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My Dad The Monster
This story was submitted to us by the boy's mother. He was 17 years old. The boy's high-school coach has encouraged him to write a book on his life with 'The Monster'.
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This Book is dedicated to my Mother, who led me through all the hard times….
I couldn’t even get my coat out of my mother’s car. The Monster grabbed my sister and me and headed to the door. There was screaming, crying, yelling and “I love you”. As I was being grabbed I hugged my mother that one last time
We had basically come to the last family court judge in the building that had not been on our case. It did not look good. The monster had the Political Worm, and a Chief of Court, and he held all the cards, pulled all the strings, it was the end.
I suppose I never ran away because I didn’t have the strength to… not physically, but mentally. I just couldn’t do it. Also, it was the looming terror of what would happen if I got caught. The monster would surely be angry. And when he was angry, he was scary, sometimes overturning the couch. It was terrifying.
The fear that he instilled in me worked, in some ways. I don’t know how I survived the ordeal with the monster. But now I’m stronger much stronger. I can stand things most grown-ups can’t. I’m a survivor.
My Dad, The Monster
My Dad The Monster
Chapter 1
My Story
My story. It is sad to say that my story isn’t happy. I wish my story could be one that everybody laughed at. It would be nice to say it was a story that makes people put a smile on their faces with words of enlightenment. This is not that story.
Sometimes when I’m lying down I wonder, I wish, I think, I dream to have that perfect life. My story. I’ve told it so many times to where it has no meaning anymore. Like it’s just shuffled away in propaganda, in storage, just sitting and collecting dust, there with its edges yellowing away. My story isn’t over, no, another page is added every day. A word of advice to the reader, don’t feel sorry for me because of this story. You have to sit and understand though I don’t understand why this was the life story given to me.
Chapter 2
The First Vacation
The last weekend. The last weekend of my “good” life. The weekend everything changed….that last weekend in October, 2000.
We all knew what was going to happen…my whole family. We knew that we had to leave. We pretended it was just a vacation that was planned a long while back….but it wasn’t, it was last minute. At this last minute my mom, my sister, cousin, uncle, and I went to that wonderful Wisconsin Dells. My first vacation.
The place we stayed at was a wonderful hotel with a water park inside. It was all jungle themed, even the halls had trees all around. We all tried to stay together as a family. For that one last time, it was happy…..but there always seemed to be that hint of melancholy in every smile. It didn’t help that the police constantly called us. We were running away, just for the weekend because it was the only way to get our last time together.
It’s fairly ironic….because this runaway vacation was the first vacation of my whole life, and I hate it. It’s not fair for murderers to go unpunished, and its not fair for kidnappings to go unseen. That’s what it felt like, a kidnapping. It was the last weekend before I was kidnapped by the monster.
Chapter 3
A Journey Begins
The weekend ended, time to drive back to Illinois…to the monster. The whole way back was terribly sad. There was no way to stop the inevitable, no way to stop the monster.
The monster can’t be stopped. The monster has no feeling or emotions for others. The only emotions that the monster has are revenge on others and sadness for itself when it loses. The monster has no other life than to hunt and attack, in revenge. It’s almost sad. Almost.
Now, we were at the police station. I was wearing overalls, and I had my wallet in my pocket. The monster was waiting for us. The monster tried to use its mask to hide itself, trying to pretend it was a sugary sweet man but no…I know what’s behind the mask.
I ran, to the other side of the building. The monster continued with the mask, coaxing the officers that he didn’t know what was going on. It came toward me and opened its arms for a hug. I screamed at it. Suddenly, that mask popped off and the monster snapped over and grabbed me. He was grumbling his evil grumble.
He would not agree to any options. So, I couldn’t wait till morning to go away. I couldn’t stop at my house to gather things…I couldn’t even get my coat out of my mother’s car. The Monster grabbed my sister and me and headed to the door.
There was screaming, crying, yelling and “I love you”. As I was being grabbed I hugged my mother that one last time, and my future step-dad shoved some money in my pocket and said he loved me. I was rushed through the door…crying it all away, the last goodbye, the sad end, the horrible beginning.
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Re: My Dad The Monster
Chapter 4
Pancakes
I used to love pancakes…especially the IHOP (International House of Pancakes) ones. At one time, going to IHOP was a tradition. Now it is a horrible symbol of a tragedy in my life.
The story begins after the Monster took my sister and I from the police station. We were taken to The Red Roof Inn; oddly, it was across the street from the law firm where my mom had worked. The monster forced me to talk to my half-brother on the phone. But, at that time, I could barely talk due to the devastation. Mostly I was too busy crying, but the monster forced me to stop crying…so in that time I was planning…..
I was planning ways to escape, planning ways to get the police, planning to not leave Illinois. These plans however were not expected to actually be put in action…..but just on the edge of my mind…in the twilight of to do, and not to do….that is where my mind was….in that twilight.
The next day, we went to IHOP. We ordered our food and I ate without speaking a word the whole time. Finally, I got up to go to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen and told my waitress to help, and that I was being kidnapped. I told her about the horrible things the Monster did. The waitress ran to her supervisor and said that she knew that something was wrong…but had no idea.
The IHOP people called the police, and I ;was taken to the police station in the protection of the cop car. Pancakes will never be the same again.
Chapter 5
The house who was a home.
I turned over in my covers, the sunlight burning in my eyes. I rolled over. I was in a wonderful place…warm colors, a warm bed, I was in my home…my wonderful home. Actually, I had made my house known as my “forever home”. This home was so much more than that. It was a symbol. It was the house that was a home.
I never had a permanent home….I’ve always wished that I had that one house throughout all of my life, like most people had. But I’m not like most people. No siree, my life is unpredictable, like a roller coaster. It twists and turns, and a loop here and there…the roller coaster that never ended…the one that’s been holding the poor people who have been riding it hostage…that’s my life, a roller coaster.
Either way, I’ve never had a permanent house, in fact, I have lived in over ten (10) situations. May it be a house, an apartment, rental home, shelter, or roommates, I have lived in it.
No, this was different, this was the dream house I’ve always wanted. That one special place to keep forever…my “forever home”. That’s what I called it., my forever home.
This house symbolized so much more to me than just a home. This was the first good house I lived in. It was the first neighborhood with tons of kids all around. That fantasy life, with a lake across the street, a beach nearby, unexplored territory, the Temples (more on that later) tutorship, but best of all, the friends. I was part of a group, a gang, a click. I met my best friends in the world there, and we had our adventures that seemed to last forever, that one summer that seemed like an eternity. Although we’ve only known each other one summer and haven’t seen each other since then we are still best friends to this day. Best friends destined to be. That was what the house symbolized, but now the meaning is much different. The house now represents hope. Hope for that future I have always wanted. IN fact, it is the reason I am still alive today. Without that house and that string of hope that I would one day come back, and live my good life…without that, I would never have survived the ordeal with the monster. For I could have surely killed myself without that hope. Hope is something everybody needs. It’s like air. It can not be seen but it’s there and we need it to stay alive.
My warm happy place, the place where I was happy all of the time. That’s where I was…then I was grasped by a cold hand, like and ice cube. A cold evil hand grabbed me. The happy place went away, and so did the house that was a home and so much more.
Chapter 6
Take That Aeroplane
The icy cold hand jerked me awake. I just closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them again I would be back home, and the nightmare would be over. I opened my eyes, but it was all true. There was the monster with its evil eyes glowing back at me.
The monster jerked me up…it was time to go. First we went off to IHOP where that pancake incident occurred, after that, I was at that town’s police station,.
I remember the hours of waiting…and the hours of talking to the policemen who just didn’t care. They just told me that they couldn’t’ do anything…just like the policeman in Lake In the Hills, where the Hiawatha house was, my forever home, the monster won and he recaptured me, to take me into the depths of hell…known as Rhode Island.
No one could ever do anything for me. Most of the time they didn’t even try. It was like one of those bad dreams where you try to yell and scream but nothing comes out…or nobody hears you…but this wasn’t a dream…it was reality. Being suspended in one spot, that is what my life is, a nightmare where you can’t move, can’t scream and can never wake up!
So now it was off to the airport to fly that aeroplane. We were in the terminal, the monster, my sister, and I. Once again, I caused a scene, and ran, with no exact destination except away, away from the monster. I ran behind the protection of the airport guard, behind his post of duty and justice. I told him some fake story…I’m not too sure what, or maybe I did tell it like it really was, a kidnapping.
We were taken to a separate room, soon after where my sister and I were explaining the story to the airport cop. He gave us two choices, to go on the airplane, or to stay and go to foster care, where I would never see my mom nor my sister again. That’s what they told me. So, what was better, to go with the monster, or to stay and never see my mom or sister again.
The airport police told me that if I went with the monster that I would surly get the whole thing straightened out, and I would be back home to Illinois in a week. That’s what they said, a week. Just to let you know, I was not released from the monster’s grasp for 29 months and 3 days. Liars. That’s what they are …Liars. If only I knew. If only I knew. I knew.
One major dilemma in my situation was that if I went with the monster to Rhode Island, then my mother would not be able to come and rescue me. Why? Because the monster had his goons ready to arrest her as soon as she came into Rhode Island. So I told this to the monster, explaining his devious trick…..so he came up with a contract that would call off his goons. I was handed a red pen. I thought hard. I was so scared…then I signed the paper with my own blood, I signed my life away. My sister followed and then we walked on to the plane as quiet as stone…on our trip to hell.
Take that Aeorplane
Take it to Hell,
Off in the distance,
Scraping the Sky,
Goodbye Life,
Goodbye World,
Goint off in the distance,
On the Aeroplane to Hell,
Take that Aeroplane.
Take that Aeroplane.
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Re: My Dad The Monster
Chapter 7
Temples
A long time ago, when life was perfect, back in Illinois, before the monster came…back in the era of the good life….
When I look back, that’s what I called it. “The era of the good life” where things were perfect. Back when I met my two best friends in the world.
It’s funny. We only knew each other for a summer and haven’t seen each other in three years, yet we’re still the best friends we have ever had.
We had tons of adventures together… timeless adventures... Chronicles of our friendship. If we had a fight between us, or just wanted to sit and think together, that is when we went to the temples.
The temples were places where great wars of earth occurred before man was born. They were preserved spots of beauty, a memorial to the forces who lost the earthly wars.
There were two temples, the blueberry temple and the flower temple. The blueberry temple was the first temple that we found. IT was located under a road bridge over the lake, but its beauty was hidden to the casual passerby. It was hidden unless you walked down the narrow ditch to the bottom of the bridge. The temple had a clear pure stream that flowed in the softest, most peaceful way…pure and simple. It led under the bridge and into the sacred lake. There were wild blueberries all around. Upon entering this sacred spot, you had to sing the song of the temple. The song that told of the war long ago.
Why Mister Blueberry?
Why not Mrs. Honeybee?
Why, Oh Why..
Why, Oh why.
The temple is the site where the blueberry race was washed away, and the honeybees were left behind. Every time we visited the temple we re-enacted with the blueberries, washing them away in the stream.
The flower temple was less important. It was located in a deep ditch under another bridge on the opposite side of the “Kingdom”…where the lake ended and a dam was formed, where a new stream sprang to life. There were flowers all over and we had to practice the sacred ritual to respect the flowers by picking one and throwing its pedals into the stream…to be carried to the beyond.
Either way, the temples were special, and brought us all together. The temples will always be there, for the next generation of adventurers that find it.
Chapter 8
Letters from a Political Worm
Once upon a time, there was a political worm, who lived in the monster’s State. This worm was in cahoots with the monster and held a high position in the kingdom of the monster.
The monster called a favor upon the worm. This favor was evil and underhanded, and outlawed by the kingdom. The worm agreed, and completed the favor.
What was the favor, you ask? Why, it was the letters from the political worm to the corrupt figure of justice…high on his stand, with black robes on and a gavel at hand. The letters ruined my life, and granted the monster permission to come to the kingdom of the temples and kidnap me from my “forever home”. So it was granted. It was done.
Political worms, however, do not get far…and one day…one day…the political worm will e squashed and his life will be ruined, just as he ruined others in his devious ways. The political worm’s name was (Senator) Jack.
Chapter 9
Trapped in the Kingdom of the Monster
I was in the dark chamber of my room, wallowing in my sorrows. I felt trapped. It was one of those dreams where you try to talk, to scream, to yell, but nothing comes out, and no one notices. I felt so trapped. I was crying hysterically, unable to quite grasp what had just gone on.. I am strong now… but then, my integrity was as weak as saran wrap.
What was I to do now…? I was so alone. No one to help. No one would believe me, because the Monster had once again put on his human Mask, and tricked all the people into not believing what I said. There was no one I could turn to.
I think it was the first night of being in the monster’s lair, when an authority came to the house. He came to tell me to stop crying… no, he came to make me stop crying. This authority was as wicked as the monster, his clothes a deep evil blue. He threatened me several ways. First, by insults, calling me a girl and a whole bunch of other crap… Then he went on to physical threats, coming in my face screaming at me that if I don’t stop, and leave this “poor man” alone (the monster) then he would smack me from here to across the room... If I wanted someone to yell threats in my face, then I would join the army.
Next it was the threats of jail, and going to a juvenile hall… remember all’s I did was cry. But can you blame me. The fear instilled in me. I was so terrified I eventually stopped crying. But this stage was much worse than not crying. It was like I was going crazy, I was so terrified… of everything. This stage is not good at all. Instead of crying, it is screams of pain, shivers of horror, yelps of sorrow. That is the "Dark Stage” No one should ever have to feel the horror stage. Ever… It’s that bad.
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Re: My Dad The Monster
Chapter 10
Why Don’t You Just Run Away? Why don’t you Fight Back?
“Why don’t you just run away?” People ask. Why. “I would if I were in your shoes”… People don’t understand. You can never put yourself in someone’s shoes. It’s impossible… can’t be done. For those people aren’t you, don’t have your personality, and never quite see the situation right. It can’t be done.
So, why didn’t I run away? Now, that it’s all over, even I try to say to myself “Why didn’t you run away?”. Well, I suppose for a couple of reasons. I always thought about it, so its not like I didn’t think of it… no. I planned great escapes, perfect weekends to do it… what I would take with me, and all those other details.
I suppose I never ran away because I didn’t have the strength to… not physically, but mentally. I just couldn’t do it. Also, it was the looming terror of what would happen if I got caught. The monster would surely be angry. And when he was angry, he was scary, sometimes overturning the couch. It was terrifying. The fear that he instilled in me worked, in some ways.
I was never the type of kid to fight, and I never had an ongoing conflict with the Monster because of the fear. I was too scared of what would happen, and once again I did not have the mental strength to keep it up. So, I had to agree with the monster most times and act like everything was OK. But it surely wasn’t.
I did fight back though, in two ways. One way, was the arguments every once and a while with the monster… Arguments about him stealing us. Some were worse than others, but all were terrifying. The second way I fought back was through my silent war. Several battles in my silent war were such things as flushing the toilet a lot, running the faucet, trying to run up the water bill, leaving the lights on, and the most childish one… not taking everyday showers. I thought by doing this, I could be difficult and maybe even force the monster to give up. But no, the silent war did nothing of the sort; it just made me more of a sad mental case.
Chapter 11
Surviving the Life that Never Was
I don’t know how I survived the ordeal with the monster. But now I’m stronger much stronger. I can stand things most grown-ups can’t. I’m a survivor.
It was hard then dealing with the everyday pain. The Dark Stage didn’t come often, but after you get it once, some symptoms stay within you forever. Like wanting to scream out in pain, that feeling is always there. Although now it is a scream of revenge, wanting to tear the monster into pieces, wanting to hear the monster scream in pain and scream for its life… wanting to see it shiver in fear. It is hard to suppress those feelings sometimes, especially when the monster comes to visit for old time’s sake.
All that doesn’t seem to matter now, the main thing that has been bothering is the pain of the life that never was. The life that never was is so hard to survive. It makes you cry, wishing the Monster never came that one November 5th. The life that never was, was a good life. I had a taste of it before the Monster came. It was so happy; it was as if it came out of a storybook. The great childhood adventures, the childhood games, the childhood characters. They have all disappeared, and only their ghosts remain.
It’s not fair, I never had my childhood, at passed me by. Maybe it skips a generation, or maybe I did something to not disserve it. My childhood was replaced by the Era of the Monster. I miss it all so much, the “Forever Home” the Perfect neighborhood, the best friends in the world the good life… It’s just so hard to explain how perfect and wonderful things were… although the pre-childhood wasn’t much better… it so much better off than the Era of the Monster. Still I survive the ghosts of the life that never was. I still survive. Although, I do have the chance to take that last minute detour to the last few miles of that life… I’m just too scared… but you never know, the life that never was, may be the life that is…
Chapter 12
Giving Up
After 29 months, it felt like time to give up. I was starting to lose grip of my life again. I spent so many nights looking up at the ceiling, wishing, hoping…. And it was all fading away. I was ready to let go.
We were all giving up hope. The Monster had won. No matter how many times we went to court. No matter how many times of playing musical judges… We had basically come to the last family court judge in the building that had not been on our case. It did not look good. The monster had the Political Worm, and a Chief of Court, and he held all the cards, pulled all the strings, it was the end.
There was no way I was going to live my life with the Monster, and there was no way we could win our case, as obvious as it seemed to all who watched, there was no hope. So I was basically coming to my last resort. Things were bad in the lair of the Monster, tension was high.
I was ready to use my last resort. Planning how to do it. Hoping it would be my ticket out of this horrible house. I cracked. There was no more strength left in me, no more hope, no more will to live on. I was ready to do anything to get out. Although I wanted to use my last resort so many times, I didn’t. Because I couldn’t bear to hurt my mother, I couldn’t make her cry. But this… This was it. Nothing was worth living for anymore, and the lifeline of my mother was slipping away. I just kept waiting telling myself tomorrow, tomorrow. We were waiting for the decision of the courts for so so long. If we lost, then it was time for the last resort.
On the last day, I came home from school, and immediately I could tell something was wrong in the house. It was just a feeling… but a sure one. Liz was quiet. Dad was yelling on the phone. Something was terribly terribly wrong.
I sat and waited. Not knowing what happened. I went into my room. There, I sat next to my sister. I asked her worriedly, what was wrong. She whispered something in my ear
I started to cry. I kept trying to hold it back, but the tears were coming to my eyes, and weren’t going to stop at anything…We won. We won, we won, we won won won. Was it true? Or was it a dream? Oh I was so happy I was crying, crying with tears of great joy.
Ohhhhh The Monster was MAD even he didn’t believe it. When he got off the phone he grumbled the news to us. Then started screaming his head off… He went on and on about something, but I couldn’t help but laugh. It was odd, laughing and crying at the same time. Sadly, he would not let my mom have us yet. He was in such disbelief.
We won our case fair and square. No tricks up our sleeves or anything. However the ghost of the horrors is always with me no matter what. But at least we were freed from the monsters wicked grasp. Soon enough, we were with my mom again. The monster is an evil filthy thing. Don’t ever be a Monster. Monsters have no feelings, and nothing ever hurts them, and you can never get through to them. They are pure darkness, they are evil.
Like I said before, I wish I had one of those lives that makes people laugh, and feel good about themselves. But I never will have that life. But I will have this story, and I have to tell it. Although the Monster is still up to his devious tricks and will never stop I have to keep on going. This is my story, this is my life. This is the story of the Boy, the Monster, and the Life that Never Was.
We are grateful to this young man for writing his story of his experiences. We also encourage him to write about this further.
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