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Know this, son
The real world aint no place for crying little wimps like you
Get yourself off the floor before I put you there again
Now you know what you did was wrong
I don’t know what you were thinking
If you ever pull that stunt again, the punishment will be worse
Oh great, now you're crying
God damn it
Get upstairs and clean yourself up
Wipe that blood off your mouth too
Make sure you use the lotion on the bruising
I don’t want the teachers calling me in the morning
If anyone asks, you fell down the stairs
When your sister gets home, tell her what you done
If I catch her doing it, she gets the same
I can’t fucking believe your mother left me with you two
I aint got time for babysitting two brats
My job only gives me two weeks sick leave
What are you boy? 12 now?
You got to be able to takes care of yourself
Don’t let the kids at school bully you around
Or make fun of your clothes
We don’t make enough to get new ones every year
I better not hear any sass from you neither
I work too hard everyday
To feed you two ungrateful kids
Once you’re cleaned up, get yourself some dinner
Make some for your sister too
I have to get some whiskey from the store
When I get back, I want you in bed
Kids your age shouldn’t be up past seven
Don’t worry about your homework
I didn’t get no high school diploma and I did just fine
Once you get some meat on those skinny bones
You’ll have no problem getting one of those construction jobs
Then you’ll know how hard making a living is
Where is Darlene anyway?
Shouldn’t she be home by now?
Ah fuck it
Travis, if you aren’t in bed when I get back
This little episode here will seem like a stern talking to
You hear me boy?
I know things is hard with your momma gone
It aint easy on me neither
I am the only family you got
It’s my job to raise you right
It’s your job to do whats I tell ya
If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t punish you
I’d let you do whatever you god damn wanted
You’d get caught up in them drugs
Be getting girls pregnant all the time
That’s not the life I want for you son
I only hit you because I love you







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On Tuesday February 21st, 2006, WinterGrave (337) writes:
intence, a story all to familiar, i fell for the victim of this.~~~Grave


On Tuesday February 21st, 2006, TaintedButterfly (1056) writes:
Oh way too familiar. Love never hurts physically! This tore me up inside. I'm sorry.... *sends you hugs* :( Julia~


On Tuesday February 21st, 2006, An Expired Member (22) writes:
Wow yeah sounds like my family



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