From there on he played a roll in my life. I later learnt that I had an older brother he was three years older than I was. At this time he was twelve, by the looks of things shamar was my Father's most prized possession.
My grandmother was a kind woman and at times she would call and ask mom if I could come and spend sometime with the family.
This made shamar very jealous I guess he felt as if I was trying to steal his dad.
He was a wolf in sheep clothing, he would hit me and tell me the worst sets of things.
I remember one day I was in my dad's room watching television he came and took the remote and change the station.
We argued and then he hit me I decided I wasn't taking anymore of the abuse. I hit him and we started fighting, I pushed him into the cabinet and the glass broke.
My grandmother came into the room just in time to see broken glass all over.
All of us just stood there wondering how to explain this to the man with the huge temper. God knows what he'll say or do.
We both cleaned the room and sat awaiting our punishment.
He then came from work dirty as always, he was an engineer so it was justified.
My grandmother told him and he went inside the room and took a look he later came out with a belt covered with iron circles.
We both saw this and immediately started crying. He called shamar and told him to hold out his hand so he did. Dad fold the belt in two halves and started slapping him in both hands. I could hear the wind in each slap he got.
I can still remember him crying and begging. I can't believe I'm saying this I really felt bad for that piece of shit.
My dad has never placed his hands on me so I guess this would be the first and really I I deserved it.
To my surprised when he was finished with shamar he looked at me and said "if mi Eva beat you it would a be sin look how you skinny". He just told me to go get my bag he was taking me home.
For that hold time in the car he kept quiet.
Up until now he hasn't laid his hand on me.
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Fatherless By Petagay McKenzie
Storie breviAutobiography by Petagay McKenzie growing up without a father in the early stages of life, when he came around i often tried fixing the relationship that was broken I often felt it was a fault of mine but now I couldn't careless at least I tried.
