Chp.3

My relationship with mother is changing, she is getting out of control it gets really bad some times, and I think to myself, why is mother doing this to me?
It would only happen when father was at work. Mother started to even look bad she is always lying on the couch in her bathrobe with no make up on.
On the days that mother would look that why means that it’s not going to be a very good day. when mother decided that the corner treatment was no longer effective, that now she is doing the mirror treatment she would grab me by my arm, smash my face against the mirror and order me to stand there and keep repeating over and over that I am a bad boy I am a bad boy ..
while father was at work mother would make me and my brothers search for her missing things .once I forgot what I was looking for I was so scared to go ask my mother what it was ,mother smacked me in the face. Blood gushed from my nose,” you know damn well what you are looking for mother said! I ran back down to the basement. I was wishing I could find that i was looking for and taking it back up to mother and her being happy and giving me hugs and kisses for finding it for her but i never found mothers things and she never let me forget that. Mother was different when father would come home from work , when mom fixed her hair and put nice clothes she seemed more relaxed I loved when dad was home ever where dad was I was always beside his side. a mother or two later on a Sunday while dad was at work and my brother and I was playing in are rooms I hear mother yelling for us my brothers ran for cover the living room I instantly sat down in my chair, mother came at me when she got close I back my chair up till I back it up so far my head touched the wall I closed my eyes and blows began to rock me side to side , I covered my face with my hands mother would just knock them away she started to punch me. Her punches seem to last forever and out of know where I hear a pop! Mom heard it too I know she did because she stops pulling on me and just walked away. I just sat there in pain I knew something bad has happen mother just ignored the fact that I was hurt. I hear her yell for my brothers and I to come eat I was sent to bed early that night , while I was walking to my room mother told me to sleep on the top bunk tonight, witch was weird because i always sleep on the bottom .. Later I found out why she had me sleep on the top. In the morning mother had told me that I have fallen out of the top bed that she needed to get me to the hospital that I got hurt really bad. Later on in the week my brother went to this ladies house that would with the boy scouts I didn’t get to go because I was bad boy. Me and mother drove home and when we got into the house mother was very mad she told me that her life was like a liveing hell that she wanted me to feel how she feels so mother took me in the kitchen and stood me by the stove I was scared I wanted to run away .mother turn the top of the stove on. I new something bad was going to happen. She took my arm and put it over the hot fire.
I could smell burning and the hair of my arms burning off. I hurt so badly. I wish she would of stop after she was done mother didn’t think that I knew how she felt she wanted to show me more. Mother told me that she show on TV that a mother had put her child on top of the stove that was it, I knew today might be the day that I would die. I was hoping that it was time that my brother came home I was trying blow my mother of till it was time from him to walk into the door. Mother was scaring me. I keep trying to talk to her and west time. she told me to get on top of the stove I got on top of the stove time was going so slow, right before mother turn the stove on brother ran into the house. THANK GOD! Brother saved my life ran away from mom while she goes and talks to brother.