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I hated when Daddy hit mommy. When he drank, he became an absolute monster. Someone I didn't recognize. Nothing like the sweet doting father and Pastor he allowed everyone else to see. Like right now. I could hear them arguing. Their voices escalating. The same argument every time.
“Look, I worked a twelve hour shift today and I don't feel like having this conversation, Earl. Take your drunk behind to bed!”
“Oh so you're just going to throw your job in my face huh? Like I don't want to work?!”
“God, I wish you would stop with this woe is me crap. I've had it up to here with your self-pity. God spared your life in that car accident but all you can do is talk about what you can't do anymore. “
About a year ago, Daddy and mommy had been on their way to a church banquet in Arlington when a truck had run a red light and not only hit but totaled their car. They'd both survived but Daddy’s hand had been pinned in the driver’s side door and it hadn't been the same since. He couldn't work because it was his dominant hand that had been smashed. And he blamed mommy for what happened. He blamed her for everything. I thought it was so unfair.
“You wanna repeat that Patrice?” I heard Daddy say. I could tell he was about to snap.
I heard her sigh, like she was just tired of this merry go round. “Nothing…just nothing.”
“Say it again!” He roared at her and I jumped. My heart began beating frantically and my palms began to sweat. God please don't let hit mommy! I prayed. I prayed hard because once he unleashed his wrath on her, I would be next. I heard his big feet move and then my mother yelped. Then I heard her scream as he pushed her into the door.
“I hate when you spew that God spared me crap!” Slap.
“Stop Earl!” Mommy screamed
“I’ll stop when I'm good and ready! You don't run me! I'm the man of this house, not you!” Daddy bellowed. Slap. Soon after I heard the doorknob being turned and I hightailed it up to my room and locked myself in my closet. Putting my hands over my ears, I prayed again. “Please God. Don't let him hurt me. I’ll be a good girl. I promise."