Tiny Tokio Hotel
Chapter 4 Georgs story
every one’s eyes suddenly fixed on me, I felt a lump in my throat as terror took over my whole body they were bound to find out eventually I didn't want it to be this way but now I was cornered I swallowed the lump and began to speak
"I hate growing up I despised everyone and everything I wanted to die, I was thirteen when my fifteen year old girlfriend had our first child we lost him because of my fucking father! He especially hated me I'll never forget the time I left school early.
It was early and I was creeping around making my lunch not daring to make a single sound out of fear of another violent beating from him. I was still achy from the last one
My father was never normally like this he used to be laid back and a good parent helping with homework teaching us basic principles of hand-washing tying shoes, it was only after my mum had left that he suddenly changed, to begin with he was like a hideous jekyll-hyde character. It started with the occasional sharp insult or a brisk slap but it progressively got worse until I was going to school with broken ribs and several cuts and bruises.
I will never forget, I walked in from school and he was there sat on the stairs in a menacing stance. I closed the door behind me and he grunted, stood up and walked over to me, he took a deep breath in and began to speak in his deep, gruff voice
"You’ve been smoking"
He was right, I had been smoking weed since he had been beating me, I like the numbness and the hallucinations of a happy family, I had also hit the drink hard, spending most of my time in a drink and drug induced haze.
I stayed silent, he shoved me against the wall and raised his voice
"You have been smoking"
I nodded arrogantly only to be met with a sharp slap on my face, I didn’t take my eyes off of him as he began to laugh, a deep, sinister, throaty laugh, he threw me to the floor, the blows raining down one after the other all over my body, tears threatened to fall as he hurled a tirade of insults at me
“Worthless pathetic should have been aborted”
Out of nowhere adrenaline kicked in, I curled up and kicked knocking him backwards suddenly, he looked shocked as he hit the floor, the fear that had previously gripped my stomach faded and I stood up and began to run. I tore through the house hearing his heavy footsteps behind me, I ran in to the dirty bathroom, slamming the door behind me and with shaking hands fumbled with the stiff bolt lock. Relief flooded my body as it clicked in to place, I climbed in to the cold empty bath and pulled my knees to my chest and waited, not even breathing loudly for him to come and find me. A loud bang from the dark startled me followed by his voice
“I know you are in there Georg”
I stayed silent trying to move in the dark, so he didn’t hear me, the door kept banging, he must have been kicking it or throwing himself at it, looking around trying to gather my thoughts I looked at the window and its small opening.
Without giving it a second thought I climbed up on to the sink and tried to push it open more, with my head and arms out I could practically taste freedom and this time I wouldn’t let him get away with it this time, I’d be going to the police.
Making me jump, he gripped my ankle yanking me back in, trying to pull against him was useless as he was far too strong for me, I gave up and went limp, allowing him to drag me back inside, he threw me to the floor, there was a sudden flash of silver and he thumped his fist hard in to my chest, a snarling expression on his face. A searing hot pain shot through my entire body he moved his hand away and I saw it there in his hand the silver smiling at me, mocking me, a large kitchen knife, he had stabbed me.
He dropped me to the floor and walked away laughing and muttering insults under his breath. My lungs felt as though they were going to explode, I couldn’t breathe. I put my hand over the wound feeling the warm, thick, sticky blood trickle out and through my fingers, my eyes darted around and then Black.
The light was bright my vision blurry, I ached all over with my chest still feeling tight I sat up to see my mums worried face,
“George?”
I blinked a few times confused not having the energy to reply I flopped back down on to the bed realizing I was in hospital
“You nearly died” she explained I had a blood transfusion and my dad had turned himself in to the police and told them where I was but when they got to me I was already dead.
Slowly through rehab good friends and lots of support I got better, my dad ended up killing himself in his cell after being sentenced to 18 years for attempted murder. I had my kids back and life couldn’t be better”
As if on cue Kameron came bounding out of his room and fell in to Georg’s lap
“It’s dark daddy”
“I know how about you tell us a story”
The child’s face lit up as he adjusted himself to get comfortable on his fathers lap.
"I hate growing up I despised everyone and everything I wanted to die, I was thirteen when my fifteen year old girlfriend had our first child we lost him because of my fucking father! He especially hated me I'll never forget the time I left school early.
It was early and I was creeping around making my lunch not daring to make a single sound out of fear of another violent beating from him. I was still achy from the last one
My father was never normally like this he used to be laid back and a good parent helping with homework teaching us basic principles of hand-washing tying shoes, it was only after my mum had left that he suddenly changed, to begin with he was like a hideous jekyll-hyde character. It started with the occasional sharp insult or a brisk slap but it progressively got worse until I was going to school with broken ribs and several cuts and bruises.
I will never forget, I walked in from school and he was there sat on the stairs in a menacing stance. I closed the door behind me and he grunted, stood up and walked over to me, he took a deep breath in and began to speak in his deep, gruff voice
"You’ve been smoking"
He was right, I had been smoking weed since he had been beating me, I like the numbness and the hallucinations of a happy family, I had also hit the drink hard, spending most of my time in a drink and drug induced haze.
I stayed silent, he shoved me against the wall and raised his voice
"You have been smoking"
I nodded arrogantly only to be met with a sharp slap on my face, I didn’t take my eyes off of him as he began to laugh, a deep, sinister, throaty laugh, he threw me to the floor, the blows raining down one after the other all over my body, tears threatened to fall as he hurled a tirade of insults at me
“Worthless pathetic should have been aborted”
Out of nowhere adrenaline kicked in, I curled up and kicked knocking him backwards suddenly, he looked shocked as he hit the floor, the fear that had previously gripped my stomach faded and I stood up and began to run. I tore through the house hearing his heavy footsteps behind me, I ran in to the dirty bathroom, slamming the door behind me and with shaking hands fumbled with the stiff bolt lock. Relief flooded my body as it clicked in to place, I climbed in to the cold empty bath and pulled my knees to my chest and waited, not even breathing loudly for him to come and find me. A loud bang from the dark startled me followed by his voice
“I know you are in there Georg”
I stayed silent trying to move in the dark, so he didn’t hear me, the door kept banging, he must have been kicking it or throwing himself at it, looking around trying to gather my thoughts I looked at the window and its small opening.
Without giving it a second thought I climbed up on to the sink and tried to push it open more, with my head and arms out I could practically taste freedom and this time I wouldn’t let him get away with it this time, I’d be going to the police.
Making me jump, he gripped my ankle yanking me back in, trying to pull against him was useless as he was far too strong for me, I gave up and went limp, allowing him to drag me back inside, he threw me to the floor, there was a sudden flash of silver and he thumped his fist hard in to my chest, a snarling expression on his face. A searing hot pain shot through my entire body he moved his hand away and I saw it there in his hand the silver smiling at me, mocking me, a large kitchen knife, he had stabbed me.
He dropped me to the floor and walked away laughing and muttering insults under his breath. My lungs felt as though they were going to explode, I couldn’t breathe. I put my hand over the wound feeling the warm, thick, sticky blood trickle out and through my fingers, my eyes darted around and then Black.
The light was bright my vision blurry, I ached all over with my chest still feeling tight I sat up to see my mums worried face,
“George?”
I blinked a few times confused not having the energy to reply I flopped back down on to the bed realizing I was in hospital
“You nearly died” she explained I had a blood transfusion and my dad had turned himself in to the police and told them where I was but when they got to me I was already dead.
Slowly through rehab good friends and lots of support I got better, my dad ended up killing himself in his cell after being sentenced to 18 years for attempted murder. I had my kids back and life couldn’t be better”
As if on cue Kameron came bounding out of his room and fell in to Georg’s lap
“It’s dark daddy”
“I know how about you tell us a story”
The child’s face lit up as he adjusted himself to get comfortable on his fathers lap.