Thursday, April 7, 2011

Real TV Never Gets It Right

Kid peeked through the door of his father’s office.     
“Jesus Christ! I don’t want to live like this anymore!!!”, cried the mother as she threw of her father’s arms. Slaps dad on the face.
Kid, keep watching.
“We have food on the plate! A fucking roof over our heads! AND YOU WANNA COMPLAIN?!!”
Dad returns the favor. Hits her hard. Repeatedly. On the face. Knocked off some teeth and exploded a lip. Stains his two thousand dollar suit. She falls down to the floor.
“YOU FAT SLUT!!! DO YOU THINK I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THE SHIT THAT YOU GIVE ME?!!”
Concrete connects with glass.
“No, Steve…” She was pleading now. Sobbing. Her makeup of blood and drool smeared.
Thrown to floor.
Face smashes onto countertop. Perfect nose shattered.
Tries to get up.
Kick to the stomach.
“Huaagghhh….”
Kick to the face. Right eye permanently destroyed.
Crawl away…
She sobbed so weakly. Humors gurgled in fear.
Sit down and watch, kid.
Kid switches off TV. None of it ever really happened.

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