Chapter 6:

During the whole trip we did not talk, I was curious what he thought of me. Surely he thinks of both as a freak, and mentally ill. Who has a trauma from chocolate? , I look pathetic like that. I did not wait a second and got out of the car, the teacher came out after me. I opened the front door, took a letter from the electricity company from the mailbox, and went upstairs.

"You have a great building"

I did not respond to him, although the building is beautiful on the outside but inside it is horrible, not livable. Unfortunately it was Sunday and that means my dad gathers all his friends and they play poker at the table, in other words more work, more smell, and more mess. I knocked on the door and waited replay, after a few seconds the door opened and a friend of my father's appeared.

"Well,well,well! The boy is coming home"

I did not tell him anything, I did not respond to the response but deviated from the subject: "Hi Boris, where is my father?"

"He's in the living room playing with the rest" I nodded to him and turned to the teacher: "The teacher?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you very much, but you can go ..."

"Sorry but I cannot, I need to talk to your dad about school"

No, no chance not today, the last thing you only need is for the teacher to see the filthy house. I was not mentally and physically ready for it so I waved it: "No need! My dad is already taking care of it!"

"Handles what?"

The voice echoes in my ears. I was shaking, what is he doing here? Why he came, I thought he was inside the house. I looked at my father and said, "I'm back ..."

My father wore a yellow tank top because she was asleep. The smell of alcohol rose to my nose, the wine was in his hand as he rocked it and waited for an answer.

"And what happened to your forehead, Ethan?"

I did not answer, I bowed my head, my hands rubbed each other, and I did not dare look him in the eyes. I was afraid, I was afraid of what was going to happen.

"Hello!" The teacher smiled at me and continued:

"I'm Carlos, Eithan's new teacher."

"really ?" They joined hands and my father continued, "So why did this delay occur?"

"He had a fever, he was abused yesterday" My teacher replied.

"Jas'?" My father uttered the name like a buzz, he did not care about it, he did not care who hit me after all he also hits me and tells his friend to hit me so what does it matter? For him as much as possible it is fine.

I looked at the teacher to see what he would respond to and his face was stressful.

"So you're aware of the situation?"

"Yes I am aware" my father put the bottle on the floor and touched my shoulder, and after a second dragged me to it, while his pressure was increased, causing me pain.

"And that's not your business, so get lost"

"Yes it's yes, I'm humming." My father dragged me to his own house, smiled at the teacher, and said, "See you tomorrow, you're just a teacher. I'll expect too much. Bye bye."

At that second I ran towards my room to escape the danger but he grabbed me by the collar and pushed me backwards and I fell to the floor.

"I .. Sorry… I did not mean.. Please …please ...Dad …Dad"

My father took out his belt and hit me. A scream erupted from me, it hurt, I could not, every whipping was like an electric shock, and I could not move my body trembled, my body was weak from resisting, all the power I had a second ago locked and the monster father stood in front of me. He tossed the belt on the floor and stepped on my stomach.

"Ahhhhhhhh,"

I started coughing, his pressure reached my lungs and I felt like I was suffocating.

"what I told you????"

"I warned you, you son of a bitch, I gave you five rules, fucking five rules"

He lowered his leg from me holding my throat and made me get up, with stumbling legs I stood on my feet and my father punched me in the face.

I gave you five rules! Why did you have to break them???? "

The crying came from me, my whole body felt and I had no strength to fight, I wanted to disappear, I really had to stay there, why? Why? Why did I come back?

I tried to move my body to get up but in vain,

"It ... It... It was Jas...He…"

"Get up!!!"

His scream ruined my ears. I got up very slowly until I could stand for a while, my legs bled, and my hands shook. I could barely stand, but I had to.

"Go make lunch!"

I nodded without saying anything and went to the kitchen, as soon as I arrived I fell on the counter but managed to stabilize, tears flowed everywhere and merged with the blood, I washed my face with water and after a few seconds I started making lunch.

Very slowly and exhausted I made my father and friends an omelet, which I had finished making I went to the living room to fetch them, when I got to the living room my father and his friends were sitting in the center cracking nuts, getting drunk and playing poker.

"father?"

My father turned to me, "Great, put it here!" He pointed to a corner in the living room that was all dirty with tissue, beer bottles, clothes and the smell of vomit. My father got up from the floor and went to eat with his friends, I went to the kitchen to get a drink and when I came back I went to sit with them.

"so what happened?" My father asked.

"Jaz ..." I stammered.

"He poured gouache on my food, forcing me to eat?"

"that's it??" My father despised me, on the one hand he loved being abused but because he likes to do it he hated anyone else doing it.

"Your body looks worse, and you've had more bruises since yesterday"

"Like you care" The computer came out of my mouth and I blocked it with my hand.

"what did you say???"

I folded, "It was by mistake ... Dad ... I…" My father took the drink and threw it at me, he got up from the chair and dragged me from the table to the living room, and he threw me on broken glass.

"Dad .. No… please…"

I begged, I asked, I could not bear it anymore, it hurt, please, let him, that one day there will be no beatings please, Dad.

, I will not say it again !!! "My voice trembled, my hands trembled, my body went into defense my father took the belt and approached me, I quickly backed away until I collided with the spa and my father whipped me inside.

"Ahhhhhhhh, it hurts… no…"

The scream was loud, I screamed to the depths of my soul, I fell to the floor with my face down and blood dripped from my cheeks.

"Give it to me" I immediately raised my head and saw my dad's friend take the belt, I quickly defended my head, I folded the ball and he hit me in the back, the voice no longer just came out of my tears. Stopped him, he stopped beating me. I raised my head in pain, and was horrified.

"Say Pit! Can I fack him?"

I looked at my dad's friend who said the same thing, from the beginning I saw him he stared at me, that my father would not look he would touch me, a lump rose in my throat I felt a great urge to vomit but I swallowed everything. My mind darkened no thought came up, I did not know what to do to escape? Not to run away? To absorb the blows?

My body was bleeding, the wounds were bleeding non-stop, and a terrible scar appeared on my forehead.

"Have fun" My father turned to his friend:

"Enjoy Arnon, you have the rabbi today, and in the meantime we will go gamble"

What is he doing? What does he want to do? I can no longer, I cannot! It hurts.

"Dad!! Please do not let him, please I beg Dad!! Dad I do not want! Dad!!!"

I held tight to my father's pants but he kicked me and flew to the other end of the living room.

"Do not touch me you son of a bitch! Enjoy Arnon"

"Going"

My vision was blurred but I recognized my father and his friends leaving me alone with him.

No, do not leave me, Dad please do not go, I beg, please, no no… "Arnon grabbed my hair and started dragging me to my bed while I was screaming.

He threw me on the bed and climbed on me, I begged him, and I screamed, I did not want to, I could not stand in front of what was going to be read. I hid my eyes through my hands but one of his hands held my hands up. And the other hand tore my clothes.

"Stunning! And complete, for a long time I have not fucked such a weak, and smooth, and beautiful body."

"Beck…" The crying got worse I did not want it I could not, I will not survive if it, but he did not care, he released his belt and tied my hands. He smiled a devilish smile and kissed me.

I did not know how long it had been, but the pain pierced me all over my body, I felt his hands move everywhere, in every area until I felt him rise and disappear from sight. I reached for the dresser, I tried to reach the drawer, I tried to call the only person who can help me right now is Rosen, I came to get the phone but someone stopped my hand, I looked away I saw my father angry, sullen, he held my hand tightly .

"Where do you think you're going? Boy?"

I had no voice to answer, I felt weak I looked away from the ceiling and whispered: "Why? Why? What did I do to you? Why would not you just let me die? I did not ask for this life ..." I broke down crying came out, but I felt empty inside, no matter what I felt the environment did not care about me.