04/20/1982
My mom and I had to leave our home for our own protection. We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Somerville, MA. It was an extended stay, around Easter Sunday. Mommy got me a makeup Barbie head. She surprised me with a pretty dress, and we went with my nana to Auntie Kay’s house for Easter dinner.
For a long time I didn’t see my daddy and I really missed him. For a long while I didn’t even see my mommy. I just stayed close to my nana’s side and we went everywhere together. She was my best friend ever! One day while we were going down Magazine St. I decided to run ahead of her and she screamed, “Bea stop running! God’s gonna punish you!” I just kept running ahead not paying any mind until it happened…. I tripped over the curb skinning my knee. Then I see my nana putting a little pep in her step to catch up to me. Then she say’s, “see I told you he was gonna punish you.” I retorted back; “Well he didn’t have to push me!”
I kept asking my nana, “Where’s my mommy and daddy?”My nana would say good question? I don’t know. Let’s ask your mother!”Then she would proceed to pick up the phone and dial just to get a busy signal. When my ma finally did get to show her face my nana was outraged with my ma, “What the hell are you doing! This kid has been asking for you. She is your responsibility Brie, if you didn’t want her you shouldn't have had her.” Then ma scooped me up and took me to Auntie Kay’s house and left me there.
My ma started seeing some weird, short, Portuguese dude named Nick. He smelled fishy and had a mustache, he also talked a funny language I had never heard before. Every time he spoke English he sounded funny and I saw him kiss my ma on the lips, and I know my daddy would not let that go. When he was driving us to the mall one day, I kept asking my ma, “Where is my daddy?” I must have asked that same question 30 times and Nick said to my Ma, “What is Bea talking about?” And my ma said to him, “I don’t know. Do you mind pulling over so I can talk to my daughter please?”
So Nick pulled over and let us out. My ma and I stepped into a phone booth and picked up the phone pretending to make a phone call. She handed me the receiver and said, “Listen Bea, you have to stop.” Then I retorted, “ Stop what?” My ma replied, “Stop asking that question.” I yelled at her “ Why? Where is he? I miss my daddy. I want my daddy!” My ma said, “He is not your father!” I questioned her again, “He’s not my daddy? Where is my father?” My ma then retorted, “He’s dead now shut the hell up and get in the goddamn car.”
After I got in the car. I started crying a little bit thinking about Lenny, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t my daddy. Will I ever see him again? Was this new guy Nick gonna be my father now? I was so confused. What about my real father? Did my real daddy have a name? What did he look like? And what did dead mean? I cried myself to sleep. When we got home I pretended to be asleep so my ma would carry me in and embrace me because I felt so alone. Instead, I have this strange man carrying me up the stairs and putting me to bed in a new home, in a new bed, and in a room all by myself. This change really scared me. I cracked open my door to see my ma sniffling and wiping her nose, Nick did it to. Were they sick? I don’t know but it looked like they were smelling baby powder. Whatever it was they kept doing it, sniffling and wiping. All I wanted at that moment was my daddy because it didn’t seem like my ma wanted me around.
I was so sad so I cried myself to sleep again.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Chapter Four - Police Task Force
04/15/1982
One evening in the middle of April, I was only four years old at the time. I recall taking my daily bath, and on the verge of getting dressed when I heard a gigantic pop!
That startled me so that I ran to my mom because I was scared. Afterward, I found out that the noise came from my dad cleaning his shotgun while it was still loaded. It blew a hole right into the ceiling. I don’t think mommy thought daddy was using his brains, because that is what she yelled at him after she witnessed the hole in our ceiling.
Brie yelled at my dad, “what the fuck were you thinking? Don’t you know we have people living above us?” My dad replied, “Yeah so?” Brie retorted, “You could have killed somebody you know?” My daddy was a tall man 6’1, hair dirty brown, shoulder length, and his build was thin but muscular. There was never a time when my daddy didn’t have a beer in his hand. Today my daddy and mommy had a lot to gripe about.
While they were fighting my daddy made Brie look at the hole on the ceiling and said, “See Brie, if I killed somebody there would be blood where that hole is right here. Do you see any blood? Then I didn’t kill no one, so lay off!” Then my mommy said, “Well just to make sure I’m calling the police.” My dad said, “Ooh no you won’t.” Mom said, “Are you out of your mind Lenny?” That was his real name Lenny but I just called him daddy. I idolized him and knew whatever daddy said goes. Apparently, my mommy didn’t think the same way I did and immediately she picked up the phone and started dialing 911.
Right away, Lenny ripped the phone out of her hand and pushed her into the stove; quickly hanging up the phone. The phone fell off of the receiver just dangling. When my mommy tried to grab for the phone he slapped her really hard across the face. My mommy instantly covered her cheek with one hand, crying and yelling with the other hand, pointing her finger and saying; “How dare you put you hands on me like that!” My daddy grumbled under his breath “Humph, fucking women!” He beat her real hard right in front of me. I just curled up in the corner crying in fear. I dare not say a word. I was petrified thinking he might turn on me. Then he said, “Don’t you realize I have kilo’s hiding in the basement? You bitch! Call those police and I will kill you.” I could tell he meant it too. The phone was just dangling off the hook and making a large quacking sound. I was alarmed.
I slept with my mom every night for quite some time throughout childhood due to this experience. It truly did traumatize me.
The following morning I woke up before everybody else like I always did. I saw this man I had never seen before sleeping on the yellow cot. Then I heard a banging on the front door. The banging was very hard and loud, and I heard someone say in a loud magnified voice “It’s the police open up! We got you surrounded. I was way too scared to open that door, I kinda just slink at the top of the stairwell watching from above as the police swat force kicked in our front door. I jumped up so fast. Running to my mommy’s bed screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! They’re coming! They are coming!” I hid under the covers crying like a baby.
Eventually after the air cleared I saw them put handcuffs on the man who was lying on the yellow cot, and they took him off to jail, at least that is what they told me. Then they asked me some questions about where my daddy was. I told the cops, “I haven’t seen him, but I don’t want you to take my daddy to jail because I love him and we need him. Take my uncle Jay instead he’s been there before.”
Well, they recorded, documented, and printed what I said in the Boston Herald, and that it was a hostage situation. The following day as I sat there and watched my Uncle Jay reading the Boston Herald with his legs crossed, and he then puts the paper down sucking his buck teeth, turns to me, and say’s; “Really Bea? That’s what you said?” I retorted, “Yeah! They can’t take my daddy. I don’t want them too. You seem to like jail since you keep going there.” My uncle Jay just smirked and snuffed a ridiculous laugh in the back of his throat snorting, which allowed me to laugh along with him. I’m really glad he wasn’t mad at me.
One evening in the middle of April, I was only four years old at the time. I recall taking my daily bath, and on the verge of getting dressed when I heard a gigantic pop!
That startled me so that I ran to my mom because I was scared. Afterward, I found out that the noise came from my dad cleaning his shotgun while it was still loaded. It blew a hole right into the ceiling. I don’t think mommy thought daddy was using his brains, because that is what she yelled at him after she witnessed the hole in our ceiling.
Brie yelled at my dad, “what the fuck were you thinking? Don’t you know we have people living above us?” My dad replied, “Yeah so?” Brie retorted, “You could have killed somebody you know?” My daddy was a tall man 6’1, hair dirty brown, shoulder length, and his build was thin but muscular. There was never a time when my daddy didn’t have a beer in his hand. Today my daddy and mommy had a lot to gripe about.
While they were fighting my daddy made Brie look at the hole on the ceiling and said, “See Brie, if I killed somebody there would be blood where that hole is right here. Do you see any blood? Then I didn’t kill no one, so lay off!” Then my mommy said, “Well just to make sure I’m calling the police.” My dad said, “Ooh no you won’t.” Mom said, “Are you out of your mind Lenny?” That was his real name Lenny but I just called him daddy. I idolized him and knew whatever daddy said goes. Apparently, my mommy didn’t think the same way I did and immediately she picked up the phone and started dialing 911.
Right away, Lenny ripped the phone out of her hand and pushed her into the stove; quickly hanging up the phone. The phone fell off of the receiver just dangling. When my mommy tried to grab for the phone he slapped her really hard across the face. My mommy instantly covered her cheek with one hand, crying and yelling with the other hand, pointing her finger and saying; “How dare you put you hands on me like that!” My daddy grumbled under his breath “Humph, fucking women!” He beat her real hard right in front of me. I just curled up in the corner crying in fear. I dare not say a word. I was petrified thinking he might turn on me. Then he said, “Don’t you realize I have kilo’s hiding in the basement? You bitch! Call those police and I will kill you.” I could tell he meant it too. The phone was just dangling off the hook and making a large quacking sound. I was alarmed.
I slept with my mom every night for quite some time throughout childhood due to this experience. It truly did traumatize me.
The following morning I woke up before everybody else like I always did. I saw this man I had never seen before sleeping on the yellow cot. Then I heard a banging on the front door. The banging was very hard and loud, and I heard someone say in a loud magnified voice “It’s the police open up! We got you surrounded. I was way too scared to open that door, I kinda just slink at the top of the stairwell watching from above as the police swat force kicked in our front door. I jumped up so fast. Running to my mommy’s bed screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! They’re coming! They are coming!” I hid under the covers crying like a baby.
Eventually after the air cleared I saw them put handcuffs on the man who was lying on the yellow cot, and they took him off to jail, at least that is what they told me. Then they asked me some questions about where my daddy was. I told the cops, “I haven’t seen him, but I don’t want you to take my daddy to jail because I love him and we need him. Take my uncle Jay instead he’s been there before.”
Well, they recorded, documented, and printed what I said in the Boston Herald, and that it was a hostage situation. The following day as I sat there and watched my Uncle Jay reading the Boston Herald with his legs crossed, and he then puts the paper down sucking his buck teeth, turns to me, and say’s; “Really Bea? That’s what you said?” I retorted, “Yeah! They can’t take my daddy. I don’t want them too. You seem to like jail since you keep going there.” My uncle Jay just smirked and snuffed a ridiculous laugh in the back of his throat snorting, which allowed me to laugh along with him. I’m really glad he wasn’t mad at me.
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