Meet Me Where the Oak Tree Grows novel Chapter 1

My dad would beat me up, and I was always getting bullied at school. With nowhere else to turn, I found myself wandering into a tattoo shop tucked away in the corner of an alley. They said the owner was a bit of a tough guy, known for being fierce in fights, and everyone in town was scared of him.

I pushed open the door and dug out a crumpled ten-dollar bill from my pocket. Gathering my courage, I asked, "I heard you charge for protection. So... can you protect me?"

Through the haze of smoke, the man smirked, "Whose kid are you? You’ve got guts."

In the end, for those ten bucks, he looked out for me for ten years.

I met Jonah when I was fourteen. Years of not eating properly had left me small and skinny, making me look much younger than other kids my age.

As far back as I can remember, my dad never had a job. The three of us scraped by on my mom’s paycheck from the garment factory, just three thousand dollars a month. Dad was addicted to gambling, losing almost every time. When he lost, he got moody, drank, and then took it out on my mom and me. Broken dishes and spilled food were a common sight on our floor.

When I was five, he lost a big chunk of money. That night, stinking of booze, he grabbed my mom by the hair, slammed her onto the concrete floor, and smashed her face against it. When he got tired, he switched to kicking her in the stomach.

"You think I’m worthless now, huh? Are you looking down on me? You stupid bitch! Couldn’t give me a son. I can’t even show my face outside! You’re such a jinx. If I hadn’t married you, I’d be rich by now."

My mom lay on the floor, her blood turning her hair into sticky clumps. She didn’t fight back, hoping against hope that her suffering might awaken some last bit of decency in him.