Well like every day, this day was horrible for me. I shouldn't have said anything about wanting to be a cop, maybe they're right, maybe I am too much of a cry baby to do anything. The worse thing is when most children have a bad day at school, they can forget all about it at home. I wish my dad loved me, I wish he gave me hugs and kisses, I wish he played with me, I wish he listened to me and tucked me in bed.
Unfortunately, that's not the case, when I get home I know my dad will either beat me or ignore me, and act like I don't even exist. I make the wall back home and my feet are sore. I can feel I have blisters on them now.
When I arrived at my house, my dad was sitting on the chair, he had an empty beer can in his paw.
"Son Get here" he growled.
I gulped and went to him; my whole body was shaking from my head to my toes.
"Uh y y yes d dad?" I stammered.
"Go to the shops, and buy me some more beer, my friends are coming over today, to watch the match" he spoke in a harsh tone.
"Uh b b but d dad, t they w won't serve me, I'm just a child" I tried to explain to him.
He stood up his face red as fire and grabbed me by my shirt. "Listen here brat, I told you to go the shops and buy beers, now here's 20 zoo dollars, now get out. If you don't come back with beers you'll be in trouble."
So, I walked to our nearest shop went inside and went up to the owner who was a hippo.
"Hello young man can I help you?" he asked in a polite tone.
I sighed I knew he wouldn't serve me, but I decided to ask anyway.
"Uh my dad wants some beer" I tell him "But he couldn't come here, uh because he has a bad leg" I lie.
"I'm sorry son, but I can't serve you, even if it is for your dad" he explains to me.
"Can't you just serve me? I won't tell anyone." I say nearly in tears, because I know what will happen if I go back with no beers.
But the hippo simply shakes his head. "No, sorry we have cameras if I'm caught selling beers to a child, I could get in serious trouble."
I sigh in defeat "Well ok" I say as I leave the shop.
'Oh, my dad is going to kill me.'
I come back home and my dad is waiting for me. He now also has his friends a tiger and a bear over, but he will still hurt me, his friends will hurt me too. it's happened before.
"Well where's the beers?" he asked.
"uh t they w wouldn't s serve m me, because I'm a child"
He growled and pushed me on the floor. I winced in pain waiting for the hits to come.
But the thing is the hits didn't come. My dad turned around and walked away. I tried to get up but my dad's friends held me down by my arms. I struggled to get free. But my attempts were futile. They simply chuckled at me.
Then my dad came back with his paws behind his back. He was smirking evilly. My eye's widened in fear. He then revealed what he is holding, it was a muzzle.
I burst into tears at that moment "No dad, please I'm sorry." I begged.
My dad paid no attention to my words, he simply slipped the muzzle over my head. I looked up at them in shock. I was used to beatings, but this? This was a thousand times worse. It was humiliating. My dad and his friends took great pleasure in laughing at me and mocking me.
After my dad's friends let me go, I raced out of the front door I had no intention of ever going back. I didn't think even my father would go as far as muzzle me.
I will never go back to him never.
Thanks for reading Cody will meet Nick and Judy next time, so let's hope they can help.
