The Closet

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The Closet

Wolfgang knew about his father's past. It wasn't talked about much, but

when it was, Wolfgang's mouth would perspire saliva and he would swallow it with

fear. His past scared him, scared him so much one time while listening a small

puddle began to form around his left leg.

His father had never hit him or anything. His friends, they all got the

belt, slap across the butt. Wolfgang tried to explain to them the stories, but

they all thought he had it easy. The stories consisted of a kid, a non

descriptive child. Wolfgang guessed it was supposed to be his dad. The stories

were of the same idea, of a kid being bad and getting punished for it. But they

weren't your butt slapping punishments like all the other kids got. They were

kids locked away in basements for the rats to eat, getting sold on the street to

dirty men, things to the degree only the grotesque mind could imagine such a

horror.

But when Wolfgang was really menacing or his dad was drunk he would tell

the story of the kid in the closet. The kid in the closet story scared Wolfgang

so much he wouldn't dare get near one.

The night had fallen and the dealers came out just after dusk, so Wolfgang

moved his toys from the corner and walked up the apartment stairs. As his little

twelve year old legs climbed the steps, he had to pass the bums that lay cold on

the steps with their bottles of liquor. Once to the top of the staircase he

passed a late dealer, and headed toward his home.

As Wolfgang reached to the door it swung open nearly swiping off his arm.

"What the hell do you think your doing out this late?" It was his father, again

in a drunken state. "Get your ass in here!" he grabbed Wolfgang by the ear and

pulled in him.

"You know what use to happen to me when I was a kid?" he asked.

"Not the closet, please no." Wolfgang pleaded with him. He didn't want to

hear it one more time, or not ever again.

" Oh you want to hear about the kid in the closet?" he took time to say

it with ease and in such a matter that it scared Wolfgang so much he began to

beg.

"No, no, please, please don't, anything, whip me like the other boys,

anything." He couldn't hold back the tears.

Wolfgang's crying only worsened the scene and his father picked him up by

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