05-12-2010

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"But, the baby drank your whiskey," Tommy cried as dad beat his head against the table. I backed myself in to the corner of the dining room, moved by pure fear. Momma screamed for dad to stop, grabbing him by the shoulders only to be thrown off, sending her reeling backwards. Momma tried to regain her balance, but she couldn't and went through the window. She landed with a thud, releasing a death curdle of a scream. And for good reason. I ran to the window opening and saw that as momma had landed on the porch, a large piece of glass had pierced her from the back, gone through her heart and was poking out of her chest.

The baby cried, scared. I could feel the rage rise, my blood began to burn my veins. Fifteen years old or not, I was ready to fight my father. He had finally done it; he had finally killed one of us. My breath accelerated, I clinched my fists, and as I turned to face my father, I had the wind knocked out of me. There in front of me, my father was holding Tommy's motionless head as he looked through me, out the window. Tommy's eyes were slightly closed, his mouth hanging open, drooling on the table. My father dropped my brother's head, it bounced off the table and his body shifted and he fell on the floor. He was dead. My father had killed two of us.

My instinct was to fight, to kill my father for the crimes he had committed, but the baby's screams led me to grab her and flee. I snatched LuAnn out of the high chair, sending it across the floor, kicked open the screen door and ran straight for the truck, the fastest thing on the farm, jumped in with the baby still in my arms and drove like hell to get help. Baby LuAnn was still screaming, shaking; then again, that could have been me. I pushed the pedal to the floor and the engine revved, drowning out the baby's screams for a second. I had to get help; I had to save my baby sister. Even though I knew there wasn't any help that could undo what had been done, I knew that bastard wasn't going to finish off me and LuAnn, too.

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