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June 11th, 2004
What!? My father is here?! Why?! I hate him!? No! He can't come! I won't let him!!"I shout at the top of my lungs.
My aunt sits down and cries. "I told him not to come. I knew it was to soon. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...," Anne tells me in a hoarce wisper.
"What do you mean 'he's on probation'? What he do kill someone? Is there anything else I should know?" I say rudely.
"Yes. His children are coming." She says between tears.
"He has kids?! How could he do this?! I wish he would die!!! I hate him!! I hate you! I hate everyone on this whole planet! Why can't you all just die?!" I yell at the startled woman.
I stomp off and curse every bad word I know. I won't talk to him. It hits me. homicide. I'll kill
everyone. Yeah, that'll work. Then I'll be alone for ever and no one can bother me. But I can't. I just can't.
I hear Annie yelling at some man, probably my father. Some one opened my door. It was him.
"Get away from me you **** ****." I can't believe I just said that.
"Don't talk to me that way you little ****!" He says as he slaps me.
I start to scream. "HHHHEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPPP MMMEEEEEEEE!!!! I'M GONNAAA DIE!!!! HHHEELLLPP!!!"
I can get him back in prison. Then I'll never have to see him again.
Security guards run into the room. I tell them, "he kicked me and then he choked me." I lied, but I have to get him away from me. "...and so I yelled so I didn't die." I try my best to cry.
"I'll take him to his probation officer." I was glad he was in handcuffs and in the bathroom waiting for the police while I tell my story.
I hear the police yell at him. I think they just slapped him, it was loud, could have been with a gun or their beating sticks.
"May I have something to drink?" I try to be polite.
"Excuse me, Miss? We'll take him to jail, your aunt will drive you there later. 'K?"
"Okay, thank you." A man hands me lemonade as I turn.
When I sit down my aunt looks at me. "We'll drive to the jail tomorrow." She looks away and says "Sorry, Leah."
"I'm going to bed, now," I don't want to see her again.
"Wait, I talked to the social worker after the indecent she says it will be two months before the adoption is final so you'll live here for that time."
"Okay." I walk to my room.
"I'll be here for two months, Jess." I look at her.
She doesn't say anything. I guess I'll just go to sleep.
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