DISCLAIMER: This is an autobiographical account, rated a strong M for Mature audiences only. All events written actually happened, although they are shown from my perspective and with the information I have to be true. I do not plan to hold back, and some parts of my account can and WILL disturb some readers. It is up to the reader to choose to continue and it is my hope that anyone reading can have catharsis from doing so, or at least relate to the harsh reality of life and better understand who I am. All names within the story are changed to protect the identity of those involved (except my name of course). This is not a chapter book, but a series of memories of the events that have occurred in my life.
Sirens were sounding off in the distance as a man covered in sweat and holding a bundle of cloth raced down an alleyway. The squad cars were in pursuit, their rubber tires squelching over the icy street as they came to a sudden stop. The police had spotted him. They blared orders over the megaphone for him to stop but with the sound of his racing heart throbbing in his ears he barely heard the incoherent sounds.
He quickly regathered himself, looking for an exit. The alleyway was long and narrow, and now the bundle in his arms started to cough and cry. The cold wind was making the baby’s skin red from its bitterness, and the few inconsequential snowflakes falling only served to upset the child more. No matter, he had to run.
The cops were on foot pursuit now, and he could hear them pounding after him, their keys jangling as they went, all of their gear slowing them down. He could outrun them…just a little further and he could cut down another alley.
Just as he was about to reach the end an officer came into view and blocked his path. He didn’t see the motion but the officer drew his sidearm. The blue and red flashing of lights and the barking from the policemen blurred altogether in a haze.
“Put the baby down! Get on the ground!”
The man stopped, panting hard while gripping the now screaming child. He took a couple steps backwards but the police in pursuit now also drew their firearms.
“Put the baby down! We will open fire!”
In a desperate moment he considered the consequences, and finally, he bent down and tossed the baby into the nearest small pile of snow…then he took off to climb a fence.
The police rushed him from both sides, and in short order they grappled him off the fence and thrust his face down into the concrete. They holstered their firearms and began to beat him senseless, as if each wanted to make sure they got a turn at cracking their knuckles into this man’s face. One of the officers trailing behind the pack gently picked up the baby nearby and wrapped her as best he could in his uniform to shelter her from the wind. He made his way to the nearest squad and radioed in, “We have the baby…the father is in custody.”
The snow cooled and yet burned the fresh wounds of the man on the ground, who had now stopped resisting. The blood stained the white powder around him as handcuffs were shackled to his wrists behind his back.
Welcome to my story.