Chapter 1
Percy Brooks lived in a rough neighborhood in Fort Wayne, Indiana. His parents, Brian and Joan Brooks married for a long time. Percy lives with his father, but never knew his mother. She's around but she did not stay with them.
Percy was a beautiful baby. He had curly hair when he was born. His parents had a good relationship, but his mother left him and her husband. Percy used to visit his mother often but mostly lived with his father. He loved his mother and wanted her to come home.
Brian Brooks has dark skin, and he wears glasses. He also sells incense and his son Percy sells them. For a while, his dad took a break was at home. Brian Brooks likes to wear color summer shirts and shorts around his house and leaves his shirt open. Brian likes to wear sandals.
Joan Brooks has a brown complexion, and dark, black, short hair. Joan never worked in her but was unemployed. She still cared for her son but needed to have her own place.
One day, Percy's father came home from selling incense and wanted to relax with a Newport. He opened his shirt. Percy was on the couch watching television. Next, Brian told Percy to go with him to the store.
"Boy, let's go to the store," said Brian.
"Okay," said Percy.
Brian locked the door and took Percy to the store. They went to get candies and pop. They paid for their stuff and came back home. They went inside and got settled. Brian stood up and lit a Newport. He had the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Brian went to Percy’s room and sat on one side of the bed.
“Percy, come here, man,” said Brian.
Percy is five years old. He did not anticipate what was about to happen to him. Percy sat by his father and noticed what was about to happen. Brian slid his hand between Percy’s legs and felt his son’s penis getting harder and harder. Percy tried to resist, but Brian kept trying him. Brian tossed Percy onto the bed and took his pants and underwear off. Percy screamed and stopped him.
“Get off me!” yelled Percy.
Brian quickly looked at his son and got up off him. He snatched his sandals and got off the bed. He smacked the door hard. Percy still wore his shirt but was naked from the waist down. He sat on his bed with his arms buried over his face. He wondered why he did this to me.
After the molestation took place, Percy grew apart from his father. He did not trust him anymore, because he took his innocence from him. He walked out of his room one morning. Brian sat watching television smoking a Newport. The cigarette between his fingers, Brian took his finger and pointed to Percy.
“Come here, boy!” yelled Brian.
Percy did not pay attention to his father and went back to his room. He lay on top of his bed. He did not let tears run down his face. He knew it was time to leave. It just had to happen, because if he stayed with his father, things would get worst.
Percy went to sleep and thought about the day his father molested him. He figured that he left and stayed with his mother, things would get better. He went to sleep, and it helped Brian opened his son’s door and was not heard. He looked over his son while sleeping in his bed.
He figured that he left and stayed with his mother, things would get better. He went to sleep.
After fourteen years living with his dad, one day while his dad went to sleep, he started packing. He went to the living room and took two Newport’s. He went out to go home to his mother. He shut the door so his dad did not get disturbed, or Brian might realize his son was leaving him. Percy was glad to get out the house off this table by his dad.)
Once he reached his mother's house, his mom stood out her door, waiting for her son to get here. She hugged him and took him inside.
"How are you, baby?" asked his mom.
"I'm having some things on my mind," answered Percy.
“Seems something is wrong; tell me baby,” said his mom.
“My dad has been molesting me, since I was five,” said Percy.
His mom was shocked her husband of twenty years had molested their son; Percy had three sisters and two brothers. He was the head of the family. Her husband damaged her son. It only brought herself shame. Joan hugged her baby.
“Oh, baby; I’m sorry,” said his mom.
The phone rang.
"Hello?" asked his mom.
"Baby, where's Percy?" asked Brian.
"He's here; what do you want?" asked Joan.
"I just wanted to know where he went. I'm coming over," mentioned Brian.
Brian drove his Volkswagon over to his wife's house. He got out and went inside his wife's house. He was dressed in a yellow summer dress shirt; long dress pants, socks, and brown sandals. He also wore cologne and lit up a Newport. Brian came to the door.
"Baby," Brian knocked on the door. "Open up!"
Joan dealt with the wet washcloth in her hand and went back to the kitchen.
"Just a second,” said Joan.
"Is this important?" asked Brian.
"No, you better." Brian paused. And Percy came into the mix. Brian breathed in and out.
"I'm sorry, son."
Brian got to see his son finally.
"No, mom I'll be in the room," said Percy.
"Okay, baby," said Joan.
Percy went into the room.
"Let's sit down," said Joan.
Joan and Brian sat down to talk about what happened.
“What happened to my son?” asked his wife.
“I came into my son’s room. He was nervous to see me in there. I was just talking to him. He sat next to me and I placed my hand between his legs. Okay, I touched him, okay and he got scared,” explained Brian.
“So, why did you stop, then?” worried Joan.
"No, I was wrong," said Brian.
"You're right. I should have never left you," said Joan.
“Okay, so it’s my fault? Right?” said Brian.
Brian sat back on the couch and finished his cigarette.
“No, you know what you did. I want Percy to stay here for a while,” said Joan.
“No, he can’t stay here,” said Brian.
Percy opened the door and told his dad off.
“Dad, I want to stay here,” barked Percy.
"I want Percy to stay here for a while," said Joan.
“Okay, I have to go,” said Brian.
Percy and Joan followed him and crowded him. He stopped in the middle of the door.
“Listen, I love you Percy. I just want to say I’m sorry, what I did. I can’t take back what I did but I know that I want to be in your life,” said Brian.
“The damage is done!” With that, Percy went back to his room.
Brian finishes his cigarette, threw it out, and went to his car. Joan looked at her husband and shed a tear. After twenty years, was this incident really going to end their marriage? Percy was a quiet kid and never wanted to see his parents get a divorce, because he was molested. Brian stopped by his car and shed a tear.
Brian turned his back and looked at his wife. He opened up his Volkswagon door, got inside, started the ignition, opened his Newport 100s, popped a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and smoked. Brian closed his door and pulled off.
Joan went inside and sat down in her kitchen chair. She cried and threw her glass on the floor. Percy heard the glass and opened his door. He hugged his mother.
Brian sat down. He wore a white beater shirt, blue swoosh pants, and brown sandals. He looked at his family photos. He looked at his son's baby pictures. He figures what he missed and how much he meant as a son.
