"Chris come here."

"What dad?"

"I want you to do something for me."

"What daddy?" Chris immediately recognized the smirk on his father's face and knew what he wanted. "No daddy not that. Please it hurts."

"I guess you don't love me then."

"But I do daddy. I do love you."

"Then get over here and drop your pants."

Chris chocked back a sob as he slowly unbuttoned his pants.

A knock on the door. "Chris honey you have been in there a really long time are you all right?" He closes his eyes and hopes she will go away. "Chris I know you are in here."

"Please go away," he whispers to himself.

"Christopher Elliot Keller! Answer me when I am speaking to you." Still no response. "That is it mister I am coming in there." She opens the door and enters the small bathroom. "Christopher why is it so steam…" She stopped in mid sentence when she saw her son. He was sitting with in the tub scrubbing his right leg. Blood was flowing from parts of his body that had been scrubbed raw and his black was beginning to blister from the hot water hitting it. "Dear god Chris. What is wrong? Why are you bleeding?"

"I am dirty. I need to get clean. I need to wash it all off of me."

Concern flashed in her eyes ad she looked over her frighten and bleeding son. "Sweetheart what are you talking about?" She softly placed her hand on his back but quickly pulled it back when she felt how hot it was and Chris flinch. "Come on honey lets get you out of the tub." She turned off the water and walked over to the linen closest to get a towel. "Come on Chris honey. Stand up." She gently placed the towel over his shoulder nothing the tremor that it sent through his body. "Sit down sweetheart. Now what is going on? Why did you need to get clean?"

"I don't want to talk about it," he said barely above a whisper.

"Something is wrong and I cannot help you unless you tell me what it is. And it is obvious that you need help."

"It's dad. He um… he…"

"What did he do sweetheart?" Chris motioned for his mother to move closer. When she did he whispered in to her. A look of horror spread over her face. "What the hell? That is horrible. I cannot believe that you would say such a thing."

"What?"

"I cannot believe you would say such atrocious lies about your father. He is a good man and he would never hurt anything let alone do what you said he did. You fucking piece of shit liar."

Tear began to run down Chris' cheek as he talked. "I' not lying mother. He did that to me."

A hand connected with the side of his face. Knocking him off of the toilet, causing his head to hit the side of the sink and start to bleed. "I want you out of my house."

Chris' eyes went huge. "What?"

"You heard me. I want you out of my house. Now. I will not have a faggot liar under my room. Now get dressed and get the fuck out of my house or I will throw you out."

"Chris! Chris!"

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You mom told me want you said."

"Yeah so? It is not like she believed me."

"Yeah I know. She told me that you were trying to make me look bad."

"So what do you want?"

"Just because she did not believe doesn't mean that no one else will."

"So?"

"I cannot have you going around telling such lies about me. I have a reputation to protect."

"Lies? LIES! You know it is the truth. Why would I tell anyone else? My own mother did not believe. What makes you think anyone else will."

"I am not willing to take that risk. I need to shut you up for good."

"What do you...?" A crowbar crashed in to the back of Christopher's head finishing his sentence for him.

"Chris… CHRIS?" A hand landed on his shoulder and began to shake him.

"Huh. What Sister?"

"Are you going to answer my question or not?"

"Yeah what was it again?"

"I said how was you childhood?"

"It was fine. Nothing much really happened."