Filthy Little Beast

I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in the world. I was just a small child but even then I knew she was an incredible beauty. Mother was nearly six foot tall with long, straight blonde hair.

She was only eighteen years old when I was born. It was just before the time when medical science could determine the sex of an unborn child. If she had known she was carrying a male child I have no doubt she would have terminated her pregnancy. She would have terminated me! She only married my father Jim Slattery so that she could have a child. A girl she could raise in her own image. She had an irrational belief that her body could only produce a female child.

It all went wrong on the day I was born. I was a breach baby and the doctors had to perform surgery to save my life. A surgery that took away her ability to ever give birth to another child and left her with a pure hatred of me.

From the beginning of my life it was my father who cared for me. My mother may have hated me but my dad was thrilled to have a son. Dad did all he could to shield me from my mother and her vile hate. I do remember that my bedroom was painted pink and my closets were full of the most expensive clothing you could imagine. The problem was that all the clothing was meant for a little girl. There was a toy chest filed with dolls and other girly toys. Dad always made sure I had toy trucks and other boy toys to play with.

When I did play with my toys I had to be very quiet. When I would make noise or run around like a normal boy my mother would burst into my room screaming at me. She always called me a filthy little beast. If my dad was at work she would make me remove my cloths for what she called a discipline session. I may have been very young but those so-called discipline sessions were burned into my mind.