Roller-coaster

Prologue

February 18, 2002

I was drawing with the new colors Mom just bought me when Dad entered the house furious. "Go to your room and lock the door, honey." Mom told me and I did so. I ran up the stairs and nearly tripped. I entered my room and locked the door. Every time Mom tells me to do this, they both argue about some stupid problem, she ends up injured in some way, scratches, bruises, deeply cut, etc. And when the neighbors ask her about it, she just says it was an accident or something like that. Why doesn't she tells them the truth? Why is she defending him? Why?

As always, Dad screamed to Mom, saying it is all her fault he is involved in some problem, that they are going to kill us all, but what problem is he talking about? Money? And who are they? The Bank? The Bank does not have the right to kill people. It is always the same argument, so Mom always says the same things. I know it is not her fault Dad is involved in a problem, Dad is always drunk, he does things without even thinking. Maybe he got there himself without even knowing, or maybe not. The screams went higher than usual, they usually argue quieter than this time, that I am sure the whole neighborhood heard them. The screams stopped, filling the air with completely silence.

I unlocked my door and went out to the hallway as quietly as I could. I started going down the stairs and then stopped abruptly. Mom was lying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounded her head and her eyes were open staring at nothing. And Dad, well, Dad was on his knees on the left side of Mom shaking her. He sensed my presence and looked up, he has a horrified look in his eyes. "Is Mom going to be okay?" I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears. There was something strange in Dad's attitude, he looked like he was guilty of what had happened to Mom. But he would not kill her, would he?

"Yes honey." he said, but he doesn't sound convinced of himself.

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Thirty minutes later the cops arrived and took Dad into their car, but why? He is not responsible. One cop approaches me and kneels in front of me. "Hi, sweety," he said. "What's your name?"

"Christina," I said." What is yours?"

"Robert," he smiled.

"Where's Dad? Is Mom okay?" I asked.

"Your Dad is going with us, just for a few days." And Mom? Where is my mom?

"Why?" I asked.

"He did something that is not good, do you have any other familiar? Any aunt, uncle...?" Robert asked.

"Where's Mom?" I want, no, I need to know where is she.

"She is on a better place," he said. "So, aunts, uncles...?"

"I have an aunt that lives in, umm," Dallas? Seattle? Los Angeles? Where did she lived? "Oh right! She lives in Atlanta," I said finally remembering.

"Do you know her phone?" Robert asked reaching for his phone.

"I think," I said. "Try with 2781366281,"

"It's sounding," he said. "Hi, is this Mrs...."

"Ashley" I whispered.

"Ashley?" he nodded. "I am calling you since there was an accident," he told me to go upstairs and I did as instructed.

I went to my room and sat on my bed, staring at my feet. I decided to watch tv, so I turned it on. Thirteen minutes later Robert knocked on my door and entered. "Hi, Christy," he said. "Your aunt is comming to pick you up, you are going to live with her to Atlanta, want some help with your suitcases?" I turned off the tv.

"Yes, please," I said and told him where my suitcases are and we started packing all my clothes. After we finished, I grabbed a small backpack and placed inside my favorite pictures I have with Mom, and some other stuff, like toys and colors.

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Two hours later aunt Ashley arrived. The second she saw me, she hugged me, really tight. "Hi, sweetie," she whispered in my ear. "Ready to go?" I nodded and we left.

During the way to the airport, I felt asleep. I dreamt of Mom telling me 'Everything's going to be alright, honey.' Everytime, no matter what, she called me honey. We arrived to the airport thirtythree minutes later, we had the flight 243 to Atlanta. The flight is supposed to be at 5:45, it is 5:30. We walked to the gate C3 and waited for them to call us so we can enter the plane.

Fifteen minutes later we were in our assinged seats, and the flight started.

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