Part of Kit was terrified, and another part told herself that nothing would come of it. Karen had knocked the crap out of her again after getting into a fight with her dad yelling, “This was your fault! If you weren’t here–” and she stopped as she reached into her purse next to her in the car and pulled out that damned pistol again. She put it up against Kit’s head but Kit stared straight ahead. This was a child who had been down this road, in the darkness of the night with that gun at her head so many times, she simply didn’t give a shit anymore. In her mind, at least it would end if Karen actually did pull the trigger. As she felt the barrel against her left temple she stared up at the moon.
The air was cold since it was January and the stars seemed to be very bright. Kit loved looking at them. She often wondered what it would like to fly up into where they were.
“Are you listening to me!?,” Karen screamed, “You had better be listening!”
Kit then looked at her and said, “Nothing scares me anymore. Not even that gun. Not even you. Either do it or let me go live with Mom.”
The gun was now pressed against her forehead. The barrel was cold and Karen’s hand was shaking as Kit stared into her eyes.
“Stop looking at me damn you! If you go to school one more time and tell them–”
“You’ll what?! Blow my head off? Do it. I told you I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t care!” Kit yelled as she kept staring straight into her eyes.
The now 13-year-old was quite resolute in her statement. She saw no way out of the house of horrors so she began to stand up to the monster. That monster was Karen.
Karen threw the silver pistol back into her purse, started the car and sped off with Kit still inside. She took her across town to Jack’s house. She then reached across the seat and opened Kit’s door.
“Get the hell out of here and go inside! If you say one word to Jack I swear I’ll–”
“Whatever…Same old crap!” Kit said to her as she shut the door and began to take a step back.
With that Karen peeled out with such force that Kit was knocked down. The child got up, dusted off her jeans and went to the door. It took a long while for her to go to sleep, and her sister-in-law was asking what had happened but Kit only responded, “With Karen what doesn’t happen?”
The entire family felt powerless to help the child. The only way Karen stopped hitting her was when her mother got wind of it. Her mother delivered a personal message via her aunt down the street.
“If you touch Kit or my son one more time, Bitch, I’ll kill you myself.” was the message.
Kit would not find out about this until she was in her 20’s but often wondered why during the last six months of Karen’s life she tended to just storm off when things got tense between her and her dad. She didn’t even bully Kit during that time other than to scream at her once in a while. Kit got to where she would tune her out.
When Kit entered her cell she would look at the green shades and cringe once in a while. She would then look at the wall she decorated. She put up a red tartan bedspread on her wall for an accent wall and then covered it with Beatles and Bay City Rollers posters. She also had a huge poster of Paul McCartney and Wings on the other side of her room.
On the other side was her doll collection. She had Native American dolls, Japanese dolls, the first Revlon doll ever made and a lot of other antique ones–which got sold out from under her little by little after Karen’s death–along with her TV because her dad said, “You don’t need this stuff anymore. He then replaced it with stuff Karen had–which she didn’t want. She worked for her things and now they were taken from her one day while she was at school. He gave the stereo she did babysitting for to her brother and then gave her Karen’s which pissed her off totally.
While Karen did have a better one, she wanted no reminders. She liked her white one. She paid for it with her money. Now her brother had it. She had a 19” black and white TV she liked watching. He put Karen’s 9″ portable color TV in there. That also pissed her off–especially since it had to be sent for repairs every time she turned around. However one night she was watching and a video from the year prior came on. It was “Mull of Kintyre” by Paul McCartney and Wings.
It would be that video that would spawn her desire to see other places. She loved how the kids in that video were having fun down by the fire on the beach–something she never got to do. As thoughts of the monster began to fade a bit at night, those thoughts were replaced with new ones–and when the green shades came down, it marked a new freedom for Kit. It was at this point she picked up a pen and began creating new worlds, new people and dreaming of a new life. She had never seen mist rolling in from the Ocean and longed for it…One day she would, but for now, the video had to do.
This was the video that started that journey for her so many years ago. The open land and the beach…The smiles on people’s faces…These were the things that she loved to see on TV. And later in that year–1978, she would find out what a “normal” family was…She would realize then how abnormal her life had been and it would also make new thoughts churn in her head as she pulled out her pen and paper.