I'm just going to go out on a limb here and say that this story was probably entirely fictional or is simply based upon real life with some added
fiction. I don’t buy it, you’re trying so hard to make a point that you accepted God into your heart by your self without being brainwashed that
it’s almost too obvious.
Sorry dude. Not here. This story is 100% truth. Trust me when I say no one I was around cared for any of us kids. All they did was drink, smoke
I think my influence was the fact that I hated everything I was around. I couldn't stand it.
I felt like an outcast. I hated the smoke, I hated the drunkenness, I hated the gambling. I hated the hours my dad sat around the table with his
friends all hours of the night on a school night and being as loud as they could be. I hated the fact that he got us up at 2 am to go on a rampage
about something. I wanted something different. That’s why I caught that church bus, that didn't run very long. Like I said I raised myself. No
one was there to influence me. How I wish there was though. I just know God watched over us. My spirit calmed my dad down some, I know it did.
Sometimes when he was so drunk he look at me and his eyes would start to water.
Some of the nights with him were so long. There was the Russian roulette night where he called us kids in to his room oh my gosh I was so scared when
I saw the gun in his hand. I dropped to my knees behind his bed where he couldn’t see me and prayed and prayed and prayed quietly to God. “ Oh
please God don’t let him shoot my sister. Please Lord don’t let him. I beg you. Please, please Lord don’t let him kill her. Please.”
Somewhere after the second spin of his gun he passed out. We scrambled and hid every gun and knife and the house. I don’t think I stopped shaking
for hours. After that every time he got drunk my brother, sister and I would hide all his guns and knives. But that night had to be the longest
unforgettable night of my life. That was just one of the many, many horrible nights I had. I had a lot of nightmares that continue ten years after
I left home. Ten years After I Left Home. That’s along time. The nightmares were always about someone trying to kill me. Life was not easy.
Then there was the camping day. I was 16 and my brother I’ll call him G was 15. Oh my dad loved to fish and hunt. He didn’t go alone he took
the whole family with him. We had the kind of cramped camper that pulled along behind a truck. It wasn’t to big, it was mainly to sleep in.
Anyways, usually camping was the only time he didn’t really get to drunk. Usually it was a good experience but not this day. Oh no not this day.
My mom had put a blanket down on the ground and was tanning and reading a magazine. Everything was calm. So I left for a hike. It was a beautiful
day I must have walked at least 30 minutes into the woods when I heard a noise and I stopped looked around and I saw a beautiful deer just staring
at me. I was like oh your so pretty. I thanked the Lord in my heart for letting me see that beautiful deer. And when the deer ran away I turned
back to go tell mom what I saw. I couldn’t wait to tell her. That never happen. I never told her. Instead just as soon as I got back I hear some
awful screaming. Mom still tanning, ignoring it all.
Mom, “what’s going on” She said, she didn’t know just G and my dad were arguing. So I went into the camper and there they were pointing guns
at each other. Oh my gosh. They each had gun within inches of each other. I screamed, “MOM, GET IN HERE NOW. MOM, MOM.” She came. My dads
thinking this is funny. He had this grin on his face. My brother had a terrifying look on his. He was scared to death. So was I. I begged both of
them to put the guns down. Just put the guns down. My mom pulling my dads arm trying to pull him out of the camper. He wasn’t going to budge.
So she grabbed G’s arm both of us trying to pull him out. My evil dad pulling his other arm. I actually thought my brother would be pulled in two
that day. Finally, he got out and ran. He ran deep into the woods. I went behind him. Later that evening I came into camp to fix some sandwiches
to take to him. My dad said , “no you won’t take him any food.” He watched me like a hawk. However, when he wasn’t paying any attention
took a few hours. I did anyways. My brother didn’t come into camp that night. He stayed out in the woods. I was so scared. My dad sent me
after him the next day telling me to tell him to come back. I said, “No I won’t not if your going to shoot him.” He laughed, he’s crazy.
“I’m not going to shoot him.” I said, “give me the guns then.” Finally, I got the guns hid them and then went and got my brother.
Don’t ask why my mother didn’t leave permanently, I know she tried. I remember when I was six years old she took us on a bus, she was crying. I
then remember being in a strange home. Then we went to one of my aunts and uncles home on her side of the family. Then in the middle of the day.
I guess because the sun was out anyways. Here comes a man waving a gun screaming for my mother and us kids. I can’t remember everything that was
said I just remember getting in the car with him. Not my mother just us kids. Then I remember a shotgun beside the door and him making us sleep in
his room with him. I don’t know how long they were apart. I know she did come back. She left one other time I was 18. But still even then she
came back. I still don’t know why. I know I would never take the abuse from a man today that she took from him. He beat her something awful,
including breaking her jaw. She’s went through more than anyone should every have to go through in ones life. I feel sorry for her. My dad beat
up her brother one night when he was trying to stop him from hitting her and us kids. It seemed like to me no one could stop this man. No one could
stop my dad. I guess I was right he’s in his 70’s now and still alive. I know he is still controlling I know he controls my mother.
Still today you don’t get to speak to her unless you go through my dad and kiss his butt and talk to him first. So my brother never talks to them
been about 7 years, he just refuses to even talk to dad. My sister ended up hating my mother. I’m still trying to figure that one out. Unless its
because she blames her for not permanently taking us away. I don’t know. To me I felt like my mother tried. She was scared of my dad though. I
do know that. We all were. Yeah, he has been in jail for his drunk behavior but nothing more than a night or two. I guess my mom never pressed
The day came that us kids could of done something and we didn’t. We were in 7th grade my brother met me in the hallway at school. “S, lie just
lie.” why “G, why do you want me to lie.” “if you don’t they’ll take us away from mom.” “ok, ok calm down.” I was scared I
didn’t know what was going on. I went into the office where I was called and a counselor and some other folks were there questioning me about my
home life. How they found out I had no idea. I know they saw how upset and scared I was. I remembered what my brother said to me and when they
started questioning me. I lied. That too was a long day. My brother met me in the hallway “what did you say.” I told him I lied. “are
you sure S are you sure you didn’t say anything. If they take us away from mom we’ll never see her again.” “I don’t think they will G. I
did what you said.” My brother was right ours lies kept us from getting taking away. I just don’t know how they found out.
Because the fact I lived in a home with a drunk all he did was MOCK Me. He mock and abused us kids something awful. He was and still is to this day
the meanest man I have ever known personally myself.