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Angel’s Forgotten Sin

By J.D. Bunch

Copyright 2011 J.D. Bunch

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“I’m probably the only kid in Atlanta who would rather be at school than home,” thought little Camden as he and his sister, Angelina, climbed the stairs to their home. If you could call the minuscule, windowless box a home. The minute Cam entered the apartment he knew the night was going to be rough; the knots in his stomach began to grow, his hands began to sweat and shake. His mom’s latest paycheck with legs was on the couch with a brewery’s worth of empty beer bottles littering the coffee table in front of the past-out tub o’ lard. The air was caustic and smelled of stale beer, dirty ashtrays, nasty sweat, and hovering over all was the smell of impending brutality. Fear of what he knew James the Jackass was capable of when he got drunk had Cam pulling his sister toward the room they shared as quickly and quietly as possible.

In the imagined security of their haven, the children awaited the return of their mother from one of her two jobs. Cam had no idea of how long he and Angelina had been under his bed, he must have fallen asleep, but he awoke hungry. Leaving his sister still sleeping, he quietly slipped into the dark hall. Cam hugged the wall and inched his way along until he came to the opening of the living room. The only light came from the glow of the television, there were no windows for the outside light to filter in; for once Cam was grateful for that. The sofa, where the Jackass, was sitting, was positioned with its back towards the hallway. Cam dropped to his knees and crawled towards the closet sized kitchen. When he reached the kitchen, he gently closed the door before turning on the light. Then he gathered everything he needed to make him and his sister something to eat. While he was making them sandwiches, he heard the sound of voices coming from the living room. Mom was home.

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