It was a hot summer day in late August. From a distance, mirages of water painted the horizon from the heat of the black concrete road. the farmers fields glowed bright green with tall stalks of corn lined perfectly on both sides of the road. Beyond the field in the distance, vultures circled above a house I had once lived and a house that imprisoned my soul. One of the most vile people I had ever met still calls that house a home. My father takes residency and has spent his whole life there. Causing misery to any soul that decides to make their way to his doorstep. I feel empathy to this day for anyone who has to be in his presence. he's a monster that I wished didn't exist and the main reason I had to escape.
At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon before I had even known I was going to escape. School had just released, and I finally arrived at my father's house, which is where I lived at the time. While walking up to the porch of the house I saw a cardboard box about the size of a cinder block laying between the front door and the screen door. I search the package for a senders address but there wasn't one, I anticipated the arrival of a package from my mother I assumed it was mine so I picked up the box and brought it in the house. I called out that I was home but I received no reply. I searched the house and no one was home. "I guess everyone is still at work" I thought to myself. I decided to open the package. I was really excited cause I had not heard from my mother in a long while. I was not allowed to contact her. My father had set that rule in stone. I now know it was most likely to keep him out of trouble for the things he had done. I grabbed a box cutter knife out of the toolbox my father kept under the sink, placed t...
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...hen asked "Is there anyone that would keep you safe away from your father, somewhere you could live?" I said "my mother would in a heartbeat." the principal told me "hang tight, I'm going to make a few phone calls." she left for a few minutes came back and informed me "that my mother was on her way to pick me up and that I was most likely going to live with my mother for good." I was most ecstatic and couldn't believe how well things were turning out. My mother arrived to pick me up the principal wished us a farewell. I jumped in my moms car and started driving. We made our way In between the corn fields on that hot summer road. I glanced one last time in the rear view window, eyed the vultures that circled the nightmare I had just lived. "This is the best thing that could ever happen to me!" I thought to myself "This will be the most memorable day of my life."
The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
When I was younger I would walk to school every day and I would walk pass this brick house that stood on the corner by its self with three green steps leading to a white door. For some reason that house always looked familiar to me and I always had a bad feeling about this house but I have never known why, until one day my dad picked me up from school and we walked passed that same house and I asked my dad why does that house look so familiar? He told me that I was born and raised in that house until I was ten years old. He told me that two guys broke into that house and tried to rob our house while everyone was sleep. My dad was just getting off of work when he caught one of the robbers and the other jumped out of the window. My dad told me
One day my momma took me and my sister to her God Mother’s house, meanwhile me and Makenzie was playing a game on my phone. Makenzie and I got to Kizzy’s God Mother’s house. Kizzy and I got out of the car and said, “Bye Momma”. Our momma, “Bye guys, see you later”. Kizzy and I went in her God Mom’s house. One hour later Kizzy asked, “Jeffery, do you want to go outside?” I said, “Sure”. When Kizzy and I got outside, Kizzy asked “Jeffery can you teach me how to ride a bike?” I said no problem.
A deadly thought washed over me, suddenly causing me to become calm.I look over to my father and a shudder vibrates through my body.This man right now-I have no idea who he is-money,power and greed they've all changed him for the worse.Changed him to the point,where I doubt, remorse or sympathy is even evident in his blood.
For me, it was very hard having my parents divorce, but I think it helped me become the person I am today. Even though I know that it was better for my parents to no longer be together, it still hurt me. I am not very close with my mother and that is why I partially blame my parents divorce on her. Me not being close to her affects me everyday. As a result of my parents divorcing, it has caused me a lot of emotional trauma for the past four years.
It was 21 October 2004 when my parents decided to divorce, it was the day my sister Kafiya was born, I was 3 years old, and my sister Ugbaad was 2 years old. My mother was really frustrated, but I don’t know why. I went to her and try to give her a huge hug, so perhaps she might cool down, but she refused and pushed me away. After that, I went to my father, he was confused, and this time I didn’t try to hug him, but when he saw me he hugged me and cried a lot. To be honest, I use to love my father more than I loved my mother even today. My father stood up and prepared himself to leave. He went outside of the house and drove his car fast. I was worrying about what would happen to him and what he would do next. After my father left, my mother
I could think of a place not that far away that use to be happy all day, everyday. The kids were able to stay outside until the street lights came on, having fun like there wasn’t anything going on. Its called our neighborhood. When we were younger there was not this much going on. None of the shooting, fighting and gang violence that's happening now. Everything has changed, people went a little bit too far on drugs, alcohol and stopped caring about their children, their future and everything around them.
We were half way out the door until I realized that the door alarm didn’t go off. After that I thought I was a master escape artist. (P.S I thought that master escape artist meant thief when I was little). At one point while leaving the store I was about to blurt out that I stole the glasses but to stop myself I had to hold my breath. My mom saw me holding my breath and
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
“surely it will firm up mom,” I said yearning to get them done so that I could go eat turkey. “Why don’t you go take one of the pecan pies to grandmom’s house so that we will not have to waste time later on.” Ok I said happy to finally have something to do. We loaded up into my dad’s truck and started to leave for the three minute drive to my other grandmas. I held the burning hot pie on my lap so that it would not slip and fall. It was so hot from just being out of the oven that I had to hold it with a towel. As we drove my mouth started to water. I was very hungry to get my hands on a slice of the other pie. The pie smelled so good! When we go to my grandma’s house I handed the pie to my dad to carry up the steps. When we got there my grandma greeted us at the door. She looked at the pie and said “yum” I knew this was a good sign! We chated a little bit and then it was time to leave. We got back in the car for the ride home. I looked at my watch. 12:00. “Oh no,” I groaned. “We are really going to be late!” When we got home I walked inside and just barely got my coat off when my mom came in the living room with the
In my wallet, I store dire personal items such as my lisence and some pictures. Among other things, I have my money, like everybody else, and certificates for stores. This summer, I went to the Keys with my family. I drove down there with my wallet and took it everywhere with me, like I would any other time. Well, when someone doesn't have pockets, then it is hard to keep their wallet right next to them at all times. I was carrying my wallet out from the hotel, along with my keys, and set both on top of the car. When I figured out that I needed the keys in order to get in the car and turn it on, I took them off the top of the roof, leaving my wallet behind. I sat in the car, car door open, waiting for my dad to make it to the car so we could all go to a diving area. Once he made it to the car, without thinking, I closed the door and started the car. I had been driving about half a mile before I realized that my wallet was no longer on my body. Immediately, I pulled the car over, and the next hour or so was spent looking for my wallet. All I could think about was what I would lose if I didn't find my wallet. The week before was my birthday, and I was given $60 to Best Buy and $50 to Auto Zone. Aside from that I had $3 in cash. While walking up and down the road that my wallet flew off on, my sister found my two Best Buy cards.