Why wouldn't they love him, why did they have to be so mean? He remembered how happy other families looked when he had stared longingly through house windows on Christmas morning. Other children didn't suffer through this, other children's parents didn't do this to their children so why him? It was because he was a freak wasn't it, or at least that's the reason his parents gave him. They told him he was a freak, that he was the son of Satan because of his eyes and freakishly white hair and skin, his parents said they hated him and that's why they hurt him and his mother always said she should have got rid of him before birth. Even at such a young age Otis hated himself he hated the way he looked, why did he have to look so different he hated himself for it; if he just looked normal then maybe his parents would love him. They hated him that much they hadn't even bothered to name him.
Otis usually endured whatever abuse they gave him with little protest, he always tried to make as little noise and complain as little as possible and he did whatever they told him too. His reasoning was that if he was obedient and compliant and protested as little as possible then there was a possibility that they would love him, because that was what could little boys were right? This made Otis hate himself more why hadn't he fought more, protested more tried to get away sooner? He hated himself so much that he had put up with it willingly for so long. The very thought disgusted himself, but all the little boy had wanted was to survive and be loved but the adult Otis despised his younger self for it.
The young barely teenage Otis stared wide eyed at his parents, shivering and shaking from fear.
"Come here boy!" His father ordered pointing to the part of the bed next to him, Otis knew better than to protest it only caused him to get hurt more and if he was obedient then one day his parents may love him. Trying not to sob Otis crawled across the bed towards his father; where his father roughly grabbed hold of him and shoved him face down into the sheets before quickly pulling down Otis's trousers. As much as he tried he couldn't stop the little whimper escape as his father roughly entered him. His mom laughed.
"Ha he always does that would think he'd be used to it by now" She laughed.
"Yeah whiney little bitch" His father agreed. "Yeah you like this don't ya don't ya you little bitch" His father panted as Otis bit his bottom lip and fisted his bed sheets to stop himself from screaming. It hurt, it hurt so much he thought he'd pass out but he whimpered and nodded his head.
"Yeah, yeah I know you do little bitch" His father groaned.
Next came the most embarrassing part the most awful thing about the whole situation and the shame that came with it. Otis groaned and whimpered as his groin got hard and he covered the sheet underneath him with his cum.
"Yeah fucking new you were enjoying it" His father groaned that's when he got harder and faster, Otis screwed his eyes closed and tried not to retch as he heard his dad cum. Once his parents had left her curled up into a ball and cried, he hated himself for putting up with this, for being so obedient and he hated how his body reacted to it. Maybe he did enjoy it after all, after all isn't that what happens when you enjoy it? After all his father did this to him but it was only his mother that hit him and beat him to a pulp, maybe if he just had a dad he wouldn't get any beatings a part of him wished he could do the same for the mother then maybe she wouldn't hit him at all.
Otis's mom got most of her kicks from watching Otis suffer but after a while she got tired of it. Physically abusing her son and making him suffer was fun and all but his father got other types of enjoyment out of him. So if his father used him to scratch the itch that he had why couldn't she?
No he couldn't tell her, he could never tell her. She would surely leave him Otis thought walking around outside agitated after he'd walked out, embarrassed and ashamed of being caught having the nightmare. He vowed never to tell her she would defiantly leave once she knew, she would think he was vile and disgusting the same as he did.
Once he'd cleared out his mind the best he could he went to return to bed. He loved that time of day when he could hold his girl close, how many times in his childhood had he wished for someone to love him? Too many times to count, he loved it when Alice held him close to her he was a stickler for affection being deprived of it for so long.
As Alice was asleep he rummaged through draws to find his art book, when suddenly a small leather back note book fell onto the floor. He frowned he'd never seen this book before it certainly wasn't one of his. He picked it up and opened it The Case Study Of Mr. Otis. Driftwood it read. 'What the fuck' Otis growled taking it downstairs where he could read it in peace without the risk of waking up Alice. He lay back in his arm chair and switched on a lamp and began to read in the darkness.
Chapter one – The Five Psychosexual Stages
Due to Otis's desire to feel love and affection the possibility is that Otis became fixated on the Oral stage of his Five psychosexual stages, Freud suggests that a possible fixation with this stage is an easy explanation for Otis's high drinking levels.
Otis shows a clear example in his personality of anal – retentive personality in which the subject shows stringent, orderly, rigid, and obsessive personality traits. However Otis disproves the fraud theory that a fixation in the anal stage creates a creative personality as due to his abusive childhood the possibility of praise and rewards during his potty training period is unlikely.
As all boys do it is a possibility that Otis had an Oedipus complex during the phallic stage of his five psychosexual stages. These are the feelings of wanting to possess the mother and replace the father. Excluding the abuse that Otis suffered it is possible that the other reason why Otis feared his father was that he was feeling castration anxiety the fear that his father would seriously punish him for trying to win his mothers affections and try to win the place as head of the household.
Otis's ID, Ego and Superego
Mr. Otis. Driftwood has an uncontrollable ID; the ID is the source of our bodily needs, wants, desires, and impulses, particularly our sexual and aggressive drives. His ego will instantly rationalise and create a realistic way to act out the ID's desires with no concept of social normality or taboos. His ID overrides his underactive superego which fails to punish the ID and Ego for carrying out the desires with feelings of guilt and regret.
Otis's heart pounded at the Oedipus complex what did she know about that? All this time had she been playing dumb about his childhood moment that he refused to tell her? Had she known all along? He began to feel sick if she did know there was no way she would stick around very long. But she was still here so maybe she didn't know after all and if she did maybe she wasn't bothered about it, maybe she still loved him all the same.
Otis growled and threw the book on the floor in anger. What the hell was this? He was a case study? What the fuck all this time she had been psychoanalysing him like some kind of lab rat? He grabbed the book and stormed upstairs to confront Alice about what he had found.
