Huge mistake! His face registered relief for perhaps a nanosecond before a look of pure rage took over. I never thought my own father could kill me but I changed my mind real quick when his belt landed across my back like a whip. I didn’t scream though. I couldn’t scream. My back was on fire and it hurt to breathe. He landed a solid 4 or 5 blows on me before I mustered any strength to cry out. I moved because it occurred to me I didn’t want to die and if I just stood there I might die. I drew strength from a place I didn’t even know existed and ran away from the relentless blows. No not upstairs. I wouldn’t make it. Instead I ran into the bathroom downstairs and locked the door.
Now, with some jobs, it didn’t matter if you were a few minutes late, but this was shift work. The telephones were staffed 16 hours a day and we needed full-time and part-time people to make up the shifts. One person would be scheduled to arrive when another person was going off shift. So, I advised her, one of the important parts of her duties was to arrive right on time. Well, Monday comes along and doesn’t she arrive a half-hour late. I met her when she arrived and her excuse was she had to drop her daughter off at school and had left the house late. I reminded her that being on time was vital and she said she wouldn’t be late again.