A story that I have never been able to tell until now about a dear friend taken to soon. |
-Evelyn Adour- by Keaton Foster At night In the darkness Far beyond what’s right I can still see her face She has a name Sometimes I pretend to forget it But I know it all too well She and I were best friends Inseparable beings of circumstance She and I held the hand of the same fate During our childhood We both faced broken homes Full of dangerous beings Far more capable than most We never talked about what happened We only talked about surviving it We always had a plan A way to forever escape A deviation of our shared fates But implementing such plans Became quite impossible We had nothing Except for each other We had no food, no money No one that could or would care for us Beyond the walls of our childhood homes She and I were molested on a regular basis Raped by our stand in fathers Brutalized by our life giving mothers We stood absolutely no chance Defenseless we became All that we had was each other Her name was Evelyn Adour I wish that was not her real name I wish this was all some made up Display of what people are capable of But sadly that is not the case She was a real person My closet and dearest friend A fellow victim that I could share my pain with Someone of understanding I say “was” because on June 23, 1983 At the age of twelve, Evelyn Adour Was again raped, but older in her ways She had enough and she tried to escape Her father caught her as she attempted To crawl out of her bedroom window Right there in the backyard of her home The rage in him exploded and he The man that she called father And her darkest of master Brutally beat her to death After he was done After he killed his little girl He went back inside his home Knowing that others Had heard Evelyn scream in such terror A scream that only comes from people In the midst of their death He waited for the police to arrive Once they knocked on his door He put a gun in his mouth And blew his brains out I was one of the first neighbors on the scene The homes that Evelyn and I grew up in Were no more than a hundred feet apart I never saw her father, his body was covered At first the police did not even notice Evelyn Brutally beaten to death in the backyard I saw her first, an image that to this day I can still see with absolute clarity Her face was caved in Her skull was misshapen, oozing with blood Her precious eyes, sunken into her skull Her battered and bruised body was so broken Everything that made her beautiful was gone I ran to the front of her house I screamed of her death as I pointed outback The cops ran to her side Seconds later they, just as I did They knew it was far too late for Evelyn They covered her body with a blanket And shuffled me off to my own home My father, my own tormentor was there At the door as they walked me inside The police spoke to him as I went to my room I laid in my bed and began to pray For my friend as well as for myself The next morning, at the age of twelve I left my home, I left all that I knew From that day on I did what I needed to Survival became my only agenda I never went back and I never saw my family again Years later I would learn of the deaths Of those who hurt me so much Only then did I begin to feel truly safe Only then did I know that I would continue to survive Much older now, I still remember my friend When I close my eyes, I see Evelyn Adore But not as she was in death, but as she could Have been in life if she would have survived… Evelyn Adour Before you ask, this is a true story Evelyn Adour was a real person Now you know in part why I am the way that I am. I miss my friend, her and I for a time shared a fate. Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |