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The Beast

THE BEAST

She was five years old and she knew her Dad was going to find her. She didn’t believe she did anything wrong but you couldn’t persuade him when his temper turned into a bear. She knew he was going to spank her, he always did. She hated it and was tempering on hating him too. She heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway like a hammer to her heart.

“Come out, come out wherever you are. You know I will find you little evil one.”

She was cowering between her bed and her dresser as if it was the fortress that would protect her from the demon beast that was about to be upon her. Her bedroom door flung open with a thud and there stood a beast with a dark beard of scraggly hair and eyes so red from anger.

She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut so hard they burned like getting soap in your eyes. She felt him yank her arm and her body went flying towards the bed.

“No Daddy, No! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He opened his mouth and all she heard was hatred flowing from it like a freight train.

“Oh little evil one. You were born evil and you will die evil. I am only punishing you for your presence. I can’t stand to look at you with your sweet little face and knowing that you are pure evil.”

She didn’t understand what she did wrong this time. She just knew that he was terribly angry and she was going to be his outlet for the using. He demanded that she listen to him and shaking she did what he said to do. She got down off the bed and grabbed her ankles. She heard the belt hit her bottom with a loud snap and felt it like a knife.

“Please Daddy, don’t hurt me!”

She cried and cried begging him to stop but he never heard her.

It lasted all of two minutes but she could have sworn that half her life had gone away. She was glad when he stomped out of the bedroom and down the hallway. She was safe for the moment, until the next time he was full of madness. She went back to cowering between the bed and the mattress praying to God that he would save her from this horrible place and this horrible man that was supposed to love and cherish her.

 

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Progress. Slow as it may be.

Going back over my novel before I even finish it because its not where I want it to be. It can totally be better than what it is so I am expanding it where I see that I let it fall short. After two hours I’m only at 7 pages of 86. I can tell this is not going to be an easy journey but the worthwhile stuff never is.!!

The Beast 2.0

I updated this story with feedback from my writing class. I have no idea why I felt I needed to write this story but it makes me cry. I believe it portrays child abuse in its most extreme ways. Something I have come into contact with as a child and also that I wish we didn’t have on this Earth.

 

THE BEAST 2.0

She was five years old and had seen so much hate in her little lifetime. She had watched while her father, in a fit of anger, strangled her mother because she had made him mad. She didn’t understand why her Daddy was so mean to everybody. She didn’t understand why she was still here in this dark, scary house with him. He rarely fed her any food or gave her anything to drink. She snuck it when absolutely necessary out of the bathroom sink when he was napping in his ragged chair in the front room. The whole house smelled. There was the smell of pee mixed with the empty or half empty cans of beer her Daddy left lying all around the house. Trash was scattered all over the floors, in the hallways and the rooms. Lots of nights after he passed out from his drinking, she would go into the filthy kitchen with the sticky floors on her dirty bare feet to dig in the trash for scraps of food. She didn’t know anything else.

One night he caught her digging in the trash and he went crazy. Yelling and throwing things around her in the kitchen. She took off running on her little dirty feet down the hallway to her room in the only effort she knew to get away from him. She was young and didn’t understand she was boxing herself in.

“ELIZABETH!! YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY FROM ME! I WILL FIND YOU, YOU LITTLE DIRTY EVIL GIRL!”

She knew her Daddy was going to find her but she ran anyway. She didn’t believe that she done anything wrong but you couldn’t make him understand when his temper made him turn into a black, scraggly grizzly bear whose territory had been invaded. She knew he was going to spank her or beat her with his mean belt. He always did. It seemed like it happened every day. She hated it and she was close to hating him too, even if he was her Daddy. She hoped one day someone would come and save her from him and his punishments.

She heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway like a hammer to her heart. Every BOOM made him closer to her only fortress and she wished she had a drawbridge she could make her guards roll up like in the fairytales.

“COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE ELIZABETH. YOU KNOW THAT I WILL FIND YOU LITTLE EVIL DIRTY ONE.”

More BOOMS bringing him closer to her doorway. Three, Two, One. Her bedroom door flung open with a loud thud against the wall and there he stood looking like a beast with a dark beard of scraggly hair and eyes so red from his apparent anger. He was glaring at her from the doorway with his evil scary eyes practically bulging out of his face.

She was cowering between her bed and her dresser as if it was the fortress that would protect her from the demon beast that was about to be upon her. In his hand he held the Evil Belt. It was black worn leather from all the use on her tiny body and it had been updated with small metal spikes, about ¼” long.

“THIS TIME LITTLE EVIL ONE IT WILL NOT BE NICE. IT WILL BE PAINFUL SO YOU KNOW NEVER TO DO THAT AGAIN!”

“No Daddy, No! I didn’t do anything wrong!” she said in her meek little voice from being refused water.

He walked forward into the room snapping the belt as he came each step closer. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.

She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut so hard that they burned like when you got soap in your eyes. She felt him yank her arm with his heavy arm and her tiny little body went flying in the air towards the bed. She landed on the hard surface and attempted to scramble to the head of the bed. He grabbed her foot as he spoke.

He opened his mouth and all she heard was hatred flowing from it like a freight train.

“OH LITTLE EVIL ONE. YOU WERE BORN EVIL AND YOU WILL DIE EVIL, JUST NOT TODAY. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT YOU WITH YOUR SWEET LITTLE SO-CALLED INNOCENT FACE KNOWING YOU ARE EVIL.”

Elizabeth didn’t understand what she did wrong this time. She was so hungry she had no choice but to go to the trash. It had been days since she had eaten anything. She knew that he was terribly angry with her and she was going to be his outlet for the using.

“GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND GRAB YOUR ANKLES ELIZABETH TO BE READY FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT.”

With crocodile tears pouring from her eyes that took no effect on him she was shaking as she did what he said to do. She slinked off the bed and grabbed her ankles. She heard the belt hit her bottom with a loud SNAP and felt it like a knife had been shoved into her bottom. She yelped from the sting and the pain and felt the hot wetness run down the back of her legs. At first she thought that the sting of the belt had made her wet herself, but when she cracked her eyelids open and looked at her ankles there was a redness pooling. Her blood had made its way from her bottom down her little legs to her feet.

“Please Daddy, don’t hurt me!” she cried.

SNAP. SLICE. SNAP. SLICE. SNAP. SLICE. SNAP. SLICE.

The blood was in a bigger pool at her feet. Her Daddy had never been so evil in all her life. She didn’t know how she was going to survive this.

She cried and cried begging him to stop but he never seemed hear her. It’s as if her voice was deaf to his ears. She was devastated that her Daddy could do this to her. She tried to be good and stay out of his way. Tried to keep to herself.

It lasted all of two minutes but she could have sworn that half her life had gone away. She was relieved when she heard him stomp his feet out of her bedroom. She took her first ragged breath as she heard the BOOM BOOM BOOM down the hallway. He was gone for now and she hoped she could feel better before he came back.

She was safe in her fortress for the moment, until the next time he was full of madness and couldn’t contain himself. She crawled back to her space between the bed and the dresser where she could pray to God that he would save her from this horrible place and this horrible man that was supposed to love and cherish her. She fell asleep cowering in her little space and her blood crusted up on her clothes. While she slept her Daddy was again snoring in his ratted chair in the front room as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Brick Wall

so as an author what do you do to get past the brick wall? It’s not exactly writer’s block but you just can’t bring yourself to put more words on the page. I think for me the reason it happened is that I let life get in the way of my writing. I quit taking the time everyday to just write down a couple of sentences. I put myself under such immense pressure to finish my first book without having any tools at my disposal to make sure that I succeeded. I have a bunch of tools now when I’m over halfway done with my first book and I am glad to have them. I have people, fellow writers, classes, books etc. Now it’s just disciplining myself to stop allowing things to get in the way of something that I want very much. So for those of you who have liked my page, thanks for being here to cheer me on and I will do the same for you:)

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