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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Hello~
Short Post. Cause I gtg do HW. Study for Finals >_
Heres the story~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
My name is Ron, a short, Caucasian, kid. I always wanted a Merry Christmas, one that I could celebrate, one that would bring happiness to my eyes. For me, Christmas was just another day, a time of abuse. That’s right, for I don’t know how many years, all I felt was anger and depression. Here’s how it all begun.
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Age 9
“You worthless piece of crud,” said my uncle.
Every year he would visit me on Christmas day, watching me as my parents were gone. You see, they liked to visit their friends, so they let my uncle be my babysitter.
“I’m a good kid,” I said.
“You are just a piece of garbage.”
He threw me on the floor and punched me on the arm. I cried, hoping for better treatment. This was not something I wanted.
“Uncle, why must you keep doing this?”
“Because all you do is just be lazy on Christmas Day. Besides, I know you’re a lazy kid. I’ve seen your report card.”
“I get Bs.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“I want to be happy.”
“If you really want to be happy, don’t you dare tell your parents about this. Don’t tell anyone! Got it? I’ll kill you if you do!”
I ran away to my room, crying. He laughed and smoked some marijuana. It didn’t matter to him; my parents would be gone for hours. By the time they came back, he was sober.
“How was our son?” asked father.
“Misbehaving like always.”
“Oh, how?”
“He rammed into the TV and broke down the Christmas tree.”
Actually it was my uncle who did it. Each year, he would always do something and put the blame on me.
He left and my parents came up to my room. I was drawing a picture and dad came in, stomping.
“Son…” said my mother, at the doorway.
“Mom, I didn’t do anything.”
“You broke the Christmas tree and ran onto the TV, no wonder you have that bruise on your face. You’re grounded! No free time for you anymore!”
From that day on until January 23 of the next year, I had to do chores in my free time. Life was bad at home. Every year, I would get grounded and feel like crud.
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Age 10
School- day before Christmas break.
I didn’t want school to end. The last thing I wanted to see was my home. You see, that year, my uncle was going to stay over for the whole break. A cousin of ours was also coming over and uncle hadn’t seen him for a while, so he decided to be in my house the whole break.
Also, he wanted to abuse me even more. He heard about my report card and wanted to beat me up once more…I hadn’t been doing well in school. With fear about my uncle, I became too scared to do my homework. I kept thinking about him and my mind was off my schoolwork.
During that day, my school had a Christmas party. I went there, drank some juice, and left. School ended a minute later, so it was okay. Time for the long journey home.
(Walking outside)
“Awww are you okay Ron?” asked my best friend Nikki.
“I’m okay,” I said, lying.
“You’re so sad,” she said.
“I’m alright.”
“Ron, something is wrong. For the last few days, all you’ve been doing is being sad and staying away from everyone.”
“I’m fine….”
“Ron, tell me what’s wrong,” she said.
I wanted to, but I was too scared. She looked at me very worryingly. Something told me she wanted to cry.
“I’m going to be abused by my uncle.”
“What?” she asked.
“My uncle. He abuses me. I guess he doesn’t like me very much and he hits me when I upset him. I get him angry because I don’t get good grades. Well he doesn’t like my grades. He thinks that I should get the grades he got; he got accepted to so many universities and he wants the same for all of his family members.”
“That’s not right, Ron…**tear** I know you do well enough, why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“If I do, he’ll kill me. He said so himself.”
“You have to tell someone. I’m going to tell my parents about this.”
“No, don’t. If you do, I’ll be killed.”
“No…………..”
“Please don’t, please for my sake, stay silent about this.”
I looked at her and she turned her head away from me. Eyes down, she agreed not to say anything. I didn’t want to force her to do that, but, I just didn’t want to die.
“I’m so sorry bud. Well listen, call me if you need to talk to me okay?” she said.
“Okay,” I replied and realized we were right next to my house.
She hugged me tightly and I hugged her back. For six minutes, we kept hugging, knowing it could be the last time we would see each other…
“Bye Ron, have a great break,” she said.
“See you later, call me sometime please,” I said, hoping she would…
Nikki agreed and looked at me. I pushed some of my hair back and looked at her. She was worried. Later on, Nikki realized it was time to go home.
She left, but gave me a friendship kiss before doing so. I smiled and went inside my house. My uncle was there, holding a sword.
“Hello Ron.”
“Hi uncle Andrew.”
“Who was that?”
“My friend.”
“Who?”
“My friend Gabby,” I said, lying.
“Gabby? Haven’t heard of her. Well are you in love with her?”
“NO!”
“Don’t you scream at me like that!” he said and hit me with a fist.
Continuing, “You start dating at this age and I’ll slaughter you!”
I ran away to my room. He smiled and put the sword down. That’s how bad he was. Never knowing what to do with his temper.
Nikki tried calling later on, only to be insulted by my uncle, “Hi, you’re?”
“I’m his friend, Nikki,” she said.
“Well you can shut up and get your butt away because he doesn’t need you!”
“Don’t talk to me like that! I’m his friend!”
“Don’t you call back!”
He hung up on her. I found out about the conversation from her. She e-mailed me later on.
I shouldn’t have told her to call me. I just didn’t know that my parents wouldn’t be home. You see, when my parents aren’t home, uncle is abusive.
During the day, they were at church. I was in my room the whole day, listening to Linkin Park. My uncle came in.
“Turn that music down,” he said.
“Okay,” I responded, knowing the music wasn’t too loud though.
He nodded and slammed my door. I was somewhat upset. The music was sure making me feel happier. There was one song that really fit me…Numb.
“Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)”
[Lyrics are from the Linkin Park song- Numb]
That line really fit how I felt. All that I do was not good enough for Uncle. He just didn’t like who I was and how I did in school.
Later on, before getting out to go take a walk outside, Uncle Andrew kicked me and made me fall down.
“Uh?” I asked.
“You just needed one,” he replied.
I angrily walked off, “You piece of crud…”
I said that silently so he couldn’t hear me. Walking outside, the song Numb kept playing inside my mind. Everything about it reminded me of how much I hated my uncle and how much I just wanted a Merry Christmas.
I wanted a Christmas with happiness, with joy. You know what my uncle got me for Christmas? He got me notes saying, “You suck, you piece of…” and a bunch of expletives. Every Christmas break, he would attack me.
During that walk, I couldn’t help but think about what a happy Christmas would be like. One that would be peaceful. A Christmas with no violence and just happiness: A day that just seemed impossible to reach.
I was walking pretty far now. Nothing else was on my mind other than my wishes. Cars zoomed by and neighbors waved, but I didn’t pay any attention to them.
Their Christmas spirit upset me. They had figures and Christmas lights all over their houses. How was one to appreciate the holiday so much? I was so upset. Why couldn’t I have a day like theirs? Why can’t I be happy about Christmas? Why can’t things get better?
“Yo Ron, time to go home!” yelled Andrew.
I walked back home. But on the way, I noticed something. Nikki waved from her house and I jumped in joy. Knowing uncle was watching, I walked back normally.
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A few hours later, my cousin, Jackson, arrived in the house. Before that happened, my uncle stuck his knuckles onto my stomach.
“Quit disrespecting,” he said.
“I’m not,” I said, feeling scared.
“I told you, quit being a jerk,” he said shoving the knuckles deeper on my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I said, filled with pain.
“Okay,” he said and stopped.
My tummy was in pain. I walked slowly out of the kitchen and into my room. I always go there when I’m sad. While I was in my room, I cried.
“Why can’t I have a great Christmas?”
When Jackson arrived, my uncle happily hugged him. He was so nice to the kid, always handing him toys and never being bad to him.
“Awwwwww you’re such a great person,” said Jackson.
“Thank you,” uncle replied.
I walked downstairs, ignoring the soreness and wandered into the family room. Jackson waved and we talked.
He was a 14 year old kid, but me and him got along well. We talked about a bunch of things and then he noticed me grabbing my stomach.
“You okay man?”
“I’m fine,” I replied.
Then he saw my picture of Nikki. She was smiling so brightly. He put the picture down and smiled.
“You have a crush on her?” he stated.
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah you do.”
“No I do not…”
“Man why don’t you go ask her to come over on Christmas? Then you guys can start having a crush and being in love.”
“Jackson…”
“Yeah man, that’d be perfect for you, a Christmas present.”
I walked off. Not wanting to hear another word from him, I left. Bleh….I don’t like the presents I get. No reminders are needed of my uncle’s stuff.
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A few hours following that, Nikki rang the doorbell. I opened the door and smiled. She jumped.
“Hi Ronnie,” she said.
“Hey there sis,” I said, noticing she was like a sister to me.
Then, I let her in. We talked for a bit. Jackson was too busy writing some letters to his girlfriend, so I had time with Nikki. Then, Andrew came in.
“Who is this that girl?”
“Yeah, Gabby,” I said, nudging Nikki.
She growled, and said, “Hello.”
He laughed at me and thought I was being an idiot. Uncle never liked it when I talked to other people. Nikki was upset; she didn’t want me to deny her identity. She rolled her eyes.
“Gabby this is my uncle,” I said, nudging her softly.
She realized about why I was hiding who she really was and said, “Nice to meet you.”
“You too, now you better not be messing with my nephew.”
“I’m not,” she said.
“Alright then. See ya.”
He left and Nikki and I talked for a while. She had to go an hour later, so she waved, gave a high five, and left.
“Was that your sister?” asked uncle.
“Nope,” I said, “Just a friend.”
“Good,” he said and hit me.
Later on, I found out he hit me because he doesn’t like me inviting friends over. That was the last straw…
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Then, 2 days before Christmas, all heck broke out. While my parents were visiting a friend, uncle started beating me up.
This was because I was supposed to make some waffles for him and I messed up by pressing the toaster lever too hard. That broke it.
He threw me on the ground and kicked me on the stomach. Then he punched my face and kicked my legs.
After that, he elbowed me again, knocking me to the TV. I was upset. There was nothing I could do though. He was about 6’2” and 300 pounds.
“I want you to suffer!” he told me.
“I just want a happy Christmas. Why can’t I just have a great Christmas?” I asked.
He kneed my stomach and said, “Because you are a horrible piece of garbage.”
The man wouldn’t stop abusing me until I coughed blood and said that I was a lowlife. Having to bend down and put my face on his feet, I told him that I was worthless.
“Good, now get out and I’ll punish you later,” he said.
I walked to my room and decided enough was enough. If I didn’t tell anyone about this now, I would die.
I picked up the telephone and dialed a number. Oh man.
Not knowing what number I called, I just waited for somebody to answer.
(I was trying to call 9-1-1 but couldn’t see the buttons well with all the blood on my eyes. “Hello?” asked a person with a sweet voice.
“Hi…uh….”
“Is this Ron?”
“Yeah it’s me.”
“Oh no! What’s…?”
“I’m hurt.”
“What’s making you hurt Ron?”
“I dunno. Who are you?”
“It’s Nikki. Your friend!”
“Oh Nikki, please call the police. My uncle’s abused me and he’s beaten me up so much that blood is coming out of my mouth….”
“Ron! Oh no! Man, my parents called Child Protective Services the other day for you! What happened? Did they not go see you?!”
“What? Who? Well I think I’m going to die right now, so you might as well just come find me…”
“NOOOO! Stay on the line! I’ll come over right away, just let me call the police okay?”
“No…yess…wha? Pol-beat? Oh great…”
“I got to go! Bye!”
She called the police. I found that out because she told me. Then, a few minutes later, I heard my front door being kicked open and somebody running up to my room.
“Oh great,” I said, thinking it was my uncle.
“Ron!” said a female…
“Huh?” I asked.
It was Nikki! She ran by my side and put her arm around my shoulder, hoping I was okay. She put bandages on some of my wounds and helped me calm down.
“My uncle…he’ll kill me…”
Then, my uncle came in. He had a knife in his hands, and was about to slash us both. He swiped at me and missed. Then he tried again, but Nikki took the slash.
She started to cry, but it didn’t look like she was hurt too badly. Uncle Andrew tried to slash again but then…
“Hold it right there sir…” I heard someone say.
He kept going, and said, “I’ll kill him.”
A gunshot was fired and he fell onto my bed. Three police officers rushed over and checked on us.
“Are you alright?” one asked me.
“I’m…mommy?” I said and passed out…
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I woke up and looked around. Nikki was on another bed next to me. I was in the hospital and she was too.
She turned around and smiled. Looks like she wasn’t badly hurt. Just a cut to the arm. Nothing too bad.
“The doctor said you’ll be okay. Just a few days in the hospital and you’ll be out,” she said.
“And you?” I asked her.
“I should be out today.”
“Nooo…please stay.”
“Hehe I plan to stay here with you. I don’t care what the doctors say.”
She got out of bed, bandage on her arm, and looked at me. Then, she cried all over me, sad about what happened.
I hugged her tightly and let her do so, “Awww don’t cry. You saved me. If you didn’t call the police, my uncle would have killed me.”
“But, you got beat up, for so long…”
“It’s okay. I’m so glad you were there for me. Thank you.”
“Well I did tell my parents on the same day you told me, but they didn’t believe me, until today.”
“Awwwwww well it’s okay. You’re my hero. You saved my life.”
She cried and said, “I’m so happy you’re fine…”
I smiled and a few days later we both got out of the hospital. Yep, on Christmas day, we both got out.
Guess what?
We went back to my house on Christmas and had the best Christmas ever! She bought me lots and lots of Inuyasha toys and Yu-Gi-Oh cards!!! I got her lots of anime stuff- mangas, plushies, video games! :-D We hugged each other and Christmas was so good.
I finally got what I wanted…
A great Christmas. :-D
My uncle got convicted too and has been sent to jail for a long time…
Merry Christmas!
The End
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*Hugs Everyone*
~*~ Nikki ~*~
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