Chapter 13
Little Andy Couldn’t Sleep . . .
He couldn’t, he was too afraid. He had gone to bed at nine under the threat of the belt. Dad wasn’t having any more of his excuses or stories.
“Everybody has nightmares,” his dad had said. “Get over it kid, it’s called growing up.”
Then he had sent Andy down the hall to his room with a stinging rap to the back in his head. His dad called them love taps.
Once Andy heard his mom say love hurts, and he knew exactly what she meant. Dad gave his mom love taps too sometimes, and even when they made her bleed and cry they always ended up kissing and hugging again. Dad hardly ever hit Andy hard enough to make him bleed, but he left bruises.
When he got mad he hit harder, so Andy tried not to make him mad. That was why he had closed his eyes
