The strong stench of liquor creeps through the door
My step father trudges in and slams the door like a gunshot
The taste of tears in my mouth
My brother grabs my hand and hides me in the corner
A soft, blue comforter covers my small scarred body.
My mother screaming at him
Terrified like a child in the dark, You can't do this.
He was going to drive the truck into the river,
So when he walked out of the door everything looked so dark
I scream,
My mother grabs the Value Place landline so fast its like a lightening bolt.
Several minutes pass before the police
Banging at the door
They got here in time, he never even left the parking lot.
They asked a million questions,
Then leave.
Fear overcomes me like a fear of God,
as I observe the door opening
My step father trudges through the door
As terrified as I was I go back to the comfort of the white, big hotel bed
I drift into a silent peaceful sleep
I forget about tonight
I have never slept so peacefully.
-Faith Eidson
