I Have a Question
Child Abuse is Always Wrong! So is Bullying!
I had to stay home from school, because I had pneumonia. My chest felt like a bos was sitting on it. I felt miserable, and I got to stay home alone, and lay on the sofa, watching television.
My big brother, Beau, came home from school, saw me on the sofa, and flew into a blind rage.
"Faker," he screamed. He ran across the salon, grabbed me by my neck, and dragged me off the sofa. He lifted me over his head, and slammed me down to the floor.
I am quite small, and light, and it is easy to pick me up to sling about. Elderly, intoxicated ladies have picked me up, off the floor, to have a cuddle. So my big brother's manhandling of me, was in no way a feat of great strength. As small as I am, he is big, which makes his beating me up all the more Cowardly.
When he had me on the floor, struggling to get a breath, air knocked out of my lungs, Beau began his favourite game of strangling me, until I pass out. Then he slaps my face until I regain consciousness. He usually goes through several cycles of knocking me out, and slapping mme awake, before he moves on to the next idea that strikes him.
This time, Beau flipped me onto my belly, sat on my back, grabbed a handful of hair, and began pounding my head against the floor. Pounding, pounding, pounding. There was an audible CRACK, and it went dark for me.
Beau slapped me until I awoke. I was nauseated, my vision was blurry, and doubled. He was uncharacteristically nice to me, for a while, speaking gently, and asking if I am alright.
The world seemed to be turning, flopping over and over. I threw up. I couldn't get my breath, and was gasping, so I ended up asperating some of the vomit, making my desperate breathing even worse. Beau was scared, I now think, but not scared enough to call for an ambulance.
Evenyually, I felt enough better that Beau returned to bullying.
He didn't hit me, he just started to pressure me into taking the blame that belonged on his own shoulders.
He said, if I didn't come up with a plausible lie to tell Mum and Da, he would finish me. I believed him. He had broken other bones, so I had zero reason to think he would show any restraint, or mercy. Neither did I believe our parents would, in any way, protexct me from him.
I ended up saying I was chasing the cat through the house. I tripped, and smashed my head on the floor. I said it in a kind of singy voice, to make it obvious that it was a lie. I was still nauseated, my vision still double, but I could see Beau, standing behind Mum and Da, making a face that looked possessed, while drawing his thumb across his throat.
Unfortunately for me, our parents were fine with the impossible story of me running through the house, tripping, and falling on my face, hard enough to actually break my skull. They always make it so clear that they choose Beau over me.
"He IS the heir after all, Pubèr. You need to stop thinking of yourself, all the time, and support you big brother."
They are unbelievable. At least they hired my live-in bodyguard, who now protects me from assault.
Thank you for reading this about my abusive family.
Je suis Pubèr Ü
I had to stay home from school, because I had pneumonia. My chest felt like a bos was sitting on it. I felt miserable, and I got to stay home alone, and lay on the sofa, watching television.
My big brother, Beau, came home from school, saw me on the sofa, and flew into a blind rage.
"Faker," he screamed. He ran across the salon, grabbed me by my neck, and dragged me off the sofa. He lifted me over his head, and slammed me down to the floor.
I am quite small, and light, and it is easy to pick me up to sling about. Elderly, intoxicated ladies have picked me up, off the floor, to have a cuddle. So my big brother's manhandling of me, was in no way a feat of great strength. As small as I am, he is big, which makes his beating me up all the more Cowardly.
When he had me on the floor, struggling to get a breath, air knocked out of my lungs, Beau began his favourite game of strangling me, until I pass out. Then he slaps my face until I regain consciousness. He usually goes through several cycles of knocking me out, and slapping mme awake, before he moves on to the next idea that strikes him.
This time, Beau flipped me onto my belly, sat on my back, grabbed a handful of hair, and began pounding my head against the floor. Pounding, pounding, pounding. There was an audible CRACK, and it went dark for me.
Beau slapped me until I awoke. I was nauseated, my vision was blurry, and doubled. He was uncharacteristically nice to me, for a while, speaking gently, and asking if I am alright.
The world seemed to be turning, flopping over and over. I threw up. I couldn't get my breath, and was gasping, so I ended up asperating some of the vomit, making my desperate breathing even worse. Beau was scared, I now think, but not scared enough to call for an ambulance.
Evenyually, I felt enough better that Beau returned to bullying.
He didn't hit me, he just started to pressure me into taking the blame that belonged on his own shoulders.
He said, if I didn't come up with a plausible lie to tell Mum and Da, he would finish me. I believed him. He had broken other bones, so I had zero reason to think he would show any restraint, or mercy. Neither did I believe our parents would, in any way, protexct me from him.
I ended up saying I was chasing the cat through the house. I tripped, and smashed my head on the floor. I said it in a kind of singy voice, to make it obvious that it was a lie. I was still nauseated, my vision still double, but I could see Beau, standing behind Mum and Da, making a face that looked possessed, while drawing his thumb across his throat.
Unfortunately for me, our parents were fine with the impossible story of me running through the house, tripping, and falling on my face, hard enough to actually break my skull. They always make it so clear that they choose Beau over me.
"He IS the heir after all, Pubèr. You need to stop thinking of yourself, all the time, and support you big brother."
They are unbelievable. At least they hired my live-in bodyguard, who now protects me from assault.
Thank you for reading this about my abusive family.
Je suis Pubèr Ü
22-25, M
