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Michael
Guest
The old house looked the same a dismal grey. There were
cars parked out front. I wonder what the people that lived
there now would think, if they knew of the evil that once
walked their floors.
I am glad I was the only child, for I would not want any
to go through what I have. My mother only had a forth
grade education. She was very dark inside. She beat and verbalby
abused me for years. She would hand red peppers on the wall,grab
one and throw me down and ram it in my mouth and yell,"this
is the way it will feel when you go to hell, and there will be no
water for in hell you get no water".
If I saw her coming with a red pepper, I would run and jump
under the bed. She would grab a broom, lie down and jab it into
me while cursing me till I came out so she could stick the pepper
in my mouth. Her favorite phrase was,"you are going to burst hell
wide open"!
The old car crept into the drive way. I wondered if my father would
be drunk again as I stood and look out the window. I soon got my
answere as and object flew at the window where I stood. I leaped
back as the window shattered all to pieces. He had thrown the
jack out of the car at the window where I stood. I ran for my life.
My father was a house painter, which was about all he could do
for sometimes he would be drunk for days. He was very violent
when he drank, and one day came home from work drunk and
told me God had spoke to him at work and told him to kill me and
take his own life. My father ran me with a knife. I barely escaped
by crawling under the house, where I slept that night.
He loved to beat me with fishing rods and even beat a pet
squirrel I had raised as a baby to death, telling me he did it
because God wanted him to remind me of what he could do to me.
His would ofter say,"you run like a turkey,they all run like turkeys
before me"!
Even though I have accepted jesus as my lord and savior I still struggle
with alcohol. Most of my family were alcoholics. Please pray for me.
I want be free and serve the lord and know joy.
cars parked out front. I wonder what the people that lived
there now would think, if they knew of the evil that once
walked their floors.
I am glad I was the only child, for I would not want any
to go through what I have. My mother only had a forth
grade education. She was very dark inside. She beat and verbalby
abused me for years. She would hand red peppers on the wall,grab
one and throw me down and ram it in my mouth and yell,"this
is the way it will feel when you go to hell, and there will be no
water for in hell you get no water".
If I saw her coming with a red pepper, I would run and jump
under the bed. She would grab a broom, lie down and jab it into
me while cursing me till I came out so she could stick the pepper
in my mouth. Her favorite phrase was,"you are going to burst hell
wide open"!
The old car crept into the drive way. I wondered if my father would
be drunk again as I stood and look out the window. I soon got my
answere as and object flew at the window where I stood. I leaped
back as the window shattered all to pieces. He had thrown the
jack out of the car at the window where I stood. I ran for my life.
My father was a house painter, which was about all he could do
for sometimes he would be drunk for days. He was very violent
when he drank, and one day came home from work drunk and
told me God had spoke to him at work and told him to kill me and
take his own life. My father ran me with a knife. I barely escaped
by crawling under the house, where I slept that night.
He loved to beat me with fishing rods and even beat a pet
squirrel I had raised as a baby to death, telling me he did it
because God wanted him to remind me of what he could do to me.
His would ofter say,"you run like a turkey,they all run like turkeys
before me"!
Even though I have accepted jesus as my lord and savior I still struggle
with alcohol. Most of my family were alcoholics. Please pray for me.
I want be free and serve the lord and know joy.
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