I didn't understand why it happened and who could have as it was my dad after all , he was my safety net , my protector , my bloody father .You prick
. But , once there was a time when i loved him , hell i idolized him , we all did . Every now and then i would catch my mum looking at him when she
thought no one was watching , a hint of a smile and a look in her eyes that i didn't quite understand but i knew it was something special, i was only
ten at the time . Dad was the local scout master and didn't that make me feel proud, my dad the scoutmaster and believe me i couldn't wait for
Thursday nights , He was tough on the other kids but every now and then he would give me a wink and a smile , you dont fool me dad . Oh and fishing ,
my dad could catch a fish if he cast out into the middle of the main street and shooting , well he never missed and rabbit was often on the menu ,
rabbit was considered poor mans tucker back in those days but we all loved it , mum was a awesome cook , screw you colonel , my mum had spices you
never dreamed of . He even let me have a shot once and i missed by a mile . He had a little laugh and said not a bad first try you will get better
with time and instantly i felt better. Stupid rabbit you should have kept running , dad never misses . Life was pretty damn good i can tell you .
Crack crack . I wake up to light coming through a partially open door , confusion , why is there shooting in the house . I get out of bed and go
towards mum and dads bedroom and there he is standing there with his rifle in his hand . His eyes , this was not the person i idolized , my father the
scoutmaster , my protector . Crazy eyes , thousand yard stare , call it what you will and i started backing away both terrified and saddened at the
same time . I knew my mother was dead and so desperately wanted to go and hug her like i did almost every day , she always had time for a hug and i
loved her like only a ten year old could . David get your brother and run , his eyes had softened and i knew this was my chance and ran to my brothers
room , typical , Brian sleeps through everything , well except for the smells of mums pancakes Saturday morning . I drag him half asleep towards the
front door telling him dad has just killed mum . Jess , where is Jess , get Brian outside then get Jess , he said to run so surely not .Kitchen ,
lounge room , hallway , run to the front door to get Brian out then Jess. Its locked .The key was missing , its always in the door . I turned around
already knowing . Looking for this he said then crack , Brian dropped and i knew he was dead , dad never misses , hes sorry dad , hes sorry . Crack
and i felt the bullet hitting the door beside me , hope , crack , another miss , why dad , crack .
I watched over him , we all did , me , my mother , my brother and sister, he was my baby brother .
There was nothing we could do , we could only watch . He had lived , and i dont know why was wasn't shot he just wasn't , perhaps dads soft eyes had
come back . He lived for another 14 years unaware of the past and then it happened . School kids , they didn't understand how could they . Why did
they have to tell him . Mikey hung himself two days later . He knew instantly it was a mistake the second he kicked the chair over and i suppose he
struggled to save himself but i could not watch , he will be here soon . You got us all now dad.
We can visit the past here and Mikeys been here for a while . One day mum came to us and said you need to see this . It was my dad playing football ,
Aussie rules , he was a rover and kind of tall for the position and a bit of a hard nut , head in where angels fear to tread type . He got knocked out
this game and was taken to hospital and he nearly died . I looked at Mikey and and he nodded his head and said , its OK . Mum , well she had a
slight smile on her face and a look in her eyes .
The end
Years later i was driving down a quiet little street in a small town here in South Australia . There is a house there , its kind of run down house
with a lot of weeds in the yard . It has two holes in the front door . Mikey , well i am not sure of his real name but anyways rumors were he hung
himself after finding out about his past. If true he was 18 . It is almost impossible to find a reference to these murders , its as if they never
happened . The father was found later that day in a local quarry , gunshot to the head .
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