Spilled Milk: Based On A True Story by Randis K.L

Spilled Milk: Based On A True Story by Randis K.L

Author:Randis, K.L [Randis, K.L]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2013-12-03T16:00:00+00:00


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Two days later, Mom walked into my bedroom with an envelope in her hand. It was a letter from Children and Youth, explaining that they had investigated an accusation that Dad had been sexually abusing me and that I, specifically, gave indication that the dreams I was having may be substantiated. They wanted to come out to the house to talk to my mom and dad and launch a full investigation.

My gut had saved my life. Not only did Children and Youth promise me that what I told them would be confidential, and they lied, but they sent a letter home claiming that I was the only one who would talk to them out of all my siblings. I became the only target.

Mom sat on the bed next to me. “Is this true, Brooke? Tell me if this is true. I’ll change the locks tonight and he won’t ever come back.”

My eyes widened. She believed me?

“I mean, I don’t know how we’re going to survive. I don’t know how we’ll get money to pay our bills or eat, but I’ll change the locks. I will. Is this true?”

A promise of freedom with an extra-heavy side of guilt, coming right up.

I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say, Mom. It’s not true.”

Mom wiped a tear from her cheek. “Oh, all right. Well…” She stood up, smiling. “As long as it isn’t true, I guess there isn’t anything for me to worry about, right?”

She showed the letter to Dad. After reading the letter, he wanted to talk to Mom and me in his bedroom. “This is very serious, Brooke.” He waved the letter in my face. “If this were true we would lose the house. I would lose my job, and you kids would wind up in foster care. Do you want that?”

“It’s true, he’s right. We would lose everything,” Mom chimed in.

Mom never asked what would make me say such things. Neither did Dad. They never asked if I had a grudge or if I watched too much TV or if someone had put me up to it. They didn’t care what the reason was, they just wanted to make sure that I kept telling Social Services that it wasn’t true.

And I did.

The case was unfounded and closed within two weeks. Elise asked me, for the last time, if I wanted to tell her anything, anything at all. I shook my head, watching her car leave the driveway after her last visit. If anything, I was thankful for the break I got. Dad seemed afraid and the investigation was too fresh for him to try anything, so he stayed away from me for over two months.

I tried to talk to Paul numerous times but he never returned my calls, and chatting online always ended in him calling me pathetic or a long line of names before he would block me or sign off.

I didn’t understand what I did to make him so angry, and he refused to give me the closure I needed.



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