Just got home from another week of listening to my grandparents curse each other, smelling smoke every time I walked in the house and having the smell of smoke every time I left, while listening to my sister complain about my Dad every five minutes. This was life for me every other week at my Dad’s. I never knew though that that night of my Mom’s week was going to be the worst night of my life. That night began as every other Sunday night. I threw my stuff in my room, grabbed something to eat, but instead of going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep.
However, my mom loved Kevin and so that meant we had to love Kevin as well for my mom’s happiness, time went by and Kevin grew on my brothers and I, we loved him like a father. I was starting 8th grade that year, which was the same year it was my mom and Kevin’s one-year marriage anniversary. On that day, I was in a garage with people I thought were my friends. What happened in that garage changed my life. I was raped , I constantly said no, I was terrified at what would happen if I told my mom, what would go through her mind, what would happen to me, what would the other kids think if they found out.
The Most Traumatizing Experience When I was six I went through the most traumatizing experience any six year old can go through. It was 2002 during Christmas break and one morning I woke up so early that I was the only one awake in the house except my older sister who was in charge of my siblings and I while my parents were out working. I was so hungry and wanted to have breakfast but I couldn’t do it for myself because my mom always told me not to use the kitchen owing to the fact that she was afraid that I might cause a fire because of my young age. I went to my older sister who had the privilege of using the kitchen to ask for her help but she told, me that it was to early to prepare anything and It would be better if I waited till my other siblings to wake up so that she can make breakfast for all of us. What she said was reasonable but being the arrogant t little kid I was,
Christmas had just passed and the New Year of 1998 was approaching fast. My parents had always bickered but this time their fights seemed to escalate to almost a straight-out brawl. That night I was to go out on a date with my soon-to-be boyfriend. My dad didn’t think too highly of this. Hours passed as normal and I was leaving with my date to go to the movies.
It happened when I was in the 1st grade, it was raining as I was walking home from school with my brother and aunt. All I could remember on the way home was that I couldn’t wait to play with my new tape recorder that my dad had bought me. My mother didn’t go to work for some reason that day so we rang the doorbell so that she could open the door. I guess she was taking so long my aunt just took out her keys to open out two doors, and that’s when it all began. Having a gun pointed to someone’s face must be a accelerating moment, so just image three people pointing guns to your family and your face.
First time I saw my father so tensed or I should say so confuse about what happened with my mom. That night we both didn’t sleep, not even for a minute. He asked me to miss my school for the next day. With all the courage I said “okay, but you please do not worry, everything will be all right”, this was probably the most courageous reply a 10 year old son could give. Next day, apathy, what I saw on her face when I woke up, looking outside the window blankly.
I woke up at 8am, looked out my window and saw two large moving trucks. I sat up and looked around my room but could barely recognize it because it was filled with boxes. I was so sad and just wanted to crawl under my covers and stay there forever, but I put a fake smile on and helped my parents out. Many people had stopped by to say their goodbyes, it was very depressing and there was a lot of tears shed. The next day arrived before I knew it, our car was packed and we started the twenty hour drive to Nebraska.
My older brother Jackson once called her reckless, and I wasn’t quite sure what that meant and when I asked he told me it was like when she got in that car with that man one morning instead of taking the school bus like she was supposed to. On Thursday when she came to watch me, we sat on the couch and watched reality television. I didn’t understand why because she once told me she hated reality television because it was just fake people acting stupid and attempting to make it look real, then she told me to never act fake because I deserved to be myself and I agreed because I didn’t know what else to say even though I wasn’t very sure what she meant. I saw one of the girls on the show leave her house through her window in the middle of the night and I remembered a few times when I had seen Savannah do it too. The last time was back a few weeks, I saw her from my window.
During the pass twenty four hours he had figured out the pressure point that released the door latch. He entered and squeezed along the narrow corridor until he reached the ladder. Hajji saw him and stood from the desk to take the tray. "Sorry it took me so long," Nate said as he climbed down into the room. He hadn't been able to bring food since noon.
It was every parent’s worst nightmare. That feeling of uneasiness, not knowing if you’ll ever know the truth, fled the minds of my parents. Two days ago, on November 16, my life flashed before my eyes twice. The first had happened around 7:30 in the evening and I was on my way to my best friends house. I had gone to her house a thousand times before, and I didn’t think this time would be any different.