Hi I'm Mike. I'm under hypnosis.

Flash Fiction (Partial)

I remember when my dad gave me my first drink. I was eleven. He said it was time to learn how to be a man. I looked up to him and saw him as the manliest-man i ever saw. So i didn't hesitate when he held my head back and let the Jack Daniels roll down my seven-year-old throat. CLUG. CLUG. Cl- COUGH. The coughs kept coming, and the sting didn't stop. I being of no sound seven year old mind was what the adults back then called inebriated. My head spun and my stomach churned, and every time i ran to throw it up, my dad yelled, "keep it down Mike!" I was terrified to disappoint him, so I swallowed the pizza, which he ordered for dinner every Wednesday, combined with the Demon, Jack. The taste became worse and worse every time I tried to heave it. Then the dizziness came and the next think I felt was a a big thunk on the back of my head. I blacked out. Wait, I do remember something, my mother, she was out of town on business, she was always out of town. He pulled me by my legs into his bedroom, and turned me over. He pulled my pajama pants down, I asked him what he was doing. He said nothing, he didn't look at me, he just turned my head around. I don't know what he did, but the next thing i felt was a slippery feeling in my bottom. I turned around again, but this time he forced my head around and held it there. I tried to struggle, but his body was so big, I couldn't wiggle away. His massive weight was crushing my fragile seven-year-old body, and my breath was becoming shallow.