Eye of the Storm 1.9.22

A 10:30 PM phone call always strikes the fear in a mother’s heart, especially when the person on the other end is her 10 year old son. “Mom, hurry! You need to get here now!” His voice low but desperately insistent. I immediately go numb as I tell Tyler “911—we need to get to Nate’s now”. I’m throwing on my boots and coat while talking with Dillon. There are guns involved. I tell him we’re on our way and call 911. I wondered if this was premature but we live out in the middle of nowhere and I knew how long it took deputies to get places, especially when there are only 2 on for a county this size.

I walk around the house with Tyler following me. I can see Nate and Amanda in the windows and my heart freezes. When he’s spent the night with a bottle the bottle possesses him, turning his normally loving brown eyes to frenzied, cold, heartless eyes of darkness. Tornado eyes. I was met at the door by Dillon, backpack in hand. Nate came down the steps, every nerve in my body went into overdrive. He told me to get out, that I wasn’t welcome in this house. I told him I wasn’t leaving out with Logan, and I was afraid he’d lock me out and hold on to Logan if I