Once, there were a family. The parents were quite abusive to their only son. From the day of his birth, they put him through hell. It seemed as though every time that the boy tried to tell people what was happening to him, he would only receive punishment. Once, when he was very small, he spoke up, causing the authority to come to his door. Negligent though they were, his parents coaxed him and lied to him, promised him treat and reward if he were to tell the authority that all was well. All was well. After a while, the boy began to learn that he was safer not to tell. Now, to the outside world, this family seemed picture perfect. The boy’s mama seemed a perfect example of femininity. The boy’s poppa worked good business. Nobody knew there was this sinister secret. The boy’s parents were Satanists. They were ritually abusing him and raising him for destruction. Tell though the boy may, nobody seemed to ever grow the wiser. His elderly grandfather knew about the abuse that was happening. His elderly grandfather had been trying to get the authority to help the boy for years. But since the boy’s first experience with the authority, they put a mark in his file saying that the boy had to report himself. By this time, the boy had grown so shamed and hurt that he had begun to empathize with his parents. One day, the boy went to school where he was bullied heavily. A group of peers took an especial disliking to this boy and beat him within an inch of his life. The boy was so terribly wounded that he could not move for the next year. The parents of the boy continued to abuse him following this injury. But still, everybody seemed to think that they were glorious, almost magical parents. This tore the boy’s heart and he didn’t know what to think. The parents took to the news after and became friendly with the authority because of legal work they were doing. One day, when the boy was still in a wheelchair, the parents brought him to a gathering of the local media. It was a delight for all to see him. The media made such a big deal about the parents and this boy. A member of the authority seemed very pleased with the boy’s poppa. He took the two aside and told the poppa ‘if there is ever anything I can do to help you, just say the word’. The poppa glanced down at the boy in his wheelchair and said, ‘You could have my son’s record removed.’ The member of the authority looked around nervously and then said, ‘He doesn’t have a criminal record. What do you mean?’ Poppa responded, ‘When he was younger, there were some nonsense claims, claims, which may have been recorded. These must be removed.’ The member of the authority looked down at the boy questioningly. The boy believed his poppa wanted the best for him. It was all so confusing. The boy nodded naively. ‘This would mean I would have to go through the head authority registry. I could not do this if I tried. It would mean my career.’ Poppa responded, ‘You asked what you could do. This is what you can do.’ The boy looked around whimsically. The family left that day. The abuse continued. Years later, the boy recovered enough to stand for himself. He took his complaint to the authority, not remembering all of this. There was no evidence. Additional years passed.
This story is entirely fictitious. If you think it bears resemblance to anyone’s life, maybe you are reading too much into it. Anyways, this is the reason the authority are threatened by and do not want to help this fictitious boy.
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