The yelling stopped. Then I heard loud footsteps and the living room door slam shut.
I sat up in bed as the family car started up and quickly drove away. I stared at my candle as it flickered spastically at its end. Suddenly darkness engulfed the room. I slowly lay back down and heard the faint sound of my mother crying. My heart sank and my body became numb. I felt powerless as I heard words through her tears.
“Why? Why God? Answer me dammit! Why?”
Yelling and crying was nearly a nightly occurrence through my youth. But I never heard her talk to herself before that night. Soon after I fell asleep I was awakened suddenly by my mother.
“Let’s go Joshua. Don’t ask any questions.”
God must have answered her that evening. We never went back home.
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That was quite an ending… never look back is sometimes good.
All fiction is based on some truth. Well done.
TY Shandra. Just fiction 🙂
A tough life someone had. Well illustrated.
(Fell not feel)
Got the change. Darn fingers!! TY
Great story! I’m glad they got out.
I hope you don’t mind me pointing out a couple of typos… (my inner editor doesn’t know when to shut it):
“Yelling and crying was nearly a night occurrence through my youth. But I never heard her talk to herself before that night. Soon after I feel asleep I was awakened suddenly by my mother.”
I think you meant “nightly” occurrence and “fell” asleep.
🙂
Sometimes, you just have to cut your losses and leave. Enough, is enough. Well done!
Blimey. That’s a powerful story. Good one
So much pain evident in your story. I hope that solution works for them.
Right here, ” I slowly laid”, just “lay”. 🙂
janet
Thanks for the editing….need a personal one!! And thanks for reading. Ron
This didn’t sound like fiction. 😦
Shoo, That’s a sad and very realistic story. My parents weren’t alcoholic but some other’s in our family were. I’ve seen the harm it can do.Well written. 🙂
Susan
Realistic for some I am sure. It can do lots of harm to many generations. Thanks for stopping by and reading. Ron
A lot within and without of this story. Nicely done. Alicia
Thanks Alicia
Dear Shoo,
Mom finally had enough. Good for her to finally take her son and herself out of the environment. An answer to Joshua’s prayer.
Powerfully well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle