Last night I woke up screaming. I don't feel concerned about it anymore because I am used to it. I scream because of the same dream, well not really a dream but a memory. A memory of my so called "father."
I was only 14 at the time. My dad was a heavy drinker and smoker. My mom always told my dad if he went out with his friends to drink or something to always stay at a hotel or somewhere far from home so my mom,my little brother Tylon and I didn't have to deal with it. But one night he didnt listen to my mom. it wasn't until about three in the morning when Tylon came into my room crying becuase he could hear dad screaming from downstairs. Ty was only six at the time so it was understandable he wanted me to protect him. I told him to stay in my room and in the closet as far away from the closet door as possible that way if my dad came in my room he wouldn't find him. I left my room and quitetly made my way downstairs. I walked right to the kitchen door and opened it to find broken plates and cups on the ground and my mom holding a frying pan. "ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME ROSE? IF YOU ARE SO HELP ME ALL THAT IS HOLY HE WON'T LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY." My dad yelled as he threw yet another plate "JOHN STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOU ARE TAKING THIS WAY TO FAR YOU ARE GONNA WAKE THE KIDS." In that moment my mom turned around and saw me standing there scared for my life. Mom just told me to go back upstairs and not to worry but I didn't wanna listen. I didn't wanna have to deal with the man who is supposed to be a loving and nice father come into our house and destroy it. I walked up to him and poked him in his back. Keep in mind my five foot even stature couldn't even compare to his 6 foot three body. but in that moment I didn't care. I wanted him to know all the hurt he has caused us. " HEY STOP THIS RIGHT NOW DAD. YOU AREN'T DOING ANYTHING BUT PROVING TO US WHAT A FUCK UP YOU ARE. I MEAN YOU CAN'T COME HOME AT LEAST ONE NIGHT WITHOUT BEING PISS DRUNK DON'T YOU KNOW YOU HAVE KIDS AT HOME?" I didn't get to finish that sentence because I was thrown across the room. I landed directly on a jagged edge of a broken plate and it caused a cut starting at the base of my outer elbow to the begining of my wrist. It was safe to say I would never talk to this man again not after this. I got up suprisingly not sheading a tear and walked back upstairs to get ty to bring him to the car so we could go to the hospital. I knew I was gonna have to get medical attention for this and I was not happy about it at all. Long story short I had to get 20 stiches and had to retell the events to some poilce officers.
That happened over four years ago...
