Chapter 2

She didn't want to get snatched by my grandmother, and beaten like she used to, but, she thought that maybe, her grandmother was trying to say she was sorry...She was so naive!

She took a few slow steps to the door, the yelling had stopped, she thought, maybe, grandma's gone.

She opened the door and to her shock, Mercy was trying to take her father away downstairs!She was grabbing him and pulling him, he was pulling away. Lily was angry, her mother was pulling her father and the next thing she knew, there was screaming and a punching sound in the air, she had hit her grandmother.

All that abuse from her grandparents finally came out in a rage that could NOT be hidden. Only drawn out by Mercy trying to steal her father away...My sister couldn't believe what she did...

She HIT her grandmother, after a few seconds she started crying, unable to believe what just happened, "I'm Sorry!!!! I'm Sorry!!!! I'm Sorry!!!!" she was crying hysterically, my father went to her, and held her...

I imagined my grandmother, Mercy, was furious, having her son wanting to stay away from her! Pulling away! And then her granddaughter, the one she despised most, hit her in front of them! Having fallen to the floor! And they comforted her!

She grabbed my sister, my sister was in complete pain, and she yelled "who do you think you are, huh?! Family!? Something special!? Maybe you expect EVERYTHING to go your way!? I'll show you! Take everything from me! EVERYTHING!! My son! My life! Had to give up everything!!!!"

"What did you have to give up!? I didn't take anything from you! I tried to hide what you did to me! Do you know, that I cry!? In my room! All the time! Because of YOU! Mom and dad tried to take care of me! But you! You beat me!" my sister told Mercy, I think she told me that Mercy was insanely angry, 'cause her eyes started to look like a raging fire, just waiting to burn her to death."Is THAT all you have to say?" the anger in her voice, was starting to grow and rise, just like the anger she had then, "Wow, I thought I was ignorant! I tried to COPE with you! YOU! You don't know... Do you want me to hurt you, NOW!?!?" the pain increasing, she knew Mercy was tightening her grip intentionally to cause pain, her fear grew.If her grandmother Got any angrier, she'd probably kill her.

Her father jumped in and he had his gun, grabbed his daughter, pulled her close, pointed the gun at his mother, and told her "mom if all you want is me to love you... Then try loving my daughter! I tried to think differently of you! When we lived with you, I thought you were stressed! When I found out what you did to my daughter, I thought you were mentally ill...!! well... now I know what's wrong with ya... Get out of my house! And if you don't! There are two ways this could go! Either I shoot you! Or call the police! Choose one! CHOOSE!!!!"

My grandmother was devastated, and distraught. She couldn't believe what she heard, her own son... Saying those things... It hurt... She started crying and said "Well... I don't know...""You don't know? I'm calling the police!" and my father went for the phone and called the police...

She was charged with child abuse, my dad won the case, the judge gave her 7 years...When my sister was 15, my big brother, Colby who was born in 1999 was a happy baby, laughed a lot, cried a little, but not too much, when he turned 1, a BIG birthday party was thrown, a few days later, we were born, My brother, Jason and me, Voila.

When my sister was 16, My parents were so happy, that's what my sister said, we were born in Mercy's home because she badgered my father to come to visit, it was unexpected, my uncle came to help.

My parents welcomed us, a kiss on each of our foreheads from our brother, my grandparents were in another room, unhappy about our birth...My mother held us close, my father watching to keep an eye on us because of where we were, he didn't want to leave us alone...At least, not with our grandparents...

The next day, my mom and dad wanted to spend the day with all of us so my brother and sister wouldn't feel left out.Our siblings helped out with us, too.My sister says we were very happy.

My brother, Colby was picking at the food, it was a picnic, he was really playing with it and throwing it at a tree, they put him in a high chair and gave him baby food, he behaved better with baby food, that is, after a timeout, until...

"Oh, my little girl...! What are you doing!?" it was my grandmother from my mother's side, her name was Nancy...

My grandfather's name was Edwin, he was with her."I'll take that twin girl, you take that twin boy." my grandmother said, my father knew what was going on and fully attacked my grandparents, only my mother made him stop, my sister was sitting on her knees holding us all in protection.

"LET GO! We have to get them as newborns and drop them!" my grandmother said, my father was holding them back, he was a strong man and could lift the front of a car and pull it anywhere, my sister told me.

He would never let anyone hurt us, not even mom.My father was trying to keep them away from us.The next day, my parents were driving and...They got in a car crash...

My sister was taking care of us at home, they were going to look at houses for us for when we grew up, they found notes of all the houses they picked out, they were taken to the hospital, but...

They didn't make it, they died at the hospital, my sister was distraught, my uncle wanted custody of us, but my grandparents from my father's side got custody; I don't know why, they seemed like the last people they'd give us to; especially, since they were arrested for abusing my sister!

My uncle was devastated; we were about to live in an abusive household for the rest of our lives.Once we started living there; we were abused; they beat us, that's what my sister said.We have nothing to go about that time in our lives; but what my sister and my uncle told us since we were so young was that they beat my brother Colby, he was still 1, so I can't say he didn't cry or that he remembers it...

Me and my twin brother, Jason, were still newborns.They cut us.

After hours of living in that household, my sister decided to run away with us.She only had two baskets, one for me, and my twin brother, and one for my big brother, Colby.She found an abandoned house and we stayed there and my sister made a sign saying "not for sale" so nobody would try to buy it.

She raised us and took care of us, then later, she started drinking.She still took care of us, but she would ALWAYS have a drink in her hand and was always drunk from all the drinking she did.

She would sometimes go to People's homes, laughing, scaring People.I would go and take her back home, I remember this one time that I had to go get her, in a few days, it would be my Birthday, I would turn 4, my sister took the last swig of vodka and a bit of beer was in it, I think, she said it when she was drunk, she got up and said "When you have Vodka with a tiny bit of beer, it's time to collaborate, it's hard not to tell, People... They don't tell but I'll tell.. Hello, World! Here i come!"

She took some wobbly steps to the door, Oh, I dreaded what came next.She was knocking the people's doors, in no hurry to stop.

I had to go get her before someone saw her as a threat, I was always scared; that someone might have a gun and shoot her out of fear, so I went like I always did and tried to bring her home, especially when i saw the man at the door had a gun!

I pulled as hard as i could, it's harder for a 3-year-old to pull an adult, especially when they're drunk, it wasn't long before I explained the situation and asked for help but she wouldn't leave without telling him about her vodka and beer, she said, "vodka and a bit little beer; GREAT COMBINATION. Tell everybody; spread the word!"

The man said he would and helped me take her home.

She told him "You... Are a good person." and told him "Thank you." He said "Your Welcome." and he took her into the house with me, he asked me "Little girl, where's your mommy?" and i replied, "I don't have a Mommy..."

"Where's your daddy?" he asked,"I don't have a daddy..."I replied, he looked at me, worried for a minute, and then asked "who's looking after you, then?"So I said "Sissy..."

He started to look worried, I guessed children shouldn't be living like that, but, to me, at 3 turning 4 in a few days, it HAD to be the right way for a child to live, I loved my sister, and O still do, but, now, i know it wasn't the right way to live, back then, i thought it was...The man was going to leave, but then i asked him, "Were you going to kill my sister?" he looked back at me, still worried, and said "no, but someone might, your sister shouldn't go around scaring people like that,"

"And you shouldn't either," he said, i felt like i was being blamed,"But, i didn't do anything." I ranted,

"i know, i just don't want you doing what your sister did," he said, it was clear he knew what i was thinking.

Anyway, things were the same, without the heavy drinking at least, My sister started coming home a little drunk every day and every night, she worked early in the morning, so after work, she'd go to the bar, and she'd sneak up at night when we were sleeping.

I woke up one night because i heard a noise, and i saw her, i followed her to the bar, i... was... shocked... "At night, too?" I thought.

I went home by myself, those drinks must have tasted good, i... I thought... We'd be left at home, no nannies, no babysitters, just us, we enjoyed our freedom, we could do whatever we wanted.No one to tell us to do this, do that, stay there, stay here, go there, go here, we could do whatever we wanted.

No supervision and we liked it that way. She'd come home drunk all the time, i do have some memories of her sober.

That was when she would play with us when she was drunk, she'd just sleep, and it was all she did.

To Be Continued...