Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd Edition)

Rubin Juvenile Court (2nd edition)

My father was my closest friend

But closer to my mother

I could not trust him with secrets

Secret feelings towards my mother

I begged him a dozen times

He said he had a duty to tell her

Then she called me into the 'warden's office'

What did you tell him, she demanded

"Go to your room and stay there

Till I tell you to come out!"

My bedroom was a cell in children's prison

Father crept in and warned me

Mother told him to lash me

"Try to sound in pain," he asked.

I did my best

I doubt it fooled her

Occasionally my sister played attorney

She warned me as often as she could

I listened

Sometimes my mother went off her deep end

After railing like a banshee at me

She went for other blood

Including my father

I stood out and challenged her

Why she has to find fault with them

When she found it with me

She almost always found in me

I could no longer live that way

"If you don't like to live here, you may leave."

She pointed to the door

I left home twice

Only to go back

Outside was so less secure

So I stood up and begged her to calm down

Carrying on over trifles

Mole hills into mountains

Finally I found the chance to leave home

After my graduation

I went abroad

She's gone long now

So am I

I haven't gone back yet