Wicked House: The Pain

Chapter four:

Previously:

I stood in front of my father and cried, “I know why you made me go to that school! Dad, when are you going to stop?”

He threw his glass of champagne and pulled out his belt.

“I don’t care if you hit me billion times! I care about you. Dad, mom, please. This is not the first time I beg you to stop drinking!” I yelled.

Then, as always, he started hitting me over and over again. The bruises on my body and face were back.

Seeing him hurting me everyday and seeing my mom carelessly watching us was probably the worst pain a human can ever go through.

When the closest people to you are the farthest to your heart.. really hurts.

I quietly went to the place my siblings were staying.

I smiled and hugged both of them, “Fahad, why do you look sad?” my sister asked. I answered,” I’m not sad, I just miss you guys.”

“No, you’re lying! I just want to remind you of what you told me, {one day the pain will go away.} “

I went back to school, but I saw a bench that was out of the school’s campus.

I sat on the bench and wrote:

‘I never asked you to be my Dad,

To slap me around and treat me bad.

I never asked you to drink alcohol,

I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,

Or for the nights that were half insane.

I never asked for fights that were wild,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked you to beat up my Mom,

Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.

I never asked you to leave me alone,

Or to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,

Or for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.

I never once asked that I be defiled,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,

Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.

I never asked you to raise Holy Hell,

Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,

Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.

I never asked for the crap that has piled,

Or to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,

Or for any toys that I used to like.

I never asked you to throw me a ball,

Or for the bruises when I took a "fall".

I never asked once but I'm asking you now,

I hope you make me understand somehow.

How you could treat me so freaking bad,

That I never asked you to be my Dad.

**

I smell the whiskey on your breath.

And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.

You slap me around and call me names.

Mom, I'm sick of playing these games.

One day it's going to end up getting worse.

It hurts me how you yell and curse.

Stop it, before it's too late.

Mom, this is not your fate.

You used to care.

You used to be there.

Now you've gone away.

Mom, please stop today.

Bruises and hits.

Temperamental fits.

All is causing me pain.

Mom, stop yelling. I'm not to blame.

You're drinking away what's left of you.

It's hurting me, and you're hurting me, too.

I've cried. I've begged. What more can I do?

Mom, I've tried to help. And I've tried to still love you.

It's hard when I'm only neglected.

When all I ever wanted was to be accepted.

I know I'm not perfect, but look at you now.

Mom, you've got to stop this somehow.

You've beaten me down once more.

My heart's broken, and I'm lying on the floor.

How much more of this can I take?

Mom, please. Give me a break.

You brought me into this life.

And you cause me all this strife.

But are you going to take me out of this world, too?

Mom, stop before that comes true.’

The End.

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(A note: young children who suffered with alcohol addict parents wrote these two poems.)

Wicked House: Midnight in Germany

Chapter three:

Previously:

We have arrived and went to a hotel and checked in.

When we entered our room I saw only one king sized bed.

“Are we sleeping together? The five of us? And the maids on the floor?” I asked.

“No, we are sending you to a boarding school, for the summer. And about your siblings and their nannies they are going to a place that would take care of them for a while, now we’re changing our clothes and dropping you there. Are you scared? You are a young man you can depend on yourself.” My mom answered.

I did not disagree at all, “ okay.”

We changed our clothes, ate a meal, and directly headed to the school.

The school idea was quite fascinating yet boring at the same time; I have no idea how I will make friends there.

A lady welcomed me, “ Hallo, you must be Fahad right? Welcome to your summer school! Come with me, I’ll show you around.”

She showed me the cafeteria, my classrooms, the playground, the library and basically the whole building, lets not forget about my room. She also introduced me to my American roommate, Mike.

Mike is almost one year older than me, “is it your first time coming to Germany?” I asked. “No, we come here basically every summer, my parents do some work, and I just come here and do some adventurous activities and explore the cities.” “The cities? Are they going to take us on a tour?” I confusingly asked. He chuckled and whispered, “Not really my friend, we just simply escape during midnight.”

“Oh my. We’re going to have a lot of fun!” I said. “Yes we will!” he replied and winked.

When it was almost nine o’clock at night, someone knocked my door. There was no one but a piece of paper.

‘Fahad, meet us behind the library. I know you’re curious, if you want to enjoy your time come with us ;).

PS: Don’t act suspicious!’

Since I like adventures, I thought why not? So, I changed my outfit into a sportier look. I walked quietly until I reached the library, “psssst. Fahad. We’re behind the tree!” I heard. I looked behind and found Mike, “so, where are we going?” I asked. A girl replied, “We’re just going to have few drinks.” I giggled and said, “Thought we were going to do something bad with that ‘don’t act suspicious ‘ note.”

We were all six in total. One of them recommended that we should go downtown by the underground metro, because none of us has a driving license, and we did. They walked towards a certain building and I followed. Instead of entering from the front door, we went the other side and found a tall, muscular man, “ hey Mike, long time no see! New underage friend?” He said. “Hey Edward, haha, yeah, he is a new kid.” Mike replied.

Yes, turned out that we went to a nightclub. And to be honest I wondered how it looks like, the vibe, the people, the music, and everything, so I followed them.

A woman whispered to my ears, “Ich mag dich. Ihre Nummer?” I ignored even though I had no idea what she asked.

I spent the whole time drinking water and dancing with the group. When it was 5:30AM, they thought that we should go back to the school and I told them that I have got some business to do. And they left.

I ran to the hotel where my parents were staying, I kept knocking the door until my mom opened.

“Fahad! Why are you here?” she asked.

I stood in front of my father and cried, “I know why you made me go to that school! Dad, when are you going to stop?”

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