“Did you finish your room?”
“No.” I responded
“Why not?”
“I just didn’t get done yet.”
“Victor Go finish your room.”
“I will after I finish my paper. “
“Get up and go finish your room.” His tone was rising I could hear from the first question he was angry, but my paper was more important and over due. So I said,
“ Right after I finish my paper this is more important”
“Get up!” I stayed where I was ignored him and went on typing my paper. Holley then went unlocked and opened the door and yelled for me to get out. My little sister came in and told him to leave me alone. He told her to get out and she told him,
“No I’m sick of you bullying him!” my mother appeared in the room and was trying to divert his attention but he wasn’t having it. He started pushing my sister out the house yelling “Get out. Get out!”
I had had it I was going to end it all that night I went and got the two biggest knives from the kitchen I could find and started to the living room. I was ready, he turned around a put his hands up like he was ready to fight me but one swing and I mean it he was going to pull back a nub.
My mother jumped between us she tried to push him from the dinning room to the living room but found her attempts futile. She came to me and asked me to put the knives down she kept saying its not worth going to jail. She went and called the copes while Holley and I had our stand off. She came back and tried to convince me to put the knives down I finally did thinking I would hate to go to jail and not finish high school with my friends.
He backed off and called the copes and told them his son just pulled a knife on him I hollers I am not his son. The Saturday before was the last time I ever called him daddy or even referred to him as my stepfather.
When the copes finally came, he acted as though he was the innocent one. Calm as though nothing happened. My mother was truly upset and I was so ferreted that I could hardly speak it was the same speech I had herd so many times before from the copes and the same speech I had herd from my counselors. “ you two don’t need to live together and its not good for the children” “ you don’t want to go to jail for something stupid” if you don’t want him in the house get a restraining order”
At that mother responded where once she was told she my sister and I got in the car and we were off. Once we were downtown, she could not remember the address she was given. We went to three places that we thought might be it but they were all wrong. So we went back home.
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Hey Victor did this really happen to you? If so that is really sad. I know if that was me I would have cut him because he aint my real dad and he treated me like shit. It was sad to see that the little sister had to take up for you, but at least you know that somebody has your back.
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