Personal Narrative-Step Dad

My Step Dad. The most loving man I have had the pleasure of having in my life.Six foot, Dark, and dread locks past his waist, he looked like a big scary gorilla but on the contrary he was a big soft teddy bear. Well he was a great father we all knew he was living a double life. My mom , his wife so in love with him and meant her vowels “through thick and then” just turned head and looked the other way. She never could really leave him for good .
He owned a motorcycle shop. Which resulted in normal weekend trips up to the blazing California desert to play with our “toys” . The scar on my ankle as a reminder don't ever ride a dirt bike with out jeans especially with your jeans half way rolled up. It was common for him to come and go a few nights with us and a night with his other.
One night however it wasn't like the rest . My mom felt like he wasn't with her anymore , a pit in her stomach and me witnessing a dark figure walking past my sister's room his biological daughter, feeling a presence around me and tapping on my wall . We all knew something was wrong. At this point he had been gone for three days no calls or text message replies his mom worried asking others if they had seen or heard from him the answers were always short and simple just no.After …show more content…
How horrible must he felt cleaning the blood of his front door the next morning knowing he was a dying guys last chance of life. I was always too afraid to find out what really happened in that house until after we moved away. It turns out that a fight broke out in the middle of the between the roomated when one of the roommates was shot in the shoulder and being injured ran to the neighbors house where he was then dragged back into the house into the basement shot in the head and had his body dismembered