The Monster In My Living Room

Most kids are scared of the monsters in their closets or under their bed. Not me, I know there is a monster far worse than anything kids can imagine. The monster that lives in my living room is the scariest monster of all. I call him Daddy.

He wasn’t always a monster. Before Mommy left he was nice. He always smelled like honey and he never frowned. Now he never smiles and smells yucky. I think it’s the stuff he drinks from the brown bottle that makes him stink.

I have to go now. The monster is coming up the stairs. I can hear the belt buckle clink against the hallway stairs’ railing. I can’t hide anymore. Every time I hide he hits me more.

Why did Mommy leave us?

Why does Daddy become a Monster at night?

Why me?