Father
January 19, 2011 (Wednesday) 3:31 a.m
I woke up to them fighting once again, and now I just can’t fall back asleep. I’m laying here listening to my father's fist beat on my mother. I don’t know what to do, I want to make him stop; but I dare not get up out of my bed, I dare not let him know that I’m awake. If he knows that I’m awake, he’ll beat on me too and mommy doesn’t want that. He’s probably drunk, like he always is. We used to be a really happy family, until he lost his job. After he lost his job, he started drinking, drinking so much that even after he takes a shower he reaks of alcohol. My father scares me. I know longer look at him the same or feel the same about him. He’s a stranger to me. I hear his footsteps coming towards my room, I’m really scared. I gotta go diary, can’t let him see you.
“KWASHONNA!!” he yelled.
Kwashonna laid still faking she was asleep, just hoping he’ll go away.
“I KNOW YOU HEAR ME”, his words slurred.
Kwashonna slowly turned over.
“GET UP !” he yelled.
Kwashonna stood up, as she was getting up her mother ran into the room. “Kwan” she yelled, leave her alone she’s done nothing to you. My father turned to my mother and started beating on her again. I watched as she began to fight back, her body became helpless. I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t just let him beat on the woman that gave birth to me, what if he killed her? I can’t live without my mother. I need her more than anything in this world.
I picked up my vase from my nightstand, and I hit him with it. I hit him so hard that he spun around before his tall medium-sized body hit the floor. It wasn’t enough for me. I kicked and punched him until my body became weak. I looked at him and cried, not because of what I’ve just done, but because I know I’ve won. Then and there I was sure he’ll never lay another hand on us. I knelt down by my mothers side. I helped her to her feet, kissed her and told her everything was going to be okay. We quickly packed up clothes and other accessories. We left our apartment, never even looking back. We knew we had defeated him.
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Dear Keturah Brown: I like
Dear Keturah Brown:
I like your emotional post, “Father”, because your theme in this post is very emotional and typical for today’s generation. I’ve heard and witnessed too many stories where drunk father come home and beat up his family for no reason. Sometime alcohol is the reason why family gets separated.
One sentence you wrote stands out for me is: “I knew i had to do something, I couldn't just let him beat on the woman who gave birth to me, what if he killed her? I cant live without my mother.” I think this is the influence you get when your mother love you. I have same situation. I lived with my mother for 13 years because my father was abroad. So in my case I get along with my mother more then my father. Whenever I need something from my dad, I don’t ask him, instead I ask my mother to ask him for me, and she does it.
Thank you fro writing. I look forward to seeing what you write next because your “ lazy post” are interesting to me ;)
Wow My heart was pounding as
Wow
My heart was pounding as I read this post. I wish there were more for me to read. This is fantastic! Not the subject manner mind you, but the writing was really great and emotionally written. I feel as if I were with this person and I saw this through their eyes.
Was this a true story? Did this happen to someone or maybe to you? This story sounds all too familiar. I have read things like this before and each time it makes me sick. I never understand how someone can beat someone for no reason. Especially the one they once said I love you too. Beating a loved one, a helpless child is so wrong, no one deserves it.
The ending was very heroic. How old was this person in the story? This seems like it would be the victory of a lifetime for this person. This is very interesting Mrs. Brown...
Dear K Harris, I really
Dear K Harris,
I really liked your story that you shared, "Father," because...it was really touched my heart. It really kept me interested and made me wanting to read more.
One sentence you wrote that stands out for me is: "I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t just let him beat on the woman that gave birth to me, what if he killed her? I can’t live without my mother. I need her more than anything in this world." I think this is really brave of you because...even though you were scared, you still put your fears aside and stood up to your father and helped your mother.
Another sentence that stood out to me was: "I looked at him and cried, not because of what I’ve just done, but because I know I’ve won." This stood out for me because...you have accomplished your fears.
Your Story reminds me of something that happened to a relative of mine. My cousin was going through the same type of problem your going through. Her dad used to beat on her and my aunt for no reason, he was just like your dad but just wasn't a drunkie.But you and my cousin had the same outcome, one day my cousin and my aunt just packed their stuff and moved out.
Thanks for your writing. I look forward to seeing what you write next, because...your story was very interesting and can't wait to see what your going to share next.