Bobby James, You Are So Damn Dumb!

“No, Grandma, please don’t kill me, please don’t kill me."

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t ever get out of bed again, I promise. Please don’t hurt me.” I screamed louder.

I was shaking badly. I couldn’t get away. It had taken a few seconds before I realized she had stopped whipping me. I saw her walk toward the front of the house where someone was knocking on the front door. I followed at a safe distance, trying to see what was going on.

“Good evening Mrs. Christian.” It was the police chief, Mr. Holland. “May I come in,” he asked.

…she opened the screen door still holding the buggy whip in her hand.

Nine years later:

“There’s no room for you at Grandma’s…we have been talking about what to do with you.”

I don’t know if anger or disappointment, unleashed a powerful energy within me that exploded. I decided at that moment that no one would find me in the way or a nuisance any longer. “Mom, stop! I can decide my own damned destiny; I’m gonna’ join the Army Air Force.”

"My mother didn't love me or want me..."