The For Sale sign had fallen to the ground the grass had grown knee high, but the old rocking
chair where they sat in the evening stood firm.
The warn foot path had grown up the curtains now dry rotting still the same as the day her mother walked out. Their house was the only house in the neighborhood that hadn't changed.

Tisa's father had passed she was there to settle his affairs. A father that she barely knew the man that abused her mother, him that she once called daddy. He wasn't a bad man but as she remembered wasn't a good one. As she recollect the memories that she had of him is that he would always belittle her mother.
She remembered how he would say things just to hurt her feeling. And how her mother wouldn't say anything back to him she would just look at him with an,
'I feel sorry for you look on her face.
Really there was no reason for him to be fussing
at her other than he would come home already mad.
Tisa's parents lived together but there was no love in the house for them. She could still hear the screams from her mother as her father beat her. She still heard all the name calling the belittling and her mother's face after the beatings.

The board creeked as she stepped up on the porch some were too weak for her to step on her being a somewhat heavy lady so she backed back down the steps.
May I help you, the voice from behind her said,
she turned around.....

Tisa dropped her head 'no thank you.....
she hurried to her car so fast she didn't even see the man that was talking to her.
But the voice creeped all up around her neck down her back and gave her one of those shakes
you know one of those that you have to shake off. She went back to her hotel her spirit was stirred all those old thoughts that she had as a kid returned. She could feel herself getting depressed, the things that she spent years getting over were resurfacing.

Monday morning she called her job to get more time off,
this is going to take more time than I expected she told her boss. At 12oclock she had to meet with a Mr.Carson at her dad's place as his bank had foreclosed on the property. When she arrived she noticed that someone had placed new boards on the porch as a walk into the house.

He was a kinda older man in his late 50s early 60s nicely dress with a look of money about him
very neat.
Miss...