Chapter Thirteen

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Well, now you know one of many parts of the down hill spiral. So how about another one?

Let me tell you about the drunk of a father I had. At some points I didn't even consider him a dad. Just the town drunk.

There were points where as I said before where he would call me "little idiot". He would say he was going to fight me and what not. Usually I just yelled back at him until he went away.

But there was one night that was different. It started around 3:00 p.m. when he started drinking. He would go off on my sister. He would go off on my mom. But that night he would go off more than usual.

I was laying in bed listening to music. Back then I would listen to music when I went to bed. It would help me sleep.

Our cat Sox (my mom named him after the Chicago White Sox) was in my room on my dresser knocking stuff over. All of a sudden my dad blew open my door and started slamming my dresser drawers.

" Why are you doing this! " he said. Well, he used other words I'm not going to type.

I yelled back "I've been laying in bed! Sox is up there messing around!"

He just kind of looked at me and stormed off.

"Okay...that was easy" I thought to myself. But then he started yelling and cussing from his room. Saying he was going to hurt me and what not.

I was scared for my life. I truly was. So I texted my mom. All she said was it'll be okay. I didn't know if it would or not.

Now, keep in mind, I haven't really prayed ever. Never really was in church. Even with Cody, I just kind of showed up. So, I went and got a hammer and kept it at my side.

I wasn't going to kill him like my mom thought. Just defend myself. All I was going to do was make sure he couldn't hurt me.

But I never used it. I just started talking to God. Not really knowing how. I was really just sobbing.

But all of a sudden a peace rushed over me. I became calm. I've never felt that way before. I knew that everything would be okay. I knew somehow that there was someone with me.

I knew from that night, that there is a God.

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