Shattered Blood

                                                                            Prologue:

The thunder and the lighting wrestled with each other in the night sky above our small, broken, blue house.  Daddy still hadn't come back from chopping wood for the fire. It was starting to get cold. The door was kicked open and Uncle Timothy came in. Uncle Timothy was a cop. He had a wife, Aunt Loretta, and two kids, Cousin Tim Jr. and Cousin Mary-Lynn. Uncle Timothy was Daddy's brother. Uncle Timothy walked over to Mama with a look of sheer unhappiness and gloom.

"Mama?! Mama, what's wrong?!" She looked at me and then at Uncle Timothy as he was talking to her, and she started crying. She cried in Uncle Timothy's arms and she kept screaming, I wanted to know what was going on but didn't know until later that evening...

I shut myself out of everything. My life was crumbling, nothing mattered anymore, I just wanted Daddy, I wanted him to come home with wood in his gloved hands and tell us everything would be alright; Uncle Timothy had requested a search party for Daddy, nobody found him....Uncle Timothy said they proclaimed him dead..

I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door and curled up in the corner of my bed, my thin arms wrapped around my scrawny little legs and I wept in my arms, my strawberry-blonde hair that Daddy had always called beautiful fell in little wisps all over my damp, reddened face....everything I had ever known. Gone. My only best friend. Gone. 

Then all of a sudden....

Oof! Daddy's hair was matted to his face with his own external perspiration and the perspiration that God chose throw out on us. He was being dragged down the trail outside the old woods he was supposed to have been woodchopping in. A man with a formal outfit picked him up and threw Daddy over his shoulder like he was nothing but a sack of Mama's old potatoes. Daddy's mouth was being enclosed by a short piece of rope and his hands and feet were the same. Daddy was trying to squirm out of the man's hand but his grasp was stronger than an average man's. Daddy gave up on screaming and fell asleep, there must have been some kind of chemical on that rope. Then the man looked at me and smiled. Daddy nooooooo!!!!!!!!! Daddy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was screaming when I opened my eyes and Mama and Uncle Timothy rushed in, "I saw him, Mama...I saw Daddy..!" Mama and Uncle Timothy looked at eachother with a worried expression and the next day I was packing to go and visit Aunty Martha..