This Too Shall Pass

"But we don't want to go back there Aunt Cathy! Please don't make us go back!". She seemed resolved not to let us go back to that crazy 300 pound ex con who happened to be our step dad. Aunt Cathy loaded her rifle and waited as if she was guarding her chickens....which, we were at that time. Mom and Ron had a huge drunken fight the night before and blood was smeared on our walls in this rental place we got real cheap because the backyard had a train run through it every hour. Mom slammed a lamp on Ron's head and Ron proceeded to put my moms head in the fireplace, with it burning. Living in the back woods of North Carolina, there weren't any neighbors that could call...even when we lived in the trailer parks they wouldn't call. Everyone was so afraid of him. Well, I can't stand there and watch my mom get grilled...no pun intended...so I call the police. Now us four girls need to get out of there. Our cousin Eddie was with us, and he actually started the fight by being upset over his girlfriend and kicking over our coffee table ... So Ron hit him in the eye and mom slapped Ron for hitting her nephew...oh the madness. The eldest of us, grabs the car keys and all of us take off, including our cousin Eddie, in a four speed truck which my sister didn't drive too well. Up and down the country roads at midnight we went...feeling safer and safer, until the flashing lights got behind us and pulled us over. We all are screaming at what's happening to our mother. So the cop lets us go and is now heading towards our house. Finally, us four girls and Eddie end up at Eddie's moms house. Aunt Cathy, my mom's younger sister. Hours passed and just as some peace starts settling us down, mom's truck pulls up and Ron's with her and he's coming to the door!!! Please Aunt Cathy, don't let him take us!! But mom is now walking up with Ron and opens the door and yells at us to get in the car. My poor sisters are crying and I yell "WE DON'T WANT TO GO WITH YOU RON!!! Mom says "come on girls". So, here we are one big happy family crammed into this truck. I still don't know how a 300 pound man, my mom, us four girls squeezed in that truck, and guess who had to sit by the creep? Me! Home sweet home...NOT. Of course, once we get into the house, he wants to know who called the cops. I said I did and across the room I flew. That was the last time he hit me. Mom left him and she never married again. I look back at that time thinking it was someone else. I almost laugh now at certain parts, but I know it was us that survived that time. That time when mom had both breast removed and this man was so sweet in the beginning. Doctors had mom all doped up back in those days thinking it would help her having no implants. When my sisters were going to get beat, I would say "Don't worry. Before you know it, this will be over and we won't be here anymore and we'll be grown up one day and won't have to live like this.". They reminded me of that recently. And now life is good, mom turned out to be an awesome mom and grandma and saved me from an abusive man and then she went to be with the Lord.