Tears Of Evidence

By J. Brinkley

Caught up in the fog of a dream that feels too much like reality, Troy's awakening will be one of calmness, followed by disappointment. 

Misunderstood, as a young man growing up, trouble and hardship seem to follow him from adolescence to adulthood. He decides to dig deeper for the truth that will free him from the grips of a fatalistic life. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Voma Publications LLC
• Release date: Jul 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393504771

J. Brinkley

About The Author Currently an independent author, Jonas Brinkley was born in Georgia and raised by his mother in Tift County. His writing talent manifested from his teen years and by the encouragement from his relatives and friends. He developed it by taking the relevant college courses that honed not only his writing skills but also his knowledge on various fields like Theosophy and Business. He founded ( Voice Of My Ancestors ) Voma Publications LLC. J. Brinkley's unconventional philosophies about life and love are a gift that ought to be shared with the world via writing.

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Prologue

Troy Jenkins was a young man caught up in the mishaps of life, from a very young age his perception of life has always been a foggy vision of what if’s, maybe’s, perhaps, heartache’s, pain, disappointments and tragedies. Although he has created some of his own troubles, growing up it was those storms of life that rained down heavily, drenching his desires, dreams and the possibilities of hope. He is now a young man on a journey to correct what never should have been. Troy’s journey will take you deep into his heart of pain, his sometimes tortured soul, his unwillingness to give up and let injustice have its way, his willpower to endure and his faith to maintain. From its chilling beginning to its remarkable ending, you will not only feel his fight for life; you will relive the nightmares with him.

Chapter I

It's Friday morning, 5:15 am, time for breakfast. Troy brushed his teeth, washed his face, and made up his bed. By that time, the officer announced on the intercom, E-4-Breakfast call, breakfast call!

All of the doors in the dormitory slid open. Troy walked out and observed his surroundings. Everybody was exiting the building, headed towards the mess hall. Following suit Troy gravitated towards the door reciting Surah 113:

The Dawn

In the name of Allah,

Most gracious, most merciful,

Say: I seek refuge with

The Lord of the Dawn,

From the mischief’s of created things,

From the mischief’s of darkness

As it overspreads;

From the mischief’s of those who practice

Secret acts,

And from the mischief's of the jealous one

As he practice’s jealousy.

Troy entered the mess hall and was greeted by Jerome, a good friend and Muslim brother. May Allah’s peace and blessings be upon you and your family brother, Jerome greeted.

All praise due to Allah and I wish the same upon you brother, Troy responded.

Troy and Jerome ate their breakfast, then walked back to the dorm together. That’s when Jerome noticed a strange look on Troy’s face.

Are you all right? Jerome inquired.

Troy remained silent as if he didn’t hear Jerome’s question, yet he knew that the pressure was building up inside of him and he had to do something about it or else go crazy. Finally, he decided to trust Jerome because Jerome had shared some real personal experiences with him several times before.

As Troy’s words and thoughts started to flow, breaking the silence, the memories, nightmares and horrors all commenced to unfold around him and he was back there again! Crash! The noise was deafening, Troy had heard it all before, many times. Bang, slap, thud! It was happening all over again and there was nothing Troy, his three older brothers or his mother could do about it.

In 1989 Troy was five years old, living in a small country town known as Tifton, Georgia, with his mother, father and three older brothers. One day his mother, Trina, was cleaning the house up while his father, Eric, was out running the streets. His father would leave beer cans and liquor bottles all over the mobile home, and as always, his mother would clean up. After that task was completed his mother would cook the boys something to eat. They would eat and Trina would wrap Eric’s plate up neatly and put it away for him.

A few hours later Eric would come stumbling through the front door, drunk like he always did.

Trina shook her head. Are you hungry? She asked.

Eric didn’t give a verbal response, instead he revealed a cold stare that gave off tons of negative energy, and then he walked to the back room. A few minutes passed, then he ordered Trina to come to the room with him.

She looked at Troy. Keep watching television, I’ll be right back, She whispered as she walked into the room where Eric was waiting.

Troy nodded his head and turned back to watching the television.

Suddenly Trina screamed at the top of her lungs. The scream was filled with agony.

Troy was in a state of bewilderment. It was as if he was paralyzed sitting there in front of the TV before he overcame his fears and quickly ran to the back room.

Eric had Trina pinned to the floor with his knees on her forearms so that she couldn’t move, punching her in the face with a closed fist. Troy’s brothers heard the commotion from their room and also rushed to the end of the mobile home where the horrible scene was unfolding. It was hard for Troy and his brothers to understand the reality of the harsh brutality that they were witnessing; all they could do was cry.

Finally Eric ceased the beating, he turned around and saw his boys standing in the doorway. Realizing that they had seen what he had done to their mother he got up, walked over to the dresser and retrieved a 38 special, then gradually walked over to his boys.

I should kill ya’ll no good trash and if you don’t like what I just did to your mama, then do something about it! Eric spoke viciously. He grabbed Troy by his shirt, pulled him close to him then put the 38 special to Troy’s head, I hate you, give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you punk. Eric demanded.

Troy should have felt fear, but instead all he could think of was revenge as the tears continued running down his brown cheeks.

Trina was still on the floor balled up in the fetal position. She was bleeding from a busted nose and lip, her eyes were swollen and she cried and moaned helplessly.

Eric concealed his pistol on his person, then without any warning he slapped Troy, knocking him to the ground and commenced to choking Troy.

You’re a coward, do you hear me boy? Eric shouted angrily.

Troy was kicking and grasping for air, trying to breathe, trying to break free from his father’s tight grip, but he couldn’t. He finally felt himself losing consciousness as everything around him became blurry, then he blanked out.

Troy awoke the next morning and glanced around the room. Everything looked normal, none the less, deep in his heart he knew that it wasn’t. He jumped out of bed and ran to his mother’s room. There she stood in front of the mirror cleaning her wounds, she was still weeping. Troy moved towards her, he begin to also shed tears in retrospect of last night’s ordeal. Trina pulled him close and held him in her arms.

Baby I love you with all my heart, you are special and God has a great plan for you, she said calmly.

Where’s Eric? Troy asked.

He left hours ago, I don’t know, she answered. Then she took Troy by the hand and led him to the head of her bed and grabbed the bible. Now what I want you to do is repeat after me.

Okay.

Our Father in the Heavens

Let your name be sanctified

Let your Kingdom come

Let your will take place

As in Heaven, also upon earth

Give us today our bread for day

And forgive our debts

As we have also forgiven our debtors

And do not bring us into temptation

But deliver us from the wicked one

For if you forgive men their trespasses

Your heavenly Father will also forgive you

Whereas if you do not forgive men their trespasses

Neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Two weeks later Troy had played sick so that he could stay at home while his brothers went to school. Trina and Troy were sitting on the front porch catching some fresh air and talking when Eric came home drunk again, smelling like pure liquor.

Trina and Troy walked a few steps away from him. Who is Virginia? Trina demanded to know.

Why you want to know? Eric responded drunkenly.

Cause, she called today looking for you, Trina replied,

Why are you questioning me anyway? My business is my business, you hear me? Eric slurred his words.

You know what? You are so insecure, every time I don’t satisfy your ego you always act stupid, Trina informed.

What you said? Bitch! Eric yelled.

By this time Eric had grabbed a handful of Trina’s hair and pulled her to the ground. He started kicking her in the back and stomach, he spit on her and called her all kinds of defaming names. The nightmare was back with a vengeance. The feelings of helplessness were terrible, being that Eric was so big and Troy was so small. He wanted to help his mother, but what could a five year old boy do against this giant? Still he knew he couldn’t just stand there and watch, he went to help his defenseless mother from his father’s brutality.

Troy hooked his tiny arms around his father’s leg. Leave my mama alone! Troy exclaimed.

Eric swatted Troy away like a fly, but Troy repeated his attack to save his mother. This time his father punched Troy in the face, knocking him down on the ground and causing Troy’s little nose to bleed. Troy begin to cry and utter words of hatred to his father, blood was all over his face and clothes. Troy got up off of the ground and ran into the house to his parent’s room. He searched the closet to find a crate, then he placed the crate in front of the dresser, climbed onto it, then opened the drawer and snatched his father’s 38 special. His adrenaline was rushing, every step he took seemed to be heavy to him. When he stepped onto the porch, his mother already had his father at gun point.

"This is it, this is the last time you’ll put your hands on me and my kids. I done had enough of your shit! You don’t appreciate me. Nigga I cook for you, clean the house, take care of the kids, everything you ask me to do, I do it. I’ve never cheated on your sorry ass and this is what I get in return for being a good