Where The Wild Strawberries Once Grew

the elder wept

Gran is narrating,

She broke our hearts. Five two barely hundred pounds, took every beat, every punch and every boot kick, not shedding a tear. If I could pull out of this limbo I'm in I would lunge over her and take his angry, drunken assault. She's down you bastard. Stop. Wake up out of your madness you beast. 

Sister was crying---she wept and wailed like we do at our funerals on our reservations. 

There will be consequences, we curse you. You will suffer for what you've done. Then my fear climbed higher and higher in hopes it would shatter the barricades of heaven: the children are next. 

Then she looked up, straight at me and her blood red burst blood vessel eyes acknowledged my plea. The mother waited until her mate turned his back. She burst forward, my sister's hands pushing her forward and I kicked a two by four at my daughter's feet. Get it babe, get it. Daughter moved her swollen face down to the ground, blood dripping from the gashes congealing trying to keep her alive protecting her crown. My child. My only daughter move! 

I wrapped my arms around his neck hoping I could ghost him, freeze him long enough for her to do the deed. My arms fades through his body; curse death, curse mortality. I gave up my ghost in exchange for his death, vowing I'd wait on the other side and show him what wrath truly is... 

As I disintegrated, my hands clasping my own chest in remembrance of my first death... I caught vision of my last sight her on this wretched earth. Daughter slammed the board towards him but missed. Sister lunged forward, giving up the ghost travelling with her hands deep into his back bones. 

Ronald grabbed his chest and cried out, "Oh God." 

As we were carried away by fire, we cheered, our beautiful future lay alive and safe. The rest is up to her. Liberty and the kids lives were now safe from all harm. Love does conquer all. Love---lives forever... we hope.