One day during the summer, my father was on edge and watching us carefully. It was always contagious, so when my father was on edge, we all were. My brother was walking around the trailer and he seemed agitated with the mood surrounding us. Walking out the front door, my brother mumbled something under his breath. Immediately my father sprang from the couch and screamed, “I heard that!” Coming back inside, my brother looked him square in the eye.
“I didn’t say anything to you.”
Without hesitating, my father leaped forward and put his hands around my brother’s neck. Picking him up off the floor, my father slammed him against the kitchen cabinets. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Please God make it stop! As I watched, a fear of losing my brother crept into my heart and I panicked.
“Stop! Get off him!”
My words unheard, I squeezed my eyes shut, threw my hands to my ears and screamed. My father turned to look at me.
“Shut up you little bitch!”
The moment my father was distracted, my brother began to fight against him. He managed to get loose from my father’s grasp and bolted out the front door. I watched him run towards the neighbor’s house until he was out of sight. My father propped the front door wide open so he could see out of it.
“If he thinks he’s coming back, he’s got another thing coming.”
He sat back down and continued watching tv as if he had only gotten up to go to the bathroom. I stood in the kitchen where I could see out the front door and partially down the road. I selfishly wanted my brother to come back, but I didn’t want to be in the trailer with my father any more than he did. I studied the front door for several minutes before getting up the nerve to bolt for it. I made it down the raggedy metal steps to the bottom before my head was jerked backwards. My scalp burning, I let out a piercing scream. With his hand wrapped around my ponytail, my father drug me up the steps and back inside the trailer.
“You’re not going anywhere you little bitch!”
My mother bounded toward my father. “Budd, no!” My brother came flying through the front door unseen and attacked my father before he could lay a hand on me. “You motherfucker, don’t touch my sister!” Glued to the spot where I stood frozen with fear, I had a full view of the flashing blue lights that pulled in our driveway. My brother ran outside to the officer that stepped out of his patrol car.
“There’s that motherfucker! Arrest his bitch ass,” my brother shouted while pointing towards my father who was now walking toward the officer. My father, mother, and brother were all outside to speak to the cop. I wasn’t going to chance going out the front door—my scalp was still burning. I watched my brother jumping up and down, waving his arms, screaming about what all my father had done. My father was calm. A tear slipped down his cheek as he shook his head from side to side.
“I don’t know what to do anymore. He’s out of control. I love my son, but look how he’s going off,” my father told the officer. My brother became more outraged and screamed and cursed even more. “I’m the one who called you! I called you cause he attacked my sister!” My brother pointed at me. I sat on my knees in the open doorway wailing and sobbing so hard that I was gasping for breath. My father continued talking to the cop who had introduced himself as Officer Gillan. “The way my son has been acting has everybody upset. Do you think he might need a couple days in the detention center, Officer?”
With these words, my brother flew into a new batch of curses. He started threatening my father, saying he was going to kill him. “Son, you need to calm down. I could take you in right now for those threats. That’s no way to talk to your father. You need to have some respect, boy.” Turning to my father, Officer Gillan continued, “Look, Mr. Ashley. Y’all can’t both be here with all this going on. Either you or your son need to leave for the night, at least until things cool down between y’all. Ok?” He glanced at my mother who hadn’t said a word. “Y’all figure out what y’all are gonna do, alright? I don’t wanna have to come back out here tonight.”
Officer Gillan turned and started walking toward his patrol car. My heart pounded faster.
“Don’t leave! Please don’t leave! Or take me with you! Please,” I begged. Officer Gillan barely afforded me a glance and didn’t slow down his walking. My heart wanted to leap form my chest. “TAKE ME TO JAIL! Please don’t leave me here with him! He’s gonna kill us! Take me with you! Please, please!” I cried and begged and pounded my hands on the floor, but Officer Gillan got in his patrol car and left, taking any hope I had with him.
About the Creator
I am a Creative Writing major at Belhaven University in Mississippi. I was focused on writing fiction, but within the last year I have developed a relationship with God. Now, I am here to tell my story of survival as a testimony to God.