Chores VI

I walked up the drive picking daisies as I walked along leisurely. It was a beautiful day and I was a fabulous mood. I had a so so day in classes today, college was not near as much fun as high school had been but that’s the way life was I assumed. Filling the air was a blood curdling scream. I stopped and tried to figure out where the sound had originated from when it came again. I knew then where it was from, I dropped the daisies and ran up the driveway to the house. I ran up the front porch steps and threw open the front door, darted through the living room, around the corner, and took the steps to my room 2 at a time. When I reached my room, I found my father standing in the doorway with his back to me. In a chair sat my boyfriend naked, and tied to my chair in my room. My father had a whip in his hand.

“My God, Daddy what are you doing,” I yelled.

My father spun around on his heel, and smiled at me. My boyfriend craned his neck around my father to see me standing in the doorway.

“Baby, get me out of here, and away from this son of a bitches crazy ass,” my boyfriend begged.

At that my father turned around snapped the whip back and hit my boyfriend in the balls again. He screamed again.
“Daddy stop it, “I said.
“I told you baby, I was going to take care of him for what he did to you in the park, and I meant every damn word of that,” Daddy said through gritted teeth.

I crossed the room and stood in front of my boyfriend; I turned and began untying him. His balls were red, and one was bleeding from a gash my father had inflicted with his whip. My Dad turned on his heel and went out of the room. I got my boyfriend out of the chair, he could barely stand he was a bleeding mess. I darted back down the steps to get a washcloth from the bathroom. Back up the steps I went, he was laying on my bed, tears on his face. I began to dab gently at his balls. It wasn’t near as bad as it appeared when the blood was everywhere. I apologized over and over, and helped him get into his pants, and out to his car. He kissed me goodbye and told me he would okay.

I was exceptionally pissed at what my father had done. But in all actuality my boyfriend had been very lucky Daddy hadn’t just killed him and buried him in the backyard.