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My Guarded Secrets

Greg_Link“My Guarded Secrets”

A True Story

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 Excerpt Chapter 1

I had to be in bed by eight o’clock, tomorrow was a school day. I dreaded it, not school—but the nighttime. The sick feeling was always there, kind of like having a bad cold, but it was in the pit of my stomach instead, and it got worse at night.

I put on my pajamas and got into bed. I double-checked the alarm to make sure it was set for 5:30 AM. Brutus, my little Pekingese Pomeranian mix, who was also my best friend, jumped onto the bed and snuggled close beside me. I laid there in the dark—waiting—I knew what was coming.

It wasn’t long until I heard a commotion coming from the living room, doors slamming and things dropping to the floor. My body involuntarily flinched as the high-pitched sound of my mother’s voice broke the silence. Each word was slow and deliberate as if she was trying to stab my father with each word.

“WHERE-IN-THE-HELL-DID-YOU-PUT-MY-VODKA-AGAIN…you son of a bitch!”

Then I heard my father’s deep voice as he yelled back.

“Go screw yourself. I DID NOT TOUCH IT! Why don’t you just drag yourself over to the liquor cabinet and get another bottle!”

I flew out of bed and ran for the closet. Brutus knew the routine; he was already ahead of me. I pulled the door shut and sat on a little shelf. Brutus jumped onto my lap. Sensing my fear, he whimpered and started licking my face. I kept a blanket in the closet and pulled it around us. My dad or mom never came into my room when they were yelling and fighting. I just felt safer being in the closet. After a very long time, when everything was quiet I tiptoed back to bed with Brutus at my heels.

 

 

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