he did give her the beating of her life! Well at least as bad as I get it all the time. She was crying so bad, she hit me too! I tried to tell Cloyd and he said, “Not my fault,” How rude!
(2 weeks later)
It’s time to go swimming! And I have no bruises for like the 2nd time in my life!!!! Yea! Okay maybe not my life but a lot of it. The first time was when I jumped off the roof of the church we were in. I broke my arm, got bruised ribs, and sprained my ankle. It was when I was like 7 or 8. I remember I messed up my liver too. Wait I bothered something that was already wrong with my liver. Cloyd knows he can’t hit me there where my liver is because it hurts really bad when I get hit there. He hits me there sometimes but he only does it when I did something really stupid. Yea.
Anyways. Going to school.
Some People by Alana
