Life changed me, it made me stronger, it made me weaker, it made me well me. I am not talking about the life you are probably thinnking of. I am talking about the drug "LIFE" that changed my actual life. Haven't heard of it? That is understandable because most haven't. LIFE is hard core, harder than any other drug. It changes you state of mind and alters your very being. Wannna hear the story of LIFE with Luna Summers? Okay, hold on because you are about to be taken on a ride like you never have been before..............
You see, to be honest I had about the crappeist life known to man. You know, the usual, crackhead parents, abusive dad. I could tell you ever bruise, every cut, every gash, and every beating my father ever gave me but why bother when I can't remember them that well or even care to? No, what I am going to tell you is of one specific beating, one specific thing my father did that changed my path in life.
It was a normal day. I had taken a test in chemistry and aced it of course. I was the most amazing student in the world! I got all A's, was in alot of clubs, and was secretary for our school. I was far from a nerd, but I worked hard for my grades, after all looking forward to getting into a good college was my only hope in life, my only chance to get out of the hell hole I was forced to call home. Anyway, I was taking my time walking home that day, at first, then I realized my father had wanted me to make him his drug. I rushed home and arrived a good hour before my parents were getting home. I ran to the stove and boiled the water, went to the jar my parents kept their stash, grabbed one tablet marked "LIFE", and dropped it into the boiling water. I then went to room and awaited my parent's arrival, something that I never looked forward to. I must have dozed off because I awoke to the slamming of the front door. They were home. I scurried to clean myself up for father and then went to greet them.
"Hi mom, dad"
I put on the biggest smile I could but inside I remember dying, awaitng the first swing from mother or the first soft careesss from father. Mother walked over to me and asked if had boiled the "LIFE".
"Yeah it is on the stove. Dad has it right now."
She walked over to Dad and took it from him.
"Nice try, Neil, but you know that for it to work effectively, we have to turn it to steam in the steam room."
She walked off towards the steam room. The steam room , I had never been in there and had never wanted to go in there. When my parents came out of there they were like zombies. It scared me. I watched her disappear around the corner. Suddenly, I felt a big hand on the small of my back. I knew this was coming. He started with only one kiss, one kiss that sent chills down my spine; one kiss, that felt all wrong; one kiss that multiplied to many.
"Hey." Kiss "Baby how was your day? Hmm?" Kiss and grope."Did you miss Daddy?'
He pushed me on the couch and started kissing me everywhere, my leg, my bosom, even my no-no place. Your probably wondering, why not fight him? Well, I'll tell you why, because last time I did I ended up having to get stitches all over my body including my head. He was taking of my shirt, jus as mother walked in. She nevers stops him, never tells him to stop, just sits there and watches. She laughed.
"Oh Neil. What did I tell you? Patience. Don't you think that our daughter should experience 'LIFE' now. I mean, she is old enough."
Daddy groaned.
"Oh Bertha, I so do. Come baby, daddy is going to show you the time of your life."
I had no idea what was going on but I was about to disobey my father, not if I wanted to live. I followed him around the corner of our hallway, somewhere I had never been. That means that was
"The steam room"
"That's right, baby. And boy are we going to have fun"
He smiled and led me in. Now, the next part I remember in bits and pieces because LIFE messes with your memory. I remember mommy leaving the room and standing outside. I remember daddy taking off his clothes, as usual and jammming that bad thing into my no-no zone. It was the most painful thing I had ever felt. Usually he eases it in, but that time was different. It felt like I was tearing. Then, I remember smoke filling the air covering daddy's face. I remmeber feeling the most ease I have ever felt. Imagine having the worst sunburn possible then your good mother comes and put some aloe vera on it. That soothing feeling mixed with the feeling of pure happiness was what I felt that night. From then on, I was hooked on LIFE.
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