If you really want to hear about it

"If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."




"Early in my life when I was young I had just about everything I wanted except love. I got a lot of toys and things that I did not really care about but my parents were never really home and sometimes nobody would care for me even at a very young age. You see they were always out and when I was young I really never understood why.

"One day my father came home and was acting kind of strange and he smelled really bad, nothing I had ever seen before. I looked at him and I said, "Father what's wrong."
"shut up" he said "come here" at that point I was very scared and he grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me into the living room where he started to hit me. I tried to defend myself but he kept hitting me until my mother came in "get off him, what are you doing?" she said "Shut up Marry, go get me a drink." He ordered her. After he said that he finally stopped. Later that night some men came and took him away I did not know who they were but my mother was crying and very said.

In the 4th grade our class started to read a book named David Copperfield, it was a book about a boy who his parents treated him very badly and never loved him. In a sense it reminded me of my life and how I had to do everything on my own.

My dad returned about 6 months later and at that point I had realized that he had went to jail for selling drugs and some of my friends told me that he had been involved with a mafia. At that point I did not rally understand that concept but I did know that the mafia were a bunch of people that kill other men. So that was the reason why he had not been home and the reason why I never really saw him. But that did not answer the question about my mother, she would make me do everything in the house when she was home, like wash the dishes, make dinner, and wash the clothes and one day I had not done one of those things and she started to hit me wit a meter stick that I used for measuring. She also brought weird men home when my father was in jail and she was always out leaving me all alone.

One night in my house everyone was home and it was very late, I heard gunshots hitting our house. My dad was yelling and I had realized that it was the mafia shooting, luckily none of us got shot but it really made me scared to think that in my own house I am not safe. My father put on his coat and ran outside holding his gun and my mother and I heard gunshots coming and people screaming we thought my father had been shot. Dead silence after, but my father walks in the house "took care of those a**holes."

The next day at school I heard that my father had killed one my best friends fathers. My best friend was incredibly mad at me, he threatened my life and my fathers. he told me that my father had killed hundreds of people in his career, I was utterly shocked when I heard this.

A couple of weeks later my friend who my father killed his father told me to watch my fathers back tonight. I knew they were coming to get him but I did not care because my father did not talk to me or spend time with me very much. So that night I was sitting in my room and I hear a car pull up and I hear the door opening. I knew it was the men coming for my father but I wasn’t going to warm my father because I had lost all my friends and everyone knew me as the killers son. I heard them break down the door "get him" they mafia men said. I heard bullets firing and my mother was yelling. When they left I came outside I saw my father dead but I did not cry because I did not care because of what he done painted and image on me.

A couple of days later I paid a couple of men in the back alley and said "thanks." That’s right I had paid the mafia to kill my father but I live with this dark secrect that I had never shared til now…..