It Will Break You
my Mother worked 3 jobs after my oldman died.in between evicitions and threats from bill collectors,she raised me.
during this time period my mother drank heavily and chased it with pills of all kind.one day it all came crashing down on top of her and me.
we were in the car and in a moment of transparency she broke down,
"I can't do this any more "she yelled in tears
as she broke down deeper the car speed increased
pounding the steering wheel with punching palms the car made a sharp turn down a alley way.
she yelled at me,"look you need to get out of this car now!"
"Why?"I replied
"I'm going away,not coming back"was her reply
"Going where?"I said
"To be with you're father"was her reply
"With the oldman,mom he's dead!"I shouted
at this point I knew she wanted to die.
she tried once even twice to puch me out of the car at high speed
"Get out of here,Get out now"she yelled
"NO!!!"I yelled back
"Mom I don't want you to die,I need you,Love you"my desperation replied
at this time I managed to slam the passenger side door closed that was a good thing because she floored the gas pedal even faster down the alley.
the car hit everything,garbage cans ,fences,garage doors you name it.
I got my nerve up and fought for control of the wheel of the car
"NO,NO,NO Let me die"was her reply
sparks flew every where with impact the car made.
I eventually pulled the keys out of the ignition , the car slammed to a stop
all I knew is we survived and she whispered to me in eyes of water"Sorry".
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2017
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