Frankenstein Monster Monologue

It was the loud “Bang!” that left a gaping hole in the wall, the “Thump!” of the vase that went flying across the living room, and the “Crash!” of the figure falling onto the hardwood floor.
It was the ever-so-unapologetic “I’m sorry…”, the oh-so-loving laughter, and the slurs of a drunken bastard.

These were the sounds made by the man that called himself, my father – my monster.

The monster that thought it was okay to lay his hands on the ones that he swore he had loved, the monster that had severely damaged us since the very first time. He wasn’t furry with sharp teeth and talons, nor was he hiding under my bed, waiting to scare me after I had fallen asleep. I’ve never been scared of monsters…until the only monster that scared me was the