So I remember more than most people do when they look back on their childhood. I remember the sound of the iron crib I slept in as an infant. I remember every morning I would climb out and scurry past the doorway to the kitchen always just a little to slow for my parents not to notice me. I never did get the drop on them. Little did I know they knew the moment I sat up because they could hear the banging of the iron rods as I shifted my weight while getting ready to climb out. I was aware of mom for sure but little did I know that the man that stood towering over me was Simply my mother's husband. He went by Blue a massive man 7 foot tall, imagine an angry truck driver from a Patrick Swayze movie. That was him. He stayed on the road leaving behind his wife and somehow still managing to come home enough to father threes kids. Or so he thought... When I was born I was named after my father. The long time neighbor to my mother and an even longer lover. He had spent the last 6 years caring for his two sons and wife but calling on my mother every chance they had to be together. When I was born I looked nothing like Blue and that kinda let the cat out of the bag. My mother had some explaining to do. Blue was still unaware about how long my mother's affair had really lasted. She decided to tell him that she didn't believe any of her children were fathered by him at all. Blue was furious. I remember very clearly what happened next because I had never seen anything like it before. In my mind their actions were un thought of. I said there with my brother and sister as Blue started slapping my mother around the kitchen. She told him to stop. Asked if he could let us leave the room. He violently through her like a rag doll into the kitchen floor. Looking back he was trying to kill her and he didn't care who was watching. She had grabbed the phone off the wall and started to dial ad Blue ripped the phone out of the wall. Cord and all. By that time my brother has left out the back to get help. Mommy's friend from next door. He was the only person anywhere close to the size of Blue. My brother told my hero father what was happening at our house and that he had pulled the phone off the wall and had wrapped the cord around our mother's neck. Our father told my brother to wait there and he can In the back door right as my mother's face was turning purple. Claw hammer in hand my father began screaming "911, 911, 911" as he hit this 7 foot tall man over the head with the hammer each blow with the hammer he shouted a number out loud a total of 9 blows to the head is what it required for him to let go of my mother, she was now covered with blood from being under her husband during the assault. I remember it looked like that seen from Carrie where they covered her in pigs blood. My mother's eyes were strange to me in that moment they were normally bright green but the contrast of the blood frightened me. I'll never forget that look on her face as she told my father he had to leave before the cops arrived or he would surely go to jail even tho he was saving her life he knew it was true. He quickly returned to his family and my mother scooped me up and rocked me still covered in blues blood as he was motionless on the floor with egg shapped knots on is head. When the police arrived they were dumb founded. Since my mother was covered in blood and her husband was in a coma they naturally assumed she tried to kill him. There was no other side ti hear at the moment so She was arrested for attempted murder with a deadly weapon and Dss was called in to collect us children. This was the beginning of a very terrible life for me. The trauma from that day is still fresh to me. The smell of the blood always causes me to remember that day. My father didn't even hesitate. He almost enjoyed what he had to do and that seemed so cool to me at the time. We were delivered to our pastor at our church and after failing to find family that we could stay with while sorting this mess out we were headed to Connie Maxwell Christian Children's Home. This story has no happy ending. Get ready for the ride of your life. This is only the beginning of my messed up life of terrible decisions. Some made by me and some made by the people that where supposed to be there for me. Stay tuned. The first ones always free. Subscribe for more because I will need to keep the lights on and internet connection ready to stream every day until ive given all the details. Stay tuned....