They're arguing again. They think that I can't
hear them, because of the closed doors, but I can. I really can. Almost every
word of it. But I can't go down there, because if I do that, they will beat me
and Noa and Noa will be in pain for a whole while. I can't let Noa be in pain.
I don't really like my parents. I know the bible says that I should honor them, and that is what I'm trying to do, every single day, but they aren't making it easy on me. They scream; at each other, at Noa, at me… They hit us too. Call us names. I guess it is what parents do. At least, I don't know any better than this. My Mommy is going to have another baby. Her tummy is all round now. I think she looks very pretty. But my Daddy doesn't seem to think so. He tells her that they shouldn't have had us in the first place. I wish that he didn't say that. It makes me feel sad.
When I look at other kids, like the kids in my class at school, they laugh all the time. They can't wait for their parents to come pick them up. When school is over, there is nobody to pick us up. I keep hoping that somebody will be there though. Maybe Mommy or Daddy, or Auntie Jean. But there is nobody to pick us up. The shouting has stopped now. I know it's probably only for a little while. It will start again. It always does. Noa is rolling over, I can hear her. She's still asleep. She always sleeps right through their arguing. That's because she's used to it. I think I am not used to them arguing. I'm still hoping for it to stop. All of a sudden, there is banging on the door. What is going on? Why is there banging on the door in the middle of the night? I slip out of my bed and walk over to Noa's. "Noa," I whisper. "Noa, wake up."
She doesn't respond for a while, and I keep shaking her. Finally, she opens her eyes. "There's people downstairs. Come on." Noa doesn't talk. Only to me. I don't talk either. Not much anyway. I don't really have a reason to talk. Mommy and Daddy will just tell me to be quiet anyway. Noa and I move over to the closet and hide in there. It's our hide out. Whenever my parents are fighting, we hide in there, because we don't really hear them in here. Like now.
It's dark in the closet. But we're used to that. I pull out our pillows and a blanket and Noa and I snuggle up very close. We're wearing only thin clothing. Most of them too small. Mommy and Daddy don't really care about clothing. When I see the kids at school with new boots and new jackets and everything, I get a little jealous. I'd like to have new boots and a new jacket, and I know Noa would like that too. But we never get it. There are more voices downstairs now. I can hear them. Daddy is telling them to go away, but the woman says she's not going anywhere. She wants to know where me and Noa are. But Daddy says that we're not here. That's what Daddy always does. Tell people me and Noa are not in the house. Now the voices are coming up. They're walking up the stairs. They're coming into the room now. I see the light switch being turned on. I wrap my good arm around Noa. Daddy grabbed me and left a bruise on my arm the other day. It hurts so bad that I can't use it anymore. The door of the closet opens and I look up to a lady. She's about Mrs. Aldridge's age. And Mrs. Aldridge is an old lady. She smiles at us. "Gabriel and Noa?"
I nod. I'm not going to talk to this lady. Even though she looks nice. She's probably going to tell me to be quiet. The lady smiles again. "Why don't you come out? We're going to take a little trip."
Mommy and Daddy are protesting; they don't want us to go with the nice lady. But I think that I like taking a little trip. And Noa does too. So we get up, and I take Noa's hand and we follow the nice lady outside. She gives us a blanket to wrap ourselves into and that is the last thing I remember. Because the next day, I woke up in a strange place.