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It was a Saturday morning.
Dad and mom were arguing,
but,
truthfully it didn't seem important.
For,
this happened almost every morning.
I had to be about ten then,
I woke up stretching and yawning,
thinking of absolutely nothing.
I remember seeing my brother chuckling,
he was laughing at how I stretched my arms out,
purposely slapping our sister in the face,
pretending it was accidental so I wouldn't get in trouble.
0f course,
she slapped me back,
then we begin to wrestle.
Still,
we could hear them arguing.
We stopped all movement,
as if to become mannequins.
Our ears perked up,
we now,
begin listening.
We heard this thump.
It was so loud.
It made each one of us jump.
Then another comes,
and another,
and another.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The door opens,
and this hand that seemed to have been dipped in red.
Reaches out,
as we see our dad.
"Where's mom dad?"
I ask.
"What did you do?"
He stutters slightly and says,
"I killed her,
now I'm gonna kill you."
We all scream,
thinking this can't be true.
My oldest brother screams,
"Run you two,
I'll fight him off for you!"
I never seen my brother again.
But,
everyday I thank him for what he did.
For,
that little bit of time,
allowed me and my sister to live.
We ran out the house,
and got help.
As we were knocking on the neighbor's door,
we heard shots come from the house.
It was my dad.
He killed my brother,
then killed himself.....
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By marcusIt was a Saturday morning.
Dad and mom were arguing,
but,
truthfully it didn't seem important.
For,
this happened almost every morning.
I had to be about ten then,
I woke up stretching and yawning,
thinking of absolutely nothing.
I remember seeing my brother chuckling,
he was laughing at how I stretched my arms out,
purposely slapping our sister in the face,
pretending it was accidental so I wouldn't get in trouble.
0f course,
she slapped me back,
then we begin to wrestle.
Still,
we could hear them arguing.
We stopped all movement,
as if to become mannequins.
Our ears perked up,
we now,
begin listening.
We heard this thump.
It was so loud.
It made each one of us jump.
Then another comes,
and another,
and another.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The door opens,
and this hand that seemed to have been dipped in red.
Reaches out,
as we see our dad.
"Where's mom dad?"
I ask.
"What did you do?"
He stutters slightly and says,
"I killed her,
now I'm gonna kill you."
We all scream,
thinking this can't be true.
My oldest brother screams,
"Run you two,
I'll fight him off for you!"
I never seen my brother again.
But,
everyday I thank him for what he did.
For,
that little bit of time,
allowed me and my sister to live.
We ran out the house,
and got help.
As we were knocking on the neighbor's door,
we heard shots come from the house.
It was my dad.
He killed my brother,
then killed himself.....
---
Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/marcus163/support