[ WP ] A kid comes out as religious to his parents in a society where atheism is the norm .

`` Dad.. I believe in God'' The words stammered from my mouth as if I was fearful of what may come next. 
 
 `` What the hell do you mean,'You believe in God''' He was now brandishing his fork in front of him like a wand. `` Son, do n't you know that's a bunch of nonsense, what are they teaching you in school?'' 
 
 `` I just like to believe there's more out there then just this..'' I said as I kept my eyes directly upon my unfinished plate. 
 
 `` Well there is n't, you know that there's no such thing as'GOD'. I ca n't believe my son is one of the believers..'' He angrily pushes back his chair and leaves the dinner table leaving nothing but an awkward tension wafting in the air. 
 
 I look to my mother. Hoping that maybe I can find some solace. There was nothing to be had but a broken woman staring down at her also unfinished plate. The silence was broken by the thunderous roar of father. 
 
 `` ADAM, GET IN HERE!'' I did n't want to go. I looked one last time at my mother hoping to be saved. She shook her head and never lifted her head even once towards me. So I followed where my father's voice was coming from. He was in the dimly lit garage that smelt of oil and rust. I could n't see him very well from across the way so I edged closer. As I got closer he said these words. 
 
 ``'God' is a bunch of bullshit the government made up so they can get my money, and I'm not going allow it in my house.'' I now noticed he was holding a belt tightly in his grasp. I tried to run but he grabbed the back of my shirt and with one fluid motion removed it. I had fallen to the ground but he made sure to yank me up. 
 
 `` But dad! Why ca n't I?'' I cry out desperately. 
 
 `` Because, son. I'm not going to raise a believer. So I'll stop when you stop'' 
 
 His beatings started immediately and he had no mercy. I could n't understand why. I remember the seering pain on my back as he became more and more violent trying to break my will. 
 
 After 12 agonizing minutes I beg him to stop. 
 
 `` So you done with this crazy nonsense?'' he stares at me awaiting a response. 
 
 `` Yes, dad..'' 
 
 `` Good, now go finish your dinner..'' 
 
 I go back to the table to find my mother in the same pitiful position as before. I did n't stop believing. I ca n't stop believing. I am who I am and they ca n't stop me. Nobody can stop me. This world and it's people care about nothing anymore. I believe in God because honestly.. I have no one else.
