I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am
04.
Once, my father beat me to unconsciousness.
A neighbor saw him carry me to the car. He began to ask questions.
So did the nurses at the hospital.
So did my mother, when my dad finally called her at work.
When a detective came snooping around, he put on his best face and repeated the story he had been telling for days.
She fell down the stairs.
Only my mother knows the truth.
We live in a one-story house.
The detective asked that question though.
About there being no stairs.
Did I say fell down the stairs? I meant fell against the table.
Nice one, Dad.
Then why are the bruises all over her?
They just are. Now get out, I've had enough of these silly questions.
This is not over, the detective had proclaimed.
But it was.
I don't know how my dad did it, but no more questions were asked after that.
He stopped beating me.
He wasn't afraid for my life, nor had he realized it was just plain wrong.
He didn't want people to see.
But I do.
I want people to see that
I am abused.
A neighbor saw him carry me to the car. He began to ask questions.
So did the nurses at the hospital.
So did my mother, when my dad finally called her at work.
When a detective came snooping around, he put on his best face and repeated the story he had been telling for days.
She fell down the stairs.
Only my mother knows the truth.
We live in a one-story house.
The detective asked that question though.
About there being no stairs.
Did I say fell down the stairs? I meant fell against the table.
Nice one, Dad.
Then why are the bruises all over her?
They just are. Now get out, I've had enough of these silly questions.
This is not over, the detective had proclaimed.
But it was.
I don't know how my dad did it, but no more questions were asked after that.
He stopped beating me.
He wasn't afraid for my life, nor had he realized it was just plain wrong.
He didn't want people to see.
But I do.
I want people to see that
I am abused.