Yours

They gave me a choice, its not like I had no other options. But I thought my world was changing, By going through with this adoption. You took me in and made me feel, As though you really wanted me. But the things I had to endure, somehow are still haunting me. Your tactics were virtually flawless, Even though they were practically medieval. I was once stuck in an agonizing silence, But now I want the world to know of your evils. * I understand; I knew that I did wrong, I was responsible for the porch light being on. I know that I deserve every ounce of what's coming to me. I cringe as the my father continues to pummel me. He is done with his rage on this child born dirt. So I take my usual place kneeling in the corner. My knee caps take on their familiar sting, Tonight is a good night as I can hear the TV. After an hour, or perhaps it was two. I politely as to use the restroom. Be it in anger or spite, I may never know, But for some strange reason you simply said no. Both my knees and bladder were swelling. I knelt until asking again felt so compelling. "May I use the bathroom, I really need to go?" This time you said simply, "Pee yourself." I don't understand, I mean I was just a kid. I was ten years old and she told me to go...so I did. I was Humiliated and angry as I soiled my jeans. I wanted her in pain and dead; and everything between. What happened afterwards is hard to explain. She hit me so hard my fucking ears rang. I passed out cold, lifeless on the wet floor. I woke the next morning with thoughts of war. * That night after dinner I went to my usual spot by the wall. This was only after I scrubbed it until my fingers were raw. I fell from standing, my knees striking the floor like a viper. I was just getting used to the pain when I saw the diaper. "Go put that on, you'll be just like a six year old." So I went into the restroom and did as I was told. I came out humiliated wishing someone would rescue me. But then I heard, "You can come over here and watch TV." I should have known they had something up their sleeve. They gave me a soda, and after that some cold Iced tea. I drank them both, thinking maybe they had a new attitude. I didn't realize what was up until I had to use the bathroom. I asked politely, but I knew I had fallen for their trap. He said, "Your wearing a diaper, why don't you use that?" I hesitated, by this point it was go or explode. I chose the latter and held until my bladder released all it could hold. He took the diaper off as I sat there wanting them dead. But I never felt so much hatred as when he placed that diaper on my head. The moment I felt the first trinkle trickle down the side of my face, I made a silent vow to myself that I would kill them both one day. Not the #1 choice of what most people would like to read, I'm sorry if anyone is upset that I posted this. ~Justice~