Margie speaks…

The goosebumps cover my arms as I think of that day… the hair on the back of my neck standing tall… I hear a small voice softly saying “I am scared”… it’s Margie wanting to tell all…

She sits on the floor of her little cell and plays with ball and jacks… I hear the thump of the ball as it hits the hard cold floor, I see the sunken eyes of a child… she sits an plays quietly for fear of being heard… she knows if she speaks it meant a beating…

I push the thoughts out of my mind as I listen to the news on CNN about the shooter in Texas… it had been 2 days since a young man killed 26 innocents…

My husband was reading the paper and I started talking… for once he was all ears and eyes…

I sat slowly onto my desk chair, kitchen towel in hand that I could not keep still, wringing it as the black and white memory turned to color…

Dad walked in the door, it was a hot night in Big Springs, Texas… a baby had just been born… Mom was in a mood and started in on dad.. the man who had just finished a long day working 2 jobs….

At first it was just words and I rolled over to go back to sleep… then I heard a thud… I crept out of bed and opened the door and both parents where hitting upon each other with a viciousness I had never seen… My older half-brother too came out of the bedroom and what came next is a blur….

I remember mom hitting dad and dad hitting mom… both intent on causing harm… I heard a baby crying in the background and the words “don’t let him near the baby”…the him was dad…

I saw my brother being brutally beaten and mom was going down… the younger siblings standing in the doorways crying and my pushing them back to safety… then it was my turn…

There was no one left to stop the enraged man who wanted to take the life of a baby, he knew wasn’t his…

I fought and clawed, I screamed and begged…. my body so little had no impact on the enraged man…

I succumb to darkness and Margie fled…

I screamed out for my husband to save me as it all hit me at once… the ugly carnage, the hate and the violence… my brain would let me see no more…

It was the first time in 50 years that I would remember that fateful night in Texas, when Margie fled to a jail cell not of her making… her first love had tried to kill her…

I see Margie lift her eyes up to look at mine… I see the pain so long-buried but no longer denied…

She takes my hand as we leave that jail cell behind… No more secrets, no more denying… Margie has awaken there is more to find…

TimesUp #MeToo

I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...