Some of you may know this story by Dave Peltzer but I will take you in depth of his tragic story. =========================== Chapter One: The rescue I was so fearful at every creak of the floorboards, I prayed that they never belonged to mother's footsteps. The dish water was scalding hot, I pulled my hands out to cool them off quickly. Suddenly my cheek stings and I'm on the floor. Mother stands over me, she's been drinking. She screams hurtful names and threats at me, I slowly stand up. She pushes me, before I hit the floor my head hits the counter top. A few drops of blood and I burst into tears. I knew mother would stop her little "game" if I cried. She grabbed another bottle of whiskey and stormed out of the room. The act had worked, I thank the lord she didn't kill me. Slowly but steadily I stand up, and continue to wash the dishes. My brothers came into the kitchen and gave a sympathetic look then ran up to their rooms. ....I was a bad boy... I deserve this... I had to finish my chores, or I won't be able to eat breakfast. I haven't eaten since yesterday, must keep fighting. Mother uses food as one of her weapons. Im overjoyed to see that I get leftovers from one of my brothers. It's lucky charms, only a few marshmallows and a small amount of milk. I ate so quickly it seemed like I breathed it all in. I'm late so Mother pushes me into the old station wagon and drops off my oldest brother first. Then before the car comes to a stop, I dash out only to be called back by Mother. She sweetly says "David you forgot your lunch". This was a tone she rarely used with me. I remember when my mother was beatiful and treated me like a part of the family and not as if I was her own personal bitch. Mother used to be thin and have gorgeous long auburn like hair. Now her figure is slightly larger and her hair is frizzy and in clumps. She barely needed make-up she was gorgeous. Mother used to have great character traits, she was brave, exotic, she made things fun, and loved exotic items. Now she sits on the couch in a ratty old robe and drinks until she slurs her words. The house even changed, It used to always be cleaned. We had all sorts of pets fish, dogs, cats, birds and even a turtle. Mother also loved to cook, it became her hobby to make different foods. One night after taking up to China town, she dressed up in a kimono and made a wonderful Chinese dinner. What I would give just to have one more day like that... =========================== I started writing this in-depth to show some of you who put in their rp sign-ups that they were abused or that they came from a broken home. This is one of the most heart-breaking stories I have ever read. And I respect whoever reads this story. I hope you guys understand it is not a joke. Child abuse is NOT a joke.