Monsters Are Real

Where to start, well we lived just out side Pittsburg. My mom Ann dad Wayne my older brother davit and sister Becky and my little brother Dallas. Mom died June 6th 1967, I guess that's when dad became the monster he truly was. Dad worked at Parsons ammunition plant from early morning till early afternoon. He usually got home around 4 pm. Dad called us animals and he treated us not as good as animals I guess.

 

 The beating started with David; he was cruel to everyone and everything. David would trap animals live and tie them to barn wall and throw saw blades at them and shoot arrows. David weighed about 110 lbs I was about 30 lbs. He was 7years older than m. Dad caught David killing the animals and beat David with his belt better known as the black snake. When it hit you it would take the hide right off and blood would seep from the spot. We then were told to start scraping the front of the house and get it ready for painting. Dad brought home the paint the next day and we started painting. Dad said do not get paint on the screens.  David was on the ladder painting  and I was painting the lower part. David dripped paint on screens and said I did it. Dad came out to look and saw the paint and went into a rage.  I had never seen dad looked like an Indian. Black hair dark skin you could see the blood run to his face and neck his eyes and the stare you knew you were going to get it.

 

Dad grabbed by the arm and pulling off his belt started swinging it as it wrapped around me like a whip stinging the belt wrapped around me and hung as dad pulled it slipping from his hand still holding me by the arm. A fishing rod was lying on the ground he picked it up and started whipping me with it fiberglass. It split the skin wide open and the blood ran like water. After a few minutes he got tired and stopped hitting me and then David got his.  I was cut everywhere, blood in the grass turned the green grass dark looked like a fight had taken  place. You dared not say  anything after that.

 

 David waited for me behind the barn and beat the living hell out of me. It was Friday and dad was going out drinking and dancing. We all knew what that meant dad was singing; he liked show tunes he had a baritone  and could really sing, He liked it when I would listen but I was so afraid of him  and I trembled  at the sight of him. Dad went to town and we all got to watch TV star trek and the monster movies. We would watch out the window looking up the hill to the tracks. We could see the lutes if every car a mile away and we knew to run to bed. We would keep a towel in freezer to cover the TV dad would come in an feel the

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wood top so we used the towel to cool it down.

 

As for eating every day we got a bowl of oat meal a slice of toast a pad of butter; that was it. Dinner was a cup of ghoulish; you got one cup that was it and you didn't say a word. Dad sat in the kitchen with his back to us. We sat in the dining room. Dad said he couldn't watch us eat. It was like watching animals eat. Dad had steak and yelled I can't eat this steak it’s too tough and flipped the plate over dad’s girl friend. At the time it was Roxanne; she had come home with dad Friday night.

 

Dad and Roxanne got dressed up an went to town and  we were supposed to clean up everything. Becky was supposed to wash dishes and mop floors. I walked through the kitchen not knowing the floor was wet. Becky went nuts on me, screaming grabbed by my hair and started dragging me through the house;  then sitting on top of me punching me kicking me and smiling all the time. She was beating so I was getting beat from just about everyone.

 

Dad got to where he would watch David beat me, he would smile and say did that hurt.  I was becoming a mean son of a bitch but I only weighted 30 lbs.  I couldn't fight back, they could just pick me up and toss me.  I had to be fast. Dad went to work and told me and Becky to move the boat out of the barn as he had sold it. Well it had set so long the tires were flat and ruts had formed. We couldn't get the boat out dad came home and said why is this boat not out. I said we can't get to out; dad got mad grabbing a garden hose and started hitting me with it and after a few swings it got caught in the rafters. So he grabbed a log chain an folded it in half and swung it sticking me across the top on my head.

 

 I fell to the ground screaming blood flowing from my head this was really bad my hands soaked in blood dad just walked away.  I couldn't focus my eyes stand a tingling and numbness came over me and I stopped screaming.  I just lay there in the dirt, blood was slowing down. It was so long  watching the blood dry on my face and hands. I could feel it drying on my face in my hair my neck chest shirt was covered I lay there the rest of the day. Nat flies started gathering around me.  Becky came out and helped me up and into the house to bathroom.  I think dad told her to. The bathroom had 3 doors 1 was main entrance. One went to dad’s s room and the other went to my bedroom. I shut the door and turned on the water taking a bath soaking hot water looking at myself.  I was cut to pieces, some were healing,  some were tore open again. I can't wait till school starts up we get lunch at school free lunch.