Every day is a struggle. My father left just when my sister was born, and my mother went crazy soon after that. Drugs and alcohol consumed her, and she was fired from job to job never really staying at one. The money she does get, she uses on herself. When she sober, she’s horrible to deal with. I don’t know what happened to my dad or why he left us. Mom never mentioned anything about him and when I asked, she’d beat me. Asking her any question like that got me a beating. Asking for money got a beating. Asking her for food got a beating. Just existing got a beating. I’m not a very big boy, but neither am I small either. About medium size for the kids my age. I say kids because I’m smaller than most of the other boys. Doesn’t bother me as much as one would think. I’m betting my malnourished body is why I’m small.

Then there is my little sister. The jewel in my eye. The only thing that keeps me going. She’s only four, but that four-year-old means so much for me. Every day is a wonder for her and every day with her is a blessing. Which is why I’m currently beating the shit out of a rich kid. I’m not a very moral person if I say so myself. Morals were beaten out of me by my mother. He has something I can hope to have, wealth, a loving home, and dreams. I don’t care if you judge me for kicking the shit out his skinny ass. Each time my foot connects with his pimpled face or he screams in agony. I find my stress and anxiety melt away. Of course, I only beat them when they decide to grow a pair. They give in rather quickly. Oh boy, am I lucky today, a full 100 dollars. I don’t know what he was planning to buy with that amount of money, but that doesn’t matter now it’s mine and I know just how to use it.

“Lovie?” I coax my sleeping beauty. Her face is so lovely asleep.

“You wanna go to McDonald's today?”

Her smile grew wide as she snapped herself out of sleepy mode and wrapped her arms around me, “Wuv u baba!” I couldn’t help the tears as they rolled down my cheeks. Her kisses and hugs were sweeter than sugar and her brilliant light soothes my sins. This is why I’m a bully.

Made this a day or two ago. I wrote it sick, but still wanted to put it on here