The 6 Sick Secrets
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Bioplar? A two headed monster? An Alter egoed Hulk? A Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde? No-just my father. One minute pleasure, next minute pain. He hid in his own skin like a prisoner in a jail cell, held hostage by his own addictions. He locked our family up with him in a downward spiraling whirlwind, choking away our hope, and drowning us all in turbulent pain where there was no key to loosen the bolts he drilled through our hearts. We kept quiet. We couldn’t find a way out. Our whole life was a secret.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . Spring Secret
Daddy and I had a thing only the two of us did. We played catch in the back yard together. I remember his smile and the warm breeze of Spring wrapping around our bodies tightly like my mitt wrapped around the ball he threw to me. I squeezed the ball, making sure not to drop it. It didn’t fit very well inside my glove, but with force I was able to hold on. That’s how Daddy held on to his family. We were his baseball, and he didn’t dare let us squeeze out of his grip.
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. . . . . . . . . . . .Black Secret
I was at home alone with my father one night. Thinking back to it now, I don’t remember much, but a heavy presence of darkness that crept up and trapped me throughout the night. The darkness lived inside my father, and he let it escape to haunt me. He tried to hit me. I don’t know what held him back. Nothing physical, but I didn’t think he had a conscience to stop him. I remember trying to run away from his stinging breath, those intoxicating fumes of whisky. I remember turning away from his stare, but it still lingered around me; lurking and threatening, enclosing me in a bubble of murky blackness. I remember the crescendo of my heart beat vibrating inside my chest, traveling through me, reverberating inside my head. I remember the panic that jabbed through me, poking me with needles full of poison, tranquilizing my comfort and transforming my being into pure fear. I remember his eyes looked thirsty as rivers of bloodshot veins drowned out the emerald green he once had.
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TO BE CONTINUED..........
