Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35243524-20180407184527

My life is a simple life, I wake up in the morning to my mom preparing me food. I enjoy what’s in front of me play around till it’s time for sleep. A simple life really but I don’t mind, in fact I enjoy it more then anything, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Me and mom that’s all I need, it was till about a year ago my mom started seeing someone recently after father left. He was a large man at least 5 times my size but he wore a smile that had me fooled at the time. He would play with me, hug me, hell even feed me without mom asking. Things were looking pretty good, my mom even asked him to move in. I was excited, when he moved in it was fun and joy park time whenever I wanted an occasional dessert when it wasn’t an occasion to call for.

(Our little secret) it was until one day new dad brought over what I see as a mini him. A small version of new dad, I didn’t like the little dad. He took my attention away, my own moms attention with her hugging on him playing with him. The nerve of this little monster coming into MY HOME. New dad kneeled down and tells me, ” This is your new brother now, be a good boy and take care of him.” He was not my brother, no this thing was nothing short of a monster. The way he would grip around mommies neck, as if he was going to hurt her made a side come out of me that I didn’t know I have. I lunge at the little dad teeth bare about to latch onto one of his feet. I was met with a swift but devastating blow to the side of my head, delivered from no other then new dads foot. It shot me to the side falling onto it barely able to control my legs I attempt to stand back up only to my realization already off the ground again as new dad had me by the back of my neck throwing me out the back door. Look at me with a stare as if he was daring me to try to attack him. Those eyes made me piss myself, I knew if I even tried to go after new dad, I would be torn to shreds. Mom came in yelling at new dad not to be so rough with me that he is a good boy and will get use to Elliot.

Elliot that was his name, the reason for my world flipping upside down, the cause of my now new home being outside in the cold cement, the person stealing my mom, was name Elliot. ” When you decide to be a good boy, and accept Elliot you will come back in” said my mom with a disappointing tone of voice. Day after day they try to bring in Elliot to meet me and time and time again I got the same urge to attack, with that more hits came from new dad. No matter what, I did not like Elliot. He took everything from me, and I wanted it back. Seeing my only option after weeks of trying and weeks of countless beatings I tried to do the one thing I haven’t yet. The next time Elliot was brought before me.. I licked his hand and gave a slight head nudge. Mom was gleaming with excitement ” see I told you it was a matter of time!!” ” well that and the ass beatings he was getting finally sunk in, GOOD BOY!” With a pet on the head I was finally the good boy that my mom called me so many times before. I’m going to be getting the life I had back so long ago. Times were great I was allowed back inside the house. Played with mom again and even new dad treated me to as the same he did before. Days were great again, and with that came night. We were all trying to sleep when Elliot started to scream loudly and new dad got up in an hurry to check on Elliot. After some time the crying stop and new dad came back to bed and sleep resumed. Then again Elliot started screaming again more irritated new dad went back, after some times calmed him down again and went back to bed. For weeks this carried on, and my mom was getting noticeably fatigue from Elliot’s little midnight howls into the night. And it angered me, but knowing not to do anything while new dad is around was the right thing to do. I could let my mom go through this anymore tonight will be the night I show my mom how good of a boy I am. Night came, I knew to the T when Elliot would scream again and I snuck out of the room. Slowly making my way to the boys room. The closer I got the lower I got ready to pounce and quickly end the little ones life. ( Quick bite to the neck should end his screaming for good) I thought to myself as I drew myself closer and closer to the boy. There was noise in the background but I ignored it. Ending this nightmare had my full attention, and just like the nights before he boy begins to scream loudly yet again. I jump teeth baring down onto flesh the sound stopped, blood started hitting my tongue. I finally did it the night mare was over, I can have mom back new dad will do what he always did and pat me on the head and call me~ ” What the fuck do you think you’re doing!!” The voice brought me back into reality and I look realizing that it was new dads forearm I sunk my teeth into not Elliot’s. I tried to open my mouth but his free arm was wrapped around my neck so I couldn’t pull away. I looked at his eyes, those eyes mirrored mine right before I took the leap towards Elliot. They are ready to kill, I kicked I clawed I even tried to bite down harder for him to let go. But it was too late. He twisted his arm so his hand now rested inside my mouth. Grabbing my tongue, and ripping it out of my mouth. I tried to yelp but couldn’t falling back with blood pouring out of my mouth as new dad, now holding my tongue walked towards me. I crawled toward moms room clawing the way there cannot gain control of my feet to make me run when that all to large of a hand held me down. No, this isn’t how it’s suppose to be I’m a good boy, a good boy. New dad plunge his thumbs into my eyes, I wiggle free, crawling away getting ever closer what I assumed was moms room. That’s it mom will save me I just know it. Closer and closer I crawl begging for this all to end. For my normal days with mom to come back to me. The fun we had, I was at the foot of the bed when I felt a force pressing my head down to the ground. It was new dads foot, he tells me to stay still, and from the blood lost, fear, and fatigue I obliged. He lifted his foot up and before darkness forever took me he says “Good boy” 