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HE SURVIVED
That is what the newspaper read as I took another look at the picture of the man beside the article. His hair was long. A run down face. He starred back at me. No smile, and the deep dark look in his eyes gave me chills. This man was familiar. I knew him, I just didn’t know how.
I continued to read the article.
The man had survived a drowning in a swimming pool. His name…his name was Jack.
I put the paper down when I realized I did in fact know him. How though? The thought stayed with me as I did chores around the house. He was an ugly man. His overpowering eyes looked like they were trying to curse you and whatever you might think about him. I hate him. Who is this man, Jack? And why am I so mad he survived a drowning?
It didn’t take long for my brain to allow me to have memory of who Jack was. I laid in bed that night and sobbed as I realized who Jack was.
10 Years Earlier
It was sometime during the afternoon. I was five and my sister was twelve. My mother’s boyfriend was taking us somewhere. I didn’t know where. I just knew to get in the old beat up truck and do as I was told. I had three other sisters, but I’m not sure where they were on this day. Perhaps they were safe with my mother?
It was just me, my sister Terri and Jack that piled into the truck. The seats were ripped and hot and sticky across the back of my legs. The tears almost cutting into them. I sat in the middle.
I smiled at my sister as we drove off.
She turned her head and looked out the window not giving me a smile in return. I turned to see Jack. Maybe get him to smile or tell us were we were going.
He stared on straight at the road his dirty tanned lanky arms grasping the steering wheel as if he was in a hurry.
“Where are we going?” I asked Jack. I turned back to see if Terri was wanting to know too, but she just kept starring out the window. She was sad for some reason.
“We are going hunting.” He smiled at the road.
Wow, I thought. I’ve never been hunting. I sat there grinning and wondering what it was going to be like. I wish my other sisters could have went hunting with us. Mom would probably have liked it.
Terri’s sadness overwhelmed me and I began to hold a straight face like she did. It was hard to be happy about hunting when she seemed so sad.
We bounced up and down as he turned the truck down a dirt road. Within minutes we pulled up to a large green field. Beyond the field was woods. He stopped the truck and quickly shut it off. It became very quiet.
“Roll down the window Terri” He said to her as he rolled his down.
I watched her slowly do this as if her body was shutting down. Her eyes swelled up. They were puffy and tears ran down her cheeks. She even moaned with her cry. If the moan had words, it was screaming, no.
“Sit tight” Jack announced to me as he began to throw his long legs out of the truck.
“But I thought I was going hunting too” I begged.
“You are. You have to sit here and look for deer. Me and Terri will be back in a minute and you can tell us if you see any.” I didn’t know what to think. But I knew better than to get upset or Jack would take it out on me.
“C’mon Terri!” He yelled as his face looked even more scary to me.
She slowly made it out of the truck. She looked at me. My sister didn’t want to go hunting. She was so upset. Her eyes were connected to mine as if she was holding onto me.
I watched as they walked off. The sun was shining down on the top of the trees and into my face. I moved around watching them disappear into the woods. His jeans with a belt and his back was bare for he didn’t ever wear a shirt. My sister looked so tiny beside him. Her blonde hair was the last thing I remember before they vanished.
When she came back She was crying harder than before. Carefully made her way into the truck and a feeling of love for her came across my heart. I was too young to know he had raped her that day. But I knew something wasn’t right.
Jack jumped in the truck and sped off not saying a word.
I laid my head on my sisters shoulder. I never want to go hunting with Jack again.
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Posted by Writer on 2008-09-26 09:43:29 | Rating: | Views: 100
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Love the expression, the way you choose words..the feeling of that night you managed to let flow into others, I guess.
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Posted by Jessica_Lourdes
on 2008-09-26 09:49:23
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Wow that was powerfull... well written but left me with a haunted feeling.
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Posted by DouglasMB
on 2008-09-26 10:03:49
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Wow that was very powerful!! You portrayed your feelings so vividly. Definitely not a feeling I ever want to experience. Great writing though.
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Posted by brlracincwgrl
on 2008-09-26 10:53:21
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Son-of-a-bitch should be laying face down on the bottom of that swimming pool...
E
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Posted by Evetspordlaw
on 2008-09-26 16:18:20
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This was difficult for me to read, bc it was powerful and so close to my own heart. It was haunting....definitely!
K
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Posted by lastblastkl
on 2008-09-26 20:47:17
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Writer:
Your writing style is very powerful.The use of imagery was very descriptive. It forced you to keep reading the story. How many stories or poems have you written?
I definately look foward to reading more of your blogs. Kudos!!! Keep it up.
Funnyman57
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Posted by funnyman57
on 2008-09-27 21:45:30
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Awww...Thank You! You are sweet!
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Posted by Writer
on 2008-09-28 00:36:33
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Wow. That was intense. My heart was seriously beating faster with each sentence. Good work. Hope it wasn't true. : /
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Posted by YoursTruly
on 2008-10-01 23:38:40
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Unfortunatly, The only thing not true about this blog is that is not my sister's real name.
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Posted by Writer
on 2008-10-02 08:44:24
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