Jeremy's Pov:

It had been hours since I got home from Freddy's and I still couldn't sleep. I could never sleep regularly due to my dad beating me in the middle of the night and sometimes during the day. He always blamed me for the cause of my mom's death and because of that he got drunk. And when he was drunk, he'd beat me as a punishment, and because he felt like it, on a daily basis. Even if I tried to lock him out, he'd still find a way in.

I heard banging at my door. I rushed to the front door and locked it. I then ran back into my room and locked the door too. This was just too much. A boy shouldn't be afraid of his father nor should a father beat his son. I was too afraid to what my dad might do to me if I told the police. Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood my drunken dad, who was madder than usual. He stomped his way over to me and punched me in the face. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE!!" My dad picked me up by the collar of my shirt and punched me dead in the eye then threw me across the room and I hit the wall. I couldn't breathe and my vision was getting blurry but, I was able to make out an empty beer bottle in his hand. He smashed the bottle over my head and I felt a warm liquid coming from my head. My dad pulled off his belt and whipped my back with all the strength he had.

'Why dad? Why do you do this to me? I'm a good boy...' I thought. I felt one final blow to my leg. I think I felt it crack and my bone was broken. My dad decided I had enough and left. I shivered and managed to limp over to my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. What I say wasn't horrible but not exactly good either. I had a black right eye, blood gushing from my head, bruises all over my body. I sighed and pulled out bandages to begin patching myself up.

After I was able to get myself wrapped up in bandages, i went to my bed and laid down. I soon cried after sitting of the dead silence. Oh, how i wish my mom was here. She could stop him from doing these horrible things to me.

As my eyes closed due to my lack of energy and weakness, my dad's words consumed my mind. He was right. I had killed my mother. It was all my fault.

Before I slipped into a deep sleep, my final thought rang throughout my brain,

'I'm sorry mommy....'.