To help revise my blog, I read My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee). In this blog post, I revised my version of Composting a Past Scene by adding a back story and more detail.
“Dad! Watch where you are going.” I yelled. At this moment, I had realized that I should have never gotten in the car. It was around 6:00 p.m. when my dad got home from work on a typical fall evening. “Taylor let’s go.” He yelled up the stairs. Immediately I knew he was drinking. The overpowering smell of beer entered my nose. His eyes were squinted and he slurred his words. I gave him a dirty look as he was yelling at my little brother for absolutely nothing. I tell my little brother, Adan, and my little sister, Adriana, to not respond to his comments and to just listen to him. We got in the car and I refused to look at him. The car ride was absolutely silent. My siblings refused to talk. He cursed at every car for doing something wrong. I was so angry since we had planned for a couple weeks to go to Delaware to get our hair cut by one of my dads friends. I don’t know why I would think this day would be any different from the rest but still. This one day, one day, he had to get drunk and I was angered. We were driving down the windy Dutton Mill Road as I was nervous by his driving. “Dad! Watch where you are going!” I yelled. “Stop telling me what to do.” he replied. I started to to fight with him. Back and forth we argued as I felt bad for my siblings in the back seat. “Dad pull over! Now. Now!” Adriana fought back to my dad, “Just go back home.” He sped into this empty bar parking lot right before we got on I-95. “Get out.” He yelled firmly. I was crying by this point as I turned around to Adriana and Adan, “Come on guys, hurry up. Get out.” They stared back at me in complete fear as Adriana was on the urge of crying. They weren’t responding to me as I had hoped. They slowly unbuckled their seatbelts but not fast enough. I was trying to overtalk my dad and get them to listen to me but it was clear that they were scared of my dad telling them the complete opposite commands as me. “Don’t you move.” He stared at them. “Get out of the fucking car!” he yelled at me. I refused since my siblings weren’t allowed out of the car and there was no way I was letting them stay alone with him. I started to plead to just take us home. That angered him more. He was so heated and was expressing it towards me as we began to make our way back to my house. I felt major relief as I stared out the window, tears falling from my eyes. He rambled on as a tuned him out. All I wanted to do is lay in my bed. Alone. We pulled in my driveway as I grabbed my siblings and rushed up to my room to hide. We heard footsteps coming up the steps shortly after. He forced Adriana and I to give him our phones as my sister sobbed. I went in the office to get the house phone and called my mimi. “I will be home shortly” She said calmly. “Just stay away from him” as I hung up the phone. We tip toed around my house the rest of the night trying to avoid him at all costs. The next morning, he had left our phones on the counter. From this day on, no apology, no acknowledgment of that day ever happening. My dad has been an alcoholic for as long as I can remember which was a major cause in my parents divorce when I was five. Mimi is my grandmother who lives with my dad, siblings and I. Since I was a little, I was always a “Daddy’s Girl”. As I got older, I slowly drifted away due to the effects of his drinking. In present day, he has not had a drink for about 6 months but our relationship is dry and I don’t think it will ever recover.
3 Comments
10/8/2018 07:48:26 pm
You are so courageous for standing up for yourself and your siblings. I'm so sorry that this happened to you.
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colin
10/8/2018 08:12:29 pm
I really like how you added the a detailed back story on the incident to give the reader a better insight.
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melinda
10/8/2018 08:55:37 pm
This blog was very touching you really created a good scene and used very good description. Almost felt like a scene in a lifetime movie or something I enjoyed reading. Relationships take time to build so don't give up.
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