Work In Progress, Do Not Read

"Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child" - Hell is for Children, Pat Benetar1

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"What's this Marc! 2 C's? fucking C's?! Do you know how much it costs to put you through school you ungratful brat?!"3

Marc sat on the couch, head down. He knew what was coming. He threw up at school when he saw his report card. Last time he got a C it lasted a week, and this time, he had two.4

"I thought we established the rules last time Marc..."5

"I'm sorry!" he blurted out, against his better judgment, "The same teacher taught both those classes, she never gave us..."6

Marc cried out as the hand made contact with his face7

"I don't want to hear your excuses boy! get up into that bedroom of yours"8

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Stacy looks out the window to the moon, singing a song she remembers from long ago. She's not quite sure where it came from, but she remembers a beautiful, soft voice singing it to her. She likes to think it was her mother. Not the mean one she has now, her old mummy, the one that used to cuddle her and read her bedtime stories.10

'Jesus loves me, this I know, 11

for the bible tells me so.12

Little ones to him belong13

They are weak but he is strong.'14

Only daddy cuddles Stacy now. His cuddles sometimes scare her.15

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little boy who says, i love you too