Surrounded by four grey walls, I lay here on my concrete bed and I think …….Why? Did he deserve it? Am I really the monster that I was portrayed to be? My name is Katherine Pierce. I am 25 years old and I have been sentenced to 10 years imprisonment for the murder of the man I once called …..my dad.
The birth of any child into a family is a joyous occasion. And yes, my entry into this world was a dream come true for my parents. As a baby, I have fond memories of being cradled by the gentle touch of my mother’s arms, always showered with love and affection. I vaguely remember sharing this relationship with my dad for he was seldom at home. But on those rare occasions, when we were together as a family, it was never the utopian dream I hoped for. What remains vivid in my memory are those numerous occasions, when he would come home from work and rant and rave at my mom for the most trivial reasons. She was the constant target for this verbal abuse and never did she show any signs of retaliation. My father was accorded the utmost respect by both of us and he took advantage of this as he knew that we were totally dependent on him as he was the sole breadwinner.
There was no way that anyone could reason with him when he was in this frame of mind. What baffled me the most was the façade he put on when we were around friends and family. He appeared to be the perfect gentleman …..always so kind, energetic, high spirited, full of laughter and generally fun to be around with. Yet behind closed doors he was an uncontrollable freak! I often wanted to expose his demonic nature but I was terrified of the consequences thereof.
One of the most horrifying incidents etched in my mind was the night he pushed my mum out of the vehicle, into a deserted road. We were on our way from a family get-to-gether and all my mum wanted to know was why was he in so much of a hurry to leave when we both were keen to stay longer. That was enough for his temper...
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