TORTURED SOUL

Bebt came through the door of her darkened house .;wondering why the lights were all of as her family didn.t retire for she had a large family of sixteen, and they retired at different times especially her sis mary who promised to wait up for her as bebt had a date that night and as usual mary wanted to know about the evenings events..;suddenly she saw a large shadow lurking against the wall the light from the lamp in the hallway she could tell it was her father..he swayed a little as he roared why are you so late, she cringed as she realized that he was drunk he was a heavy drinker all his life as far back as she could remember the family kept away from him /as much as they could,, Her mom suffered the most as he beat her all the time .Bebt always was the one who stood up to her father on these horrid times so he hated his oldest daughter for this ,,;i,m not late father she said its twelve the time i said i would be home he swayed again as if to come towards her as all of a sudden her blood ran cold as she seen something in his hands ,God it was a gun of some kind she faintly sat by the window not wanting him to know she was terrified. He said i should kill myself or maybe Ishould kill you ,she cringed with terror as he aimed the rifle at her she now knew thats what it was a 303..suddenly he came nearer, to her staggering as he moved she closed her eyes and waited for the end asking god to forgive him and help her ,,, not a sound was heard from the others in her family as she had another thought of maybe she was the only one left to die for he was unstable at the best of times throught to much drinking… then he suddenly turned and said your not worth wasting a bullet on .,He staggered outside and slammed the door .Bebth somehow got the strength to get to her room where her sister, mary was waiting in tears of fear for her sisters life .She said you have to leave here and dont come back, ill take care of mom he will hurt You, he said all night ,, they both ran to the washroom and opened the window they hugged in tears as bebt crawled quitely out the window and ran like a young deer, as she didnt know where her father was outside waiting for rifle shots to ring ,she ran down the lane away from her home in terror the night. It was bleak and foggy as she ran through the night running from a life of fear that she grew up in ..Bebt ran and walked all night. she wasnt scared of the blackness only of her fathers face the image terrified her ,,; some miners were on their way home that night it was around 4 am, when they seen this woman on the road in the middle of nowhere walking running as though her life depended on it, little did they know..;they picked her up and drove her to her sisters who lived in the next little town,, thank god she had someone for her that night amy was in bed when she arrived only to stay up the rest of the night to hear the horrid story ,,;her father died five years later of cancer in the liver and alcholosim she never seen him again, refused to go to the funeral dont want to see his portrait as she says the soul is in the eyes.The eyes are the soul of satan the eyes of evil , it so remains today bebt cannot look at a pic of her father for once she did after he died and all she now sees is evil in their depts,,,even in death …

TORTURED SOUL

beatricereeves

Joined September 2008

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