A Sadistic fuck"
That was what Stevie Shay was.
He loved the power. The power of hurting and controlling someone's life. He at first when he was young started to torture and his dog.
He used to play with the puppy. But he played a little rough. He would throw the puppy up against his couch and spin it around until it puked. He would kick the dog and have mock lynchings with it.
His eyes would bulge and his adrenaline would pump as the dog gasped for air. Then he would release. He would always release right before the dog was at a loss for breath.
He would look into its doe eyes and smile. He felt like god at these points in his life and he loved the power that was his.
He would bully, and beat up his friends in the neighborhood. He was such a mean child that the kids would avoid him. Any friend he did have was beaten, broken, and jaded by his words.
He loved to torture and beat those that were around. He had gotten a gun and started to kill birds. He had also sawed his neighbor's cat in half. It was gruesome and bloody. It frightened as the cat screeched and its hair flew all around the floor. He knew that he would get in trouble for this so he tried to bury it.
He was found out. His parents sent him to see a psychiatrist and a couple therapists to find out what was wrong with the boy. The boy explained he liked the power. He had the power to control and take away someone's or something's life, he wanted to be God.
He was prescribed and put on pills from age 12 all up through college. He graduated and became a Lawyer. After serving a couple years he became a Judge. In the poorest part of the town.
This town was his to mold and bend. He decided who lived or died. How many years, to how much money was old. His corruption and his power had taken him to wealth. Life isn't a fairy tale and those that are evil don't perish. Those that are evil usually win.
---
She looked up from the back of the court with her hand clenched. Her hair was matted and disheveled. She had been crying for days and biting her fingernails for the sentencing of her son.
Her eyes were covered with black mascara that had run down her face in direct lines. She looked like she had painted her face for Halloween,
She was poor.
Dirt poor.
Those who saw her could tell by the embedded smell of cigarettes. She had also worn clothes she had gotten from the good will on sale.
She had always been weak. To weak to get through school with an alcoholic rapist father who had her so well trained that she wouldn't go to school for weeks because of the beatings he would take.
He would laugh as he would cackle and snort out the words in the foulest and most impure way.
"You don't need to go to school you Bitch, There's no need for a whore like you!"
She would cry in those days as he would beat her and molest her while she was young. She would look around the town for someone to try and save her and no person ever did.
People in the town knew she was getting beat, the could see the welts and discoloration on her face.
She had been told she was ugly and disgusting her entire being. Her mother knew about everything but could do nothing. She had raised her daughter the way a rose of the south had been raised.
She was weak, dumb, and accommodating. Every time he hit her, she in her heart felt she deserved. Every time he ravished her body she would cry, but knew that this was her lot in life.
Her mother would ignore it. Better it her daughter than her. This was the way the south was and she understood that this was her lot in life. She hadn't gone to school past the 6th grade.
The lady had been pretty once, but the beating's she had taken over the years and also how she started to usurious life style of alcohol to dull the pain and despair that was her life.
She got married at age 15 to another alcoholic who beat her worse than her father ever could of dreamed of. She had a child at age 17 and tried to raise him through all of this.
She would collect cans, and put her soul heart into this son of hers. She made sure he went to school, and learned how to read and write even though she couldn't. Her motherly skills were immaculate and somehow they survived.
Her son Stevie was a good kid. Weak and meager like her mother but trustworthy and true. He just wanted to fit in with a group. He was poor and the only ones that would have him were the Stunner boys. They were known for there lowlife dealings.
They had stolen a car, and also crashed this car into a mini-van on the freeway. Two of the passengers died.
Stevie had been with them when they stole the car. He didn't even realize what was going on. They were just supposed to "borrow" Kayliana's dad's car. They knew her from school.
When they crashed and killed two passengers the prosecuting attorney charged them with grand theft auto, and vehicular man slaughter, also to get a for sure charge Attempting to flee from a police officer.
The death of the passengers was debated and they decided to charge them as adults. Stevie was only 15. His life could be over.
That's why the saw this middle aged broken woman forgotten by America was sitting there in the room crying dabbing each tear from her cheek with such weakness and strength it was astonishing.
"Have you reached the verdict?'
--
That was what Stevie Shay was.
He loved the power. The power of hurting and controlling someone's life. He at first when he was young started to torture and his dog.
He used to play with the puppy. But he played a little rough. He would throw the puppy up against his couch and spin it around until it puked. He would kick the dog and have mock lynchings with it.
His eyes would bulge and his adrenaline would pump as the dog gasped for air. Then he would release. He would always release right before the dog was at a loss for breath.
He would look into its doe eyes and smile. He felt like god at these points in his life and he loved the power that was his.
He would bully, and beat up his friends in the neighborhood. He was such a mean child that the kids would avoid him. Any friend he did have was beaten, broken, and jaded by his words.
He loved to torture and beat those that were around. He had gotten a gun and started to kill birds. He had also sawed his neighbor's cat in half. It was gruesome and bloody. It frightened as the cat screeched and its hair flew all around the floor. He knew that he would get in trouble for this so he tried to bury it.
He was found out. His parents sent him to see a psychiatrist and a couple therapists to find out what was wrong with the boy. The boy explained he liked the power. He had the power to control and take away someone's or something's life, he wanted to be God.
He was prescribed and put on pills from age 12 all up through college. He graduated and became a Lawyer. After serving a couple years he became a Judge. In the poorest part of the town.
This town was his to mold and bend. He decided who lived or died. How many years, to how much money was old. His corruption and his power had taken him to wealth. Life isn't a fairy tale and those that are evil don't perish. Those that are evil usually win.
---
She looked up from the back of the court with her hand clenched. Her hair was matted and disheveled. She had been crying for days and biting her fingernails for the sentencing of her son.
Her eyes were covered with black mascara that had run down her face in direct lines. She looked like she had painted her face for Halloween,
She was poor.
Dirt poor.
Those who saw her could tell by the embedded smell of cigarettes. She had also worn clothes she had gotten from the good will on sale.
She had always been weak. To weak to get through school with an alcoholic rapist father who had her so well trained that she wouldn't go to school for weeks because of the beatings he would take.
He would laugh as he would cackle and snort out the words in the foulest and most impure way.
"You don't need to go to school you Bitch, There's no need for a whore like you!"
She would cry in those days as he would beat her and molest her while she was young. She would look around the town for someone to try and save her and no person ever did.
People in the town knew she was getting beat, the could see the welts and discoloration on her face.
She had been told she was ugly and disgusting her entire being. Her mother knew about everything but could do nothing. She had raised her daughter the way a rose of the south had been raised.
She was weak, dumb, and accommodating. Every time he hit her, she in her heart felt she deserved. Every time he ravished her body she would cry, but knew that this was her lot in life.
Her mother would ignore it. Better it her daughter than her. This was the way the south was and she understood that this was her lot in life. She hadn't gone to school past the 6th grade.
The lady had been pretty once, but the beating's she had taken over the years and also how she started to usurious life style of alcohol to dull the pain and despair that was her life.
She got married at age 15 to another alcoholic who beat her worse than her father ever could of dreamed of. She had a child at age 17 and tried to raise him through all of this.
She would collect cans, and put her soul heart into this son of hers. She made sure he went to school, and learned how to read and write even though she couldn't. Her motherly skills were immaculate and somehow they survived.
Her son Stevie was a good kid. Weak and meager like her mother but trustworthy and true. He just wanted to fit in with a group. He was poor and the only ones that would have him were the Stunner boys. They were known for there lowlife dealings.
They had stolen a car, and also crashed this car into a mini-van on the freeway. Two of the passengers died.
Stevie had been with them when they stole the car. He didn't even realize what was going on. They were just supposed to "borrow" Kayliana's dad's car. They knew her from school.
When they crashed and killed two passengers the prosecuting attorney charged them with grand theft auto, and vehicular man slaughter, also to get a for sure charge Attempting to flee from a police officer.
The death of the passengers was debated and they decided to charge them as adults. Stevie was only 15. His life could be over.
That's why the saw this middle aged broken woman forgotten by America was sitting there in the room crying dabbing each tear from her cheek with such weakness and strength it was astonishing.
"Have you reached the verdict?'
--
