The Closet :: Creative Writing Essays

The Closet      Wolfgang knew about his sustains past. It wasnt talked about much, butwhen it was, Wolfgangs mouth would perspire saliva and he would swallow it withfear. His past terrified him, scared him so much one time while listening a smallpuddle began to work on around his left leg.      His father had n ever so hit him or anything. His friends, they all got thebelt, slap across the butt. Wolfgang tried to explain to them the stories, butthey all thought he had it easy. The stories consisted of a kid, a nondescriptive child. Wolfgang guessed it was supposed to be his dad.  The storieswere of the same idea, of a kid being bad and getting punished for it. But theywerent your butt slapping punishments identical all the other kids got. They werekids locked away in basements for the rats to eat, getting sold on the street todirty men, things to the degree only the grotesque mind could imagine such(prenominal) ahorror.   & nbsp  But when Wolfgang was really menacing or his dad was drunk he would tellthe story of the kid in the insistence. The kid in the closet story scared Wolfgangso much he wouldnt dare get near one.      The night had fallen and the dealers came out just after dusk, so Wolfgang go his toys from the corner and walked up the apartment stairs. As his littletwelve year old legs climbed the steps, he had to pass the bums that lay cold onthe steps with their bottles of liquor. erst to the top of the staircase hepassed a recent 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, againin a drunken state. Get  your ass in here he grabbed Wolfgang by the ear andpulled in him.         You know what use to proceed to me when I was a kid? he asked.   &nbs p Not the closet, please no. Wolfgang pleaded with him. He didnt want tohear it one more time, or not ever again.        Oh you want to hear about the kid in the closet? he took time to sayit with ease and in such a matter that it scared Wolfgang so much he began tobeg.     No, no, please, please dont, anything, whip me like the other boys,anything. He couldnt hold back the tears.      Wolfgangs crying only worsened the scene and his father picked him up by