To say this story is a bit odd would be an understatement. There are elements of non-consent, incest, anal, and outright craziness. While it should be obvious, I will point out that this is fiction for entertainment and not a 'how to' for fixing an abusive family. Todger65 gets the credit for editing and making me look good. Well, if not good, at least not as bad.
Family Makeover
A son and his abusive family. Is it revenge or something else?
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My sister hates my guts because that is how our mom trained her. From the time I was a toddler, my older sister (by two years) tormented me. From casual abuse, making sure to never leave a mark, to getting me into trouble for shit she did. Each year that went by she got better at it. On my eighteenth birthday she thought it would be hilarious to seduce my two best friends, Tom and Bill. She got them to leave with her not ten minutes into my so-called birthday celebration. I have no idea what she told them while she fucked them, but they never spoke to me again. For weeks afterward she would ask pleasantly how Tom and Bill were doing, then laugh her ass off.
She is a cruel and vindictive person, and I had the wonderful privilege of having to live with her. Have I mentioned Mom yet? Good old Mom. A mom that didn't want a second child in the first place. That little factoid was mentioned by Mom on a daily basis for as long as I could remember. Not only didn't Mom want another kid, but she also adamantly didn't want a male. Her firm belief was that all males are only capable of thinking of one thing, sex. As far as she was concerned, they were useless for most anything else.
As far as my Dad goes, well let's just say Mom has him well trained. I have never once in my life seen him stand up to her. She knew that she could verbally abuse and chastise me as often and as spitefully as she wanted and good old Dad wouldn't say a peep.
Mom's criticism of me knew no bounds. Every meal would be a constant diatribe regarding how overweight, stupid, and unattractive I was. Based on those assumptions she ensured that I couldn't "overeat" as she put it. If the meal was steak and potatoes, then there were three plates with steak and potatoes, plus one with a couple of handfuls of partially cooked green beans for me. I grew up stuffing myself during school lunches. In the summer I stole food from my own family.
When I was nine years old, I went to the local hardware store and used my mowing money to buy seeds. I planted a vegetable garden in a clearing in the woods behind our house. No one ever bothered it and over time I got quite good at growing a lot of the food I ate. Protein was a bit harder to come by, but I managed to get enough.
You might think at this point that this family is too fucked up for words and you would be correct. The problem with my family was that we didn't have close neighbors. There were no witnesses to my abuse, and I knew without a doubt that it would get much worse if I created a stir of any kind. Trust me. I found out the hard way years ago.
I should be all kinds of fucked up and maybe I am, but I don't think so. You see, something clicked in me very early in my life. My so-called family was the worst it could be. I couldn't have articulated it at the time, but it came down to the belief that If I can survive them, I can survive anything.
It is true that I looked fat as a toddler, most toddlers do. I was never really fat after that because I wrestled. I wrestled from the time I was six and became Allstate Champion in my weight class every year. I'm going to college this fall on a wrestling scholarship. I also began visiting the local Judo, Jujitsu, and Taekwondo dojos in our area. I got lessons in return for work at the dojos. I also took ballet lessons which really helped with my flexibility and balance. One of the few things Dad was good for was getting me to practice and to my meets. Mom nor Sis ever showed the remotest interest in what I did away from the house.
Fortunately, I was eighteen when they offered the scholarship to me. My family is unaware of the scholarship or even that I am leaving for college. They don't need to know. When I leave in the fall, I'm never coming back. My plan is to disappear from their lives forever.
I learned at a young age that if I wanted to have a normal life, I would need to find it outside my home. I am a gregarious person and don't have problems making friends. My sister's antics, while she was in school, helped me weed out the true friends from the fair-weather ones. She was constantly plotting some embarrassment for me. I never cringed. I always held my head high and went on with my life, often to the total amazement of those around me.
Some of my teachers suspected that my home life wasn't normal and they tried to help in various ways. I was fine if they wanted to help me improve in some way. I quickly discouraged any attempt to contact my family. One of my teachers took it upon herself to visit my Mom. The next time she saw me she had tears in her eyes, and she apologized. I understood she was trying to help and didn't hold it against her. My punishment for the teacher's visit was two weeks of no dinner, forced to sit in my room, in the dark from the moment I came home from school until I left for school in the morning.
Not great, but not horrible right? My room has a single mattress on the floor. The walls were painted flat black and there isn't another thing in the room. The windows had been covered, totally blacked out, for years. No dresser, no nightstand, no posters, no lights, nothing but darkness. I learned to go over my schoolwork in my head. I also learned to practice my katas in the dark, and I slept like a baby. I walked away from my punishment well rested and ready to learn some new stuff. Punishment like that helped me maintain a 4.0 grade point average from sixth grade on. Not that Mom was interested. She refused to look at my report cards and would make Dad sign them. Dad was so afraid of Mom that he wouldn't comment on my grades, even when we were away from the house and her.
What a fucked-up crew they are, but I'm poised to make my escape. I need to live at home for just two more months. Two more months of the same shit I've lived with my whole life. I can do that standing on my head. Now I'm thinking about what I can do in those two months to get a little payback. Not that I am the revengeful sort of guy. My main goal is to teach them all a lesson. A lesson that I sincerely hope they learn from. I don't think for a minute that any of them will really change from the poisonous human being beings they are into something kinder and gentler, but you never know.
So, what's the strategy? I'll start with my sister Susan. If I can save her, she will help me save mom. Mom is the scariest and strongest. I may need the help of my sister to overcome her craziness. Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do with my sister. I do have a secret weapon.
I have documented every little slight my mother and my sister have put me through. I don't just have my testimony; I also have enough bits and pieces of evidence to support it. Neither of them ever hesitated to use other people to provide my punishments. If those other people ever found how they had been used, well let's just say the vast majority of them would be angry. I suspect most would want revenge of some sort. Can you imagine everyone you know hating you? I think a little blackmail is in my sister's future. I can't help but feel a bit of giddy excitement at the prospect.
As far as my dad goes, he's a passive little shit and once I have control of Mom and Susan he will cooperate just fine.
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