We have all seen this my life on tv. My dad was a loving father until my mom died. He then took to the bottle and beat me and my older sister. When I was 8 I failed to complete an assignment because my dad ordered me to do a bunch of chores that did not need doing. That night my dad was furious and he started throwing everything he could reach at me and hitting me. I finally escaped and I ran and ran and ran. Until my legs finally gave out.
I found myself in a dark ally in the pouring rain down by the docks of Lake Michigan. I allowed the rain to wash my tears away and my pain. That night there were some workers unloading for a big company off the books. They were taking some kind of toxic material and dumping it in the lake. One of them lost there gripping with the barrel and it spilled down my ally and it was washed down towards me as I was near the drain.
The man picked up and resealed the barrel with no problem and thought to let the rain wash it away. The Chemical ended up covering my shoes and bottom as I sit in the rain not caring what was going to happen to me. At that moment I felt something, something that felt divine as my hair rose to meet it. I looked up and bam lighting hit me. Then blackness took me.
I was in the hospital in a coma for a weak and every day I heard my dad come in and yell. He was even thrown in jail for endangering me. My sister however spent every dad lovingly by my side. When I got home my dad was furious and he took it out on me and my sister harder then ever because the medical bill I have just racked up.
I started to notice changes in the world around me. I started getting straight A’s cause I was able to remember everything. I found out all my senses have become sharper. Where most people block information and take in what they need I take in all information. I can go back to a day and tell you in detail every moment. When my dad comes to hit me I am now able to see his fist coming and can dodge it. This has made him angrier and angrier. Something was changing in me and I was unable to tell if it was for the better. My sister Megan thought I might be becoming a superhero like MegaHammer. I just told her that heroes don’t come from people like us. She just told me nonsense and said we are the people who need a hero the most and sometimes that only means standing up when your told to sit down.
My Father has becoming angrier and angrier as i was able to get my life together. I know I cost him a lot from hospital bills. Today however I had a great day, I got straight A's, and I got my crushes phone number. However that couldn't last, when i arrived home my house was in shambles.
"WHY ARE YOU SO USELESS? WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR MOTHER? YOU SHOULD BE CLEANING UP THIS HOUSE AND COOKING ME MEALS!!!"
I head back towards the yelling and I hear *SMACK SMACK*. I open the door and see my dad smacking my sister over and over. The anger boils up inside me as I see what is happening. My sister believed in me when no one else has. She has always been there to protect me.
"Leave her alone!" I yelled as i moved in front of my sister.
"What do you want sissy boy? I will smack her if I want! She's mine and your mine and I will smack you both if I want to. Get over here and I will beat you properly!" my dad yelled.
"NO! We're done with this. I can not allow anymore,"
I grab my sister as she my dad pulls his fist back to hit me. Time slows down as I take in my surroundings. i begin seeing the trajectory of every punch and move my sister and I out of the way. With all the time my mind allows me I calculate the best escape plan and start moving my sister towards it while staying one step ahead of my dad. You may be asking why I was not fighting back and it was simple just cause my brain was fast did not mean I was.
He came at me with a left and a right and easily I dodged moving as planned keeping my sister ahead of me and out of harms way. He was so angry and drunk he was not paying attention to where we were going. We got to the hallway where I left my skateboard. I easily avoided it as I had a photographic memory of the house. Dad however slipped and hit his head driving him into further anger but giving us more time to escape. We are both able to turn and run at this point and as we do I pull shelves and everything I can into his way giving us more running time.
I ran holding my sisters hand and dragging her to my crushes house as she had also given me her address and he lived close by. I knocked on the door and she answered with her dad behind her.
I explained "I'm was sorry to interrupt your dinner but my sister is in need of medical attention and I need to contact the police cause my dad is going postal and I have no other options."
Turned out her dad was a police officer and looked us over figuring out what happened. He makes the call as her mom fixes up my sister and they invite us to dinner. After that night my dad was arrested and we were put into foster care at a group home.
We lived in the group home for a week. No one wanting to take on a couple teenagers cause teenagers are hard.
"Thank you Sherlock!" my sister said crying, "You saved me like the hero I always knew you were. I don't know what is next but as long as I am by your side I feel safe."
"It was no big deal Sis and I am no hero."
"It was a big deal. As many times as he beat us you finally stopped him. That is what a hero does and with your powers you could be so much more."
"I just want to be a normal kid, with a normal life."
"You will never be normal, we will discuss this more when we get out of here."
After the week ended Detective Banks came and got us. It turns out he was a foster parent and he knew we were good kids and he would take care of us from then on. Sure it was going to be awkward living with my crush but to have her dad care that much and for me and my sister to be together meant a lot to us. We did not want to be separated.
We moved into their house and each of us got our own room with a bed, closet, desk, and computer. Tears filled our eyes and seeing that we no longer had to share a room and that we had our own things.
The first couple months were hard. My sister kept falling a sleep in my room or coming there when she had nightmares. We have always shared a room and have always been there for each other so it was hard to get use to the change. There was one time we were doing dishes and I was handing her a dish and it fell and broke. When the Charlie and Joan Banks came in I put my sister behind me and told them it was my fault and I would take the punishment. They looked at me puzzled at first and then it dawned on them that we thought they were going to beat us. Charlie's Jaw dropped and Joan came at us and I flinched. Next thing I know she was hugging both of us and crying. She told us it was all right and it was just and accident. They sit us down and explained that was not how they punished here. We would never be struck only put in time out or grounded but not for an accident like this. From then on things started to ease up and we ended up letting Kate my crush and now Foster sister into our world. We became inseparable and even let her in on my secret. She however sided with my sister more then me on the subject.
I also had the Internet for the first time and began reading everything i could find. I spent days reading Wikipedia and googling. I wanted to learn everything. My schooling became to easy for me and Charlie had me tested to see how smart I was and if I should skip a grade. After taking the test they found out I was off the charts. From my access to the Internet I had already found out most of the things I needed to know. By the end of the first semester I had tested out of high school and was on my way to the University of Maryland. During these months Charlie had helped me with everything and took me on ride alongs and everything. I wanted to be like this man who took us in and saved us from the fate we were headed towards so I picked Criminal Justice as my major as I now wanted to be a detective. I told him so and he was proud of me and excited to help in any way he could.
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