HE LOVED ME IN THE DARK

DEMON #2~GOD PLEASE HEAR MY CALL

        The following winter, during Christmas holiday, we all gathered at my grandmother's house.  We had a huge family.  My grandmother had about ten kids herself, and every one of her children had five kids a piece.  Some had way more than five.  So there was always about sixty people at her house on the holidays.

        One day I think on New Year's Eve, we were at my grandmother's house, there were so many people and all of the adults were drunk.  Big Daddy emerged and started molesting me again.  We were right in his room, in his little closet that he took me in all the time.  After he was finished with me, he sent me out of the room and told me not to tell anyone.  I was sick and tired of being touched and raped.  I saw how nice the police were to me, so I figured if I told on Big Daddy too, he would run away just like Pat, and never come back.

        So after everyone counted down to the new year, when my dad gave me a hug and kiss, to say Happy New Year, I whispered in his ear and told him what Big Daddy had just did to me in his closet.  My dad was pissed again, and drunk on top of that.  He started saying crazy shit like, " Stop lying on my brother, he ain't touch you or did shit to you, you're just a liar, and if I hear something like that come out of your mouth again about my brother, Imma fuck you up!"

        I couldn't bellieve it.  I was smart and developed for my age.  Probably because I had already been having sex for about 6 years now.  After talking to my dad, or rather being belittled and humiliated by my father, my uncle Travis pulled me into the kitchen.  He asked if I was okay, and asked what happened.  So I told him everything.  He said the three most beautiful words I've been waiting to hear for years, "I believe you!"

        My uncle Travis didn't impress me much because he was the baby, and he was there most of the time when Big Daddy got his feels in.  But, Travis would never do anything, he was young himself, so what was he going to do, but sit back, watch Big Daddy, take notes, and do the same thing he was doing to us.  

        Then of course Travis began molesting us as well.  I think Big Daddy and Travis used to experiment with each other too.  I think Travis only said he believed me so I would do what he wanted.  I gave up on any hope of being saved, so I turned to the one person who knew what was happening to me, and I knew HE believed me. GOD!

        GOD sees everything, but I often wondered, how come GOD never saved me.  Why did GOD let  these things happen to me at such an early age?  Now I know it's because HE wanted me to have a story!  HE gave me the ability to write, along with a big heart to help others like me, so I had to sacrifice myself to show others how to shine after a massive storm.  With no help from shelter, or umbrellas, I had to find my own way!

        I prayed to GOD for so long, to stop the people who were hurting me, to just send them away.  I wished death on everyone who had done any harm to me.

        Shortly after New Year's, my wish came true.  Big Daddy was brutally murdered.  The story was, that my uncle Anton had beef with some neighborhood niggas.  These dudes went to his house looking for him, and saw him sitting in the car, but it turns out that it was actually, Big Daddy.  Unluckily for Big Daddy, him and Anton looked just alike, twins almost, because of the Jerry Curls my dad and uncles were know to wear.  They ended up approaching him, and killing the wrong brother.

        To my recollection, my uncle Anton ran into the house to grab something, leaving his then girlfriend, Silky, and Big Daddy in the car.  It was said that, another car pulled along side of them.  They shot up the car numerous times, Big Daddy died instantly, from the gunshots, Silky was shot in the stomach, but she managed to jump from the car wounded.  For years everyone blamed Anton, because it was his beef, and Big Daddy was one of the baby boys, just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

        Okay so, I don't want people to read the death scene about Big Daddy, and say, that's a lie!  I am just telling the version of the truth I've always heard.  People lied so much in my family, and kept secrets, that you probably have heard a different story.  This is just the version I have been hearing all my life.  It was also said that, after the men shot the car up, that they then set it on fire, and uncle Anton ran outside just in time to see Silky laying on the ground bleeding.  But, it was confirmed about a month ago while writing this book that, the fire scene in fact did not happen.  

        Q: If you are a part of the Fisher/Badie family, what have you heard about the death of Big Daddy?

        Please leave your answers in the comment box, I would love to hear all of the alternate endings!

        Sorry to say, but I was happy ass hell when he got killed.  I don't care who thinks I'm wrong for saying that, but nobody was there to save me.  I used to pray that someone would walk in and catch him in the act like they did Pat, but no one ever came, it was GOD who finally stepped in and rescued me.  And even then GOD came too late at this point, because I was so fucked up in the head, that years of therapy didn't cure, which is also the reason for me writing this book.  I need to heal!