Davis the Untold story
I held my breath not wanting to absorb anymore smoke. I ran to the back of the church where I started to hear the faint sounds of crying. Oh my gosh! It was the old lady's grandson, the little boy!
Racking my brain for any ideas I had no clue what I was going to do. "think Davis think!" I told myself.
"Okay first things first." I said aloud. "You there, little boy, get down on the ground. You don't want to breath in the smoke, it's bad for you." I knew from experience. I was on the verge of fainting because I had absorbed too much smoke. The child did as I said.
I noticed that he was wearing a hat, I told him to cover his grandma's mouth with it so she wouldn't get smoke, he did that too.
"okay, now I want you to crawl as fast as you can to the bathroom. Go!" He crawled away. I followed the little boy.
As he passed by the cross, it fell into the flames blocking my way temporarily, but that didn't stop me. I was on a mission now, to help these people from the death that I would be to blame for.
I jumped on a bench that was beginning to burn from one end and jumped across to the other side of the burning cross. How I was able to do it while carrying that woman, I'll never know but now that I think back on it, I think it was God who had helped me. I finally made it to the only place in the church that was safe, the bathroom.
Now that we weren't in danger of breathing in the flames of the smoke, I let my breath out and took in great gasps of air.
I looked around, spotted the window and tried to shove it. It was no use. I looked around to see what was available to help me and didn't see anything. I thought it was the end.
Now, I don't remember how we got to doing it all I remember is that someone got the idea of it and that it was what saved us. Here's what we did. Grabbing a hold of the little boy by the waist, I carried him to the window where he started kicking it with all his might. Well, I think it was God again because what do you know? The damned thing opened.
We let the boy out first, he was then to go out and yell for some assistance. When I heard his voice again, he had three large men with him.
Once again, I picked up the old woman. I shoved her through the window and the men on the other side received her with great delicacy, and called an ambulance as soon as she was out.
Now it was my turn to go through, I shoved my left foot in and then my right and scraping my back on the window sill, I jumped out to freedom.
Finally! My troubles were over! As soon as I was to safety, my body let out and I collapsed to the floor.
I woke up.
I was in the hospital, and all I saw was the face of the girl who I had met a long time ago when the truck driver lady dropped me off at the house of those strange people. She looked like a princess to me. I was sure that I was dreaming.
"Hello there, Davis." She said in a soft voice, unlike the one she used when I had first met her. I wondered what her name was. "I don't think you know me, I'm Kari Kamiya."
Her name was Kari. "I was at the church a few days ago when it collapsed in that mysterious fire."
--'A few days ago? I must have been knocked out for quite a while.'--
She continued. "I just wanted to say thank you for trying to save those people back there in the fire. That was really brave, it definitely took a lot of courage."
--'She thought I was brave. Hum? Wonder if I could get her phone number. Hey wait a second! She said tried to save.'--
"Well, I just came to meet the wonderful hero everyone was talking about. You know those people? They were my great grandma and baby cousin. If it weren't for you my cousin would be dead by now."
"Hero?" I asked with a hoarse voice. I was surprised at how my voice sounded. I didn't get in all the information she had just given out.
"Yeah, you were on the news for days. See, I brought the news paper to show you." She handed me a newspaper. In the position I was in, (on my stomach) it was hard to read. I tried to turn around but found that I couldn't. My head was turned to the side and all I could move was my hands, and even that was limited.
"Sorry." She said. "Here I'll read it to you. 'Nine year old with big heart saves Senior citizen and child from fire.' Nine year old Davis Kitawa rescued 80 year old Janice Kamiya and 4 year old Chitai Kamiya in a mysterious fire that had erupted in the Christian church last Sunday....' " She continued on reading. Here she was congratulating me for saving her family when I was the one who had put them in danger in the first place. I felt like a fake piece of shit.
A doctor came in and told Kari that she had to leave. She did as she was told but gave me a kiss on the cheek before she left. Now was the time of truth.
"Davis....tell me. What possessed you to jump into that fiery building?" I opened my mouth to answer but he shut told me not to talk since it would worsen my condition. He then told me that if it hadn't been for me that little boy would have burned to death. The woman though, was already dead before we got out.
I was in critical condition for five days. Apparently when that piece of burning wood that had fallen on me back (when I was trying to get the old lady down the stairs) gave me a really bad burn. The doctor said I was lucky to have survived so long without getting help for the burn right away, he said it was a miracle that I was still alive period. I would have to wear a back brace if I ever wanted to walk again that is if I were able to walk again.
Later that night my family came to see me.
Once the nurse closed the door my father was the first to react.
"you fucking idiot! Why the hell do you put us through all this crap for?!" He whispered loudly so no one else could hear.
"Daddy. Davis is a hero." June told him.
"shut the hell up! No one was talking to you!" He said slapping her.
She immediately started crying. She hated it when our dad acted like that.
He slapped her again to stop crying. She did.
"Now mark my words Davis if I ever catch you in another situation like this again, I swear I'll disown you."
As my dad said this, I remembered the man's words and it angered me.
If you tell anybody about this, I swear I'll hunt you down and kill you!
"I'd like to see you try it!" I hissed.
"You dare defy me!" He said hitting me on my back.
I screamed in pain.
Nurses came in to see what was wrong, when they saw my father hurting me like that, they called the cops to have him arrested.
They took him away. But before he was out of hearing he told us something that hurt June more than it did me.
"You know what? You were a mistake. You both were! Your mother..." We looked at our mother. "no that's not her, your REAL mother was a 12 year old middle school student that I got pregnant. She didn't want you and neither did I but somebody had to take you in and I didn't want to get in trouble for abandoning my child. She didn't love you. Nobody loved you!" He was out of hearing.
My "mother" was also taken away for not stopping him. They said that we would be taken into the city's care until a foster home could be provided.
The nurses came in and put some ointment on my back. They left. All that was left was me and June.
"Hey Davis? you okay?" June asked sheepishly. The whole episode left her scared.
"Yeah. Are you?" I asked noticing her frightened expression. She shook her head no. "What's wrong then?"
"It's just that, I'm scared. What are we going to do? They said we would be in the city's care. Davis, I don't want to go to an orphanage." She said starting to cry.
"Is that all you're worried about? Listen June, I won't let anything bad happen to you. We're family and we got to stick up for each other. Family won't let each other get hurt."
She cried even harder. " That's not true! If that was true then why did daddy hurt us all the time?" She was referring to the beatings my dad would give me whenever he got drunk.
"Daddy would only hurt me? What do you mean you? Did Daddy ever hurt you?" I asked her seriously now. She stayed quiet for a long time.
"If I tell you this do you promise to keep it a secret." I nodded my head yes. Finally she told me her secret she had been holding for the longest time. Our dad would rape her. After that we promised to be there for each other always and to never again worry or even think about those people we used to call our parents unless we had to.
TO BE CONTINUED....
The next part we'll finally be caught up to where they are now in the show, when Davis is eleven. Davis falls in love with a certain digidestined only to find out that the one he loves doesn't love him back. Someone else loves him tough. Find out what happens next time in Davis the untold story by reading it every day this week.
I held my breath not wanting to absorb anymore smoke. I ran to the back of the church where I started to hear the faint sounds of crying. Oh my gosh! It was the old lady's grandson, the little boy!
Racking my brain for any ideas I had no clue what I was going to do. "think Davis think!" I told myself.
"Okay first things first." I said aloud. "You there, little boy, get down on the ground. You don't want to breath in the smoke, it's bad for you." I knew from experience. I was on the verge of fainting because I had absorbed too much smoke. The child did as I said.
I noticed that he was wearing a hat, I told him to cover his grandma's mouth with it so she wouldn't get smoke, he did that too.
"okay, now I want you to crawl as fast as you can to the bathroom. Go!" He crawled away. I followed the little boy.
As he passed by the cross, it fell into the flames blocking my way temporarily, but that didn't stop me. I was on a mission now, to help these people from the death that I would be to blame for.
I jumped on a bench that was beginning to burn from one end and jumped across to the other side of the burning cross. How I was able to do it while carrying that woman, I'll never know but now that I think back on it, I think it was God who had helped me. I finally made it to the only place in the church that was safe, the bathroom.
Now that we weren't in danger of breathing in the flames of the smoke, I let my breath out and took in great gasps of air.
I looked around, spotted the window and tried to shove it. It was no use. I looked around to see what was available to help me and didn't see anything. I thought it was the end.
Now, I don't remember how we got to doing it all I remember is that someone got the idea of it and that it was what saved us. Here's what we did. Grabbing a hold of the little boy by the waist, I carried him to the window where he started kicking it with all his might. Well, I think it was God again because what do you know? The damned thing opened.
We let the boy out first, he was then to go out and yell for some assistance. When I heard his voice again, he had three large men with him.
Once again, I picked up the old woman. I shoved her through the window and the men on the other side received her with great delicacy, and called an ambulance as soon as she was out.
Now it was my turn to go through, I shoved my left foot in and then my right and scraping my back on the window sill, I jumped out to freedom.
Finally! My troubles were over! As soon as I was to safety, my body let out and I collapsed to the floor.
I woke up.
I was in the hospital, and all I saw was the face of the girl who I had met a long time ago when the truck driver lady dropped me off at the house of those strange people. She looked like a princess to me. I was sure that I was dreaming.
"Hello there, Davis." She said in a soft voice, unlike the one she used when I had first met her. I wondered what her name was. "I don't think you know me, I'm Kari Kamiya."
Her name was Kari. "I was at the church a few days ago when it collapsed in that mysterious fire."
--'A few days ago? I must have been knocked out for quite a while.'--
She continued. "I just wanted to say thank you for trying to save those people back there in the fire. That was really brave, it definitely took a lot of courage."
--'She thought I was brave. Hum? Wonder if I could get her phone number. Hey wait a second! She said tried to save.'--
"Well, I just came to meet the wonderful hero everyone was talking about. You know those people? They were my great grandma and baby cousin. If it weren't for you my cousin would be dead by now."
"Hero?" I asked with a hoarse voice. I was surprised at how my voice sounded. I didn't get in all the information she had just given out.
"Yeah, you were on the news for days. See, I brought the news paper to show you." She handed me a newspaper. In the position I was in, (on my stomach) it was hard to read. I tried to turn around but found that I couldn't. My head was turned to the side and all I could move was my hands, and even that was limited.
"Sorry." She said. "Here I'll read it to you. 'Nine year old with big heart saves Senior citizen and child from fire.' Nine year old Davis Kitawa rescued 80 year old Janice Kamiya and 4 year old Chitai Kamiya in a mysterious fire that had erupted in the Christian church last Sunday....' " She continued on reading. Here she was congratulating me for saving her family when I was the one who had put them in danger in the first place. I felt like a fake piece of shit.
A doctor came in and told Kari that she had to leave. She did as she was told but gave me a kiss on the cheek before she left. Now was the time of truth.
"Davis....tell me. What possessed you to jump into that fiery building?" I opened my mouth to answer but he shut told me not to talk since it would worsen my condition. He then told me that if it hadn't been for me that little boy would have burned to death. The woman though, was already dead before we got out.
I was in critical condition for five days. Apparently when that piece of burning wood that had fallen on me back (when I was trying to get the old lady down the stairs) gave me a really bad burn. The doctor said I was lucky to have survived so long without getting help for the burn right away, he said it was a miracle that I was still alive period. I would have to wear a back brace if I ever wanted to walk again that is if I were able to walk again.
Later that night my family came to see me.
Once the nurse closed the door my father was the first to react.
"you fucking idiot! Why the hell do you put us through all this crap for?!" He whispered loudly so no one else could hear.
"Daddy. Davis is a hero." June told him.
"shut the hell up! No one was talking to you!" He said slapping her.
She immediately started crying. She hated it when our dad acted like that.
He slapped her again to stop crying. She did.
"Now mark my words Davis if I ever catch you in another situation like this again, I swear I'll disown you."
As my dad said this, I remembered the man's words and it angered me.
If you tell anybody about this, I swear I'll hunt you down and kill you!
"I'd like to see you try it!" I hissed.
"You dare defy me!" He said hitting me on my back.
I screamed in pain.
Nurses came in to see what was wrong, when they saw my father hurting me like that, they called the cops to have him arrested.
They took him away. But before he was out of hearing he told us something that hurt June more than it did me.
"You know what? You were a mistake. You both were! Your mother..." We looked at our mother. "no that's not her, your REAL mother was a 12 year old middle school student that I got pregnant. She didn't want you and neither did I but somebody had to take you in and I didn't want to get in trouble for abandoning my child. She didn't love you. Nobody loved you!" He was out of hearing.
My "mother" was also taken away for not stopping him. They said that we would be taken into the city's care until a foster home could be provided.
The nurses came in and put some ointment on my back. They left. All that was left was me and June.
"Hey Davis? you okay?" June asked sheepishly. The whole episode left her scared.
"Yeah. Are you?" I asked noticing her frightened expression. She shook her head no. "What's wrong then?"
"It's just that, I'm scared. What are we going to do? They said we would be in the city's care. Davis, I don't want to go to an orphanage." She said starting to cry.
"Is that all you're worried about? Listen June, I won't let anything bad happen to you. We're family and we got to stick up for each other. Family won't let each other get hurt."
She cried even harder. " That's not true! If that was true then why did daddy hurt us all the time?" She was referring to the beatings my dad would give me whenever he got drunk.
"Daddy would only hurt me? What do you mean you? Did Daddy ever hurt you?" I asked her seriously now. She stayed quiet for a long time.
"If I tell you this do you promise to keep it a secret." I nodded my head yes. Finally she told me her secret she had been holding for the longest time. Our dad would rape her. After that we promised to be there for each other always and to never again worry or even think about those people we used to call our parents unless we had to.
TO BE CONTINUED....
The next part we'll finally be caught up to where they are now in the show, when Davis is eleven. Davis falls in love with a certain digidestined only to find out that the one he loves doesn't love him back. Someone else loves him tough. Find out what happens next time in Davis the untold story by reading it every day this week.