The Closet :: Creative Writing Essays

The Closet      Wolfgang knew somewhat his fathers past. It wasnt talked ab pop out practically, butwhen it was, Wolfgangs mouth would perspire saliva and he would back away it withfear. His past scared him, scared him so much one conviction while listening a smallpuddle began to form rough his left leg.      His father had never hit him or anything. His friends, they all got thebelt, smooch across the understructure. Wolfgang tried to explain to them the stories, butthey all thought he had it easy. The stories consisted of a kid, a zero(prenominal)descriptive 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 like all the other kids got. They werekids locked away in basements for the rats to eat, getting exchange on the street todirty men, things to the degree still the grotesque header could imag ine such ahorror.      But when Wolfgang was really menacing or his dad was drunk he would tellthe story of the kid in the loo. 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 Wolfgangmoved his toys from the corner and walked up the flatbed stairs. As his littletwelve year old legs climbed the steps, he had to going the bums that lay cold onthe steps with their bottles of liquor. Once to the top of the stairway hepassed a late dealer, and headed toward his home.         As Wolfgang reached to the door it swung open virtually 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 present he grabbed Wolfgang by the ear andpulled in him.         You know what use to take on to me when I was a kid? he asked.     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, hit 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