The Abuse (Part 2)

Now because social services became involved, she was trying to treat me like gold. I was able to see that she was very nervous, and I liked seeing that in her. She has had me be so scared for so long, I wanted her to feel just a tad of what I was feeling. when we got home from the hospital, she was a different person. "Are you hungry, want me to make you anything?". Even though she was being nice, I was still terrfied. I lied on my father, and felt terrible about it. That is all I was able to think about. He had no idea what was going on, but my lying has put him apart of it. When I got home, I had to stay in bed for a few days. The Doctor said it would be the best thing for me. So of course my mother, was trying to be all over me.  If I was hungry she wanted to bring me my food, if I was thirsty same thing. My sister was young at the time, but even she noticed the change in our mothers behavior. "Why is she being so nice to you Elias?", my sister asked. I did not have an answer for her. I didnt want to tell her, that I lied on my father. So I just stood quiet. Time goes by and I have to get the staples removed from my head. We head to the hospital, and of course she is being nice still. I was able to see in her face, that she was nervous. I was not going to say anything though. In the back of my head, I remembered her saying she will kill me if I said anything. "So how are you feeling?", the doctor asked me. " Good I guess", i told him. Funny thing was, the detective who was questioning me before was in the hospital. He kept giving me this look. Made me kind of nervous to look at him, so of course I looked away. Once my staples were out, the doctor asked me yet another question. "Is there anything you would like to tell us, before you go back home?". This caught me off gaurd, so I was stuck. Didn't really know what to say. "No nothing important", I told him. I was done, so we head home. The ride was quiet as usual. when we get inside, my mom decides to clean the house. she was not yelling at me, or hitting me. I'm not complaining, just was worried. Only because I felt it was going to come soon. However it never came, so I began to relax a little bit. Days go by, and still everything seems okay. So one day she starts drinking a lot. I paid it no mind though, because if she was going to hit me, there was nothing I was able to do about it. She did'nt  hit me though. She was dancing and all of that. And what happens? The door bell rings. We were not expecting company, and her reaction was great. She turned down the music quickly, and hid all her alcohol bottles. When she opens the door, there was a lady I have never seen before. "Hello how are you doing? My name is Ms. Cruz, and I would like to talk to you, and then your son." I was so nervous, because I knew this lady knew what really went down. She comes inside and speaks with my mother first. In a way I was looking forward to speaking with her, but at the same time I did not want to. I just felt like she would not be able to help me. So the time comes when she is ready to speak with me. "How are you doing Louie? Is everything okay?". "I'm fine, thank you", I told her. She knew I was not fine. She wanted to cut right to the point, and was very blunt. "Did your mom mess your head up?" Just from my reaction, I knew she was able to tell what I was thinking. "No response is needed", she told me. After that she went to my mother. "Mrs. Morales, we will be seeing each other soon". As she was walking out, my mother was trying to keep her cool. She was panicking, but was not showing it. "So what was she asking you?" I knew that was coming, but since I seen she was worried, I played with her. "Oh she didn't ask much, just how I was doing." She just stared at me. I knew she was mad, but I didn't care. Days go by, and she was still being nice. That day finally came, and Ms. Cruz had company with her. The doorbell rang, and when the door was opened, Ms Cruz had about 5 police officers wth her. Including the dective from the hopsital. Soon as they came inside, he looked at me and winked. "Mrs. Morales we are here to inform you, that we will be takng your kids away from you today." My mother statred crying as soon as she heard the news. "We know what has been going on here, and we also know that you have been telling your son if he says anything you'll hurt him." I knew as Ms. Cruz was telling my mother this, she knew because of the detective. In a way I was happy, yet at the same time I was very sad. No young child wants to move away from home, and go somewhere else. Especially if they dont know where they are going. During all of this my sister was just lost. Ms. Cruz then says, "Louie, I'm going to need you and your sister pack a weeks worth of clothes." When I heard that, I just broke down. As much as I wanted to leave, I really did not want to. As I was packing, all I was doing was crying. I just wanted to scream out for my dad to come rescue me. I guess the police officers knew I was feelng bad about everything. So when I was done packing, they all came into my room and closed my door. "You dont have to be afriad, you can tell us what happened", the detectve told me. His name is Dectective Gonzalez by the way. Even though there was so many police officers in the house, I was still afrad of my mother. She put to much fear in my heart big time. "There is nothing for me to talk about", I told him. "Louie we know what happened, we just need to hear you say it. Your mother wont know you told us anythng. We are really trying to help you, but you are not letting us." I felt so bad, because it was easy to see that these people really cared. I just felt like I was not able to trust them. I told them, "nothing happend." "Well we can't make you talk if you do not want . Well lets go, you still have to leave." They were so disappointed, but I had my chance and blew it. As we came out of my room, my mother was still crying. She was hugging my sister, and my sister was still crying too. "Come give me a hug Elias", she told me. I really didn't want to, but for some reason I gave her one. Then Ms. Cruz began to talk again, "Okay guys, you'll be back home in a week, we promise." As much as I didn't want to come back, a part of me did. Maybe because that was the only home, I ever knew. Or maybe because, I always had hope that one day my dad would return. They take us down stairs, and put us in a car. My sister, Ms. Cruz, Detective Gonzalez, and myself were in one car. "So where are we going", I asked. "We are taking you guys downtown, we have to figure out where we are going to put you." Of course that is not what I wanted to hear at all. I never liked going somewhere, and have no clue of where I would end up. Ms. Cruz then said, "nothing to worry about, we are not going to split you guys up. We will make sure you both are sent to the same place." I had to say, so I just stood quiet for the whole ride. Even though the ride was only from the Bronx to Manhattan, it felt like we were in that car forever. They pull up the car to a big building. It was night time so I was not sure of where I was exactly. Some buildings looked familar, others did not. I wanted to stay in the car, for some reason I was nervous about the whole situation. "Time to get out guys", Detective Gonzalez told us. We got out of the car, and they grabbed our bags for us. We head into the building, and there was no type of noise. Everything was so quiet. The elevator comes, and we step inside. Detective gonzalez started talking to me. " I can tell your nervous and scared Louie, but you dont have anything to worry about. We will make sure we place you and your sister in a good home." As he finished speaking he gave me his wink again. It made me feel a little better, however actions speak louder than words. I didn't want to hear anything, I wanted to see things happen. We finally reach our floor, and step off the elevator. There was a lady at the front desk, and she smiled as she seen us. I had no clue who she was, just was another friendly face to me. "You guys are getting in late", she says. With so much that happened earlier in the day, I had no idea how late it was. They then escorted us to a doctors room. "Okay Louie, we are just going to have to take some blood from you and your sister. Then give a regular checkup." I looked at her, and said "okay, its not like i have a choice." They all just smiled at my comment. After all of that was taken care off, they took us to another part of the building. It looked similar to a waiting room in a doctors office. "When do you think we will be back home Elias?", my sister asked me. "Honestly I dont think it will be no time soon Na-Na." I was able to see in her eyes, that was not the answer she wanted to hear. I felt so bad for her. She was so young at the time, and even though she wasn't physically hurt, I knew everything was tearing her apart inside. She got quiet, but she began to tear. She said nothing, and I knew she wanted to say something. Instead of questioning her, I gave her time. I knew when she was ready to talk, she would come around. A good 20 minutes passed, and Ms. Cruz returned. " Okay Louie, I know we told you we were not going to seperate you two, but at this time of night we can't find a place. So tonight you and your sister will both be staying here, just in separate areas. We have to part the boys from the girls, while they are sleeping in the building. But dont worry, if you want to pay her a visit, just let us know. Someone will take you to where she's going to be at." I really was not feeling the idea, however there was nothing I was able to do. "Well can you just try hard to get us into a home soon?", I asked her. She kneeled down to the chair I was sitting in, and touched my face. "I will do my best, I promise." For some reason I felt deep compassion in her voice, and really believed she would do all she can. At this moment, they had to split my sister and I up. So of course we exchanged hugs and kisses. "I'll see you later Na-Na. Dont be scared, everything will be okay, I told her." Even though I was not one hundred percent sure things will be fine, I knew it comforted her to hear me say that to her. She then smiled, and hugged me again, but only this time it felt like a different type of hug. From the hug I was able to tell that she truely belived, what I just told her. All I was able to do was pray that Ms. Cruz would come through for us. "Ms. Cruz?" "Yes Louie?", she repsonded. I then asked her, "where did Detective Gonzalez go?" Once again she gave me that smile again. "He had to fill out some paper work, but dont worry. He will be checking up on the both of you througout the night." I was hoping he really would check on us. Even though every time he was around I didn't talk, I liked when he was around. He made me feel safe in a weird way. Two other people walked into the room now. One male, and the other female. I knew this was the moment when my sister and I would part. I stared to get so dismal, but could not show it. I did not want my sister to get scared or worried. Before we split, i went  over to her. "I'll be seeing you later kiddo. Love you." Gave her another hug and kiss, and tried my best to not break down. I did pretty good. Lasted up until she was out of my sight. I was so angry with everybody. Screaming would have helped me so much, but I just kept it inside like always. As the guy who came into the room and myself were walking down the hallway, he bagan to talk. Now I was really getting annoyed, with the fact that everybody wanted to talk to me. I understood they were just trying to comfort me, but I did not want to talk anymore. We arrive to yet another room, and what do I see? Rows and rows of beds, with people just sleeping. I've had my own room since I was small, and I did not like the look of that at all. The guy seen the look and my face, and quickly spoke. "No need to worry Louie, nothing ever happens here. They are all good kids, who are scared and have been hurt just like you." I was not really worried about anything happening to me. Just wanted to be alone after everything that happened that night, and was not even able to get that. I knew my sister was not going to like it either. He took me to the bed I would be sleeping in. Hated the idea so much. Since I was not going to be able to sleep peacefully, I figured I might as well pay my sister a visit. I asked the guy who brought me in if he would be able to take me to her. Before he was able to answer, my sister walked in with the lady  who took her to where she would be sleeping. And who comes in after her? Ms. Cruz. "Hows everything Louie?", she asked. I respond, "everything is going great." She then says, "yes I know, and guess what?" Could not think of anything she would have to tell me. It seemed like the night kept getting worse and worse, by the minute. "What Ms. Cruz?", I asked her. "Surprisingly at this time of night, we have found a place for you and your sister.", she told me. At the sound of this, my sister and I became ecstatic. We were both glad at the fact, that we did not have to stay at that place for the night. Without hesitation we both asked for our bags, and were ready to go. Ms. Cruz gave me a hug, and whispered in my ear. "I told you I would take care of you." She then hugged me, and then my sister. We got our bags, then went back downstairs. Same car with the same people, and was on our way to a new home. Even though we were happy, we were sad at the same time. We missed being in our home, despite the abuse that took place. It was my home for many years. " So I'm going to give you guys my number, and if you need to call for any reason feel free". I was really beginning to like her. She really came through for us. She then said, "we are almost there guys, not to much longer." We both started to get nervous, yet happy. We pull up to the building, and get out of the car. They get our bags for us from the trunk, and walk us into the building. We head upstairs, and they knock on the door. It opens up, and we see our foster mom.

The Abuse (Part 1)

Alot of my friends are unaware, but there was a point in my life, in which I was physically abused. This abuse came from my birth mother. She had a habit of getting drunk almost every single day, with the money my dad would send her for child support. Now before I go any further, just know that my father was a great father. He always did everything he was able to do for us, to make us happy and satisfied. When my mother started drinking heavy, she would always argue. It eventaully got to the point when, my dad was no longer able to take it. So he seperated from her, and went to live somewhere else. Leaving my sister and I, to deal my drunken mother. For some odd reason everytime she got drunk, she felt the need to abuse me. Maybe I reminded her of my father, I'am not sure. All I know is that, it was the worst. It started happening a lot when I was in the 6th grade. At that time I was still living in the Bronx. The abuse started very slowly. Little by little, I would miss more and more days of school. My mom got to the point, where she would not wake me up at all to go. Of course the school got involved, due to the amount of school days I was missing. They would call my house, but my mom would not pick up the phone. Everytime they called, I would get so nervous. Only because, my mom would always get angry at me. Angry at me when it was actually her fault. Her being the parent, she should have made it her priority, to send me to school. So everytime the school called asking about me being absent, she would take it out on me. Doing everything from choking me, to punching me. I was so terrified of her, and no child should be terrified of there parent. It eventually got to the point, where she would blame me for everything. I would wake up scared about what would happen to me. She would accuse me of stealing her things, hitting my sister, touching my sister, and many other things I did not do at all. Not going to lie, for a point in time, I hated my sister. Only because sometimes, she would lie in fear, saying I did things to her. Even though I know she said it because she was afriad, I was still upset with her. My mother tried choking me, with my hoody. She choked me in the air, until I was knocked out. Threatened to throw me out of the window, as well as throw my down the incinerator. One night she even ran the bath tub, and tried very hard to drown me under the water. Now dont think I'm lying about any if this. Everything I'am sharing with you, is very true. I hated going to sleep, and was afraid to wake up. No child should have to go through that, especially a child who does not cause trouble. There was one night that she took me in the bathroom, and just put a knife to my throat. Once again, I did nothing wrong. I just remember not knowing if I was going to live or die. I just stood against the wall, staying as still as i could. She just kept saying things that had nothing to do with me, so I just stood quiet. Waited for her to come to her senses. When she finally did, I ran to my room and started crying. I wanted god to come and save me so bad, however I dont think he was able to come in time. I was left alone for a good 30 minutes, and then I hear music blasting. Eventually she came into my room, and told me to come to her room. Her stereo was blasting, and she was dancing all over the place. She told me to just sit on her bed, and of course I did what she said. Her friend was over at this time. Her friend was a mentally challenged individual, who knew what my mother was doing was wrong. She never said anything because if she did, my mother would start to argue with her. Therefore, she always stood out of it.  On the occasion I'm speaking of, for no reason my mother started beating me with a brush. Beating me strictly on my butt. She did this for about a good 10 minutes straight, no exaggeration . While she was doing this her friend was standing in the door way, and I remember reaching out to her for her help. She was not able to do anything, and I honestly did not expect her to do anything. After this terrible beating, I was sent to my room and cried myself to sleep. It was a challenge to sit down, because my butt was as sore as can be. That next morning was quiet, and it was for a good reason. I woke up to an empty house. Empty and messy as can be. The apartment smelt like beer and strong liquor. Furniture was moved all over the place, and no food to eat. My sister and I were young and all alone at home. I had no choice but to call my grandmother. and inform her of the situation. She told told me "I will call your grandfather, and we will come and pick you guys up shortly". I hung up the phone feeling a bit  at ease. My sister was very scared. She asked me "Elias, what are we going to do?" I responded "dont worry, we will be picked up shortly." The whole time I was just hoping that my grandparents would get to the house, before my mother did. When they arrived they seen the condition of the apartment, and were speechless. My grandfather told me "elias pack up some clothes, because you guys are going to stay with us for a while." Without hesitation, I packed our clothes. Before you know it, we are in route to their house. I was so happy knowing, I was leaving my house. Even though I knew it was not permanent, it still brough some joy to my heart. As we arrive at my grandparents house, I felt so much more comfortable. Was able to eat in peace, and not worry about getting hit. However like all good things, that came to a quick end. Within a few hours my evil mother showed up, and I was so upset. When she arrived there was no coversation, she just told us to get out stuff. So of course we did. Said goodbye to our grandparents and headed home. We took a cab, and the whole ride was as silent as can be. We get home, and I head straight to my room. To my surprise my mother did not bother me. This put hope in my heart. I thought maybe my mother was getting better.  The weekend was near, and she asked "would you like to go to your aunts house, for the weekend?" Me being as scared of her as I was responded, "of course I would, I havent seen her in a while." So my sister and I were sent to New Jersey for the weekend. Now while we were up there, we were having so much fun. It felt great to be able to laugh and enjoy yourself, while not worrying about the day taking a dramatic change. I did everything from play football, to riding bikes. Played video games, and watched movies. It was like paradise to me, compared to how I had to live in my house. So the whole time I'm having a blast, I dont even think to telll my aunt a thing about my mom. As bad as I wanted to, I was afriad of what my mother would do if she found out I told. With that being said, I stood quiet about the whole thing. The fun filled weekend of course came to a close, and it was time to head back to the bronx. I hated this part the most of course. I dreaded the whole ride back home. The whole drive my aunt was talking and laughing, and I wanted to tell her so bad. Yet like I said, I was to afriad of my mom. We finally arrive at my house, and I wanted to ask my aunt so bad, if I can go back home with her. My mother comes downstairs to get us, and they have there quick little conversation. Of course my mother acts as if, everything is perfect in our house. She was very good at acting like nothing was going on. They exchange hugs and kisses, and we head up to the apartment. As soon  as we head inside my mother flips out. "Elias, what did you guys do over there?" I respond, "we had fun, like we were suppose to do." She smiles for a quick second, then gets very serious. "Did anybody show up out of the blue?" So now I'm very confused, because there were many people at my aunts during that weekend. "There was a lot of family there, if that is what your asking", I tell her. By the look on her face, it was clear she was getting frustrated. For a good couple of minutes, nothing was said at all. She then pushes me with force. "Did your father show up to the house?" "No, why would he show up? you told him to stay away from us" I think that response made her more upset with me, because she continued to push me. Still asking about my father, with so much hatred in her eyes. Now this is when I knew, something was about to happen. I knew that something was not going to be good. She comes out of nowhere and asks, "was your father in the bed with your aunt?" Now this is when I'm like whoa time out, in my head of course. She sees the confused look on my face, and I think that is what made her believe he was. "No, daddy was nowhere near us the whole time we were there, I never seen him." For some reason she had it in her head, that he was there the whole weekend. She starts to slap me over and over, asking about my dad in the process. "was he there? dont lie to me" Crying and trying to asnwer at the same time I tell her, "no he was not there." Everytime she hears no, she hits harder and harder. It went from slaps to the face, to punches to the body. Now anybody who knows me knows, at the age of 21 I,m still a small person. Well I was about 10 years, taking body punches from a grown woman. She was knocking the wind out of me over and over, not caring at all about the pain. I begin to scream once my breath comes back, and she covers my mouth. "Dont you dare scream, or it will get worse." So I try as hard as I can to lower my voice, however it was very hard. Out of nowhere she left me alone. Went to her room, and locked her door. I'm just laying on the floor in our living room, in so much pain. I hated her so much. A good  30 minutes go by, and I'm still on the floor. I did not want to move at all, because I though if I did, it will be bad news for me. As I'm just laying all I can think about was my father. I missed him so much, and just wanted him to come and save me. My dad had no clue what was going on in our house though. As the night grew older, my evil mother was still in room. I figured it was safe now, and made my way to my room. Curled myself up in my bed, and cried myself to sleep. It was not the best sleep, but it helped a little. I woke up very early, around 5 in the moring. The house was very quiet, and I felt as if I was in a suspensful movie. I felt everything was safe, up until i heard the bang. She kicked open my room door, and it fell right of the hinges. "Why was your door locked?",she asked. I respond, "I always lock my door." She picks me up out of bed, and takes me into the hallway. Her breath smelled of strong alchohol. With out any other words, she holds me by the neck, and just tossed me. I landed mouth first on to the floor, and was surprised that I didnt lose any teeth. I was not in pain, but I did stay on the floor. I look into the living room, and who do I see? Jessie. A guy who did security at one of the stores my dad managed. When I seen him, just sitting on the couch I was very confused. He seen me on the floor, and said nothing. This is the second person who has seen my mom abuse me, and has said nothing. He did not tell her stop, nor why she was doing it. It almost seemed to me, like he didnt care. Shortly after that, he leaves of course. I guess he may have felt akward, who knows or cares. Once again my mother goes to her room. I can hear that she is on the phone, just can't make out what she was saying. "Elias!!!!!!" When I heard that, I got so scared. I walked near her room, and she comes out with the phone in her hand. "Your grandmother wants to speak to you." For some reason when I heard that, I was very happy. Almost felt as if, I would be able to cry for help to her. To my surprise however, my mom was standing over me the time. So I was not able to say what I really wanted to say. "Hi elias, how have you been?" "I've been okay grandma, what about you?" As I asked the question, my mother gave me this evil stare. "Okay give me back the phone now", my mom said. While she was pulling the phone away, I was able to hear my grandma saying something. My mom then said, "Go to your room now." As I head toward my room i hear, "he had homework to do, he'll call you back later." Once I heard that, I felt more punishment was coming my way. I was in my room watching tv, trying to not think about anything. My mom then comes in my room asking about a phone book. "Where did you put my phone book?" Now I was really lost when she asked that, because I never tocuhed any of her things. "I did not touch it, maybe you lost it mom." A punch to my eyebrow comes real fast, and I fall to the floor with my hand over my eye. She then says, "or maybe you wanted me to lose it, so you hid it somewhere." In my mind I'm saying, "okay this happened before, so just play along with her."  "You know what mom, I think I seen it in the kitchen." So I go into the kitchen, acting like I'm looking for something that I know is most likely not in there. The whole time she is just watching me, and it made me very nervous. After 10 minutes of "searching" she tells me to stop. "Just tell me where you put it, and stop playing." So to avoid getting hit again, I make up a story. "okay mom, i threw it out the window a few days ago." Now I said this because, I thought maybe she wouldn't care as much about it. Boy was I wrong. She then says, "well since you threw it out there, you better go find it". I now get dressed because, she was not joking. As I walk to the elevator, she tells me if I come back without it, the beatings will get worse. Now I knew the book was not out there, but this was my way to try and escape. She watches me from the window, and sees me look around. After about 15 minutes she tells me to come back upstairs. I was so terrified, and would have rather went anywhere else. So instead of going back home, I just walk around around outside. We lived in Co-Op City, and everything was pretty much close. I look back at it now, and I was very dumb. I say that because, a police station was right down the street from us. At the time, that was not on my mind. I was so afriad, I felt nobody was able to help. A good 35 minutes pass by, and I'm still outside. After a while my mom sent my friends to look for me. They found me in no time. "Louie where have you been?, your mom is so worried about you." "I was just walking around, I was going to head back soon." I wanted to stay at their house so bad, but I knew my mom would not have let that happen. They take me upstairs, and I'm at the point where I dont even care. As they knock on the door, I was hoping she was not going to answer. In no time she was at the door. "Thanks for bringing him homw guys, he had me so worried about him." "No problem Mrs. Morales, we didn't want anything to happen to him." If they only knew what my own mother was doing to me. As they leave of course, she wants to act like she loves me. Hugs me tight, until they are no longer in view. Slams the door, and here we go again. "Where the hell did you go?" Once again her breath was very strong, with achohol. I just stand there and say nothing. "Did your aunt come with your father?" That gave me a flash back to the other night. I was not able to understand why she always brought them up, and made it seem like they were a couple. "No, I was by myself the whole time." She gave me those dagger eyes again. "Elias do not lie to me, you can tell me if they came. I wont do anything." At that moment, I felt as if I could not move at all. I did not know to do or say. A moment of silence passed by, then she broke it. "I seen your aunts car outside, and your dad was inside." I then respond, "nobody was out there with me." All she does is smile. "You love your family so much, I see you lie for them."  Then came the punch to the body. As I dropped to the floor, she brings over a bottle of  liquor. I brace myself, because I expected to get hit with the bottle. "Drink some of this", she says to me. I just stare at her in disbelief, and she makes me open my mouth. She pours the liquor into my mouth, and the taste was horrible. I spit it out, and as I do that she squeezes the back of my neck. "If you dont drink this, I'm going to hit you again." Without hesitation, I do as she says. She then tells me to go in my room. I do as she says. Lay down on my bed, and fall asleep. I maybe slept for about an hour, then she woke me up. "Elias wake up!!! I'm going to ask you one more time. Was your aunt and father outside?" After being beat time after time, I was tired of it and told her what she wanted to hear. "Yes mom, they were outside. They saw me walking aroung, and called me over to the car. I went over and they asked, what was I doing outside by myself. I did not tell them anything, just told them I was going for a walk. Thats all that happened." I felt so bad after telling the lie, but I did not want to get hit anymore. She hugs me, and heads to her room. I knew that wasnt all that was going to happen that night, so I stood awake. She begins to blast the music, and tells me to come to her room. "Sit down elias, we are going to have fun." I sat on her bed, and just watched her. She seemed very happy, a little to happy in my opinion. All she was doing was dancing by  herself, and she was also singing. This whole time I'm just sitting there, remembering the last time she called me in her room. Out of nowhere, her leg goes up in the air. It comes down straight on the left side of my head, and I fell to the floor. I felt nothing at all, just felt like I just been pushed off the bed. As I get up of the floor, she is still dancing and singing. I touch my head and I was leaking blood. Didn't know what to do, so I just went to my room. Grabbed a T-shirt, and pressed it to my head. This happened around 7 P.M. My wonderful mother did not notice untill about 9. "Oh my god oh my god, what happened to you? Why didn't you come get me?" I was still in shock, so I said nothing, She presses a scarf to my head, then ties it on my head. "Your aunt and father did this, didn't they?" I heard her, but said nothing. My mind was still not fully there. She holds me for a few minutes, then tells me she loves me. Heads back into her room, and continues her music. It was now midnight, and she finally smells the coffee. "Elias we have to take you to the hospital, so get ready." Now mind you five hours have passed, and my head is still open. We get into a cab, and head to the hospital. We go to the emergency room, and we are seen right away. They clean the wound, and kept asking how it happened. Nobody answered them, so once they left for a few minutes, my mom came to me. She said "if you dont tell them your father did this, I'm going to kill you when we get home". My body froze at the sound of this. I did not want to blame my father, but I also did not want to die. So as the doctor comes in to staple my head, he starts talking to me. "okay buddy, how are you doing? I'm going to have to numb your head, so you may feel a sting." I was so into shock I did not feel anything the whole time. "Can you tell me what happened to you?" I stood quiet. He continued fixing me up, then left. Next thing I know a detective comes in. He gets straight to the point. "Hi you doing Louie? I'm going to get right into it. I need to know how that happened to you, and anything you tell me will be between us." I wanted to tell him so bad, but i remembered what my mom told me. In my head I was thinking the longer I take, the more trouble I would be in with my mom. So I tell him what my mom told me to say. "My dad did this to me." He looked at me with a look of confusion. "How did he do it?" I respond and said, "he punched me." "So he punched you, and gave you that gash in your head?" This detective was making me very nervous. I knew he was able to tell I was lying, but I did not know what else to do. "So he did that with his bare hands?" At that point i was very nervous and scared. Took me a while to say anything else, but I finally answered him. "Not with his bare hands, he had a ring on." He then wanted details such as, which is my dads dominant hand, which finger was the ring on, how big was the ring. I did not expect that, so I just told him I dont remember. He gave me a funny look, and just left. My mom came in, and she took me home. The ride home was very silent, which I was happy about. As soon as we get inside, my mother had a different attitude. She was very nice, and was caterting to my needs. "So what did they ask you?", she asked. I told her "They asked about what happened, and I told them what you said." After that, she did not ask about. I came to found out later, that social services began to get involved. That explained her change towards me.



( This is only part of what I had to go through. I will be posting more parts as time goes on. Thank you for reading.)