Unpunished is a story about, love, abuse, sex, betrayal, deceit ,mental illness,murder and the unknown. It's NOT a pretty story, however it is one woman's true story. Donna was on her way home from work one afternoon when she stopped to pick up her mail. She tore excitedly into a package that she assumed was from her mother; instead photographs from her past tumbled onto her lap. She is thrown into the memories of her past, memories that are unwanted and of deeds that went unpunished!!
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About the Author
D.D.K. was born in 1958 in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She is an avid business woman who has raised two daughters and is the proud grandmother of two. She currently lives on an acreage in Saskatchewan with her loving other half and enjoys travelling to the tropics as time permits. Unpunished is her first novel in which she explores the trials and tribulations of finding true love. The reader will be taken on a heartfelt journey that they will not soon forget.
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By D.D.K., Karin Kirkland
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Donna's mother Mary was a tough, hard woman. At the same time she had gentleness about her, always wanting to rescue people, particularly children. She was beautiful with platinum blonde hair and turquoise blue eyes. Mary was a small framed woman. Donna's father Alan was Mary's third marriage. He was a handsome, well-built man with dark thick hair and stunning green eyes. He worked as a mason and did various construction work. Donna had a half-sister from her mom's first marriage and two half-brothers from her second. Her mother had raised Donna alone with her oldest son as support. She gave Donna most of what she needed. She worked long hours as a hairstylist and her feet were always swollen. Donna was always terrified as a child of losing her mother. She didn't think she could live without her. She wanted her mother to love her, as much as she loved her mother.
Her father had run away from the Ukraine during the war. He never spoke about it until later in life, while in a drunken stupor. He would serve in three different armies, somehow managing to survive the grip of death. He had left a family of four daughters and one son behind. Donna's mother and her father's son Peter wrote to each other for many years. Peter knew it was a matter of survival that caused their father to run and his letters were heartwarming. Donna believed it was the underlying cause of her father's alcoholism, "medicine" was what he called it, every morning and every night, it numbed the pain.
During the war, her father and his brother were lined up with many other soldiers in front of a huge pit, which was to become their graves. The men fell backwards into the death pits from the bullets that tore through them. Her father and his brother were spared from death by falling into the pits without being shot. They lay buried beneath the bloody corpses of the men they had fought alongside. After five hours and the sound of silence, they cautiously peeked out from below the bodies in the pit. He was relieved to see that his brother was alive as well. They made a pact to meet in England. Her father ran one way and his brother in the other direction. Eventually they both made their way to England; however they never saw each other again. Her father had apparently fathered a child there. He then found his way to Canada and eventually married her mother.
Donna's brother Dave was her mentor. He acted in the way she hoped her father would have. He was eleven years older than her. He bought her first bike, a red two wheeled boy's bike. She practiced riding that bike until she had it mastered. Not without many bruises and bleeding as she kissed the pavement numerous times. Later on in life he would buy her first mini-bike. Wow! What an item that was. Dave was crude and harsh in his words, but she always knew he loved her. He ruled with an iron fist and no matter how much a challenge something was, he forced her to continue until she got it right. Even though the boys had a different father than her, it was never as though they felt any less than full-blooded siblings. Dave took her skating and surprised her with a pair of white booted roller skates. They were a big item in that era which allowed her to take lessons and earn herself some pins of accomplishment.
The younger of her two older brothers Dean, left home at fifteen. He was feisty as heck and was always on her father's blacklist. She was ten years younger than Dean and she felt his absence daily. He and her sister left some records at home, which she played daily for years like Elvis Presley and some other big names which inspired her in her teen years. Years later, she and her boyfriend Kenny took a tour bus to see Elvis' second last concert. It was her first big concert and she found it comical when they boarded the tour bus to find every man looking like an Elvis double. There were small, big, thin, heavy and every type of Elvis possible. All the way there the crowd sang nothing but Elvis tunes. Kenny and Donna had no idea that people drank alcohol on bus tours and the whole group was happy to share their loot. The driver stopped when they entered the U.S. so they could purchase their own liquor. She was surprised at Elvis' huge size and how he cried during each song. She had no idea at that time; she was watching a legend as she was snapping one picture after another. He seemed to be a man who had everything except true happiness. That trip would become a fond lifetime memory for her, and she learned that all the riches in the world could not buy happiness.
Donna knew there was a serious problem in her family. She cried herself to sleep almost every night. She was sad and she missed her brother. She was a bed wetter and she tried so hard not to be. It didn't seem to matter what she tried, nothing worked. She felt as though she was weak or had something wrong with her. Her mother was always very patient and she was never scolded. This made her feel terrible since she knew that it was work to do the wash every day. At one point the Doctor gave them some type of medication, which would turn her urine red. It never helped anyway. When she awoke and saw the bright red soaked bed, she was terrified. She wet the bed until she was twelve years old and was mortified that any of her friends would find out the truth. She avoided sleep overs and when she did have them, she rarely slept. One time when she finally had a friend over the terror hit her. She woke up and the bed was soaked. This girl was quite a school bully and the thought of the torment this would cause her was overwhelming. She quickly took the plug out of the hot water bottle which she slept with for warmth. What a relief when her friend woke up and realized the water all over the sheets.
Donna was always in fear of her father hurting her mom. The house was always full of screaming and cursing when her dad came home. There had been so many beatings that the boys took from her father. He had beaten Dean so bad that he couldn't walk for two weeks. Her father emitted daily anger against one of the boys. If it were not against them, it was against her mother. She frequently heard him call her mother a "courva, whore", in his own mother tongue, in his fits of rage which he thought she could not understand. Little did he know his baby girl was absorbing all of those choice words. It was Dave who was always there to rescue them when they ran to safety — all thirteen or more times over the years. Times such as Christmases her father would explode, her birthday parties or any random day of the week. Her dad locked her and himself in her parent's bedroom. Screaming once again in his mother tongue that he was going to kill her and himself. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. He loved her. It was simply a ploy to torment her mother. It was then that her mother translated the words to Dave. Dave kicked in the door and took her to safety once again.
When Donna walked into a room and saw her mom and dad in a steamy embrace, she would scream with all of her might. Someone would always come running. She couldn't understand if he was hurting her or not. She couldn't recognize the difference between affection and abuse.CHAPTER 2
On occasion her father would take her mother out; on this particular evening he had taken her out dancing. Donna's brother Dean was left to babysit. Dave was out with his friends. Donna was five years old and Dean was fifteen. In his attempt to entertain her, he decided that they would take a ride on her father's motorcycle. This was a huge risk, as Dean was never allowed to ride it. Things were going well and they were on their way back down the driveway to their home when her foot got lodged in the spokes of the back wheel and stuck against the hot muffler. In excruciating pain and with a foot that looked like it had just come out of a meat grinder, her brother hurried her over to his friend's place, whose mom was a nurse. The woman cleaned her wounds to the best of her ability; wrapping them in gauze and suggested Dean take her to the hospital. At this point fear was ruling him and surely all he was thinking about was the beating that he was going to get when his stepfather got home. Donna was feeling awful for her brother. He always looked out for her and now this had to happen, what rotten luck!!
When her parents arrived, she was laying on the couch in deep pain under a blanket to hide the leg. The pale white color on her face signaled something wrong to her mother. She was beside herself, but the big surprise was her dad. All he did was listen, shake his head, turn around and head off to bed. Mom took her to the hospital. The gauze that the woman had put on her wounds had soaked up a lot of blood and had dried onto the mangled flesh. She would never forget the hard time they had at the hospital getting it off, slowly peeling back the gauze that was being loosened with syringes of water. It turned out she had second degree friction burns from her ankle to her knee. Donna was a year in a full leg cast and with all her luck she caught chicken pox. She had to put up with the itch, using one of her mom's knitting needles to scratch with down inside the cast.
One night while she was bathing upstairs, her father arrived home in a drunken stupor and in a mad fury. She could hear the screams of 'courva' with his deep loud voice all the way up stairs. Her mom ran into the bathroom and quickly wrapped her in a towel. It was evident they were in trouble. Her mom carried her as she ran next door through knee-deep snow to the neighbors for shelter. The snow burned Donna's damp skin when her mother dropped her during the trek. She could not stop the trembling that overtook her body. It stopped when they arrived at her sister's home sometime later for security. She didn't understand why this was happening. Why were they being punished?
They moved to an apartment where she would start a new school. It wouldn't last longer than three months. She had befriended a young girl named Sherri, who was confined to a wheelchair. Donna thought Sherri was so pretty with her black rimmed glasses. She was sorry to move back home, since she enjoyed their walks to school together and she felt proud to push Sherri's wheelchair along the sidewalk to school. She learned to be thankful for what she had, and for being able to run and jump. She was grateful to have met this happy little girl.
On her sixth Christmas she was so excited over her new Timex watch, she ran about the house to find her parents. Her mom was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, totally paralyzed and silent. Donna never really knew what happened, but she remembered vividly that an ambulance took her mom away as Dave told her she would be ok. He would look after her. Donna was later sent to stay with her mom's friend Helen. Her father came the next day and told her that her mom was going to die. She had no idea why he would say that. Shortly after this, two days later she was taken home to her mother.
Donna walked into the kitchen of their two-story home. She let out a screaming cry for help as she saw her Mom's arms wrapped around a man, and a steamy kiss was taking place. Hands came over her mouth quickly to stop the cries. It wasn't her father! She was so confused.
Her parents finally divorced when she was eight years old. Even though Donna was a young child she felt the relief of a now quiet home. She felt safe not only for herself but also for her mother.
Years after her father's death, Donna would find the family which remained on his homestead in the Ukraine. She had done a search through the Red Cross and because they had previous information on someone in the Ukraine, trying to find her father, they completed the search. She picked up the large brown envelope from their mailbox and was excited to see the return address from the Red Cross. When she tore open the envelope the picture of her father was a pleasant surprise for her. Somebody knew her father. Donna had found family — the chubbier than normal photo of her father, turned out to be his brother. She could have sworn they were twins. Her uncle had lived his life in England since the war. She now had established contact through mail and would later make a phone call to find out more about this family connection.CHAPTER 3
Donna's mother had met a nice Christian man, Bill, who had two daughters of his own. They moved into Bill's small home when Donna was in the middle of grade 3. Her bedroom was the porch surrounded by windows where ice formed along the wall in winter. She was cold a lot and her mom gave her a hot water bottle to sleep with every night. She knew when she got older and bought her own house, she would never be cold. Dave was soon to marry and she was also going to have a step-sister. Lila took Donna under her wing, always seeming very protective of her. She was sixteen years old and became a young mother, which took her out of their home and into her own. Donna seemed to recall a fair amount of friction between Lila and her father. Not the closeness that he shared with his other daughter Dar, who was three years older. Dar was Bill's oldest daughter and she married at nineteen. She was already out of the house and creating a life of her own.
Donna had made a friend named Ronnie who was intellectually challenged. Her mother had brought many of these children home for holidays as their families often left them in the institute where she also worked. Ronnie's dad was a prominent lawyer in Winnipeg and they had thanked Donna for being nice to him. Most of her friend's picked on him and she hated the sad feeling she got when she witnessed this as she was taught not to ridicule but to love. She was walking home with Ronnie one day. He had received a "five star" sticker and he wanted to show her. She praised him for his good work then suddenly he hit her over the head with a 7-Up bottle. She felt a bit dizzy but quickly got her wits about her and ran as fast as she could back towards the school. Her mother was called at work and she came home. Donna was heartbroken since she never ever picked on this young boy. She learned that people don't always mean to do what they do. Ronnie didn't know the difference between praise and ridicule.
It was late and very dark outside when the sound of breaking glass instilled a fear in all of them that were inside the house. Donna's father, in a drunken rage had walked through the garden and had thrown a huge rock through the back window. He was never caught, even though his footprints were in the garden. He remained unpunished.
She would have scheduled visits with her father, where they would most often go shopping. He bought Donna, her first 45 and some nice treasurers that little girls liked. Her father often drank with relatives of her mom. This time he would take her to her mother's aunt. Donna was to call home but the adults monitored her call as they drank alcohol. Her father told her not to tell her mom where she was. Her aunt stood guard and she was uncomfortable not being able to speak freely. She believed her dad had planned to mentally torment her mom once again. He told her they were going to spend the night there. Donna never had overnight visits with her father and she was clever enough to realize that they were not doing things right. When the adults were in the other room she called a taxi, walked out of the house and took a cab home. Visits were supervised after that. She lost touch with her father after their next move.
They were to move again and Donna was happy to leave the small cold house. She had been picked on a lot by cruel kids because she had a stepfather and because they were Ukrainian. She had a new home now. The house was larger and close to her sister's where they had visited often. She had made a lot of friends in the area and was starting Junior High School. Many of the kids from Headingly came to her house during lunch hours since they were bussed into the city for school.
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