When you want to talk about your life where do you start? With the good or the bad? Honestly I am not too sure. I am just going to go back to certain events as far as I can remember.
The sound of our big screen Phillips television shattering came from the hands of my own father. He was in some type of rage this particular evening. Mother brought us home that night, it had been a causal day. She started cooking dinner as my sister and I settled in front of the television. I don`t remember what we were watching probably wrestling. The bat came crashing in to the screen. Chaos begin throughout the house within what felt like seconds my mother and her three kids were scrambling. The meal mother was preparing burning hot on the stove, he threw it off on to the floor.
I remember running in each room as my father tore the house down. No one was in sight for a moment. I ran to the back door that led to our patio. There he was… Holding my older sister by the neck. Hammer in his hand aiming at her head. His words to her in this moment were “You are not are Simmons your last name is Williams. You hear me?!” My sister nodded and said “Yes sir.”
To a seven year old that was just stunning, had me stuck in place he dropped her and sped past me. Then mother came and swept us out the door. From the backyard we were running, through the neighborhood on foot. My father jumped in the car. At least for twenty minutes maybe longer. We were hiding in bushes trying to make our way out the neighborhood. He had almost caught up with us a few times. Thinking about it now as an adult I`d compare it to a video game. My father the antagonist did not find us, end the there was not another fight. Some men were outside on one block, my mother quickly told them the situation and they let her use the phone. We hid in his bushes until our ride came. The car did make an appearance before we left. Those men did not say a word to him, we stayed with our aunt for awhile, she had three kids too. Eventually mother got us our own home, and we got custom to our new life together.
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AnnAerB Jones 