A Real Sad Story IV

When a real evil plan comes together the results are always the same. Pain and suffering, loneliness and despair, heartache and nightmares are the only things born of evil intentions. At a Greyhound Bus station in Tacoma, WA the sting of such a plan penetrated deep into my being as I watched my boys and myself being ripped apart by powerful forces of darkness. I could no longer exist under the western sky in which my boys resided under. Their mother cared very little about me spending time with Nate or Mason. (Makes sense when she is boning my step-brother) She did have the heart however to give me a ride to the bus station so that I could retreat back to my native home in an attempt to save my life. I'll never forget how nice, and smiley, and kind that mean bitch was when she was giving me a ride to the station. My little ones were three and a half years old, but still did not have the ability to have a spoken conversation with me, so I had to communicate with them through their verbalized sounds and facial expressions. We stopped at a Mcdonald's where I shared what would prove to be the last meal I ever sat down with them to eat. After the meal we headed for the bus station. When we arrived I unloaded the two bags that served as everything I owned and I stood with my little boys at the front of the bus terminal and waited for the moment when I would be taken away. What do you do? What do you say? What is a man to do when he knows that a million nightmares and terrors are upon he and his children in the very spot they stand at that very moment? I did the only thing I could: I stood silently by them and like three frightened children instead of two we waited for our time in the wilderness to truly begin. I remember standing with them having a hand on each of their little shoulders and praying to the Creator that their backs should bare far less weight in life than mine. When my bus pulled up I knelt down in front them and told them that "it is going to be alright daddy is going back home to get some help that he needs." Both of their eyes began tearing up and then Nate and Mason hung their little heads down low. I gently caressed the bottom of their beautiful faces and raised their heads so that I could look into their eyes one last time for a very long time. They looked so confused. They looked scared and nervous. "It's all going to be alright my little angels, daddy loves you very much and will always be thinking about you." "I love you boys" and with that I turned away from them and boarded the bus that should take me towards the hardest test I have ever taken. I made it to my seat fighting back what seemed like all the tears I should ever cry. As I looked out the window there they were looking up at me from the terminal sidewalk. I pressed my hand to the window as a last attempt to feel them and they returned to me their precious little waves goodbye. I pulled my hand back from the window and moved it gently from side to side as I smiled the saddest smile ever smiled. I could see that they had begun crying, and with that, waters from the deepest parts of my being sprang forth and would not stop flowing for the next five hundred miles. They have never actually stopped, they simply pool up inside of me now. Not a single day has passed since, when I have not suffered what I know is also their suffering. Please God Almighty and Your Son Jesus Christ have mercy upon them that they might know somewhere within themselves that their daddy loves them very much and that he is sorry beyond all words for the thing that he has done to them. May the mercy of Heaven decend upon all involved in this, that the devil should not have the prize.