T. Ray Monologue

For some reason, I was speechless. All I had ever wanted, August, June, Rosaleen, all of my mothers, they were pulled out from under my feet. I wanted to protest T. Ray, to tell him that my mother would have wanted it this way, but I had done enough. I followed him out of that big pink house that had taken me in and wondered what T. Ray would do to me. I was sure he would half kill me, and there wasn’t a thing worse than being half killed. I was leaving Rosaleen behind, the woman who I got out of jail and the hospital, was staying behind.

Rosaleen was leaving me. For a minute, I felt rather sad, but my sadness quickly turned into rage. Everything I had done for Rosaleen, and she just let me go. And August. She took me in like I was her daughter, and then just let me go. Now that I look back on that day, I’m startled to say T. Ray didn’t speak much on that long ride home. His dirty pickup truck rumbled on the roads as it had always done because he was too cheap and lazy to get it fixed.

When we got home, T. Ray was still not speaking, so I decided for my own safety, I should return to my old room. I quietly rushed up the stairs, the same set of stairs that T. Ray had run up the day my mother died. I open the door to my room and saw my old,
Lil-ee! Wake up!” T. Ray screamed, and he was moving closer to the staircase I had just run up. I dashed into my room, quietly closed the door, and tore off my sweaty clothing, throwing on my pajamas and flying into bed. My head hit the pillow just as my door burst open, and T. Ray came stomping in. My heart was pounding so fast in my chest I felt the sudden urge to vomit. I sat up and looked T. Ray in the eyes. He seemed somewhat relieved to see me in bed, glad that I hadn’t run away from him. If only August and Rosaleen get my letter, maybe things will change. Maybe, just maybe the will. That’s what I told myself, though I never believed they would come to save. Not until they showed up at my door three days