Chapter 9 - Eviction Day
The day the deed transferred to my name was a cold, crisp Tuesday.
My mother had been released on a plea deal, while my father was sentenced to eighteen months in a state penitentiary for felony assault and violating probation.
I didn't go to the house to gloat. I didn't need to. I hired a private eviction firm and two off-duty police officers to handle the transition. I sat in my car down the street, watching through the windshield.
My mother dragged two suitcases out the front door. She looked ten years older. Her hair was unkempt, her expensive clothes replaced by cheap sweatpants. She stood on the very porch where my father had struck me, looking around at the property she no longer owned.
The eviction crew began changing the locks.
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She turned and looked down the street. She saw my car. Even from a distance, I could see the bitter hatred in her eyes. But underneath it, there was fear. True, raw fear of a woman who finally realized she had no power left.
I didn't roll down the window. I didn't wave. I simply put the car in drive and drove past her, leaving her standing on the sidewalk with her bags, exactly the way she had intended to leave me.
