Granddaddy crawled off me and stuffed something in my mouth. Tied there, spread eagle on the bed, i heard him exclaim, "Oh fuck!" and then run to the telephone. i couldn't make out his conversation but i knew it was bad. i wished for the house to cave in and suck me straight to hell. It was my fault, she was looking for me. He came back and yanked at my binds. i lay there, waiting for him to tell me what to do. "Goddamn you, get dressed, they'll be here any minute!" i got out of bed and pulled my gown back on. Filled with dread i peeked out of his room and saw my granny sprawled on the ground next to my rollaway bed. Her head was bleeding and a pool of blood was forming around her lower body. i crept close to her and kissed her forehead. "i'm sorry Granny," i whispered to her as the sirens came closer. Granddaddy drug me away from her when the flashing lights flooded the windows and lit up the little house that was my prison even then. Her blood had soaked into the bottom of my gown and it camouflaged my own blood that was trickling down my legs. i thought she was dead until she moaned when the men put her on the stretcher. Her hip bone was exposed and sticking out of her skin. i turned my head away and cried. i cried for her, i didn't know the ocean of tears i would cry for myself while she was away.
