When I was eight years old my older brother threw my younger brother down a well.
[Ward leans back against the pillows, closing his eyes.]
We were on vacation. He was back from boarding school. My grandmother had sent him there to try and get him away from my father and my mother. Rich...uppercrust...washington DC jet set.
[he'd gotten the whole story from Christian. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.] Mother had bought Thomas a new toy. She couldn't remember what it was. Christian got jealous. He was five years old. I was eight. Mother let him play outside while Christian was sent upstairs to do his homework.
He convinced him to go down to the well we had on the property and threw him in. Taking him out to play. He swam there for almost ten minutes. Until I threw him a rope to help fish him out.
[Ward's voice is soft.] When mother found out she hit Christian so hard she chipped one of his teeth. She broke my wrist. Thomas was driven to the hospital with the two of us.
[He presses a hand to his head. Just thinking about it gives him a headache.] She admitted as much to the both of us, before I shot her.
So I know. I know what it is to suffer. And I know what it is to have an abuser in your life.
[He's been staring out the window this whole time remembering his mother. "Grant. When you were born, I didn't want to touch you. You were conceived after I begged your father to never touch me again. You can come back and kill me. You can do whatever the hell you want to me but you deserve to know, I never loved either of you."
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When I was eight years old my older brother threw my younger brother down a well.
[Ward leans back against the pillows, closing his eyes.]
We were on vacation. He was back from boarding school. My grandmother had sent him there to try and get him away from my father and my mother. Rich...uppercrust...washington DC jet set.
[he'd gotten the whole story from Christian. Just to be sure. Just to be safe.] Mother had bought Thomas a new toy. She couldn't remember what it was. Christian got jealous. He was five years old. I was eight. Mother let him play outside while Christian was sent upstairs to do his homework.
He convinced him to go down to the well we had on the property and threw him in. Taking him out to play. He swam there for almost ten minutes. Until I threw him a rope to help fish him out.
[Ward's voice is soft.] When mother found out she hit Christian so hard she chipped one of his teeth. She broke my wrist. Thomas was driven to the hospital with the two of us.
[He presses a hand to his head. Just thinking about it gives him a headache.] She admitted as much to the both of us, before I shot her.
So I know. I know what it is to suffer. And I know what it is to have an abuser in your life.
[He's been staring out the window this whole time remembering his mother. "Grant. When you were born, I didn't want to touch you. You were conceived after I begged your father to never touch me again. You can come back and kill me. You can do whatever the hell you want to me but you deserve to know, I never loved either of you."
He turns back to look at her.] I want to help.