‘Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.’
Proverbs 3:5-5
Pounding on the doors awoke me from my reverie. The doorknob was twisting and then there was this huge weight pushing against me, as I shook my head to clear myself from the wonkiness. My hair was all messed and tangled; the constant noise was clearly because of my dad.
I looked at the clock near my hospital cabinet near my bed and saw that it was just four to five minutes after 2. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, thinking. That means I blanked out after that little episode with my dad only five minutes ago. Now my dad must be pissed and was coming after me. My arms rose in goose bumps, I felt a cold chill run through and it certainly wasn’t the cool wind coming from the windows.
“Bella! Annabelle, you open this door immediately”
“ Open up the freakin’ damn door! Open up this fuckin’ stupid door!” he yelled. His fists were coming on strong, the frame rattled and creaked under the massive pounding pressure. Clearly the bedlam would cause some disturbance or alert someone, and I was right. I heard a few coming footsteps louder as it came closer to only immediately stop, and a male’s voice came through the clamor, “ Over here. Quickly!” Either my dad couldn’t hear them over the pounding he was doing or he didn’t care, but I was sure the men were closer to eyesight that he could have seen them.
“Sir! Excuse me sir, but this has got to stop!” the stranger yelled, “You are creating a ruckus and I will not stand for it. You are completely disrespecting everyone in this facility.” I heard a few grunts and then a loud smaking sound.. Did my father just hit a stranger?
But my father ignored the man and didn’t stop his pounding, then I heard the subtle rustling of clothes. I heard a few grunts and then Smack and in response a mon or pain. What the hell was going on? I heard my father yell, “That damn girl is in this locked room, and I wish that she comes out. That girl is certainly acting like a tantrum child who is spoiled and incompetent.” Then I heard him moan in pain, but that didn’t rob my senses away when I realized what he just said to me, I felt hot wet tears coming out. I knew my father felt contempt against me but I didn’t know that he would curse me up and down like I was trash.
“Sir I would allow you not to cause such a violent outbreak of this small matter,” clearly the doctor was pissed, “ And do not speak to the young lady like that, you should show her respect, she is after all your daughter herself—”. But my dad intercepted and replied with the most coldest voice, “ She is no daughter of mine, she is a menace”
You deserve it don’t you. After all, you killed your mother, no wonder he hates you. They all hate you, my inner voice spoke of my most deepest thoughts.
Internally, the aspect of being blamed was something I hid in the darkest parts of my heart, I knew they blamed me, scorned me, criticized me but I didn’t want to believe it. The crashing pain was irreversible, unbelievable; my lungs chocked me and the air seemed to escape by the minute. I clawed at the invisible ropes that clung to my throat, but there wasn’t any. I barely could hear the rest of my father’s words because of the dark spot appearing, “…. and certainly she has destroyed the family. I have never felt such disgrace in my life.” The tear came rushing, I almost missed the doctor’s reply.
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Reminiscence
RomanceLydia Annabelle has lost her only mother, friend and ally, and through the accident her life shattered. Her dad seems distant and now she goes through several obstacles that challenge her sanity. .... She enters into a world never before seen. She...
