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Rate This Contest Entry: Contest: June 30th, 2005 Author: Kenyada Haymer It never occurred to me that I could lose someone I really love so soon. I sat next to my mother holding her hand feeling it go colder and colder as she slipped away slowly. My little sister, Jeonna, laid onto my shoulder, and I could feel her tears roll down my arms. The doctor made his way over to check her heartbeat, and when his facial expression dropped to sorrow, I knew it was all over.He shook his head. Jeonna was uncontrollable, but I couldn't move. I oculdn't blink. My life was over. After the funeral, dad showed up. We hadn't seen him in three months. He and mom divorced a year ago, and six months later he remarried some woman name Carly who had two sons by the names of Yavin and James. Jeonna ran to daddy with joy and laughter through her tears. I only looked at him, for I tried to love him again, but it was impossible. "Come give me my hug," he said. "Hug? Hug,daddy? You haven't been around in three months and now you want a hug. You didn't even attend mom's funeral! And you want a hug!" I found myself crying and being held by my Aunt Lorice. My mom's death was unbearble, but the life ahead of me became even more unbearable. Carly was a snobby woman about 12 years younger than dad. Her nose was always between her eyes. I hate dher and so did Jeonna. when we were hungry, we fixed our own meal and that was at a certain time of the day. The boys were sweet, but Carly hated our guts.I knew it wa stime that I told daddy of Carly. I told myself I wouldn't talk to him no matter how much money he gave us, how much he said he loved us. I hated my dad. "She hates us, dad. can't you see that?" I cried. "I'm soory, dear. She's just strict and aggressive. She means no harm." I shrugged and wlaked away. I felt a good shower would kill what I was feeling. I sat in the tub with my eyes closed dreaming about mom when he door opened. I ignored it. I fgure dit was just Jeonna coming to keep me company until I felt a hand wrap tightly around my neck choking me so hard that I felt my color change. I started kicking, but I couldn't scream. "Now, you listen to me, you mut. This is my family. You two girls came to inteerupt. Your father loves me and my boys, and I will see thta he gets rid of you two," Carly said releasing me. It was a relief as I coughed until I was nearly throwing up. I wanted to cry, but I had to be strong. That next morning, I awoke when I smelled hot biscuits and sausages.I knew it was Carly. But I wans't going to let her ruin my life. I ran downstairs to see dad before he was off to work. He was sitting at the table reading his newspaper. I stood at the stairs and made myself speak. "Good morning, dad," I said. "Hi, munchy," he said holding out his arms for me. My heart jumped, and I was almost crying. he hadn't calledme thta since I was seven. I ran over tohug him. As I bent over to be embraced, I felt a sharp pain in my back, and I could hear Carly apologizing for wasting the grease on my back. I dind't speak, I didn't cry. I turned around and punched her as hard as I could. She flipped me on my back. Daddy stood pushing her off of me as she accidently cut his face witth the edge of the skillet. I ran upstairs to Jeonna's room, but she wasn't there. I ran through the house yelling for her. I couldn't find her anywhere. I found this door. Behind it was a long range of stairs. I heard a bumping noise. I slowly went down. I was a bit nervous but curiosity was powerful. It was Jeonna on the floor kicking tied up in rope. Her nose was bleeding and her eyes were close as she cried. I ran to her with tears in my eyes releasing her from her capture. "Who did this to you?" I asked. She was crying so hard barely able to speak."Pleas tell me!" "Car....Carly," she uttered. "She said she would let me die here and pretend that I ran away." "No! No!" I yelled running downstairs. As made myway downstairs, it was like I was moving in slow motion because I thought of everything. Everything she did to us those pass four months. She didn't feed us, she cut our hair in our sleep, she talked about our mother in ways you oculdn't imagine, she didn't let us speak with our older sister in Florida. I started to cry as I made it to the kitchen where she was. Daddy was gone. I wondere dhow could he leave after thta incident. I dind't understand. Carly's back was turned.I picked up the skillet, but befor eI oculd hit her she turned my way holding a gun to my head. "Now what, little girl? Sit down, now!" "Carly, what is your problem?" "You are my problem, you witch! Why did you come here? What is it you girls want?" "We didn't ask to come here, Carly! If my mother hadn't die you best bet your bottom dollar onit we wouldn't be here." "But oyu are. ANd I can't take it. You two trying to send me back to that place, huh? That mena and bad place," she siad crying. "What are you tlaking about?" I asked. she started crying and sat on my lap with the gun deep into my scalp. "Yes, I was an institute. My first husband abused me and rape dme any chance he wanted. You know how old I was, Barbara? I was only 17 living in Korea with my mom and my Korean step dad. Then, I remarried at 20. I gave birth to two bright boys, Barb! But my second husband, my kids' father laid a hand on me, which caused his death. I find a good man for me an dmy boys, and you outsiders come." "We're no outsiders, Car.." "Shut up! Say anything else I'll pull this wihtou torture!" "Sopt it," I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Sheena and Jeonna. Sheena is our older sister. Jeonna wa sholding a gun in her hand. "Who the heck are you?" Carly asked. "Oh, you don't wanna know. My relation with them makes me wanna hurt you times 2 as worth." Sheena took the gun from Jeonna."Now, step away form my sister, lady." "And if I don't?" Carly asked with a smurk on he rface. "I'll pull this trigger, and you best beleiv I will." Carly burst into a loud laughter and pulled the trigger. It missed as Sheena pulle dth etrigger twice shooting Carly in her left arm. I ran to her, and she hugged us both. "Perfect timing," I said. "Yeah, I knew something wasn't right down here." We laughed and hugged each other again. While the police put crazy Carly in handcuffs, we wrote daddy a letter and left. A couple of months later, he visisted us. He apologized, and his face was so pale an dhis hair was so gray. I hugge dmy dad,and I forgave him that day for everything. 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