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Warnings: Rated R for Bad language and Child Abuse. If this sort of thing bothers you don't read.
Chapter 3 – Out of the Frying Pan; Into the Fire
Maurice was sitting in a hard office chair when his Dad came out of the door to Mr. Seaver's office. He just had to look at his father to tell that he was really mad. He knew his mother wouldn't be here, she was probably still recovering from the beating his dad had given her last night. Maurice suddenly got scared all over again. He was trying to figure out a way to get himself out of this mess but he knew it was hopeless. Johnnie had told the Principal that Maurice had thrown the first punch. Which he did and admitted to, but nobody seemed to care that he was only trying to defend Vinnie. His dad didn't seem to believe anything that came out of his mouth anyway.
His Dad grabbed him by the shirt and stood him up. 'How many times have I been grabbed and pushed around today?' Maurice thought himself. He noticed he was sore, but the guys really hadn't done that much damage it just looked like they had. His face was bruised and swollen and his clothes were muddy and torn. He knew the damage would be much worse once his Dad got him home.
"Thank you, Mr. Seaver," Maurice heard his Dad saying. "We'll deal with this problem ourselves."
"Your welcome, and remember he is suspended for ten days for fighting. Hopefully he has learned his lesson." Mr. Seaver said as Maurice cringed. 'Ten days at home. What a Nightmare!'
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The ride home was quiet. His Dad just kept looking into the back seat and frowning. 'Yeah he's probably trying to plan out his beatings for the next ten days,' Maurice thought as he turned to stare out the window. Before long, they reached their house.
"Get your ass cleaned up and go to your room. And you better stay there until I call for you," His dad barked.
Maurice quickly went to follow his dad's orders. 'I'm definitely in trouble now.'
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It wasn't long after a bath and a change of clothes that his dad came into the room.
"What the hell happened this time?" His dad asked.
"Well Dad I was just sitting at lunch when Johnnie and his friends began pounding on Vinnie, I went to help him when they started pounding on me." Maurice tried to explain.
"Well, you're a fucking idiot to try to take a beating for another guy," His dad argued. "Now sit in here and be quiet while I discuss your punishment with your mother.
Without waiting for a reply, his dad walked out slamming the door behind him.
A few minutes later Maurice heard yelling down the hall. 'Great Mom and Dad are fighting again.' Maurice determined. He then heard the very familiar sound of skin on skin as his dad slapped his mom. "Well I'm in trouble anyway" Maurice said out loud as he opened his bedroom door and headed toward the kitchen and the source of the sounds. He passed Mikey's room and of course he had on his headphones drowning out the sounds. Mikey was never one to interfere with one of mom and dad's "prizefights".
He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother holding her left hand on her already bruised cheek. Dad had a hold of her right wrist. His Dad had his back to Maurice and was saying something to her in a low tone.
"Let her go Dad!" Maurice shouted.
His dad spun around mad as fire. "What the hell are you doing out of your room? Didn't I tell you to keep your ass there?"
"Uh…Yes" Maurice started, "but…uh…you're hurting her." He was definitely losing his nerve quickly.
"Oh, that's right. You are the one who loves to take beatings for other people. Well this is your lucky day. How about I let you take a beating for your mother." His dad sneered.
His dad quickly crossed the room to where Maurice was standing and back- handed him across the cheek. Maurice's cheek, already sore from before, was now really stinging. His lip also had started bleeding again.
"Stop Dad Please" Maurice pleaded, but his dad didn't even slow down. Blows began raining down. His face, his stomach, his back, it didn't matter where, his dad hit it. Maurice was now on the floor curled in a fetal position trying to protect himself. 'He's going to kill me' He then heard his dad taking off his belt. It didn't take long before he felt the first slash across his shoulder and back. His earlier mantra that had gotten him through the bullies' beatings was thrown out the door, he began crying. It wasn't long until unconsciousness finally reached him.
Warnings: Rated R for Bad language and Child Abuse. If this sort of thing bothers you don't read.
Chapter 3 – Out of the Frying Pan; Into the Fire
Maurice was sitting in a hard office chair when his Dad came out of the door to Mr. Seaver's office. He just had to look at his father to tell that he was really mad. He knew his mother wouldn't be here, she was probably still recovering from the beating his dad had given her last night. Maurice suddenly got scared all over again. He was trying to figure out a way to get himself out of this mess but he knew it was hopeless. Johnnie had told the Principal that Maurice had thrown the first punch. Which he did and admitted to, but nobody seemed to care that he was only trying to defend Vinnie. His dad didn't seem to believe anything that came out of his mouth anyway.
His Dad grabbed him by the shirt and stood him up. 'How many times have I been grabbed and pushed around today?' Maurice thought himself. He noticed he was sore, but the guys really hadn't done that much damage it just looked like they had. His face was bruised and swollen and his clothes were muddy and torn. He knew the damage would be much worse once his Dad got him home.
"Thank you, Mr. Seaver," Maurice heard his Dad saying. "We'll deal with this problem ourselves."
"Your welcome, and remember he is suspended for ten days for fighting. Hopefully he has learned his lesson." Mr. Seaver said as Maurice cringed. 'Ten days at home. What a Nightmare!'
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The ride home was quiet. His Dad just kept looking into the back seat and frowning. 'Yeah he's probably trying to plan out his beatings for the next ten days,' Maurice thought as he turned to stare out the window. Before long, they reached their house.
"Get your ass cleaned up and go to your room. And you better stay there until I call for you," His dad barked.
Maurice quickly went to follow his dad's orders. 'I'm definitely in trouble now.'
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It wasn't long after a bath and a change of clothes that his dad came into the room.
"What the hell happened this time?" His dad asked.
"Well Dad I was just sitting at lunch when Johnnie and his friends began pounding on Vinnie, I went to help him when they started pounding on me." Maurice tried to explain.
"Well, you're a fucking idiot to try to take a beating for another guy," His dad argued. "Now sit in here and be quiet while I discuss your punishment with your mother.
Without waiting for a reply, his dad walked out slamming the door behind him.
A few minutes later Maurice heard yelling down the hall. 'Great Mom and Dad are fighting again.' Maurice determined. He then heard the very familiar sound of skin on skin as his dad slapped his mom. "Well I'm in trouble anyway" Maurice said out loud as he opened his bedroom door and headed toward the kitchen and the source of the sounds. He passed Mikey's room and of course he had on his headphones drowning out the sounds. Mikey was never one to interfere with one of mom and dad's "prizefights".
He walked into the kitchen and saw his mother holding her left hand on her already bruised cheek. Dad had a hold of her right wrist. His Dad had his back to Maurice and was saying something to her in a low tone.
"Let her go Dad!" Maurice shouted.
His dad spun around mad as fire. "What the hell are you doing out of your room? Didn't I tell you to keep your ass there?"
"Uh…Yes" Maurice started, "but…uh…you're hurting her." He was definitely losing his nerve quickly.
"Oh, that's right. You are the one who loves to take beatings for other people. Well this is your lucky day. How about I let you take a beating for your mother." His dad sneered.
His dad quickly crossed the room to where Maurice was standing and back- handed him across the cheek. Maurice's cheek, already sore from before, was now really stinging. His lip also had started bleeding again.
"Stop Dad Please" Maurice pleaded, but his dad didn't even slow down. Blows began raining down. His face, his stomach, his back, it didn't matter where, his dad hit it. Maurice was now on the floor curled in a fetal position trying to protect himself. 'He's going to kill me' He then heard his dad taking off his belt. It didn't take long before he felt the first slash across his shoulder and back. His earlier mantra that had gotten him through the bullies' beatings was thrown out the door, he began crying. It wasn't long until unconsciousness finally reached him.