Foxx Zenovka
December 22nd, 2008, 10:17 AM
This is the story of a boy named Dillon who lived a traumatic childhood which shaped him into who he is. I'm going to do one post every few days to progress his story, because thats just how I feel like doing it ^_^ Feel free to post comments after something you like. ^_^ -Foxx- Oh, and it might be a bit sad or depressing.. Enjoy ^_^
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I believe it started on my 10th birthday. My father took me to Dave and Busters, the place with all the cool games. Basically a Chuck E. Cheese with out the smell of puke and dirty diapers.
Now back then, I thought being 10 was my most momentious occasion. Better than when I was Peter Pan in the school play or the Prince in The Little Mermaid. I was so exited because since my father lost his job a few months before we hadn't been able to do anything fun outside of the house really and where we went was expensive!
As a child, I grew up pretty much alone except for a few friends, my family, the people in my games, and my stuffed animals, so my birthday parties were normally me and my father. Maybe a friend or two.
I had aloways known that he was using me, but I denied it and simply thought of the false love he tossed at me when he felt like it. He was a drug addicted, chain smoking, alcoholic, womanizing, lying cheater with no morals or goals other than to make himself happy. But of course he was never happy. Ever.
He used my identity for credit cards. Used me to clean up after the drunken parties he had with his ass hole friends. Kept me from going to school so I could stay home and clean for him. Then disappear in the middle of the night to go have sex with one of the many ladies he was dating while I curled up on the couch and cried, thinking that he left me. There were a few helpful adults though..
I lived in a small gated community, nothing fancy at all besides the little park, and two houses over lived another family. Their son Shane was the first friend I ever had in my entire life, and I believe he was my first crush too. But I didn't know it at the time.. He was like a brother to me. He protected me and made me happy however he could. But he only came every other weekend to stay with his grandmother and father. He was everything to me... Then one day when I was about seven he stopped coming... I waited on his porch for hours, late into the night. Running on false hopes that he would come... But I never saw him again.
His grandmother, who I just called grandma or granny, was also so kind and helpful to me. When my father would disappear I'd go over there, she'd wipe my tears away, give me a hug, then get me some milk and cookies while we watched one of my favorite movies, Charlie the Friendly Crugar (I can't spell it properly ^_^' Sound it out. The big mountain cats.) I loved her so much... Then she got sick. And died... Then I was alone again, dependent on my father's "love".
I was so messed up.. I was barely ever able to leave the house. Not allowed to go to school for weeks. Nobody was allowed to come over. I was just a bird in a cage in a dark tower with no windows, unable to see the light of the sky and how beautifull the world was.
Then it all hit me. The night of my 10th birthday my father ditched me on some street near our house, leaving me to walk home in the middle of the night in a not-so-friendly part of town. At his party he was arrested for the drugs he brought by an under cover cop. When he called me he was in jail, and he was furious... "It's all your fault. You're the reason your mom left with your brother. The reason I got caught. The reason I lost my job! You're a worthless little fuck-up! You'll never be anything you dumbass... Ever! You never even realized how useless you were! You couldn't even clean properly. But I love you Dillon." Those were the words he said to me.. The words that made me want to die.. Now the phrase "I love you" meant "you're being used like a puppet..."
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I believe it started on my 10th birthday. My father took me to Dave and Busters, the place with all the cool games. Basically a Chuck E. Cheese with out the smell of puke and dirty diapers.
Now back then, I thought being 10 was my most momentious occasion. Better than when I was Peter Pan in the school play or the Prince in The Little Mermaid. I was so exited because since my father lost his job a few months before we hadn't been able to do anything fun outside of the house really and where we went was expensive!
As a child, I grew up pretty much alone except for a few friends, my family, the people in my games, and my stuffed animals, so my birthday parties were normally me and my father. Maybe a friend or two.
I had aloways known that he was using me, but I denied it and simply thought of the false love he tossed at me when he felt like it. He was a drug addicted, chain smoking, alcoholic, womanizing, lying cheater with no morals or goals other than to make himself happy. But of course he was never happy. Ever.
He used my identity for credit cards. Used me to clean up after the drunken parties he had with his ass hole friends. Kept me from going to school so I could stay home and clean for him. Then disappear in the middle of the night to go have sex with one of the many ladies he was dating while I curled up on the couch and cried, thinking that he left me. There were a few helpful adults though..
I lived in a small gated community, nothing fancy at all besides the little park, and two houses over lived another family. Their son Shane was the first friend I ever had in my entire life, and I believe he was my first crush too. But I didn't know it at the time.. He was like a brother to me. He protected me and made me happy however he could. But he only came every other weekend to stay with his grandmother and father. He was everything to me... Then one day when I was about seven he stopped coming... I waited on his porch for hours, late into the night. Running on false hopes that he would come... But I never saw him again.
His grandmother, who I just called grandma or granny, was also so kind and helpful to me. When my father would disappear I'd go over there, she'd wipe my tears away, give me a hug, then get me some milk and cookies while we watched one of my favorite movies, Charlie the Friendly Crugar (I can't spell it properly ^_^' Sound it out. The big mountain cats.) I loved her so much... Then she got sick. And died... Then I was alone again, dependent on my father's "love".
I was so messed up.. I was barely ever able to leave the house. Not allowed to go to school for weeks. Nobody was allowed to come over. I was just a bird in a cage in a dark tower with no windows, unable to see the light of the sky and how beautifull the world was.
Then it all hit me. The night of my 10th birthday my father ditched me on some street near our house, leaving me to walk home in the middle of the night in a not-so-friendly part of town. At his party he was arrested for the drugs he brought by an under cover cop. When he called me he was in jail, and he was furious... "It's all your fault. You're the reason your mom left with your brother. The reason I got caught. The reason I lost my job! You're a worthless little fuck-up! You'll never be anything you dumbass... Ever! You never even realized how useless you were! You couldn't even clean properly. But I love you Dillon." Those were the words he said to me.. The words that made me want to die.. Now the phrase "I love you" meant "you're being used like a puppet..."