iloveyoutooson

The juice sprang from his hands and spilled, drenching the precious carpet with orange.He didn't mean to! The mother was a traditional type, you do a bad thing, you have a bad thing coming. Get the belt! she screamed to his brother, and it magically appeared in her hands. The belt wasn't what hurt, but the sting of the alcohol in his mothers breath, You Disgrace! penetrating his delicate world. 1

She had told him before to not touch the dolls for they were fragile and could break at the slightest touch. He knew better than to close his ears to her rules, so he went out of his way to not get near the dolls. He was just a little guy. Kids have accidents. The ball went beyond his control when it bounced, and bounced, and bounced into the china hands of a doll. She saw.2

You little bastard, I told you not to touch them! She said, grabbing for whatever was near and chucking it at the boy. A remote control, a book, a bottle. It Didn't Break! the boy yelled, but little boys weren't supposed to yell.3

Shut Up! She shrieked, twisting his arm behind him. But it didn't break, he whispered over and over, as the bone in his arm snapped. He'd never tell anyway, but she doesn't know, let her make a bit more of a scare to make herself more confident. She had gone too far, where else was there to go? Everywhere.4

The Mother never kept kleenex in the house. As if thinking there were to be no tears. Tears were weak, she thought. And her little boy was the weakest of them all. Only seven years old, he had gone through seven years of torture. There was no end. There was no place to hide.5

He finally got to go out for Halloween when he was six, dressed in a hand me down Buzz Lightyear costume, his mother took him to a special place. The Man Is My Friend, He Has Lots Of Candy! She brought him to the door and gave the shaky man a wink. Take good care.6

Shut the door behind him, he shut the world out. With a blink all innocence was gone. This wasn't something to watch. The man had a blanket as a curtain over every window of the house, for some reason the boy took notice and thought it quite amazing and wondered if the man slept under curtains. The clock in the living room stopped permanently. The whole time it was 10:23pm. Past the boys bedtime.7

What was love? the boy wondered endlessly. In the public eye, The Mother went on and on of her grand love for her little baby boy. Clutching him to her side, bringing him into the cloud of perfume covered animosity. A dream come true.8

I Do This Because I Love You! The excuse for every slap or object thrown or any night spent with a shaky man. Her arms open wide, not for a hug but for exasperation, he must believe this! Love drives her to hate? 9

Tell me you love me, son. The last words before every day at school. If he didn't speak the reply fast enough then the rebellion would be registered and taken care of later that day. iloveyoumom.10

What does he mean?11

The can of beer sprang from his hands and drenched the old wood floor with a murky brown. Where has the little boy gone? iloveyoutooson.12