The Secret Life of a Grandpa

Anger filled his heart and his mind, he had the urge to hurt again and to hit. He was angry at everyone and everything they did. No one could do anything right! No one could understand him! He was alone, and his wife and children seemed like nothing to him. He felt the urge to hurt again even stronger now. It pleased him, he found satisfaction in it, he didn't know why. He stomped down the stairs heading towards their bedroom. He opened the door violently and saw his children sitting there with wide eyes. They knew what he was about to do and fear shown all over their faces. He began to unbuckle his belt and let it slide down to his side. "Who's first?" He had one of them come near and raised his hand high holding the belt tightly. For a moment he stopped and thought, "Why? Why am I doing this? They have done nothing." But the anger was stronger and he soon forget about his thoughts and before he knew it he hit with a mighty stroke, again and again.

 

He lay in his bed weeping and begging for it to stop. He rememberd when he was a child and his parents had done the same thing, he wished he had not done it, had not hurt them the way he had been hurt. But he found pleasure in doing it, revenge and happiness. He liked to see the fear in their eyes and the pain they went through, it was his way of getting rid of his pain. He couldn't stop himself, it was the only way, the only solution. And he hated himself for it.