Darkness Looms

Darkness Looms

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Summary

Darkness Looms is the continuation of the Romance between childhood sweethearts Samantha and Martha.

Summary

Darkness Looms is the continuation of the Romance between childhood sweethearts Samantha and Martha.

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Submitted: November 27, 2015

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Darkness Looms

 

It was said by the elders of the community , “ the deeds we do in darkness will in time be exposed to the light . The dark deeds of infidelity and domestic violence were hurled into the blinding light of the legal system and the community.

This night mother said she awoke to see an unidentified man with his back turned to her ; walking toward the kitchen. She reached for the shot gun beside the sofa where she had been sleeping and fired one shot into the strangers abdomen.

After she shot father mother admitted to turning on the lights. She admitted she took time for a bath and time to dress appropriately. Mother admitted she left father laying in the floor while she did her hair and make up.

When she was at her best appearance Mother drove father to a hospital across the state line . Samantha, the first stop mother made that night was to inform your parents she had shot her husband . She requested your mother call the sheriff and report the problem. My father asked your father to call the sheriff and report his wife shot him . You came immediately to see if my sister and I were alright . Samantha when you found no one in the home You left thinking we were with mother. I was safe in my grandmother’s home. Barbara was not safe.

Mother made one phone call to my grandmother. She informed her mother in law , “ Your son has been shot . If you wish to see him alive get your pampered ass to the emergency room.” She never said goodbye. She never hung up the phone . Mother got in her car and drove back to the community.

Sam, your mother took the unpleasant task of informing my uncles , all elders in the community of the shooting. The oldest of the elders came to tell my grandmother, the deaconess what her daughter had done.

The uncles formed a tight circle around my mother . They begin helping her construct the story the family, and she would tell the deputies or sheriff once they began to investigate. The oldest of my uncles had his own story for the investigators . He would privately explain my mother’s drug addiction. He and his wife would inform the deputies of the years of domestic violence and physical abuse mother suffered at father’s hands.

My mother was taken into custody. She left the community in the back seat of a county vehicle . The glass between her and the deaconess must have been sound proof . I doubt mother heard one word her mother had to say . Everyone else heard how my mother had brought disgrace on herself, her family, and the community. Mother may not have heard the words but I know she saw the tears .

She should have been arrested . My father should have filed formal charges against her . He could have . His family and his mistress filed charges for him . When father recovered from the emergency surgery he dropped the charges. Father told the police, and the county sheriff his wife accidentally shot him.

Was the shooting an accident ? Had mother failed to recognize the physical form of her husband of eighteen years ?
The community believed her , after all, she was the deacons daughter. But, the Deaconess, and I find concern with the events contained in her story .

The deaconess took issue with her daughter’s constant boast “ I shot my husband “ she also took offense with the way mother constantly asked. “ Aren’t you proud of me ? “ No the family was not proud . The deaconess was ashamed of her daughter . The elder’s wife summed it up “ Sister, this is some mess you’ve involved yourself, and us in .”

Grandmother questioned why her daughter would have a loaded shot gun on the floor beside her . In her mind, her daughter planned to shoot someone . In the eyes of the deaconess her daughter was dressed in only her slip and lying on the sofa in wait for her victim . Who was the victim ?

If she accidentally fell asleep on the couch who turned off the television and the lights ? The most troublesome question is why , if the unknown man was walking away from her why would she shoot him ? Also, if father’s back was to her how did she shoot him in the abdomen ? For whatever reason , mother went beyond reasonable force ?

Was she justified ? Many said yes but, many also said No.

Father was five minutes late coming home from work. Had he stopped off for a beer ? Was he with another woman as mother accused . If either , or if both of these are true , still there is the question why she chose that night .

Father had stopped for a cold beer hundreds of times. He had spent time with other women many times before. Each time mother would accuse him .Father would deny the accusations. Mother would use the first available weapon in reach to physically attack my father . He would retaliate with physical violence of his own .

mother and father seemed to be entangled in their web of accusations. Mother would verbally or physically provoke father into hitting her. Often, she was the first to become physically violent . Did my mother broke lamps over his head or attempted to strangle him with extension cords. Did the community expect him to suffer in silence ?

After the accusations and the violence came the pills and the alcohol . Before dawn mother and father would apologize . Each would take a vow “ This will never happen again . Then they would fall asleep in each other’s arms .

Samantha, My betrothed during my darkest hours you were there. Through my tears of pain and joy you’ve been my rock . How could I do less

when you were expelled from school for fighting I should have been there . I should have known something was wrong when you were not outside my classroom waiting for me . I should have known something was seriously wrong when you were not on the bus . I should have acted on the strong uncomfortable feeling I had watching and listening to the bullies rejoice about the victory the others spoke of in whispered tones.

Sam, I did not have to be there the one they chose to call the victim to know the younger smaller boy you fought was a bully. Without witnessing the fight I know the snake got everything he deserved. What the authorities and the school officials failed to realize the fight had been brewing for sometime . Without being there I know your actions were justified .

I am sorry I was not there to rescue you from your father’s abuse. Forgive me , I did not see , I did not hear , and no one spoke of the terror buried inside your home.

When you had no other recourse you ran . You did not tell anyone, not even me, where you were going You were wise not to tell me . Those who interrogated me would have extracted the truth from me . I told both our mother’s I had no idea where you went or where you might be going . Sam, I spoke the truth when I said I had no idea you were running away.

As I recall, it was December it was raining and extremely cold that night . You sought shelter in some farmer’s barn. Samantha, it was an survivalist though to start a fire in the barn. It was survival instinct to meet your need for shelter, for warmth, and for light . It was natural for you to fall asleep in the warm dry hay. If those in authority had any common sense they would know your actions were survival not criminal. The fire was accidental.

Your parents and the county committed a major injustice when you were sent to Columbia Training School . Through your misfortune the truth in sentencing was exposed . The judge sentenced you to six years, until your twenty first birthday. Justice was served when you returned home six months later.

You returned home but not to me . You now had new friends with motorcycles, dirt bikes, and cars. Suddenly I was your friend with benefits . When I refused you the benefits ; when I ran rather than be beaten into sexual submission you dropped me.

I stood by you when the “ fun” with motorcycles and friends turned into manslaughter . I stood beside you during the trial. I was still bound by our ceremony and the promises we made each other . For five the siblings, cousins, and friends of the young boy who died in that tragic accident. To those people you were a thief who stole a motorcycle. Grand theft auto was one of the charges the county prosecutor dropped . To your friend’s family
You were the thrill seeker who was joy riding. You were the thrill seeker who thought he could out run the police . Suddenly I was the betrothed of Judas. What could I do but accept their condemnation and apologize for your part in this tragic accident.

You returned home, and as before, not to me . I heard some of your family encouraged you to come see me ; They encouraged you to tell me face to face there was someone else . You could have , you should have told me your feelings for me had changed. I would have been devastated but, I would have understood. I would have released you from your promise . Samantha, we were children when the vows were made .


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