Just My Socks (7)
Picking up from where I left off in my Failure to Appear post, we were on the run. My dad had just been awarded full custody when my mom neglected to show for the hearing. My mom and John had packed us up and we were on the move back east to live with his family and no one knew where we were headed or where he was from.
John came from a large family with skeletons of their own. They knew he was a violent man, but it was against their beliefs to get involved in his personal affairs. To be honest, his sisters were afraid of him. After all, it was one of his sister’s boyfriends that he had tried to kill. They had seen what he was capable of and wanted no part of it. Besides, he treated them well so they didn’t want to cross him.
We lived with John’s family for only a short time before we got a small house of our own 2 streets over. Two blocks down at the end of our street was a large wooded area and just on the other side of the trees was John’s sister’s house. My mom and I use to walk there with my sister while John was at work. John didn’t work for very long though. It was just a short time before things returned to the way they were. John met up with some of his old buddies and was quickly able to get back to dealing. The drugs invaded our house and become the focus and priority. We stopped taking those walks I use to love and I had to start looking out for my sister Jessica again because no one was there to care for her. My mom and John slept away the day and strange people showed up all hours of the night. I spent a good majority of my time in the backyard. That is where I saw it snow for the first time. I loved the snow and it wasn’t long before the backyard was covered. What I loved more though was the cage full of rabbits we had back there. I would sit and watch them for hours. It pissed John off that I loved those rabbits, and to this day I don’t know why. He would always yell at me to get away from the cage when he noticed me there and it was often that I got my ass beat for not listening. It was always worth the beatings though, at least that’s how I saw it. The rabbits were my only escape from what was happening in my life and the only thing that made me smile.
Then came the day I was to learn my lesson. My mom and John were in the middle of a heated argument, the kind that started loud and ended in punches. I always used this time to find my jacket and make my exit out the back door. I would sing to the rabbits to drown out the yelling, sometimes it helped. Problem was that I didn’t hear the yelling stop and John was out the back door to find me by the rabbit cage. He lost it. Dragging me into the house by my hair he yelled quite a few things, but the only thing I really remember was him saying that he was “done with me”. I wish that were true. He yanked that belt of his off in one swipe like he had been practicing for that moment. He ripped off my clothes and beat my ass. I struggled at first but lost my energy and couldn’t anymore. In just a pair of socks, he dragged me to the car and off we went. He said that if I was not going to follow his rules that I was not worth living under his roof. I was now on my own.
I wasn’t sure how far we had driven but he finally stopped the car. He leaned across, opened my door and pushed me out. In just my socks I walked through the snow trying to figure out where I was. I had no clue. I sat down next to a tree for quite some time. It was cold and it made me go numb but it felt good to the welts all over my backside. After a while I notice the snow was turning red. I was bleeding and it scared me. Not because I was bleeding but because I was afraid someone would see me. I got up and walked, realizing that the trees looked a little familiar to me. I made my way to a carport where I layed down. I either fell asleep or passed out, I’m not quite sure. It wasn’t long though before a woman found me sleeping there. I was picked up and quickly scooped into a car. I was relieved until I opened my swollen eyes and realized it was John’s sister. She was taking me right back to him and I didn’t even have the energy to argue.
At least she held me as she knocked on their door.