Father

Paul stepped outside. It was a brisk autumn morning, but this was just not any morning, it was the morning of October 31st the morning of Halloween. Paul smiled as he looked at the bright morning sun, already eagerly anticipating what he was going to do tonight. He and his friends planned on trick or treating one last time because all them were just a couple month’s away from being 18. By the time they were 18, they would be to old and to busy for trick or treating, or so said Paul’s father. " You have to start looking at colleges and planing for your future in the long run" his father had told him last week," you won’t have time to hang out with those idiot friends of yours either. They are just dragging you down with them, Paul, they have no futures. They are all a bunch of slackers and losers!!!" his father had screamed at him. Paul had started yelling by that time but all his father kept saying was "A bunch of losers, a bunch of losers!!" at the top of his lungs. Paul took his eyes off th e horizon and headed to the back yard. Paul’s father had always been that way. Loud, angry and full of enough hate for 20 men. His father was also a terrible bigot which Paul could never stand. He hated racists and their small minded views of their perfect world. His fathers racism hit home and hit hard when Paul befriend the new kid, an Arab-American name Crepal. "Son, what do you mean by bringing that boy in our house? You no how much I hate their kind!!!" his father had said talking as though their entire race was a disease. Paul had let him out, embarrassed and ashamed of how his father had acted, apologizing all the time. Paul laid down the tarp and got some water and old news papers. Paul’s father had also abused his mother. He would use verbal abuse most of the time, but every now and then he would hit her, and hit her hard leaving bruise’s the size of oranges on her back stomach and back of her legs. He was a coward for hitting his mother but even a bigger one for hitting her where the bruise’s co uld not be seen. Paul had called the police on his father one time but when they showed up, his mother denied it and all Paul got was a good beating from his father. Paul was only 14 at the time, but he got a couple good hits. His mother had left later that year sometime during the night. Paul’s father had turned his anger on Paul then until Paul was 16 and laid his father out and then his father stopped. Paul went inside and brought out the garbage bag and laid it down on the tarp. He then went in and got the twine and rope. He wrapped up the garbage bag in news paper and then in the tarp. He thought about how he would do it. Dump it in a river and no one will ever no he thought as he moved the slightly bent pipe and set it aside. Happy Halloween, dad, he thought as he loaded the trunk of the car. Happy Halloween.