She knew she had to escape.
She remembered how he used to be. How she always felt about him. He was always loud and mean to everyone else in her family before the divorce. In one instance she had been forced to sit in her grandmother’s car as her grandmother drove him to the hospital for an appointment. He yelled at her grandmother the entire time asking why his wife couldn’t drive him instead of her. Then after the divorce she was finally disentangled from a life with him. Most of the time at least. However some days she was forced to visit him. She hated when this happened. During every visit she avoided him as much as she could.
She was much older when she heard about his fate. She had grown to hate him; she never bothered to really think of him. It was a surprise to hear the older lady across from her at the dinner table speak of him that night. The lady spoke of him and what had happened to him in a terse manner. After speaking she looked at the teenage girl across from her to gage the girl’s reaction. The girl’s thoughts and head had in seconds become unbridled. She immediately knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay there long. She cleared her dishes quickly, and then went to her room as calmly as she could.
She closed her door tightly then dived onto her bed where she cried for only a few minutes. She continuously thought of all the new information she had gained. The way she had felt about him and what she thought of him had changed. She thought largely of the fact that she would never be able to see him face to face or learn the exact truth about him. She stayed in the safety of her room for the rest of the night. Thinking of what events would never happen in her life. Thinking of the now inanimate man.
She had been able to escape from the table that night. Yet she might never be able to escape from the realm of not fully knowing and understanding. Never will she escape from the realm of the emotionally scared. Never will she truly be able to condone everything that had happened.