Heat blazed down onto the black asphalt that laid, empty and barren, in front of me.
I ran throughout the large, messy house, searching for him.
"I don't give a damn what age you are! I said: we're out of beer!"
If I got beat again, I'd have to miss school.
"Hush, little Aiden. Don't say a word. Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird," my mother cooed to me, stroking my hair.
"Molly! Let me in, damn it!" he cried again. Fumbling. I heard fumbling outside my door. Jingling; the jingling of keys. My uncle hastily unlocked the door and stumbled in. "You can't keep her!"
"Yes, I can! She's my baby; leave her be!" my mother told him, clutching on to me protectively.
"Aiden?" I called, fear straining my voice.
Nothing.
"What has he done?" I whispered to myself. "What has he done with my baby girl?"
[...]
"Molly! Let me in, damn it!" he cried again. Fumbling. I heard fumbling outside my door. Jingling; the jingling of keys. My uncle hastily unlocked the door and stumbled in. "You can't keep her!"
"Yes, I can! She's my baby; leave her be!" my mother told him, clutching on to me protectively.
Uncle Dan snatched me out of her arms. "Come here, girl. You're comin' with me." His scratchy voice rang throughout my terrified mind.
Heat blazed down onto the black asphalt that laid, empty and barren
"Yes?" I asked upon finding him.
"Well, Uncle Dan, you know I can't go buy it for you. I'm only fourteen."
I have but one memory of her, for I was very young:
She returned to singing the lullaby to me, ignoring Uncle Dan.
I heard fumbling outside my door.
My uncle hastily unlocked the door and stumbled in. "You can't keep her!"
"Oh. Is Mommy going to live?"
"No," he answered bluntly. We said nothing more for many hours.