I live with my mom. She beats me a lot. One day, I was sleeping in my room. Mom came in and hit me on the head with a frying pan (still hot because she was cooking with it so it burned my skin because when she hit me she pushed it hard into my face and kept it there). She screamed: “Get the fuck up, you’ll be late for work!” I was screaming: “It burns! It burns!” She took the pan off my head and slapped me. She said: “Don’t be a faggot or I’ll kill you.” I looked at the clock and said: “Work isn’t for another two hours!” She grabbed my hair with both hands and dragged me out of the bed onto the floor. Then she kept kicking me, every kick she screamed: “Get up!” So I cried. Mom started stomping on my head. I punched her in the cunt. She fell down and screamed. I crawled on top of her and put my hands around her neck and choked her. Dad game into the room, looked at us, smiled, and gave me two thumbs-up and laughed. Then he closed the door. Mom grabbed the pan while I was looking at Dad and hit me on the head with it. I fell off Mom. She tried to hit me with it again. I crawled away from her into the bathroom and locked the door. I found my work uniform (a chicken mascot costume because I work at a fast food chicken store) and put it on. I got the toilet brush and toilet plunger. Then I opened the door. Mom was still in my room and jumped at me with the frying pan. The pan bounced off my costume. I hit her with the brush and plunger over and over again until she fell down. I took her pan away from her and stepped on her neck and pushed the toilet plunger on to her face until it stuck like a suction cup. When I left the room Mom was trying to pull it off. I went to the kitchen. Dad asked: “Are you winning son?” I said: “Mom is still alive.” Dad cried and threw boiling hot coffee in my face. I screamed and cried. Then I ate breakfast and had coffee. Then I walked to work with the toilet brush and pan in case the blacks try to mug me.