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Three Minus Two
A Short Story
I’m only fifteen, momma is gone forever. Why did daddy have to take her from me? Didn’t he know he was leaving me all alone? He didn’t love us like he was supposed to. He didn’t protect us like he said he would when momma found out she was having a baby girl. Where am I to go? It’s so cold out here.
I left before the police got there. I hid behind a tree, watching from across the street. The coroners carried momma out in a black body bag and police dragged daddy out in hand cuffs. He glanced over at the tree I was standing behind and spotted me. Tears ran down my face and I shook my head telling him no, not to tell them where I was. He let out a smirk in a guilty way and put his head down as the police escorted him into the back seat of the patrol car. This was it, my journey to a life that I had to figure out on my own, no one to show me, no one to love me, no one to help me. Lost and alone wandering the streets with only the clothes I had on. No money for food, clothes, or shelter. Why had daddy done this? I don’t think he loved me. Well how could he if he couldn’t love himself?
A park was nearby that was my only option for shelter at the time. I wasn’t going to find anywhere to stay for the night. I walked over to a metal bench that seated itself in the center of the park right bellow a Modesto Ash Tree. I laid my head to rest on my arms as I lay faced up looking at the black sky. I wished upon the sparkling diamond shaped stars so bright, that when I would wake up I would be cozy in my bed and be woken up by the smell of momma’s fresh French Roast Coffee Beans percolating. I closed my eyes and fell into sleep, with the hope of this all being a nightmare.
The sun light was blazing down like if I had a personal sun ray. When I opened my eyes I saw myself lying there starring at the sky. I must have gone into a deep sleep and never came out of the nightmare I was living. It was true what I had dreamt, it was my reality. Daddy not only took momma’s life but mine as well. I had not noticed that I was bleeding. Daddy had driven a knife into me several times and took my life as well. I didn’t die instantly like momma did I was able to make it far away from where it had occurred. I just hope one day he can forgive himself for the sin he has committed. I was not left alone I was now joining momma, were the beautiful angels fly. This was the end of our road. We are just a memory of what was a blurry picture of three minus two.