Idk
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 1
Abuse.
At school ... first hour ... home room. We call it study hall ... because that’s what we do, study. Since the rash of school shootings we eliminated student lockers. No place to conceal weapons. Coming in, there’s a metal-dector we have to walk through. A couple of kids got expelled for trying to bring ‘things’ through.
“Jesus, David, another doorknob.?”
“Daddy, they’ve all been daddy.”
“What on earth happened to your eye?” The questioner was the studyhall monitor.
I turned to look at her.
“My mistake ... both eyes. Here’s a hall pass ... go see the nurse. Jackie ... go with him and see he gets there.”
The nurse took one look and summoned the principal ... he called the Super and David pleaded, “Don’t call the police.”
“Why not?”
“Daddy is a cop. They protect their own.”
The Superintendent called the State Police and they called State Abuse Control. The abuse officer tended to call all males son and girls by Miss.
“Son, it’s obvious ... who did this?”
“Daddy. He came home drunk ... again ... and started in on mom.”
“You should have called the police.”
“Daddy is the patrol Sergeant.”
“I see.” And he did.
“After she was down he hit me. I hit him with the hot skillet from the stove. He tried to get up. I kept hitting him until he stopped ... I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Then what?”
“I got mom off the floor. We went to bed ... daddy was still on the floor in the kitchen. Mom had to go to work. She works for the County Prosecutor. I came to school. Daddy was still on the floor ... there was a lot of blood. I don’t know what to do.”
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