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Excerpt from Chapter two of my autobiography titled WAKING UP JEAN. You can find the complete first two chapters at http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3954...
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WAKING UP JEAN
Chapter Two - The Beginning
Two hours later when we finally arrived home, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a pan. I put water into the pan and placed it on the stove. Then I added the seasoning to the water. After the water boiled and after I had placed the noodles into the water, my father came storming into the kitchen.
“I told you to take a time out when we got home,” my father shouted at me.
“Dad I just added the noodles. Can I finish cooking them before I take my time out?” I begged. In the last two hours of the ride home I had completely forgotten about the time out I had yet to endure. Now I was more concerned about what would happen if I were to leave the noodles sitting on the stove unattended.
“No! You need to take a time out now!” yelled my father now standing in front of me his face not even an inch from mine. I cold feel the spit from his words against my face as I so often did when he was mad.
I began to cry fearful of the next actions of my father.
“I’m going to call mom.” I said as I walked across the room to where the phone was located.
Now even more irate then before my father followed me, ripped the phone wire out of the wall, and once again standing in my face and this time shaking from anger he screamed, “No! You will go take a time out now!”
The sizzling sound of my ramen noodles overflowing from the pan distracted my father from his determination to put me into a time out. I watched as the frantic monster in front of me grabbed the pan off the stove and threw it into the sink. I ran now even more fearful for my own safety into his bedroom and grabbed for the phone to call my mother for help. I was able to dial the number before my father forcefully grabbed my arm and tried taking the phone from my hands. A struggle ensued as I cried to my mother for help until my father grabbed my right wrist and squeezed to the point of causing extreme pain.
“Stop you’re hurting me,” I pleaded as I dropped the phone and bit my father in an effort to get my father to release my hand.
“Jamie… Justin… Call the police!” I begged of my sister and brother as they stood there and watched. “Please help me!”
Copyright 2009 by Jean Ann Townsend ©
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This is an excerpt from the first chapter of my autobiography titled WAKING UP JEAN. This is work is still in progress, however the rest of the chapter can be found at: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3954...Feel free to post any comments. I love feedback!
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!" exclaimed a man as he opened the door to my hospital room.
Alarmed, I opened my eyes as much as they would allow and gazed through the dreamy haze that enclosed me. I saw a familiar figure standing at the door. He was a jolly fellow dressed in all red surrounded by people of shorter statue. As I tried lifting my head to focus on the portrait in front of me, I felt the heaviness of the medications that sedated me and fell back onto my pillow.
"Shhhh! Let's go to the next room and allow this young lady to rest," good ol Saint Nick told his elves.
I reached out my hand attempting to say, "Thank you," but I fear that only my mouth moved and no sound came out. One of the little elves ran over against the wishes of Santa Claus and placed a candy cane in my hand. I looked down at what I now realized was a small child not more than 7 years of age. I smiled at her as a thankful gesture.
"I hope you feel better soon," she said to me. Angelically she then waved and turned back towards the door. As I watched her walk away from my bed time started to freeze and everything started to move in slow motion. I could see her straight blond hair flow with the wind as she walked back to the man in the red suit. Before she made it to the door, however, I slipped back into unconsciousness, candy cane still in my hand.
Copyright 2009 by Jean Ann Townsend ©
