Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I stayed on my knees as memory after memory flooded into my head. I was Human once, living in a broken home. Memories of my dad, my mom and myself came flooding through. I was an only child, no brothers, no sisters. I saw my mom and dad fighting, often. Broken furniture, broken dishes, the belt that was used on me when I misbehaved, as children often do.

The pain, the scars, the nights I cried myself to sleep while my parents fought outside my bedroom door. Memories flooded in of my mother locking us in my bedroom telling me to hide, while my father kicked my door down to get to her, and inevitably me.

Memories of the alcohol and drugs, the missed birthdays and Christmases, me getting older but nothing getting better. I was about 15 now, and my father had hit my mother for the last time. I stood up for her and I must have blacked out… I couldn’t stop myself.

All the pent-up anger and rage I had been building for all those years was taken out on this man. The next memory w