LJI S11 Wk1
She crammed her meager belongings of the past two years spent in this group home, into her satchel.
All of the home's residents had been given one, along with a nifty ankle bracelet on entry. Her satchel seemed pitifully light, the ankle bracelet did not.
Mouse, determined not to shed a tear, kept along with her task, until thoughts of her little brother intruded, and the floodgates slammed wide open. Mouse bit her forearm; muffling her sobs.
She didn't know if she would ever see her brother again. Their father had informed the court, that he was giving her up to the state. This brought forth a fresh stream of tears, as she marveled at her Pop's petty cruelty.
Memories of the last days she and her brother lived together with her father, how Charles's eyes had a feral cast, constantly darting to and fro as he waited for an imagined attack, which at any moment, could somehow turn real. One in particular stood out...
Mouse had taken her brother to the Springfield Diner. This way they could talk in peace, and not worry about their Pop, and his drunken paranoia.
"It'll get better Charles. Things will work out." Mouse reassured him around a mouthful of french fries. She knew he was hungry (he always was) and his eyes grew big when the waitress handed him a greasy burger and fries of his own.
Mouse had saved enough of her babysitting money, to splurge on an ice cream float for them to split.
"How? How Mouse? He hates me. Pop hates everything about me... " His voice trembled and trailed off. Mouse's heart bled another tear for him.
She grabbed his hand across the diner table and with gritted teeth told him,"No! No, he doesn't! It's because you look at him with our Ma's eyes. He sees her in your face. It reminds him of his failure to keep her happy. It eats at him, and it frustrates him.
So, he drinks to forget her, and takes his suffering and anger out on you. It's wrong, and it shames him to the core when he's sober, and realizes what he has done to you. Yet he can't control it." Mouse explained to her brother.
"Trust me Charles, he loves you. You did nothing wrong. You're his Son! Can you understand what I'm telling you?
She resisted the urge to promise him she would always keep him safe. How it was all she ever wanted, for him to be safe and happy. But Mouse knew through experience, the Universe is a prankster.
No one is ever safe.
*** All concrit is encouraged!
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All of the home's residents had been given one, along with a nifty ankle bracelet on entry. Her satchel seemed pitifully light, the ankle bracelet did not.
Mouse, determined not to shed a tear, kept along with her task, until thoughts of her little brother intruded, and the floodgates slammed wide open. Mouse bit her forearm; muffling her sobs.
She didn't know if she would ever see her brother again. Their father had informed the court, that he was giving her up to the state. This brought forth a fresh stream of tears, as she marveled at her Pop's petty cruelty.
Memories of the last days she and her brother lived together with her father, how Charles's eyes had a feral cast, constantly darting to and fro as he waited for an imagined attack, which at any moment, could somehow turn real. One in particular stood out...
Mouse had taken her brother to the Springfield Diner. This way they could talk in peace, and not worry about their Pop, and his drunken paranoia.
"It'll get better Charles. Things will work out." Mouse reassured him around a mouthful of french fries. She knew he was hungry (he always was) and his eyes grew big when the waitress handed him a greasy burger and fries of his own.
Mouse had saved enough of her babysitting money, to splurge on an ice cream float for them to split.
"How? How Mouse? He hates me. Pop hates everything about me... " His voice trembled and trailed off. Mouse's heart bled another tear for him.
She grabbed his hand across the diner table and with gritted teeth told him,"No! No, he doesn't! It's because you look at him with our Ma's eyes. He sees her in your face. It reminds him of his failure to keep her happy. It eats at him, and it frustrates him.
So, he drinks to forget her, and takes his suffering and anger out on you. It's wrong, and it shames him to the core when he's sober, and realizes what he has done to you. Yet he can't control it." Mouse explained to her brother.
"Trust me Charles, he loves you. You did nothing wrong. You're his Son! Can you understand what I'm telling you?
She resisted the urge to promise him she would always keep him safe. How it was all she ever wanted, for him to be safe and happy. But Mouse knew through experience, the Universe is a prankster.
No one is ever safe.
*** All concrit is encouraged!
** Thanks to everyone who took the time to peruse! I appreciate it!
**This tale goes along with this piece here...
https://dmousey.livejournal.com/39342.html