Lifes Horrors -- Radin's Past Experiences
#5 of The Time of My Life Story Series Season 1 (Original)
Extra Flashback from the quote in Chapter 3:
Quote:
I said back, "my parents don't know that I am bi, and I saw how they reacted when they heard that I was temporarely attracted to guys."
Flashback:(this did not actually happen, this is part of Radin's past)
Time: 6:50pm Date: 1/7/2000
I was on the phone with a friend of mine and I get a yell from my parents to come into the living room. They had an calm expression on their faces and said, "why do you think your gay?" I told them that I like that way guys are and how they look and it makes me feel attracted to them. My mom came over to me calmly and slapped the hell out of my face. I was ducking from her slaps and she pulled away. I gave her a glare, and she kicked me in the shin. I yelped and she put my hands behind my back a pushed me into the wall and said, "why are you such a fucking faggot?!?!" I pushed her away and slapped her in the arm and tried to run away. My dad stopped my in my tracks but I pushed through him running to my room, hiding under the blankets while cowering with fear. My mom pulled the blankets off of me and got on top of me in the bed. She put her hands at my throat, choking me insensibly. I begged for her to stop but she went harder. She screamed at me, "ARE YOU GAY OR NOT!?!?!?!?" I screamed no at her and then said, "please stop, you're choking me!!!" She then said as she got off of me, "yeah, you better choke." Then she stomped out of my room slamming the door behind her.
I calmly but slowly got out of my bed a went into the bathroom and went and looked at my face. I was covered in cuts and bruises but they did'nt hurt that much. I turned on the shower and let the water warm up. I took my clothes off and let the water wash over my scales. But then, the images played again in my mind as I could hear my mom yelling throughout the house, and then I broke down, crying like I had never cried before. I did'nt know what to do. I just had my heart broken by my mom's anger and my life has just been scarred. Then I thought of a plan. "NO ONE is pushing me around anymore. I they want to fight, I will beat their asses to the dust."
I got out of the shower and dried off and got some clothes on. I went to the kitchen and ended up getting yelled at again. I finally said when she stopped yelling, "listen you little bitch, you may be my mother, but NO ONE treats me that way." I went to her and said, "you ever do that again, I will personally hurt you in ways you thought impossible." She slapped me hard, but I slapped her harder making her fall to the ground. "That is what you get" I said to her laughing. She grabbed my legs and dragged me to her room and punched me in the face. I ran out of her room into mine closing the door. I was panting and scared but relieved when I heard her get into her bed.
THE NEXT MORNING... Time: 7:17am Date: 1/8/2000
I woke up with the sound of banging and yelling coming from BOTH of my parents, screaming and yelling like never before. My dad then came into the room and sat down on my bed and calmly said, "your mother is very mad right now, but I will not fight you. I dont want you getting fueled up again so I will leave. Get up and get dressed and come out so we can talk. I did not like the sound of that. This "talk" was going to be VERY tough. I slowly walked out to see my mom giving me a death glare and my dad calmly motioning me to sit down. He asked, "are you gay or not???" I answered no and my mom started off in a rampage of telling me that I was the worst son ever and that she wished she never even gave birth to me. That pushed me too far...I went over to her and slapped her to the point of no return and my dad put me in a headlock position. I looked at him, but he was'nt staring at me, he was at my mom, telling her to calm down. She came over and slapped me across the face, leaving a hand mark on my face. I could'nt take it anymore, so I elbowed my dad in the chest and ran to the front door, opening it and running out of the door, down the street to the nearby park where I stopped and passed out. I woke up in a daze and checked the time on my phone. I was out for 45 minutes, and I wanted to go home, but I wanted to live so I did'nt. I stayed at the park for over 5 hours, and then a message popped up on my phone. It was my dad, telling me that I needed to come home for some lunch. I slowly got up and walked back, sobbing while walking past a few neighbors doing some yard work. They stared at me in a worried way and I just ignored them. I walked up to the front door and rung the door bell. My mom answered and calmly open the door and I walked in to the kitchen where I smelled ham sandwiches. I went and got one and sat at the table and started eating it. I ate it and then cried trying to figure out what to do.
A FEW HOURS LATER...
I went to my room and played some video games and looked at the clock. It was 4:30pm and I almost forgot to ask my friend if he wanted to spend the night. I called him and we talked and he said it was alright. I went and asked my parents and they said, "we will see." I hung up the phone and went back to sleep. I woke up around 7pm with more yelling, so I went to the kitchen and asked what my parents were yelling about. I made the mistake of asking and I got slapped yet again and I just broke down crying and when they reached for me I ran out of the door again going to the park again. They sent me a text saying that I beeter come home or they will destroy all of my games. I cried out loud in the park, sobbing beyond belief.
About two and a half hours later I got a call. It was my mom and I picked it up. "What do you want mom? Do you want to torture me some more or do you want me to spend the night here?" She calmly said that my firend was coming for a sleepover and she wanted me to come home. I regrettingly did'nt come home, telling her I never want to see her again. She apoligized numerous times and told me, " I will never hurt you like that again." I cried but told her I was coming back. I walked down the street and came up to my house. I rung the doorbell and my mom answered, this time hugging me. I went into the dining room to wait for my friend to come over. A few minutes later, my friend showed up and we had a late night sleepover that night.
END OF STORY