Colonel !
ok so... i couldn't finish this earlier but since I can't sleep, i'll do it now even though it's not easy.
Of course reading this will be easier after reading " It ends tonight ! "
It is a long post, but uh... it's not the kinda stuff you can sum up
( About the plan, i started adding the details i wanted to show but uh.. it was way too much , it was taking too much time but i might add it later )
Oh did i forget to mention to mention the country had been officially declared war zone by the UN a week before ?
So, they told us that they had been sent for us and we didn't understand what they were talking about. From there everything went really fast.
They told us to lay on the floor in the living room, then they came closer to us, and they did something we hadn't expected. One of them told my father to come upstairs with him, another pulled my mother closer to him and took her to the basement , the other one was still holding Precious and went outside with her, one stayed with my brother and I, while the last one went upstairs as well.
I have no idea how long it lasted but it sure felt like a lifetime... The man was sitting there, with a gun pointing at us, telling us how spoiled we were and asking us if we thought people would miss us after what would happen tonight... i was already dead in my mind, but what happened next brought me back to life ! He told us to stand up. We're both about 6'2". He started telling us how a good idea it would be if they hired us to work for them, then started " checking " we were " healthy " : he touched our faces, body, arms, legs, always holding his gun with the other and, then he grabbed my bro's crouch ( it really looked like it hurt ) and started squeezing. He said he wanted to know how much of a man my bro was. The boy just lost his mind and started crying, i know it was out of anger, but the man told him he was weak and punched him so hard he fell on the ground. My heart was racing so fast i was almost getting dizzy, i was terrified, not knowing what kinda sick violence he would use on me... he asked me if i was gonna stand there and not help my brother, said i was a coward kicked me in the balls and pushed me so hard I fell to the ground then he put his foot on my chest, telling me that i hadn't even seen anything yet.
Every single thing that i had ever been on my mind was coming back up and every breath felt like it was gonna be the last one, i was scared.
Just, when he was about to start using his imagination to torture us, one of his partners came back from the basement, carrying a big box that seemed pretty heavy. When he put it on the floor, i felt all my anger coming up. All the jewelry of all the people of the house was in there, along with dollar bills, euros, yens, mp3 players, laptops, and a lot of other things... Not because it was jewelry or money but because it was our personal things that it took us so many years to get and in a few minutes, people were coming and taking it all away just like that. Thinking of those material things i realized i had more important things to worry about at that moment : where were my mom, my dad, Precious, and... wait a second... WHERE WAS MY SISTER ????????
I would have gone crazy if they hadn't come back with my mother. She looked traumatized but she didn't say a word. One of them went upstairs to see what his partner was doing, and a few minutes later came back down with my father.
They told us to lay on the floor again, which wasn't hard for me since i had been on the floor for some time now.
Then, 3 of them left, and the one remaining, their leader started speaking to us :
" So you haven't been cool with us, and you refused to cooperate... we will have to start getting serious in here. We've just been told that there you guys are supposed to be six, but you're four here, and plus that other girl, it's just five, what the fuck is going on ??? "
Since nobody was speakin, he took the gun and pointed it at my mother's head and said he was giving us a few seconds to get our minds clear and tell him what was goin on and why they hadn't found anybody else, but then something happened : outside, the security guard was doing his round with the two dogs.
As he got closer to the house, he realized something was wrong : the incredible silence, the fact that all the lights were off eveywhere in the house, the girls' clothes outside and the dozens of muddy footsteps on the terrasse. He couldn't see what was going on inside though because all the windows were tainted so we could see what was goin on outside but nobody could see what was going on inside, especially if the lights were off, like right now.
Before anybody could understand what he was doing, he started running in the opposite direction, he was going to call back up.
We were relieved but we couldn't let it show because we didn't want the man to go crazy and shoot one of us.
He said : " This is unbelievable, what kinda mess is that ? You think this is over ?????? Trust me, we will be back, Colonel ! "
My mother stood up : " Colonel ????? who are you calling a Colonel ??? "
My stepbro was like " Yeah, Colonel who ??? "
The man shouted : " Stop that, what do you mean colonel who ??? ( pointing at my father ) Colonol him ! "
My mother put her hand in my father's pocket
The man said he was going to shoot both of them if it didnt stand still the tension was horrible.
My mother didn't pay attention to him, WHAT WAS SHE DOING ?
She took something out my father's pocket. The man kicked her, she fell but she was still holding what she had taken out of the pocket, she was in huge pain, and tears were coming out but she still found the energy to throw what she was holding to the man with the gun
" I already have all of your fucking money, what u throwin this at me for ??? "
It was a wallet and she told him to open it
When he did, his eyes opened so WIDE it was scary.
He threw it on the floor, threatened : " if this is a joke, we will be back here and it'll be the end for you ! ", then he ran away.
As soon as he left my mother picked up the phone to call the police but they had cut the phone lines. We heard a big noise, a female voice screaming, people shooting, dogs barking, and then nothing.
Nobody in the living room could speak. Were they really gone ? We didn't know and we didn't wanna be separated so we stayed together, sitting on the floor, trying to decide if they were gone or not. There was a big question everybody wanted to ask but nobody could find the courage to. Half of the answer was given to us a few seconds later.
We heard footsteps, my heard started racing again.
The kitchen door opened, a small hairy head came out and smiled : my sister !
My mother and stepbrother started crying and ran to her, while my father was speechless.
I asked her where she had been and she told us : " I was in the kitchen to get some ice cream and i heard pople with boots running outside so i hid in the closet "
" The whole time ? " my father asked, and she answered yes.
My mother had just started the first words of a prayer when i asked : " Where is Precious ? "
My sister looked at me, and looked away, for some reason, i felt tears coming up so i shouted : " Where the fuck is Precious ??? " She started walking and we all followed her.
Again, we heard footsteps, people running outside. It was NOT going to happen again !
We ran to the doors and locked ourselves in the living room.
A man knocked on the door : " Is everybody alright in there ? "
We made no noise. The man went around and stood on the balcony, looking for a way to get in. The security guard came back, running, with the dogs : " Boss, i know you can see me, you can open, he's a doctor... " But we still didn't move.
A few seconds later, we heard the sirens, back up was finally there.
My father walked to the bay window and opened it. The security guard got in and said : " Oh thank god, at least you guys are all doing ok ".
" At least, WE guys are... ? " Oh my god Precious !!!
We all ran outside. She was laying on the floor, with blood all over.
The doctor started : " It's a little hard to say this... "
" She's been raped ! ", my sister said it with a weird cold voice.
I dont know if it was because it was my younger sister who said it, but it echoed in my head for a while " raped, raped, Precious, thieves, hit men, raped,... "
It was just too much.
When i came back to reality, the ambulance was gone, the police had arrived and had started asking questions, and my mother was telling us to go back inside.
So i went back inside, and went straight to my room : it was chaos ! the mattress was teared apart, the clothes were too, and they were on the floor, all the drawers were empty...
It was about 11 pm. i laid on the floor and i prayed till sunrise.
When i woke up, later that day, everybody was sleepin in my room, on the floor. It was shocking. Imagine what it would feel like to wake up and see your father, mother, sister and stepbrother layin on the floor around you. It was an akward sight considering what had happened the night before, they really looked dead.
But my stepbro started snoring as usual... lol and i laughed so hard it woke them up.
Later that day, my father told me my sister had been hiding in that closet the whole time, they had walked past her the whole time, she had heard everything that had been said and everything that happened.
They had been sent to scare us, but they had decided they would help themselves and take everything they could as well. The orders they were given were : " Just scare them, but if you have to... well, kill them ! " That's why they had taken my father upstairs to tell him a few things that he should do if he wanted to stay out of their boss' way. They had taken my mother downstairs to get her to give them everything that was in the safe... they had also tried to abuse her but she had scared the hell outta them speaking of god, vengeance, hell, death, karma. They got scared, thought she might have some kind of STD or something... it saved her life.
Little did they know that everything in the safe ( money, jewelry ) was fake. The safe had always been there, just in case... ok, you go mom ! what a brilliant woman.
Hmmmm.. Precious had been raped in the staff bedrooms while the leader was talking to us and my sister heard it all... terrible, terrible... she's been tested for stds and aids 3 times. She's negative, thank god.
Why did they call my dad Colonel ? their boss needed them to be really mad, so he told them my father was a Colonel who participated in a conspiracy and killed hundreds of people !
If only they had said "colonel" be4 they started gettin physical,...
Who had given them all the information they needed ? Once again my sister had the answer to that...... my father's bodyguard, he was in a car outside, the whole time...
3 days later, we were out of the country. We went to Paris.
" L'aéroport Charles de Gaulle " was the last place my family was seen together.
My Parents signed their divorce papers that day at the airport.
My father went to New York, on his own. My mother and sister moved to Nice, in southern France. My stepbrother stayed in Paris, and Precious went to Milan, to live with my grandmother. And me ? after a short stay in new york with my father to help him move in, i moved to Toronto.
Of course reading this will be easier after reading " It ends tonight ! "
It is a long post, but uh... it's not the kinda stuff you can sum up
( About the plan, i started adding the details i wanted to show but uh.. it was way too much , it was taking too much time but i might add it later )
Oh did i forget to mention to mention the country had been officially declared war zone by the UN a week before ?
So, they told us that they had been sent for us and we didn't understand what they were talking about. From there everything went really fast.
They told us to lay on the floor in the living room, then they came closer to us, and they did something we hadn't expected. One of them told my father to come upstairs with him, another pulled my mother closer to him and took her to the basement , the other one was still holding Precious and went outside with her, one stayed with my brother and I, while the last one went upstairs as well.
I have no idea how long it lasted but it sure felt like a lifetime... The man was sitting there, with a gun pointing at us, telling us how spoiled we were and asking us if we thought people would miss us after what would happen tonight... i was already dead in my mind, but what happened next brought me back to life ! He told us to stand up. We're both about 6'2". He started telling us how a good idea it would be if they hired us to work for them, then started " checking " we were " healthy " : he touched our faces, body, arms, legs, always holding his gun with the other and, then he grabbed my bro's crouch ( it really looked like it hurt ) and started squeezing. He said he wanted to know how much of a man my bro was. The boy just lost his mind and started crying, i know it was out of anger, but the man told him he was weak and punched him so hard he fell on the ground. My heart was racing so fast i was almost getting dizzy, i was terrified, not knowing what kinda sick violence he would use on me... he asked me if i was gonna stand there and not help my brother, said i was a coward kicked me in the balls and pushed me so hard I fell to the ground then he put his foot on my chest, telling me that i hadn't even seen anything yet.
Every single thing that i had ever been on my mind was coming back up and every breath felt like it was gonna be the last one, i was scared.
Just, when he was about to start using his imagination to torture us, one of his partners came back from the basement, carrying a big box that seemed pretty heavy. When he put it on the floor, i felt all my anger coming up. All the jewelry of all the people of the house was in there, along with dollar bills, euros, yens, mp3 players, laptops, and a lot of other things... Not because it was jewelry or money but because it was our personal things that it took us so many years to get and in a few minutes, people were coming and taking it all away just like that. Thinking of those material things i realized i had more important things to worry about at that moment : where were my mom, my dad, Precious, and... wait a second... WHERE WAS MY SISTER ????????
I would have gone crazy if they hadn't come back with my mother. She looked traumatized but she didn't say a word. One of them went upstairs to see what his partner was doing, and a few minutes later came back down with my father.
They told us to lay on the floor again, which wasn't hard for me since i had been on the floor for some time now.
Then, 3 of them left, and the one remaining, their leader started speaking to us :
" So you haven't been cool with us, and you refused to cooperate... we will have to start getting serious in here. We've just been told that there you guys are supposed to be six, but you're four here, and plus that other girl, it's just five, what the fuck is going on ??? "
Since nobody was speakin, he took the gun and pointed it at my mother's head and said he was giving us a few seconds to get our minds clear and tell him what was goin on and why they hadn't found anybody else, but then something happened : outside, the security guard was doing his round with the two dogs.
As he got closer to the house, he realized something was wrong : the incredible silence, the fact that all the lights were off eveywhere in the house, the girls' clothes outside and the dozens of muddy footsteps on the terrasse. He couldn't see what was going on inside though because all the windows were tainted so we could see what was goin on outside but nobody could see what was going on inside, especially if the lights were off, like right now.
Before anybody could understand what he was doing, he started running in the opposite direction, he was going to call back up.
We were relieved but we couldn't let it show because we didn't want the man to go crazy and shoot one of us.
He said : " This is unbelievable, what kinda mess is that ? You think this is over ?????? Trust me, we will be back, Colonel ! "
My mother stood up : " Colonel ????? who are you calling a Colonel ??? "
My stepbro was like " Yeah, Colonel who ??? "
The man shouted : " Stop that, what do you mean colonel who ??? ( pointing at my father ) Colonol him ! "
My mother put her hand in my father's pocket
The man said he was going to shoot both of them if it didnt stand still the tension was horrible.
My mother didn't pay attention to him, WHAT WAS SHE DOING ?
She took something out my father's pocket. The man kicked her, she fell but she was still holding what she had taken out of the pocket, she was in huge pain, and tears were coming out but she still found the energy to throw what she was holding to the man with the gun
" I already have all of your fucking money, what u throwin this at me for ??? "
It was a wallet and she told him to open it
When he did, his eyes opened so WIDE it was scary.
He threw it on the floor, threatened : " if this is a joke, we will be back here and it'll be the end for you ! ", then he ran away.
As soon as he left my mother picked up the phone to call the police but they had cut the phone lines. We heard a big noise, a female voice screaming, people shooting, dogs barking, and then nothing.
Nobody in the living room could speak. Were they really gone ? We didn't know and we didn't wanna be separated so we stayed together, sitting on the floor, trying to decide if they were gone or not. There was a big question everybody wanted to ask but nobody could find the courage to. Half of the answer was given to us a few seconds later.
We heard footsteps, my heard started racing again.
The kitchen door opened, a small hairy head came out and smiled : my sister !
My mother and stepbrother started crying and ran to her, while my father was speechless.
I asked her where she had been and she told us : " I was in the kitchen to get some ice cream and i heard pople with boots running outside so i hid in the closet "
" The whole time ? " my father asked, and she answered yes.
My mother had just started the first words of a prayer when i asked : " Where is Precious ? "
My sister looked at me, and looked away, for some reason, i felt tears coming up so i shouted : " Where the fuck is Precious ??? " She started walking and we all followed her.
Again, we heard footsteps, people running outside. It was NOT going to happen again !
We ran to the doors and locked ourselves in the living room.
A man knocked on the door : " Is everybody alright in there ? "
We made no noise. The man went around and stood on the balcony, looking for a way to get in. The security guard came back, running, with the dogs : " Boss, i know you can see me, you can open, he's a doctor... " But we still didn't move.
A few seconds later, we heard the sirens, back up was finally there.
My father walked to the bay window and opened it. The security guard got in and said : " Oh thank god, at least you guys are all doing ok ".
" At least, WE guys are... ? " Oh my god Precious !!!
We all ran outside. She was laying on the floor, with blood all over.
The doctor started : " It's a little hard to say this... "
" She's been raped ! ", my sister said it with a weird cold voice.
I dont know if it was because it was my younger sister who said it, but it echoed in my head for a while " raped, raped, Precious, thieves, hit men, raped,... "
It was just too much.
When i came back to reality, the ambulance was gone, the police had arrived and had started asking questions, and my mother was telling us to go back inside.
So i went back inside, and went straight to my room : it was chaos ! the mattress was teared apart, the clothes were too, and they were on the floor, all the drawers were empty...
It was about 11 pm. i laid on the floor and i prayed till sunrise.
When i woke up, later that day, everybody was sleepin in my room, on the floor. It was shocking. Imagine what it would feel like to wake up and see your father, mother, sister and stepbrother layin on the floor around you. It was an akward sight considering what had happened the night before, they really looked dead.
But my stepbro started snoring as usual... lol and i laughed so hard it woke them up.
Later that day, my father told me my sister had been hiding in that closet the whole time, they had walked past her the whole time, she had heard everything that had been said and everything that happened.
They had been sent to scare us, but they had decided they would help themselves and take everything they could as well. The orders they were given were : " Just scare them, but if you have to... well, kill them ! " That's why they had taken my father upstairs to tell him a few things that he should do if he wanted to stay out of their boss' way. They had taken my mother downstairs to get her to give them everything that was in the safe... they had also tried to abuse her but she had scared the hell outta them speaking of god, vengeance, hell, death, karma. They got scared, thought she might have some kind of STD or something... it saved her life.
Little did they know that everything in the safe ( money, jewelry ) was fake. The safe had always been there, just in case... ok, you go mom ! what a brilliant woman.
Hmmmm.. Precious had been raped in the staff bedrooms while the leader was talking to us and my sister heard it all... terrible, terrible... she's been tested for stds and aids 3 times. She's negative, thank god.
Why did they call my dad Colonel ? their boss needed them to be really mad, so he told them my father was a Colonel who participated in a conspiracy and killed hundreds of people !
If only they had said "colonel" be4 they started gettin physical,...
Who had given them all the information they needed ? Once again my sister had the answer to that...... my father's bodyguard, he was in a car outside, the whole time...
3 days later, we were out of the country. We went to Paris.
" L'aéroport Charles de Gaulle " was the last place my family was seen together.
My Parents signed their divorce papers that day at the airport.
My father went to New York, on his own. My mother and sister moved to Nice, in southern France. My stepbrother stayed in Paris, and Precious went to Milan, to live with my grandmother. And me ? after a short stay in new york with my father to help him move in, i moved to Toronto.
posted by Soldier at 1:55 a.m.
9 Comments:
wow. riveting story, man. you're blessed. amazing what we do to our own people. was this in haiti, or an african country?
nice story man...you seem to have a very interesting life...nice blog overall
I don't know if I can be like others an call your story nice or riveting.
I will say this much, I felt as if I was in a movie that I could not get out of.
I cannot phathom the amount of things that were going through your mind at that time.
I guess I know now, why it was so important for you to have a flashback while reuniting with your family after sometime.
This was an open wound that will not fester, because you trusted your readers enough to read and understand.
You are a good soul, all the best to you in your New life and place.
As always in Parting,
I came in Peace and in Peace I Leave.
Damn man. I can honestly say I've never heard such a story retold with such power and revelation. It's good that you've got to the point where you feel able to retell it. I almost wanna be nosy and ask what your father does (it's the journalist in me). Hope Toronto's going well. I love it up there. Except for the Canadians who say Aye all the damn time...
Thanks for sharing with us...
I'm speechless.
Man I'm sorry you & your family had to go through that. What we do to each other is horrible.
Just my thoughts
What a story...OMG You must be a strong man because of it...wow..you never know what a person has been through...
that shit was crazy man. how old is precious?
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