Dominique Doll 523 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 dolld053@ritenourschools.org Patricide by Dominique Doll As I sit in this psychiatric rehabilitation center for treatment all I can think about is my sister Maddy. Everything that I have done has been to give her a better life. To get her away from my drunk and abusive so called “father”. I murdered my “father” when I was 16 years old. May God curse his soul and let him rest in hell. Now the nice ladies here told me to write because writing is the only thing that keeps me sane. When i write i’m not just stuck in these four white walls. So here is …show more content…
I never knew why until after she died. I remember years ago my mother coming to pick Maddy and I up from school. She was crying, bloody, and something was wrong with her arm. She was holding it so delicately. We got in the beat up mini van and began to drive for hours. I remember just looking at the corn fields and thinking where are we going. I fell asleep of course and we got to where we were I was so confused. We were in the parking lot of a run down gas station to get gas. My mother had five dollars to her name and she had hoped that the five dollars would get us to where we needed to go. The car was so deprived of gas that when she put in five dollars worth, the finger didn't even move. She rested her head against the car and just cried. Then a strange looking guy walked up to her and asked if she needed help. He offered to help but only for something in return. At the age of seven I wasn’t sure what he meant but I remember him grabbing her butt and just looking into her eyes. I knew that something was wrong but my mother went with the strange man inside of the outside bathroom that the gas station had. We sat in the car for about an hour and she came …show more content…
After school I would go pick up Maddy from school and I would go to work at the local pizza parlor to try to save money to get us out of this town. I never wanted Maddy to go home without me so she stayed in the parlor with me as I worked. I would be helping her with her homework while I was kneading the dough. Maddy isn’t that bright, she has problems and she's always getting bullied for being the retarded kid. Maddy doesn’t talk to anyone. She loves me but she barely talks to me, she sends me signals or she will make grunting sounds. After my shift we would go home but we would have to be quiet going through the window. My father never liked us going through doors. His logic is that adults walk through doors and stupid kids can climb through the window even in the rain. He was so vexatious towards us it’s been that way since we were really small kids. I remember coming in the window that night and he had destroyed my room. He found my stash of money that I had and he took it. I was furious. That was our ticket out of this hell hole. “I told you that every penny you get comes to me first! Do you think that i’m playing with you boy!” He shoved me into the closet door and started punching me as if I was a punching bag. Maddy sat there and watched, I could see the tears coming down her face but Maddy is always silent. Even when lunatic things are happening.