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Man injured after stabbing reported during Durham dispute on Ross Road

July 12, 2026 by hani

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but was later released while police continue the investigation, according to the news release.

The victim suffered injuries that do not appear to be life-threatening, police said.

“This is an ongoing investigation, and we have no further information to release at this time,” the release said.

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I watched my father throw my clothes, my books, and the last photo of my mother into the fire like my life meant nothing. Then he looked at me and said, “This is what happens when you disobey me.” I said nothing. Six years later, I called him and whispered, “Check your mailbox.” Inside was a photo of me standing in front of his house. The house I had just bought. And that was only the beginning. My dad burned everything I owned in the backyard when I was nineteen. Not just a few shirts or the box of things I kept in the garage. He dragged out my clothes, my notebooks, my work boots, my mother’s old coffee mug I had kept hidden in my closet, the framed photo from my high school graduation, even the secondhand laptop I had bought with money from roofing jobs that summer. He dumped it all into a metal barrel behind our house in Dayton, Ohio, and lit it like he was cleansing the family name. “This is what happens when you disobey me,” he said. I watched the smoke rise and said nothing. The fight had started because I told him I was leaving. I had been accepted into a trade program in Columbus and had a part-time job lined up with a small construction company there. My father, Walter Hayes, had already decided I would stay in Dayton, work under him, and do exactly what he said until the day he died. In his mind, I was not a son with a future. I was unpaid labor with his last name. He hated that I had made a decision without asking permission. He hated even more that I did not back down when he shouted. He called me selfish, weak, stupid, and ungrateful. Then, when the insults stopped working, he tried humiliation. I remember the details too clearly. The late-summer heat. The dry crackle of paper catching. The warped smell of melting plastic. The sound of my belt buckle hitting the inside of the barrel. My father standing there with his arms crossed like he was teaching me something noble instead of destroying what little I had. What he did not know was that I had already moved the most important thing off the property that morning: my documents, the cash I had saved, and the acceptance letter folded inside a manila envelope in the trunk of my friend Nate’s car. So when the fire d:ied down, I picked up my phone, called Nate, and asked him to come get me. My father laughed when he heard that. “You leave this house,” he said, stepping close enough for me to smell the beer on his breath, “and you do not come back.” I finally looked him in the eye. Six years later, I called him and said, “Check your mailbox.” Inside was a photo of me standing in front of his house. The one I had just bought at auction….To be continued in C0mments 👇

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