Chapter 3 – Mental Abuse
It had been two weeks since the first beating and I had never being so scared, but one thing I was proud of was school.
This might be hard to believe but I wasn't always how I am now in fact I was a model student who never caused trouble and got brilliant grades.
Dynasty was in her first year of high school I was in year 5 and Kacey was in year 3 and we went to a local school in Liverpool.
I loved school I had a lot of friends but not because I caused trouble and on this particular day we were getting the grades back for work we had submitted that is going towards our SATS.
My teacher was called Miss Bamber and I loved her as she was very supportive, and when she handed me my work back I had got a 4 which is the highest grade there is and I was chuffed and knew I could make something of my life.
At the end of school I went to meet my sister to walk home (we lived up the street) and I showed her my grade whilst we were walking and playing football
'That's brill Baz'
We walked in through the front door and were surprised to see mum wasn't in
'She has gone out with a few friends' said dad whilst hugging Kace who then went upstairs to her room to watch 'the match'.
I thought dad picked on me because I annoyed him so showing him my work which was such a good grade should have made him happy.
'What's this?'
'I got the top grade dad'
He put his bottle of beer down and began reading it
'This is crappe and I don't know why you got that mark you're spelling is awful'
'They weren't really looking at the spelling'
He then did something that would change me forever. He ripped it up and threw it at me.
From that day on I could never get happy about a grade again and started to not even try at school or put the effort in as I knew even if my work was oxford standard it would not have been good enough.
My grades dropped drastically in a short space of time but this would only make dad angrier I just couldn't win with him.