I wake to the sound of my alarm clock beeping its annoying tone like always. I move my arm to cut it off, but instantly regret it. Pain shots up my arm and I wince but keep moving till I turn the alarm turns off. I get off my bed not to fast because the scars from last night still didn't heal up yet.

My name is Tobias James Eaton. I was born and raised in Chicago, I have no friends, no mother, no father. Well my father is alive but why would I call somebody a father when they filled my back with scars, put bruises all over my body, forces me to clean the house and cook breakfast and dinner, locks me in a closet, never pays attention unless he's giving me a 'lesson', and leaves for god knows how long, and comes home drunk . night.

It wasn't always like this, just after my mom died. I was only five at the time so I cried and cried, When the funeral was over Marcus, my so-called father, and I went back home. He told me he was going to teach me a lesson, he told me to take my shirt off and turn around, I being the good little selfless boy obeyed like I was taught. Once I turned around he unbuckle his belt and whipped me exactly four times. That has been the lowest he's ever whipped me.

After that, he started getting more creative, more whippings, beats me, locks me in a small storage closet, makes me starve near to death. Anything you can think about, he's done it.

I limb towards the bathroom and turn on the shower to highest point of hotness. I climb in and the pain makes me want to scream out but I don't know if Marcus is here or not so I bite the inside of my cheek and dig my nails into my palm. After a minute or two the pain numbs down and it's quite soothing the pain away. I start to wash my body with the same thought going through my head.

"Today is the first day, at yet another new school." I say aloud to myself. I clean up the best I can on my back and once satisfied I turn off the water and dry off. I wrap my back up which I have gotten better doing it by myself.

Its been a total of thirteen years since he started abusing me. I walk back into my room and towards my closet, I decided on the usual, a black t-shirt with light black pants and my black skater shoes. I grab my book bag and Master card before I leave. I stop at my bed side and hold up the picture of my mom.

"Okay mom, this time I'll be sure to make friends and keep my mask on tight, for you." I place the picture back on my bed side and walked towards the kitchen. I see a note on the counter and already know it's from Marcus.

Dear you little piece of shit,

I'll be gone on a business trip for about a month or two,

I left 2,000 dollars on your card to take care of your pathetic self.

If I come home to see you haven't been keeping this house clean

Then I wouldn't be a happy father would I?

Marcus

Wow, Thanks 'dad'. I throw away the paper and grab an apple. I make my way towards my pick up truck, hop in, and drive to my new life.

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