| Author: | Drac Von Stoller | ISBN: | 1230001289367 |
| Publisher: | Drac Von Stoller | Publication: | July 26, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Drac Von Stoller |
| ISBN: | 1230001289367 |
| Publisher: | Drac Von Stoller |
| Publication: | July 26, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Growing up as a freak of nature is what Delbert Simpson was called by the town’s people. Delbert’s face was horribly disfigured and one shoulder was higher than the other and his brain never fully developed beyond that of an eight year old. Delbert had no girlfriend or any kind of friends, so he was a loner and the only time he felt safe to be out in public was after midnight when everyone in town was asleep. That way he knew he wouldn’t have to listen to their humiliating remarks.
Then one windy night as Delbert was doing his nightly walk, a truck full of teenagers pulled up alongside of him and started taunting him and throwing trash at him.
Delbert mumbled in a low tone of voice, “Leave me alone.”
The teenagers just laughed and stopped the vehicle. They jumped out of the back of the bed of the truck and started pushing him and calling him names. Delbert started to cry just like a little boy would for his mommy. That just made the teenagers taunt him even more until poor Delbert fell to the ground in a fetal position trying his best to protect himself, and wondering why these teenagers would want to harm him. The teenagers were kicking him in the head and ribs and spitting on him as Delbert just cried out for them to stop hurting him and let him go but they just laughed and kicked him harder and pouring beer all over his battered body as though they were watering some flowers in a garden. Delbert was bawling and telling them to stop but the teenagers just laughed and kept on kicking him.
Then all of a sudden, Delbert stopped bawling and wasn’t moving. Then one of the teens said “I think he’s dead!” One of the teens felt his pulse and said, “He’s dead! Oh my God, he’s dead and what are we going to do about it?”
Growing up as a freak of nature is what Delbert Simpson was called by the town’s people. Delbert’s face was horribly disfigured and one shoulder was higher than the other and his brain never fully developed beyond that of an eight year old. Delbert had no girlfriend or any kind of friends, so he was a loner and the only time he felt safe to be out in public was after midnight when everyone in town was asleep. That way he knew he wouldn’t have to listen to their humiliating remarks.
Then one windy night as Delbert was doing his nightly walk, a truck full of teenagers pulled up alongside of him and started taunting him and throwing trash at him.
Delbert mumbled in a low tone of voice, “Leave me alone.”
The teenagers just laughed and stopped the vehicle. They jumped out of the back of the bed of the truck and started pushing him and calling him names. Delbert started to cry just like a little boy would for his mommy. That just made the teenagers taunt him even more until poor Delbert fell to the ground in a fetal position trying his best to protect himself, and wondering why these teenagers would want to harm him. The teenagers were kicking him in the head and ribs and spitting on him as Delbert just cried out for them to stop hurting him and let him go but they just laughed and kicked him harder and pouring beer all over his battered body as though they were watering some flowers in a garden. Delbert was bawling and telling them to stop but the teenagers just laughed and kept on kicking him.
Then all of a sudden, Delbert stopped bawling and wasn’t moving. Then one of the teens said “I think he’s dead!” One of the teens felt his pulse and said, “He’s dead! Oh my God, he’s dead and what are we going to do about it?”
