"Brittany, Brittany, wake up." I woke up to the sound of my father’s. It was time. He
made my brother and I wear our church clothes today he said it was important. I was seven and
on my way to court. I was going to testify against my father. Only he had no idea. When I was
younger my mother left my father. She always told me she loved but she couldn’t handle my
father. I didn’t understand. She wanted to take my brother and me away from my father but I
didn’t want to go and that scared me most of all. I didn’t want to leave my home in Fall River. It
was all I knew, it was my home, my security.
When I finally got to court, I did just as my mother told me. I told them everything my
father had ever done to my brother and I. I started to cry when I met my father’s eyes he couldn’t
believe what I was saying. Either could I it felt as though someone was running my mouth as I
remembered the long nights o f torture and pain. The day after the trial my father told me we
where all going for a fun trip. He took my Brother and I to New York. He took us before the
police could bring us back to our mom. He brought Brook and Curtis to and that made me not
afraid. About two weeks later he told me my mom had died. I cried for days but the truth was she
wasn’t dead at all. She was out looking for us. The next month was all a blur I remember saying
goodbye to my father I remember crying as they ripped me out of his arms and put me into my
mother’s. I could never forget that day.
Still till this day I have nightmares about what had happened that year and how it changed
my life forever. I wonder sometimes what would happen if I never left my father but than I
remember how happy I am now and I am glad I went through everything I went through.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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