I ran as fast as my little legs could and grabbed a broom as my older sister ran for other cleaning supplies. My mother has trained us well, no doubt. She quickly threw on an apron and ran into the kitchen. She turned off the music and returned our musical instruments (TV remote, hair brush, etc.) to their appropriate spots. Just as we all got to work we heard the front door swing open. Yay! Daddy’s home!
He took off his sunglasses and looked around making sure everything was perfect. Oh so perfect. He peeked his head into the kitchen to make sure my mother was preparing his meal. Yep. He made his way to the couch and kicked up his feet. I knew what this meant so I waddled over to take off his shoes before I was instructed to, gold star for me.
His thunderous voice broke the silence, “You missed a spot.” he directed towards my sister. With frazzled eyes she quickly looked around and started from the beginning. Just in time, my obedient mother made her way in and placed his food neatly in front of him waiting for further instruction.
I slowly made my way over to the broom I had dropped. My sister looked over at me with concern in her eyes, being 2 years older gave her more experience, she knew where this was going. I looked over to my younger brother, he was clueless playing with his hot wheel cars. Being the youngest sure has its benefits; being male and having my father as a father is the biggest of benefits.
“GO TO YOUR ROOM” my mom shrieked. Before I could even understand what was happening I felt my sister grab onto my elbow. I looked back in the direction of my brother, he was gone, I looked at my sister who was leading the way to our room as fast as she could. She was carrying my brother with one arm, pulling me behind her with the other, how was she so quick?
I looked back at my mother. Her nose was inches away from my father’s as his hand firmly gripped her neck. Was this the same mother I was just singing and dancing with less than 10 minutes ago? Fear filled her eyes. My sister closed the door.
We slid under the bed and listened. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for the “all clear” sign. The thumping of my heart filled my head. It felt as if it kept growing louder. Louder. LOUDER.
This became my #1 place to hide. The small comfortable area my father’s arms couldn’t reach. There, I remained safe. There, I remained hidden.
Love it!
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Thank you so much!!
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No problem. I barely just started writing here.
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Did this really happen? If you don’t mind me asking?
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I don’t mind at all! This particular story did happen when I was a kid
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I’m sorry, I had many similar experiences. Things are better now?
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So sorry. Yes, it was a long road with many rock bottoms but everything is better than ever now
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Glad to hear it! ❤
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Your ever play DnD?
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It’s written very nice and the story touched me a lot, tears almost fell down my cheeks, for some reason i kinda felt a little sad while reading the middle and the end of the story. Stuff like that actually happened in the past in my life too, but well everything is different now. Will be reading more of your stories you write, you describe every feeling very deeply, which makes different feelings to reach the person reading it and to actually like “experience the same emotions”.
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Thank you very very much! I get really caught up in my emotions as I write my stories, I’m usually fighting tears by the end. I’m very glad my story was able to emotionally touch you. It’s all I hoped for! Once again, thank you very much for your feedback!
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You are very welcome. 🙂 I think if you ever decided to write a book, you would definitely write wonderful stories!
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You write very well. You made the fear palpable! Great post. 🙂
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Thank you for your feedback! I’m glad the emotions are able to reach the audience ☺️
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Hey Ari. I have nominated you for the Liebster award. palmtreesandloyalties.wordpress.com/liebster-award
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