Crocodiles – A Killer’s Best Friend

Crocodiles are the ultimate waste collectors

Photo by Matthew Essman on Unsplash

My alarm is blaring, reminding me it’s a school day and telling me to yank my lazy arse out of bed. It sure does have a lot to say for a small inanimate object.

I’ve only had about two hours sleep and to be honest that is not enough for a fourteen year old boy. I fling the alarm clock across the room where it bounces off the wall and breaks. At least it’s silent.

I doze off again but not for long.

I’m suddenly wide awake and screaming in pain. I could not believe the sheer cruelty but Mum has walked into my room, seen me still asleep and slashed my bare back with one of Dad’s thick leather belt. Holy cow that stung.

I try so hard but the tears fall anyway. After the beating I took last night and now the strap, I was finished with Mum. I never wanted to see her again.

After Mum was sure I was not going to go back to sleep, she left the room. I got up and gingerly dressed, trying to find clothes that didn’t aggravate my new injuries. I knew I couldn’t go to school. Not with a black eye and bruised cheekbone. I also knew my days here at home were numbered, Mum would end up killing me.