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Chapter Seven
Counseling Services
She couldn't remember a day where her mother wasn't beaten. Her father was always slapping and punching her, if not outright beating her with fists or other instruments. He did it whenever he was angry or just whenever it suited him. She remembered quite clearly that her mother never offered any protest and always took her beatings with great submission. Her mother always sported cuts, bruises and welts, and she couldn't remember her with out any.
But what she did remember was the day the police came. Her mother had always taken her beatings and punishments fairly silently. Though on this day her father was drunk and was whipping her back, ass and thighs bloody raw. Her mother towards the end started screaming, though to her credit she held her place. Her father never let up, until the knock at the door.
Stay where you are bitch
Yes sir
He answered the door and it was the police. Apparently a neighbor had heard screaming and called them.
Her father began bullshitting them, that his wife was a bitch and never cleaned and was having one of her tantrums, etc. She had never heard her father so thoroughly berate her mother to strangers. What struck her the most is that he was lying through his teeth. But he struck a cord with the officers, who seemed to be nodding in agreement or understanding.
The asked to see his wife who showed up at the door fully dressed something very rare in this house.
Are you alright maam we had reports of screaming?
Oh yes officers, I'm fine. This is my fault
Yea the bitch has been drinking and threw one of her tantrums again. She doesn't usually get this loud.
He's right officers, I'm sorry it won't happen again.
Had there been any hitting here?
Yea she hit me a few times again,
Is this true maam?
Following her husbands lead, she nodded yes officers I'm sorry, it wont happen again.
Well if there has been hitting you are gonna half to come with us.
Oh dear, I'm sorry, do I have to?
Yes maam you do.
Only lisa and her mother saw the sneering grin her father gave as she was led away in cuffs.
He didn't want to bother bonding her out, so she sat in jail a week until given the chance to plead guilty to battery. She was sentenced to time served and had to do a counseling class.
Her husband helped arrange that class which had her mother reporting to some chauvinistic pig, who instructed her on how to be a better wife. She remembered recalling some of the lessons her mother shared with her. Her mother continued those lessons for years; as she found them instructional and said they helped to keep her in her place.
But she most vividly remembered the day her mother walked home fro the jail. Her father was punching and slapping her as she profusely apologized for getting the police called. She promised to make it up to him and he stated she was gonna do just that.
He continued the whipping he had been giving her the night she was arrested. In fact this time it was even harder, and he whipped her front and back. Her entire body bloody and raw, she kept quite the whole time, hardly making more then soft moans.
When her father quite, she could scarcely believe her mother could walk.
Her father plopped down in his chair
Get me a cold beer bitch and then start your chores. This place hasn't been cleaned in a week. And I want you to think hard about how you can make this up to me
Yes sir, I will.
Her nostalgia time up, lisa got her bony ass up and got ready for work. Another double awaited her today. And she needed to look into the possibility of getting that third job.
She dragged herself downstairs into the cold basement and prepared herself for another long grueling day.
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