Sad day

In some ways this day was basically inevitable—a matter of when it would happen and who would be involved more than a question of if it would happen.

Tonight I walked into Enoch’s room to call him and Emma for scriptures and found Emma in her underwear jumping off of Enoch. Apparently he bribed her to let him touch her inappropriately. When we called them to talk about what was happening and try to understand the scope of the issue Enoch refused to come and tried to leave the house. When I blocked him from leaving and called Laura to have the talk in his room (since he wouldn’t come to ours) he tried first to open the window to escape and when I went to block that he tried running out his door.

I had to physically restrain him—full on wrestling match with him trying to scratch me and succeeding in taking the glasses off my face and bending them beyond use. The boy still doesn’t understand that Momma Bear has no more power than Papa Bear and no normal 15 year old kid is going best his dad right after he has been caught molesting daddy’s little girl.

In the end, no matter that he refused to talk and provide any details about what he had done to Emma before getting caught (Emma said it had only happened a couple of times) I held him pinned to the ground where he could hear what Laura was asking and what Emma was answering. He can’t pretend that his sins are unknown and he knows he doesn’t have a leg to stand on.

Laura wants to avoid calling DCFS about it but we have told Emma that she is never to be alone with Enoch until after they are both adults and I told Laura that if anything like this happens again I will be calling the authorities.