My parents bedroom

 My parents bedroom

I just about never ventured into this room. I can remember being in it twice. once when I was being raped and held down spreadeagled, stripped gang raped. and once going in when I was very young during the day; my mother had taken on looking after a baby and I went into this room, so waking the baby and obviously got the wrath of my mother as a result. I’m sure I’ve said before that my mother used to beat me with the carpet beater and my father with a slipper or a shoe or a belt. Now that I’m  talking about it I remember also going into this room to bring my mother bread or toast and butter that she required after her naps. all of this would’ve been before I was at school age so maybe about three or four as I was born in June so I would’ve started school at four and a bit, so at most four. I Couldnt always do it right  - getting the toast and the butter and the jam on in the right order and she’d  be disappointed with my efforts and so of course I felt sad. It’s not a great room but I do remember seeing it with great curiosity when I looked at it because I’ve just about never been in there and it has a biggish window that looks out onto the back garden and it really could be quite a nice feature but it never was.

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