“Adolf", my mother screamed, what did you do and why are you smiling like that!? It was the funniest thing I have ever seen, proclaimed Satan...errr my dad. You asshole she yelled, he's bleeding and looks as if his baby strength has just given out. So she picked me up and rushed me to the hospital as fast as her beige ford tempo could take us. (***Note***) My dad went back to watching the game.(***End Note***)
She takes me to the doctor and the doctor said what happened to this baby, it looks as if he had been drug along tied to the back bumper of a car?! He fell down the stairs she told the doctor, if I could of spoke English I would of told that doctor the awful truth...my malicious father pushed me down those stairs, purposefully, if babies could talk I would be a much better person all around I think. Call me spiteful but I know what really happened. So the doctor sewed me up and sent me back home to the devil himself, where I would spend the next three months plotting my revenge...(fade to black) In big black letters across a white screen (6 months later)...
I’m in my crib, laid down for my afternoon nap, on a 4th of July gathering at my home as I drift off to sleep in my dream I’m some form of super baby taking on monsters from such movies as Gremlins and Poltergiest. (My dad made me sit through these movies cause they’d lessen my fear in the future.) Asshole…anyways so I’m fighting the gremlin with the Mohawk when I start running away and fall off a cliff. I’m falling to my death hitting branches and jagged rocks all the way down when all of a sudden I look back and there the gremlin is when all of a sudden chomp the bastard bites my arm, which is about the same time I wake up and realize I’m on the ground, looking up my at my crib, I realize I can’t move my arm.
I’m thinking that bastard paralyzed me, but then I put pressure on it and realize DAMN this hurts so I start crying, when my mom enters the room and starts screaming because my left arm is broken and bent in a way that it’s not suppose to bend. Later I find out that my mom never closed the crib all the way and I could of died from a broken neck, I still blame this incident on my father because he’s the one that yelled at her to hurry up and bring out the hotdogs had he not rushed her my arm would have been fine but I kind of thank him because it gave me an opportunity to make his life a living hell.
So my mom takes me to the hospital AGAIN for the 2nd time in 3 months, once for stitches and once again for a broken arm, so the doctor asks my mother if there is anything she would like to tell him, (i.e. abuse, once again had I been able to talk I would have got him good, sent to jail, got a nice foster family and be a much different person.) She continued with her story of how it happened and the doctor said he was just looking out for my best welfare and he let it GO!!! If I knew the doctors name I would go up to his door, ring the door bell, tell him I’m an ex patient and I would like to thank him, but then I would say what’s that! Point at the ceiling and place a kick so square on his nutsack that he wouldn’t be able to pee for weeks. *SIGH*
I’m done venting...so anyways I’m back with the most horrible parent and my mom, with a cast muwhahaha here’s where the revenge I mentioned earlier comes into play. My dad would pick me up and I would whack the shit out of him, I believe my mom said I gave him a black eye. Picture a baby squirming when a man, in this case adolf, picks it up hitting the guy in the face multiple times, til he actually throws you back down into your crib like someone just found out the burger they were eating was a piece of poop instead minus the puking part man I wish I could relive that again.
Not only did I hit him in the face but I also couldn’t get the cast wet so of course it started to smell a lot, well he gave me a bath and started dry heaving until my mom would come in and finish the job. Now we were playing on my terms every chance I would get Id walk up to the couch and place my stinky ass cast in his face where he was sleeping, he’d wake up and id be smiling with my two teeth missing, scar on my lip and stinky ass cast in his nasal area. Like I said he got his, not nearly as bad as it should have been, but there were nights my mom was out of town, and for some unknown reason she left me with him, but because I couldn’t scratch my arm I cried all night with an itch, keeping that bastard up all night. So then the next memorable moment in my life came 3 years later.
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