My Dearest Encounter

Chapter 1

It has been a week now since my mother's death. I think about her every day. I wish I said the things I wanted to say to her.

While I sat on my bed, my phone started ringing.

"Hello" I said with a weary, shaky voice.

"Hi hon. Did you pack yet? Your flight is this afternoon" My father said.

"No dad, I didn't have the energy to. I will soon. What time is the flight?" I asked

"It's at 4:15 P.M. I'll see you at the airport, I will leave you to pack. I love you have a safe flight."

"I love you too. See you soon."

I hung and walked to my bathroom.

I need to pull myself together, mom would have wanted me to be strong. I brushed my teeth then took a hot shower to put my mind at ease.

After my shower I put on my black denim Hollister jeans with a black t-shirt and my black Tom's. I placed my damp brunette hair in a messy bun. I didn't have a care in the world as to what I was wearing.

I packed my luggage and went into my mother's room. I picked up her bible and things that reminded me of her that I could keep. In her jewelry box laid a red ruby necklace.

Flashback

My mom used to wear a necklace that had a ruby pendant on it. I use to watch that red ruby dangle from her neck, left to right over me as she fed me when I was a baby. That was one of my first memories. My mother's eyes were filled with so much love.
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The scariest thing is, I was never going to get to see that look again. A tear slipped down my face but I wiped it away. I told myself I would be strong because that is what my mom would want.

I went back to my room and placed my mothers things in my luggage. I walked out the front door of the place I once called home. I took a cab to the Seattle-Tacoma Airport.

As I sat on the airplane, all I could think about is what life was going to be like. Will I like Miami? What will high school be like? Will I find someone who will love me for who I am? God has a plan, why should I worry about it.

When I arrived at Miami airport I was greeted by my father and his soon to be wife Natalie.

My dad is Derrick Hamilton. He was born in Jamaica. My grandparents on my father's side are both British but moved to Jamaica after my uncle Calvin was born. My grandparents still live in Jamaica.

My dad moved to America to attend college at Washington State University. That is where he met my mom. They got married their senior year of college.

When I was young I would witness my dad beat my mom. He would come home drunk and started breaking things. Night after night.

Flashback

There was one night in particular, when I was eight years old. My dad came through the front door stumbling and hitting anything his hand came in contact with and knocking it to the ground. While holding his Hennessy bottle in one hand. My mom was in their room and I was at the dinner table finishing homework. I watched as my dad burst throw the door to his bedroom.

"You stupid bitch!" My dad yelled as his approached my mom.

He took off his belt and started beating my mother with it. She yelled and cried for him to stop but he would not let up. Instead he grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the wall. When my moms body hit the wall. She fell to the floor and started crawling to the door to exit the bedroom. Her faced was bloody and you could see bruises that were staring to form on her legs and arms.