Chapter 5 - Session #6 - A small expert...
“Looking back on it Doc, I wouldn’t say we had a close relationship. But we did cling to each other during the chaos. Margret complained about each of us to 'stir the pot'. I was jealous of the fact that Lena never got beat like me. Despite my jealousy, when my father was drunk, and she was around, I’d insert myself between them physically if I thought it helped to distract him.”
“Mark, would you like me to try some hypnosis on you? You’re recall is excellent, but maybe you’d feel less anxious telling the painful parts of the story if you’re hypnotized?” asked Dr. Macoby.
“Sure, Doc. I’ve never been hypnotized before. Let's go for it,” I said.
A few minutes later, I was lying on my back with my hands clasped across my stomach. Macoby was saying something softly from far away. I returned with…
“There's a buzz in the air inside the Glass home. Dad, stinking of boose has blessed us with his presence again. Not. In her little child’s voice, Lena, my younger sister, pleads for everyone to stop fighting. In the next instant, dim-witted my father throws a massive object aiming for his wife's head. I’m relieved because I'm not his target.
"It's the Black and Decker drill and not the smaller welding gun. This tool made a different 'heavy' sound as it dragged the air past my ears -‘Whop, Whop, Whop'. It rotates in the air until it crashes into the plaster wall just missing the oil painting. After the metal meets the wall, and hits the flat surface exactly five feet off the ground. After tje fucking thick steel strikes the wall it lands with a thud on the carpeting. I give myself a few points for being able to predict the trajectory in mid-flight.
"I listen to my idiot parents fight, stay still and pretend to be unafraid, a concerned participant. Lena’s is also a neutral bystander. She's off limits. No harm befell her, not a hair on her head, ever! God was protecting her.
"If home life became too heated, she'd figure out where to go and how to stay safe. She'd placate whichever family member confronted her. She was the pleasant child-statue, powerless, never showing emotion.”
“Just don't beat Lena!" the good voice said.
“Fuck you. She’s a little asshole. I hope he beats her too,” said the evil voice.
"I watched as she applied her magic force field, Doc. Lena went to cower in the bedroom on the bottom bunk bed under the blankets. It was her usual 'go to' safe place. She never get touched.
"Slip away. Slip away,” I thought.