I can fill you in on some of the epilogue. She was running a checkstand at the grocery store in my Mom's hometown when we went to visit last spring. When she saw me, she split and some other checker had to scan my ten items or less.
She was wicked. I saw her punch him in the beer, for no reason.
Christ Crika - that's all kinds of fucked up. I've never been a fan of the whole love/hate relationship thing. I used to go out with a gang member - he never hurt me but my brother had a stick up his arse about who dated me - so he beat the guy so badly that he lost an eye.
I smacked one of my ex's once. I felt all kinds of bad about it. Fortunately for me the ex was decent enough just to walk away. Plus I broke his nose and I think he was a little terrified of me.
Lets begin at the point where she ran off.......I forgot some of that.
Where were we? Ah yes, I relized she had ran away with the phone and I was pretty much a dead man. What I didn't tell you in the first installment is that after she split, I tried to drive myself to the hospital but with typical "Cricka luck would have it, I left my dome light on and the battery was dead. The damn car wouldn't start. Fuck! This is the point where most people giggle at this story. I don't know why, either I hang out with sick fucks (I do) or they appreciate the story line for an automotive battery commecial (as I do), so I do see the humor in it. When I went back down to the house to curl up and die by the baseboard heater I burned the shit out of my arm on it. Insult to injury. I still have a nice scar from that, too.
Fast forward to the cop scene......... Did I mention it was Febuary? It was balls ass cold outside and the cops had both doors open while I was shirtless, cuffed (from behind) and out about three pints of blood. I was shaking uncontrollably, boarderline hypothermia, no doubt. The EMT's looked scared and it was at that point I relized I still not might make it. They kept slapping me and telling me to bereathe. I guess I'd just quit. It hurt. This went on the whole ride in the ambulance.....
EMT: "His lips are turning blue!"
Driver: "Give 'im O2!
EMT: "I am!"
Me: "AAAkkkkkpppfffffttthhhhtttt!.... cough cough!"
Keep in mind I'm still handcuffed and can't even wipe the snot from my nose that at this point is down to my chin. One of the longer rides I've ever had the pleasure of taking.
We get to the hospital and I discovered one of the best joys next to sex. Heated blankets! I'm letting myself fade here, I had a warm blanket and would have been happy to die warm but they had to keep me awake for some reason,I didn't care, I was warm. I remember wanting water but the folks in the ER wouldn't give me any and I vaugely remember some doctor berating a cop for still having me cuffed so the cop uncuffed my arms from behind my back and cuffed one end to the gurney. I guess they thought I was a flight risk. They finally gave me something to drink (that barium crap that shows up on x-rays) and a shot of vercet so they could poke another hole in my ribcage to unfuck my lungs. I see the tube sucking pinkish goo from my side and thats about the last thing I remember......
A day or two later......
I wake up to two detectives, a "beep beep beep beep" sound of my EKG and a hand STILL cuffed to the gurney. These cats show me their badges and want to do their job and about halfway through questioning, it occours to me in my painkiller addled state... Shouldn't I have a lawyer present? I stop and ask the detectives this and sure enough, they said it was my right but the fucksticks never offered that info. Assheads. Well, I asked to be uncuffed and I'd finish the story, which they did, and I finished the tale, cuff free. I was hooked to O2 and suction on the wall so the cuff were an intimidation factor, in my opinion.
My story jibed with the evidence, hers did not. They kicked her out of the special victims unit and jailed her ass. Granted I went to jail sometime after this for an unrelated warrant (didn't pay a fine) but with all the pain killers, it was the quickest two days in lock-up I've ever had. Had some whacked out dreams, too.
Four months later...... The preliminary trial.
Six hours on the stand telling a plethora of lawyers the same thing over and over..... That part sucked.
One year later...
She's up for aggrevatted assault with a deadly weapon, 40 year sentance max. As a quirk in the cosmos would have it, I just got laid for the first time in a year the day before the trial and in an effort to get the hell out of the damn courtroom and have all this shit behind me, I didn't press charges. I put her on the mercy of the court. The mercy of the court gave her one (yeah, that's 1) month jail time with school release three times a week. One month for attempted murder.
What I didn't know till later is that she came back down to the house and stabbed me again while passed out by the heater. She wanted me dead. I have no clue why the detectives left that part out.
About six months ago she e-stalked me on myspace and apologized. I accepted it. I haven't the desire to see her again but I suppose thats some closure for the both of us to a degree. It has been 10 years.....
I still own one of the shirts I was wearing that night. Some people think it's sick, but its still a good turtle neck shirt and I still wear it in the winter.
Funny. I've told this story many times but when writing it (even if it took two installments) I find myself a little bit shakey and can smell what the house smelled like even though it smells like the tasty pork loin I just cooked.
quote:Originally posted by Muffy I don't think he wrote that just to get tit pics Crunkle.
Sleep well Crika. You'll be in my thoughts.
no shit. he wrote it to placate me and to try and achieve catharsis. he sent you butt, cock and chest pics to get your tits.
he'll sleep better knowing your cleavage awaits him after his morning toilet.
out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul in the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody but unbowed beyond this place of wrath an tears looms but the horror of the shade an yet the menace of the years finds an shall find me unafraid it matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul