It was early November, 1839, we were experiencing the first torrential downpour of the year. Considering the sky was full of nimbus and ragged clouds; I was not permitted to spend my afternoon …show more content…
Rochester had a capricious temper he instantly shifted his attention to my father. I felt a sense of fear as I saw him slowly place his hand on my father’s shoulder, suddenly, a sharp hit struck him to the ground. My father’s face was pressed to the brick wall, a knee was jammed into his lower back, pinning him down. Instead of looking who had pushed him, I ran upstairs trying to seek refuge from the violence. From the top of the staircase, I watched over the scene as if I were a hawk. Instantly I saw a knife, agleam by the reflection of light, plunge into my father’s arm. At that very moment, I was swept away by our caretaker who locked me up in an amber brown