Excerpt from Unheard: a Memoir – Chapter 7 – told from a child’s point of view
Marcus makes up lies about everything. At first Mom doesn’t believe him, but he has a way of manipulating and convincing her that the sky is green, even though it’s blue. If she doesn’t believe him, they fight all night. It is a never-ending battle with him.
“See? See? That kid is making us fight again!” he tells her.
When I was eight years old, Marcus accused me of calling him a son of a bitch, which was a lie. He claimed he’d heard me say it when he was in his garbage truck one day when I was on my way to school with Rebekah. Passing him on our bikes and waving, we yelled, “Hi Marcus!”
But he ignored us. Instead, when I got home from school he claimed that one of the guys on the truck heard me call him a son of a bitch. No matter how much I swore that I never said that, and his story changed from one of the guys hearing it to hearing it himself, I was still in trouble. It didn’t matter what the truth was.
The truth was this: I hadn’t called him a son of a bitch at all; I actually called him an asshole, and it was under my breath so that no one could hear me. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.
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I walk in from school and go to my room. I notice something on my bed – on my pillow. A gift? I am excited until I realize what it is.
“What is that on my pillow!?” I storm out of my room, down the steps.
I look at Mom.
“What’s on your pillow?” She is clueless.
“There’s a maxi pad on my pillow!” I yell.
Mom thinks it’s a joke, looks at Marcus.
“Did you put a pad on her pillow, Marcus?” Mom asks, puzzled.
“You left it on the bathroom floor. I stepped on it and blood came gushing out,” he lies. “I almost got sick.”
“You’re a liar!” I scream. “A big, disgusting liar! I hate you!”
I storm back to my room. He is the biggest liar I’ve ever known. There is no blood on it at all, but it doesn’t matter what the truth is even if the evidence is in plain view. I don’t think Mom believes him, either, because she knows I am not on my period. But instead of speaking up to him, she tells me not to worry about it.