Dear Stupid Diary

by Sugar Free Bear

After being in one too many fights on or off the ice, Tobias is suspended from his high school hockey team and required to go to therapy. The therapist discovers that Marcus abuses Tobias and sends him into foster care where he is given a journal that will be used therapeutically and as evidence against Marcus in the trial. Will he recover from his traumatic childhood

1. Entry 1 and Statement

Day 1 Saturday

She handed me this journal and said gently, "You either have to write a statement down or you have to testify in court and see him as you speak" I chose to write, but I do not want to. I do not want to tell you that once my mother died my father took a turn for the worse. He used to be strict, old fashioned, heavy handed, but for the most part fair, I guess. At least I knew what to expect back then. He was probably abusive back then too, but I view those as the years he went easy on me.

My foster mom Johana told me that writing can be a type of therapy, but I still think this is stupid. My therapist and her are the only ones who will read the journal, unless I specify otherwise. All I know is if my father wins this case and regains custody of me, he will probably kill me and not in a "my parents are gonna kill me, but really the kid is grounded for the weekend" kill me kind of way, but in a he will push me down and hit me until I can no longer breathe, until I let the darkness take me and I won't wake up in a closet this time because I wont wake up at all.

This is why I write, to strengthen the case against him, because I am so damn afraid of what will happen if we lose.

Here goes nothing

My name is Tobias Eaton and I swear to tell the whole truth so help me God. I am 14 years old and as long as I could remember I was abused by my father Marcus Eaton. When I was little he would spank me for minor offences and beat me for major ones. My mother could sometimes talk him down, but then she died and I was the only one to take his rage out on. I was eight years old when she died. Every disappointment was met with a mixture of my father's belt and harsh words. By ten I wondered if he forgot my name was Tobias and thought it was "Worthless Son of a Bitch." At eleven he signed me up for little league hockey and I was a natural enforcer among other things. He used that to his advantage. Due to my skill I was moved to the teen league and got into fights on the ice giving my father a new excuse for my injuries. He told people the black eye that he gave me the night before was actually from a hockey fight or even a neighborhood fight. These fights made my school league concerned and sent me to a therapist, who got me to eventually tell the truth. My dad hits me and I am deathly afraid of him.

Well that is my statement, I will type it up, sign it and turn it in as evidence.

AN Well here is the first chapter for a story that has been in my head for a while. I hope I do the story in my mind justice as i tell it on here. I will try to update daily as if it were a journal written in daily, but once school starts back up I will be swamped. Well that is all for now. Tell me what you think and if you like hockey what is your NHL team.