Running wouldn't be the answer. He'd find me and the punishment would be worse then ever. The last time he caught me I blead for three days and couldn't sit down.
What was worse I couldn't tell Mr. Gardner why I couldn't sit down. If I said anything there would be hell to pay. Don't tell a soul. Never let anyone know. Especially Mr. Gardner.
Besides I can't leave Shotzy. There on the bathroom floor lay his confessor, curled around his feet, all 30 pounds of multi colored fluff. She was so grateful to be rescued. Shotzy provided his only laughter, she his only love, now that his mother had gone missing.
I just have to find a way to hide the bruises around my wrists the ones on my back side won't be seen. It looks more red on the right wrist. That's where he tied the knot. Looks like long sleeves again. I hope we don't have to go outside today it's too hot. Maybe I'll get lucky and it will rain so we can stay inside. All the clean shirts are hanging in the basement.
I hate going down there. He might be down there. That's were all the bad memories were. Oh why didn't I bring them upstairs after I wrung them out. He's probably waiting in that greasy shop of his, playing with himself.
"I'll be right back. Stay here Shotz."
No luck for me this morning. There he sat at the kitchen table blocking the basement door.
"Boy. Get your butt to school or I'll have another piece 'fore dinner." He grabbed his dirty crotch and humped his fist. An evil laugh rose up from him, spewing forth that tobacco and alcohol smell. I don't think I'll ever shake that stink.
" Yes sir, just lookin' for a clean shirt. I'm goin' right now." Bess not to mess with brown bears was all I could think. Try not to rile them. Especially hungry brown bears.
"Clean shirt. Princess wants a clean shirt." He pull his zipper down, stood up and began to spray piss all over my back. " There's something' to clean up Missy, now get the hell out." He grabbed the door handle and yanked open the back door. I could see the boot coming. I could feel the bruise more. I ducked past him and down the basement steps faster then you can say BITE ME.
I wish I could say that to him.
Laundry basket. No towels. The shirts were hanging from the rafters. With an easy pull, over my head, left arm, right arm, done. Now I just had to get past him to survive. I had my clean shirt.
"Please I just need a long sleeve one." I pleaded. " I promise to do it good. I'll be better, please, I'll be late."
"It's you're own damn fault" He lit another cigarette striking the match off his belt buckle. "I'll see you after." He laughed, leaning against the door jamb, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, holding his manhood.
I ran up the stairs past him and out the back door. Hopefully I didn't stink like urine too much. It began to drizzle. A clean light mist covered me.
I smiled. Bite Me You Bastard. I wish I could say that to him.