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My name is Janeth. I had lived with my family for 15 years until the Child Protection Services of Oregon took me away. My father, Manuel and his wife Miranda (she never spoke of her maiden name) raised me from the age of 11. My mother, Arefia, divorced my father when I was 8 and moved out of the state. Before the divorce, my mother gave birth to my brother, Anthony. I remember how excited my older sisters, Maria, Eileen, and I were. We stayed at my
My father won custody over my infant brother, Anthony. I
This babysitter had a weird foreign name (I believe it was Haitian) and only had 2 other clients that dropped their preteens off at her house once in a while. My sister, brother, and the
It had been exactly 2 months that this had been going on. One day I began to see something different about my baby brother. He was quiet and his eyes were frequently darting about. Sometimes his eyes would fixate on a certain part of the ceiling, the floor, the corner of the room, anywhere. By now he was supposed to be a well situated toddler, but to me he looked more like a paranoid animal; almost like the way our dog looked during a thunderstorm. When I tried to talk to my father about it he barely understood what I was talking about. He said his silence and awareness of his surroundings was a good thing.
A few days after our
Her home was completely vacant of any furniture, any décor, excluding a few metal chairs, a stool, a small glass coffee table, a television set with a VHS, and a lot of crosses.
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Her kitchen and bathroom had the usual commodities but nothing more; just a fridge, a stove, a sink, a toilet and a shower.
I
My eyes searched for my sister in the 4 small children silently sitting on the floor. My sister was sitting there focused on doing her school work, which explained why she never bothered to notice the disturbing home herself.
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Sitting next to my sister was Anthony, staring passively at the TV, drinking strawberry milk (or what I thought was strawberry milk). When he saw me he smiled a grin that went from cheek to cheek and clumsily started to crawl my way.
When I was about to pick him up, the woman grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him back to his spot on the floor. He immediately started crying, but she began to scold him in another language. He stopped and drank his milk between sobs.
I had no idea what she said, but it
Things got a lot more twisted when all of the
I saw words and symbols
Frightened out of my mind, I walked back to the kids and sat on the cold tiled floor. The woman
I also knew now why Anthony seemed to have a rash every time father changed him- he was forced to sit in his own filth for the entire day.
When father picked us up I quickly got Anthony, his clothing and belongings, and ran outside to the car. Maria carelessly took her time packing up and leaving while father paid the woman who was beaming with generosity. I held Anthony in my arms and cried. He remained silent and ignorant to my affection. Eileen
I started to yell at her again, begging to know how he is better.
As time went on Anthony became more and more restless at home. He saw things that spooked him often and he would have nightmares every single night. I know this because all we heard when he slept were yells and whimpers. Eventually he stopped sleeping, began to vomit a lot, and he would go to the bathroom less. My father thought he was getting ill and no one listened to me when I brought up the babysitter, so close to the end of the school year I spoke to my counselor about my siblings and me being neglected at home. They spoke to my father and I
When Anthony turned 5 and went to Kindergarten, he changed even more. He became very quick tempered and ill mannered. He would frequently insult any of us and he even became disobedient. With all of that time of no one listening to my warnings of how Anthony will grow up I didn't feel the need to say I told you so, but instead became quick tempered back at Anthony. I
Anthony, like the rest of us, was good in school, but in the middle of 1st grade his grades began to drop. His awful behavior got him in trouble daily. The teacher would always call my father and Miranda about Anthony; it became routine. Anthony would be sent to his room and that was that. One day I was babysitting him while my sisters, Miranda, and my father went out. At the time I was about to turn fourteen, but I had the attitude of an 18 year old. I spent most of my time bitching about
This time, I
One year went by, and he was getting worse and worse. Miranda and my father thought that their methods of isolating him were working, but that made him so much worse. He grew a creepy disposition and became very violent and sometimes sexual with his actions, hitting everyone, throwing objects, and making crude remarks about his genitalia.
My father refused to
I woke up one night in May of that year to the yell Anthony did when he had his nightmares as a baby. I shot up waiting for another sound, but oddly there were none. But to my bewilderment, I saw a small silhouette in my door way. I tried looking closer but as I got up, the smell of urine and vomit hit my nose and I flinched. When I closed my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness, the silhouette was already in my face. I realized it was Anthony, but his eyes were bulging and red. Tears were streaming down his face and onto his lips which had dried curdled vomit on them. His chin was also covered in vomit. The smell of urine came from his drenched pajamas. Before I had the chance to react, Anthony jumped onto my body and held me down as his knees jabbed into my sides. He stared for a while longer, studying me as I was frozen in my fear. He quickly grabbed my face with both hands and brought it to his. He then let out screech that sounded more animal then human. It was the worst sound I had ever heard, so horrible I can't even put it into words. All of those images of the gore and demons from my
Last thing I remember was Child Services waking me from my sleep and asking if I was alright. I was on a stretcher instead of my bed. I was confused, until I remembered
"Brother?"
The man had no idea what I was talking about. He bent down to my level, which startled me because of what Anthony did, and whispered,
Knots built in my stomach. I
I am 20 years old now, and my sisters and I lost contact with each other after ending up in different foster homes. At 18, I moved out of Oregon because I
Evil lives in this world with us, but you people can't let that destroy your families…selfishness…lust…cruel people…demons. You kids these days are too focused on yourselves, for once just try to focus on your family and your siblings! You could end up hearing them scream in agony every night…like I did. The screams are even louder for me because I learned what that Haitian Creole quote on the door meant.
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