Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Haunting of Ruby Shane (part4)

He slapped my face so hard I heard my jaw pop.
And I had this fleeting thought, " Could your head pop off from being hit that hard?"
Of course I knew it couldn't. That was ridiculous.

It was just a thought....
But, I actually saw stars and then everything went black.

"Ruby, why are you laying on the floor? Are you alright?" Momma's worried face hovered over mine.

"Oh my God!" She started crying when she saw my purple check and busted lip.

"It's alright Momma, I'm ok." I mumbled from swollen lips.

I remember smelling the blood before I felt it and how the stench of it made me feel sick. The blood from my lip had pooled up behind my ear. And it was sticky and congealed.

"Did he do this to you?" Before I could answer her she had already began running through the house looking for him. She didn't need an answer, there was no one else who would have done it but him.

"Where is he?" She had the rolling pin now, ready to inflict serious damage.

"Momma, stop. Just help me up I feel dizzy." My head felt like it was going to fall off.

Momma knelt down and held me. "I am so sorry baby." She cried until the front of my shirt was wet.

I didn't cry. I couldn't, it had happened too many times. All I felt was
Rage that my own Dad would do this to me. That he felt like slapping and hitting were the answer to everything. That hate was his main emotion.

Rage that he had slapped me for something trivial. I had forgot to bring him a beer when I left the kitchen.

But in my heart I knew I would make sure that he never hit me or Momma again.

Momma was so small, and she was barely eating. She was cleaning the homes of the wealthy to to put food on our table. Mowing lawns to clothe us.
I was not ashamed of her, I loved her. I only felt anger at the poverty we seemed never to escape from.

Anger that Momma barely had money to clothe us, yet the people she worked for had so many clothes that they wore them until they were all dirty. Then went out and bought new ones.

They are extremes in life, excessively poor and excessively rich. And being excessively poor is the worst one.

When Daddy had asked for help a few times he was made to feel like he was nothing. Lower than nothing.

No one should do that to another person. Make them feel like they aren't worth the dirt off their shoes. But that is what happened every time.

Then Daddy would be down for days and the drinking would start all over again. He was never able to tell his sisters how they made him feel. He took it out on us. Throwing Momma down the stairs once after getting into a fight with them.

Of course he was sorry, but wasn't he always sorry when he had gone too far?

I heard a knock at the door and I told Momma to help me up.
She told me to go wash my face. And when I came back out the surprise of my life was standing in my front room.

Thomas Shane.

to be continued....

by Nita Barrow- Zimmerman

Today's song, I Fall to Pieces by Patsy Cline
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The Artful Eye said...

Ready for more... surprises.

Lovely read, you are so talented.

~Red Tin Heart~ said...

Andrea: Thank you! I have more surprises ready.
And, You made my heart sing with that comment.
xoxo Nita

Treasure Barn said...

I was in the middle leaving a comment on 7 things about you and it kicked me off and now it is gone!
I love all of the things about you.
Streaking! You are too funny, I laughed so hard I thought I was going to wet my pants. I can imagine the look on the McDonald's peoples faces.

Love the story The haunting of Ruby Shane. Are you going to mae it a book.

Love Ya

Mya said...

Your post made me sad. Sad because this is true life in some many homes across america. You captured the scene so well. When you write you paint the picture so well that it is just like watching a movie but better! Give us more.

A bird in the hand said...

Very close to the bone. But these things have to be written about, and brought into the open as often as possible. xoxo

Donna said...

OhMy....intense indeed...I 'gotta get up and walk Around!! could See this!!...hughugs

Sally said...

Poor Ruby! Yes, unfortunately these things happen too frequently, and then there are the stories untold we never know about. Very interesting reading, Nita. Thank you for sharing with us. ((HUGS))

Just Joni said...

hook, line, and sinker...I'll be back...great story Nita!

Annette said...

Tag your it!
Love to you

Annette said...

I'm ready for more as well....
love Annette

Joanne Kennedy said...

Wow! I felt the pain in this post. I really want to know what happens.

Is this a story you are writting or something that happened in real life?

The way you write really grabs one into the story and it's as if you are there.

This is my first time visiting your post but it surely won't be the last.

I'm off to read more.


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