This is a story about my life when I was in a very hard place…When my mom and dad got divorced. “I just want to be happy!” That was the last thing I remember my mom saying before the cops arrested my dad and took him away. That sentence and what happened in it was the start of my life after my mom and dad got divorced. I was laying in my bed just listening to my mom and dad fight. It was horrible and I hated hearing them fight all the time. I couldn’t hear them arguing anymore, they must have stopped, but just then I heard footsteps stomping up the staircase. I was scared I didn’t know what to do I was still bawling my eyes out while I yelled “MOM! DAD! IS THAT YOU GUYS.” I heard no answer. Just then my mom and dad walked into my room, my …show more content…
I thought it was because of me so I went and sat on the stairs and listened which probably wasn’t a good idea because I heard stuff that I didn’t need to hear. Then it happened my dad pushed my mom and she feel on the floor and grabbed her phone while my dad runs into the living room almost crying just calling himself stupid over and over again. I ran back up the stairs to calm myself down and then I hear it. I hear the sirens of the police cars pulling up at my house and the banging on the door. I didn’t want my dad to go I ran down the stairs and opened the door. The police walked in and pushed me onto the stairs. I jumped up and ran into the living room and guarded my dad, I wasn’t going to let them take my dad away. One police man picked me up and handed me to my mom asking her if she was okay and her answer with a sobbing yes. The other police man handcuffing my dad and dragging him away right in front of my face not even letting me hug him goodbye. He didn’t even try to hug me or any of us kids goodbye, he just walked out the door not looking back, not even caring that I was bawling my eyes out. He didn’t say a word he just left. My mom was bawling. It was a very sad day watching the police cars speed away with my dad inside of one of them. I was so mad at my mom, I jumped out of her arms and ran upstairs. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. It was just then that my older sister walked into my room not caring that I didn’t want to talk to anybody. She came and sat down with me she was crying lightly. She knew that even though he wasn’t her biological dad, he was more of a dad to her than her real dad was. So she leaned over and hugged me knowing my pain. I hugged her back, not letting go. She was trying to calm me down, but nothing was working. I finally let go of her. Then my four year old brother walked in asking where his daddy was. Anyssa didn’t want to tell him, but I was to little to tell him. She went over to him
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
I got scared I tried to hold him back but I couldn’t I also thought that the group of men were going to jump him but it wasn’t the case, the guys were scared, one of the guys girlfriend started screaming he was just in rage in attack mode he didn’t look normal at all. My neighbor came out and helped me get him on the ground and then I started calling his family his mother and his aunt. He didn’t want me to call his mother because she put him through a lot growing up so they did not have the best relationship.
In shock I jumped up and grabbed my sister a ran towards her room, right as I slammed the door the fighting grew the sounds I heard were the up most horrific sounds you could imagine like a wolf
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
I was asleep in the middle of the night when I herd a sound coming from outside of my house I woke up and I ran to my brother's room, he was sleeping in the bed with his girlfriend, I woke him up and said that I had herd a sounds outside the door, he said: "be quiet, do not make a sound", I did as he said and then I saw that he took a gun out from the madras, then he walked to the door and started to listen to the door then he saw out of the window and saw three guys one was in a car and two that was robbing his car, he was so mad that he kicked down the door and started shooting, he got one of them then he started to shoot at the car, he didn't hit the one inside but he did hit the other guy that was running away, he dragged him to the sidewalk and said: "open your mouth and put it on the curve", he did as my brother told him to do, the man was shaking by fear, then my brother started to scream and started kicking his head, he kicked his head so hard that he broke his neck and jaw, the man died instantly, then my brother saw the police and he just starred at me, he started walking towards the cops, they said: "don't move, put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees", my brother did as they said, he was thrown in jail for two years
I was sitting at the table when it happened..When they moved in I was eating my favorite cookies and cream ice cream. I had heard a car come up the driveway next door where my neogher used to live.My mom had said I should go over there tomarow and see if there was any kids for me to hang out with. I should probably tell you my name it is Catherine Smokes I have little brother named James he was there with me.
We didn’t have a basement, so in inclement weather our home was not the place to be. As we’d done many times before, my brothers and I each grabbed our backpacks, loaded a few of our favorite things into them, and set them by the door. All of a sudden my parents burst in through the front door, both shouting loudly. Before anything could be done or anyone knew what they were shouting about, we heard a loud POP!
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
Realizing and embracing the reality, that a failed marriage had irreversibly altered me was a challenging transition and remains to be a work in continuous progress. This journey has been an experience which has compelled me to focus on accepting responsibility for my actions and decisions that led to this devastating life changing event. I could have easily allowed my negative emotions to take complete control in dealing with my tribulation. But, instead, I decided to face my misery and deal with every aspect of what led me to this distressing event. By doing this, I felt I could release the hurt, anger, bitterness, destroy the self-destructive thought process, and be able to have a healthy romantic relationship in the future.
After leaving the house, I headed back to my mother and step fathers house. I got there and had help unloading my things. Shortly there after, I got the phone call from him. He was livid to say the least. He went on to start swearing and calling me names. He was not happy at all. Of course, neither was I. I had to get my stuff without him being there. It could not of happened any other way. Do to his violent nature. I Thank God for his aunt telling me that he was going to be up north.
My mom and dad seemed like the perfect couple. Behind closed doors my eyes were there to witness the truth. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to screams. With fear in my heart I ran over to my older sisters bed. She was eleven I was seven.
I don't know what happened when i was at school but when Sam came to get me she had many marks on her and was crying. A teacher pulled her into a room and asked her questions. I don't know what all was said in that room but the school was out on lockdown. Dad got arrested and was in jail for a while because of what he did to her.
Divorce can be a good thing. I know it sounds crazy but really, divorce is great, and has shaped my life in the most unimaginable ways I ever thought possible. Sometimes the best way to learn is to not look at what other people are doing, but what other people are not doing. Though my memories of my parents actually being together are very vague, from what I can remember it was not a healthy relationship by any means. From my mom saying my dad was “emotionally bankrupt” to my dad calling my mom every name in the book, the environment was tumultuous for a kid to be growing up in.
I was still sobbing but suraj had his hand around me. soon after we got there the police arrived. The started to ask our name and some question. They even told us to tell our school principal and they said they would also talk to them. They took suraj and krishna to the hospital because they were pretty much hurt. The even asked the women some questions. after half an hour. The dropped me to my house and told my parents about the whole situation. But she didn’t said I was involved. She told them I saw what happened and help them to call the police. My parent got little mad and told me that I should have just left. Dad believed what the police said but my brother didn’t. He asked me the whole truth.I just don't know why he always catches my lies. I hate the facts that he knows me more then I know myself. He got mad but he was glad I was okay.
Once this accident happened the cops was called. Our town officers came to the house and my mother was the only one in the house when they came. Once the cops did what they had to do they blame their whole death on her, they said she’s the one that shot them. The cops took my mom and threw her to the ground and put handcuffs on her. Once our county cops came they told our town cops to leave. Once they left they took off the handcuffs off my mom and then they took over the crime scene. Everyone was standing outside looking to see what happened. The newspaper was called the next day what happened was in the newspaper. Still to this day my mom has the cut out article. Then once they finished what...