Intro

Today was brutal... I was carded at the game. Dad told me I had to get a player out, didn't care who as long as he was scoring goals. It was a cheep shot, really, a shot like the one I executed only comes from years of feeling abuse Turns out the kid I got carded for, was fine and kept going, I'm happy about that. But, If he had stayed down, I probably wouldn't be I'm the position I am.

My father is looming over me as I curl into a ball and focus on,everything but him and the pain. He had been belting me for at least an hour taking short breaks to punch and kick me. All the while saying everything to degrade me into a broken teenager.

"Useless piece of shit! You play like an animal, you get beaten like an animal! You're weak and you'll never be anything better than a punching bag!" Richard Sr. said with each word hitting the boy with the belt and buckle.

I couldn't bring myself to speak, I was trying too hard not to cry. Crying made it worse, he had more things to say to me and it made him angrier. Dry sobs wrack my body and the inside of my cheek starts bleeding from me biting, and chewing it to keep quiet, it was a nasty habit that made pleasent tasks like eating painful. With one last kick to the ribs followed by a sickening crack he left.

I curled into myself until I hear the kitchen chair scrape against the floor and the pop of a bear can. I heard moms soft pitter patter and the creak of the linen closet where our heavily stocked first aid kit was in easy access.

This happened a lot, I messed up, dad got mad, he beat me. Or I succeeded in something my dad did not help with, dad got mad, he beat me. There are a lot of tails that follow this.

Mom walked in and gasped a little rushing to my side with the first aid kit and whispering sweet nothings as she carefully began to treat my injuries. I moaned in pain and she said something about being quiet before dad heard, I settled with crying silently and wishing the pain would go away. So far there was just severe bruising and welts from the belt, a few places mom stitched up from where the buckle snapped me. Finally she reached the one place I was so keen on presenting any pressure to go onto, my ribs. I knew that at best they were cracked in several places. She felt my ribs to see where they were broken none were, three were cracked though. The sudden pressure made me scream, and that called my dad. He came barreling up the stairs wanting blood, yelling in violent drunken words as he crashed through my door and saw my mother. Her eyes grew wide and she stood up backing away slowly knowing that in his drunken state she couldn't do shit.

"THE FUCK YOU DOING WOMAN!? HELPING THE LITTLE FAGGOT HE AINT WORTH SHIT!" He picked up the belt he had discarded next to his son and began hitting him again. "LOOK AT HIM HE LOVES THIS!"

"I don't, I don't, i don't, I don't, I don't..." I began chanting so low that it came out as an incoherent mumble. Tears were streaming down my face and sobs wracked my body jarring my ribs.

"THE LITTLE BITCH NEEDS TO KNOW HIS PLACE! I DIDNT BUY ALL THIS MEDICAL SHIT FOR YOU TO WASTE ON A LOW LIFE SCREW UP LIKE HIM!"

With every word I shrunk into myself knowing that it wouldn't be long before he hit me, he never hits mom, the power he has over her just from never knowing when it will start keeps her in his line. Me though, I'm broken and battered, a punching bag for my father and a stress reliever for the players.

He then moved towards mom she back up. Then in slow motion she tripped smashing her head into the corner of the nightstand and with one final glance at me I saw her eyes fade and left lifeless. That's when I heard the doorbell, and then everything went black.

sorry it's so short, there is no fanfics for this movie and I really wished here were...hope you enjoy!

-Kelsey