Steve Bunting

It was hard because I wanted to be grateful, right?

But it was just still like the abuse was too much.

And, you know, I just did not like this guy very much at all.

crazy thing is is um when i was in eighth grade um my brother we were having dinner and my stepdad was sitting in the living room and i guess my brother drummed on the back of his chair with some butter knives when they were gone i didn't know about this my stepdad came in he ran his hand across the back of the chair and he was like what is this

And my brother looked at me and I'm like, Mitch, like, dude, like I knew I wasn't going to rat on my brother and say it was him.

So I knew we're about to both get it.

And he just kind of gave me that look.

And I gave him that look back, like, bro, come on.

And I'm like, I don't know.

And he asked my brother and he's like, I don't know.

He's like, stand up, go to the living room.

And we'd go in there and he'd make us bend over and touch our toes.

And we'd have to stay there until he got the paddle.

And we'll come in and, you know, hit us with a paddle.

But, um...

So I go in there that day, and I remember I leaned over.

I was just kind of looking at him waiting, but there's no way I was going to rat on him.

There's no way he was my ride or die.

We'd been through so much, and I just ate it.

I took my lashings, and he sent me back to the table, and I sat there with my ass on fire trying to eat my hamburger helper or whatever we had to eat that night, and then he fired Mitch up, and he fired him up worse than me.