PART II:BEAT YOU LIKE YOU STOLE SOMETHING

No im not done yet. I used to get beat like a pinata. In my house anybody older than you could discipline you and there was nothing you could do about it.That stopped like when i was 13 and I had the Barry White voice action going on. I barked on my sister that I was through getting hit and since I was looking down on her with my fists clenched she knew that those days were over.But when i was getting whooped i took some major ones (double no homo)

* One of the greatest whoopings of the 90's happened when i got 4 F's on my report card in 6th grade. Damn mrs. Lightman couldnt you have thrown some D's on that bitch? ...anyway I get home and My sister came home from stealing cups and plates aka the night shift at the sizzler.She was too tired to beat me but she told me to write her an essay on what excuse i had on failing 4 classes and have it ready by the time i came home from school. I told her not paying attention in class is what got me 4 F's in the first place so what sense does it make for me to write a report during school.i swear i never saw it coming

*One time my mom and i were home and she was cooking .She hadnt heard from me in a while so she came into my room and saw me somersaulting ACROSS the room onto my bed off of the top of a dresser.she actually stood there in shock for a second.that one i did see coming but i could do nothing to stop it.

*One time in church my mom caught me accepting candy from a lady she didnt know.im thinking i got away with it and chewing on my candy bar and singing "break me off a piece of that kit kat bar" .dukes doesnt say anything till were on the way home that night.all she said was "I saw you take that candy" .i spent the rest of the way home cursing that lady who couldnt keep her fucking candy bars to herself.ol bitch.when we get home i go into her room to get my whoopin.she tells me to take my church clothes off.i go in my room then come back naked.she calls me stupid and to go put my pajamas on.Then i find this big fluffy ass Cliff Huxtable sweater to cushion the blows and go back in her room.she tells me to take it off and by this time shes so mad she comes in and starts beating me not caring what the hell i had on.

*The last time I remember them getting physical with me was when my youngest sister was pregnant. I asked to go over my friends house and she said no. I didnt see why not ,it was friday and there was nothing to do so why the fuck not? i called myself getting bold and walked out the house anyway. My sister runs down the street after me and threatens me.she pushed me and by this time im so fucking frustrated at everyone always dumping on me and telling me what i can and cant do when they do whatever they like i dont even think and shove my sister back HARD. now i know i was dead wrong but i was young and stupid and frustrated .My sister was smart enough to leave me alone after that.she told my middle sister later and she took off her shoe and slapped me in the face with it.i let it slide even though at this point in time i could have easily put her through the wall because id done enough damage that day. But after that point even though my sisters and mom threatened me everyday no one ever really put their hands on me again.because i dont argue,i dont fight....I JUST HIT THAT BITCH WITH A BOTTLE