Chapter 3:

It was one of the happiest days of my life, I loved every tiny detail about it. I loved that my family and friends were together, I loved that everyone was happy, and most of all my father was making my day extra special. I couldn’t even believe the surprises that day.

“Happy birthday toooo you...” the family sang in unison.

“Blow out the candles, sweety,” Mary beamed, she couldn’t believe it, her son was turning 7 today.

“Okay mom,” said Chris as he blew out the candles.

Chris was extremely happy he was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie. He was so happy, his face was so lit up and his heart was so content. He thought that he was the happiest boy ever.

He ran over to the pile of gifts and sat on the floor next to them. He took the one at the bottom and all the others toppled over on top of him. He giggled happily and began to open the present.

“Mommy, what is it? What is it mommy?” he happily said as he tried to open the gift.

He smiled as he saw the corner of the Hot Wheels race pack. As he ripped the wrapping paper open, the pieces flew into the air, then fell down to the ground slowly.

He opened the box in less than a minute and was on the floor putting the parts together and avoiding Jadon’s little meddling hands, when he remembered the other gifts.

That day he went through all the gifts from friends and family, he spent time on his new Nintendo DSi and his Hot Wheels. He played on his Wii and his PS3 games that he got.

“Mom, dad, I love you,” he said that night as his mother tucked him into bed.

They smiled at him and left the room. Too excited to sleep, Chris got up moments later. He went to the kitchen, got a cup of water, and then tried to make himself a sandwich. He ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich and went back to sleep, smiling.

Author's Note: Been busy, therefore lack of posts. I'll hopefully make up for it this weekend inshallah. Sorry.

Chapter 2

Age 6

Mom sent me to school after the incident with my dad, so I didn’t really have many problems with him. Until summer vacation came around, and mom still worked. By that time I had gotten a little brother and dad took care of both of us. We were all fine and we got along happily throughout that summer we hardly got punished and dad kept his cool most of the time.

Or at least I thought.

A few days before it was time to go back to school, mom and dad agreed to go school supply shopping. We walked all around Target looking at all the choices and then Mom chose the ones suitable for me, and I was as happy as can be.

We got home...

Mary went to work the next day and Chris and Jadon stayed at home with Samuel. As Samuel and Jadon were asleep in the bedroom, Chris got up early and decided to play with his new ‘toys’. He got out his notebooks, pencils, erasers, and color pencils and begin to draw.

He drew on the cover of the notebook, then on the back, on the first page, then he went on and on to keep enjoying the coloring.

Jadon stirred in his sleep, he turned around, then he got up and crawled to the edge of the crib, grabbed on to the bars, and started to stand up. One of his little baby hands let go and slipped off the edge of the crib, causing Jadon to fall back. He burst into tears, more scared than injured and kept crying until Samuel lazily got out of bed grabbed him quickly and forcefully.

“JADON! SHUT UP!”

This caused Jadon to cry even more. This is when Samuel realized his mistake.

“Jadon, it’s ok”

He patted Jadon on the back and tried to calm him. Soon enough Jadon was quiet, and Samuel decided to check on Chris. As soon as he saw Chris, his blood started boiling and he was about to burst if it wasn’t for the baby in his arms.

“CHRIS! ARE YOU CRAZY, YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST BEING I’VE MET!!!”

Chris ran to his room instantaneously in fear, he didn’t want the slaps he got last time. But if that is what Chris was afraid of, I would probably say he was pretty safe, for he didn't know that...

“How do you DARE run away from me when I'm talking to you!”

“No daddy...no! Please daddy!” Chris's accent was now devoid of baby talk and he learned to toughen up a bit from last time's occurrence.

”Dad please”, he pleaded now hoping that maybe his father's heart would soften up a bit.

Whip! Whip! Whip!

“That shall teach you for next time and that way I won't have to deal with a son that runs away when I try to talk,” Samuel said as he stomped angrily back to his room.

Chris refused to cry after being hit with the belt, he had to learn to be strong, and handle things that came his way; but tears came down inevitably, not because it hurt him physically, but because he was hurt by his father, who he loved and admired.

Later on that day, before Samuel headed off to work, Chris ran up to him, and hugged him.

“Love you daddy,” he beamed.

“Love you too, son.” He walked out the door feeling bad for his previous mistake secretly vowing to himself that he wouldn't let his temper control him again. He loved Chris and Jadon dearly and couldn't handle seeing them ever being hurt by anyone, let alone himself.

He looked up at the window as he left and saw Mary, Chris, and Jadon watching him leave from the window. He smiled to himself.

'I love my family,' he thought to himself, 'and no one has the right to wreck it.'

He waved back and drove away.

At that point I didn't understand why he could lose his temper so quickly, but no matter whatever he did I could never bring myself to hate him. I always looked up to him and tried my best to please him.

Chapter 1

Age:5

Christian sat in the corner of the room crying. He accidentally dropped the box of cereal when he was trying to put it in the cupboard, he was too short to reach the cupboard and incidentally the box fell onto the ground. The small pieces of Trix cereal bounces softly onto the tiles of the kitchen floor. Instantly , Samuel, Christian’s father, slammed open the door of his bedroom. He ran to the kitchen to see what the noise came from. Christian silently an fearfully tried to gather the pieces of Trix that lay spread all over the floor.

“Christian!” Samuel boomed.

Christian stood there in fear, his little heart beating very quickly. His slightly long, wavy, jet black hair was slightly disheveled and his little green eyes were filled with tears. He was a slightly chubby child and people always commented on his cuteness; but now he looked even cuter (as if you’d want to grab and hug him this moment) as he stood there, in fear. Any other person would melt away just by seeing his little helpless expression.

Slap!

“How could you do that, Chris, look at this mess!”

“I....I’m sowwy dad!” he sniffled, still having that little baby accent in his words. He looked at his father in fear and just hoped his mother was there to save him.

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Mary decided to work this month since the family needed the extra income, and since Samuel’s shift and her shift at work didn’t overlap, there was always someone at home to be with Christian. She started her work the week before and everything seemed well, so she decided to continue. With her new job, Mary was away everyday of the week from 6am until 1pm. Then Samuel left, and worked until 10pm. At ten they would all eat dinner together and then head off to bed.

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“Christian!” he boomed again.

“Sowwy....S...S..sowwy daddy.” Chris said, wondering why this time his daddy was more mad at him that usual.

Samuel’s voice was loud, strong, and slightly rhaspy. His voice was naturally loud and when he yelled, his voice boomed and filled the room completely. His face showed complete anger, it was red and when that redness contrasted with his sun-lightened, blond hair, he looked like a monster to Chris.

Slap!

“Go to your room Chris, and if I see you before dinner, I’ll hit you with this!” he said loudly, ad he held a broomstick in his hand.

As Chris walked to his room, he felt the burning sensation on his face from the second slap, which was harder than the first. He put his tiny, chubby, little right hand on his cheek and ran around to his room. He then sat in his closet, surrounded by his toys, and hugged his stuffed Shaun the Sheep as he little tears ran down his face.

And that was the first time I got hit, and the first time I wasn’t allowed to eat until mom came home. I sat in my room that day until mom came to find me. She understood what had happened once she saw the Trix, the dried tears, and the mark from the slap still on my face...

Mary sat in front of the closet and asked,

“What happened, Chris?”

“Mommy the box of ceweal feww down.”

“But, your face..”

Chris remembered and began to cry, his pure, childly innocence didn’t allow him to understand why he got slapped, not once, but twice.

“D...D...Daddy,” he was sobbing now, “H...he hit me and it hurt mommy.It hurt alot.”

Mom kissed my cheek, told me it was all right, then made me some food to eat. I don’t recall what happened when dinner time came around, so I guess by then dad had cooled off.






*Author's note: please tell me if you can understand this format of writing, It seems a bit confusing to me, but I wanted to try it out since my friend suggested it.*

Prologue

I'm an old man, at the age where there's nothing much in life for me to do. My body has become disabled, but my memory is still intact. Every single detail, every smell, taste, sight, and emotion is still in this brain, the only thing that's still able to tell the world my story. A story of fear and contentment, love and hurt, life and death, it's about losing and finding, and also about religion and God. Most of all though, it's a life story full of lessons that one can only learn by living a life in this cruel world.

The bumps in the road of my life, the trouble’s I’ve faced all taught me lessons I wouldn’t have learned if these problems didn’t exist. Everyone’s life has its twists and turns, ups and downs, and some people have more of these turns, some people even go through loops of problems that never seem to end. My problems may be common in today’s world, but the lessons I’ve learned cannot be replaced.

My attempt at stories Again

So me and a friend want to write a collaborative story, kinda.
Now I have the whole plot planned out and saved up, so this should go better than any other, inshallah.