BLOG LIFE

part3

We as a family (me, my mum and brother- (oh yeah I forgot to menton I have a brother)) had to take life as it came, just day by day. I simply knew what was going on. I might of been young but I certainly wasn't stupid but as for my brother things for him were much harder to comprehend so he didn't understand at all what was going on. Guess, he figured that dad was hitting mum but it was generally as simple as that. 

After my dads antics at sports day, he was sent to prison for assault. HE DEFINITELY DESERVED IT, I can tell you that. My mum always made me and my brother go and see him. I always remember, she'd take us to whatever prison he was in this week (he always got moved from prisons because of his behaviour- I'm not suprised) and we'd have to go through security checks and give the guards/ officers at reception our passports to show them who we were. IT WAS SCARY! I'd have to sit and wait in this room with other people like people who were visiting their friends, boyfriends, fathers. I WAITED AND WAITED! There he was. He walked out casually as though he'd done nothing wrong, a smile on his face, and arms wide open expecting a hug and a kiss from me and my mum.

A year went by and it was the day of my dads release but my mum wasn't picking him up. He had to find his own way home as me and my brother were at school and my mum was at work, but I knew at quarter past 3 that day when I got home, he'd be there. I WAS WRONG.. 

So it was quarter past 3, my day was over and my mum had come and collected us. YAY, DAD WAS AT HOME, WAITING. I WAS SO HAPPY, EXCITED LIKE IT WAS CHRISTMAS AND I WAS ABOUT TO OPEN MY PRESENTS. Mum put the key in the door, and slowly turned it. We walked into the house.

I screamed, 'DAD'.

There was no answer.

Again I screamed, 'DADDY WE'RE HOME'. I looked around and I couldn't find him.

That night my mum sat up waiting for him to come home and I cried myself to sleep, hugging my brother up so tightly, but he never returned. I heard my mum coming to bed and climb in as she'd put me and my brother into her bed. The last thing, I remember of that night was my mum snivelling and moving to wipe away her tears, whispering 'I love you kids, no matter what'. 

At that point, even though I was young, I knew my mum was hurting. He was putting her through pain and mostly definitely my mum didn't deserve it at all. We didn't know where he was, or what he was doing? He never phoned to say 'sorry'. He was gone but not for just that night but two nights. SUSPICIOUS! 

After them two days of his disappearance, he returned home. My mum went mental; punching, kicking and slapping and he just grabbed her by her two wrists and flung her like she was a doll who didn't want to be used anymore. He shouted at her as though she'd done something wrong. He slapped her.

'YOU FUCKING FAT SLAG, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE HITTING' were his exact words and at this point MY MUM FELT WORTHLESS!