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Chapter 1: The Way it Burns
Engulfed in the shadow of flames; that is where my story begins. I stood at the edge of my village. Trees covered my rear as I slowly stepped back in awe. My hand searched nervously for something to hold onto and lean back on. I was terrified.
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As I sat in the unwelcoming dank room, across the desk sat a woman with her long unprofessional nails clicking away on the keys as she hunted and pecked on the keyboard. I sat uncomfortably as she rattled off one question after another. “Do you have a TPO?” she asked. I didn’t respond. She repeated, “A TPO, a temporary order of protection.” I responded softly, “no ma’am.” Her tone became callous. “Well, did you at least file a police report?” My response was still the same. I thought to myself, how did I end up here?
Months earlier, I was moving the last box out of my house to the new home that myself and my two children would be sharing with my fiancé. It had been the happiest time in my life. I was newly engaged to Prince Charming. He was everything that I wanted in a man; hard-working, spiritual and caring with a good sense of humor.
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Back then I lived in a little town in West Virginia called Summersville. I never even knew there was anything else but that town till I was six. My family never went nowhere or did much of nothin. We lived in a beat up two-story white shack just down the street from the swimmin pool.
My momma and daddy never did get along too much. They loved each other and all, but it just seemed like they was always makin each other mad. Sometimes they’d be fightin and screamin and me and Rick, my brother, would just hide in our room. I was just a little kid then, so I’d get all upset and bawl like a baby, coverin my ears so I couldn’t hear. ‘Course I could still hear it all, pots and pans bangin around, Momma screamin for daddy to stop. Rick, he just stood there starin at me, his eyes bulging out like he’d seen a ghost, then he’d ask me if I was alright. He always acted like he wasn’t scared or nothin. Like it didn’t get to him. Sometimes he’d find me hidin under my bed, cryin like a sissy, and he’d tell me to quit it. He tried to make it sound like he was mad, but I could hear his voice shakin, just not as bad as mine was. Still, he meant okay, I guess. Just tryin to be tough. One of us had to be.
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by Jenny Won
A short story by Jenny Wan
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