Jeanette
The outside air was hot and
thick as the summer sun began to set turning the sky a brilliant shade of blue
and pink. With no breeze to cool her off her clothes clung to her as the sweat
dripped from her body as she walked down the desolate road towards anywhere.
Her feet were raw. She winced as she walked on.
She tried to keep a quick
pace to try to avoid detection. Wandering off the gravel would only make her
journey longer.
She wondered how she got to
this point. How did she lose herself and become this timid mouse afraid of
every sound, loud noise, and bump in the night?
Without warning, she heard
the squeal of tires behind her. The car came rushing towards her suddenly.
She panicked and began to
run. A blast of a horn caused her to go headlong onto the gravel. As if time
stood still the car rolled foot by her side where she lay bruised and bleeding
on the ground.
The door opened a pair of
scruffy work boots slowly came out of the door. She could hear a long sigh
coming from him. She stifled a cry. The pain of her new injuries suddenly
dulled as the man stood looking down at her.
She couldn’t look at him.
Only hours, before they
fought over why the checkbook didn’t balance to the penny she was under by a
few dollars after pouring over the receipts and figures, he had pulled her by
her hair throwing her out the back door, yelling obscenities, and threatening
to bash her face in. He told her not to come back and slammed the door.
She had no shoes on.
She had no money.
She had no keys.
She had no phone.
She had on I.D.
She had nothing.
It didn’t take him long to
come looking for her nor to find her. When she started to walk, she wove her
way through fields and streets figuring he wouldn’t find her. Not that she had
a plan in mind. She knew she needed to go away and not caring where she ended
up. She was a shell of what she was.
Now here she is on the
ground feeling weak, frightened, and nervous. She felt like she was going to
throw up.
He nudged her side and told
her to get in the car. He climbed back the driver’s seat and gunned the engine.
Not wanting to hesitate she jumped to her feet and raced around the passenger
side. She opened the door only to have him start moving the car as she
scrambled in.
He laughed tearing down the
road. He reached over and gently caressed her hair saying he was sorry. He
wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. Could she forgive him?
The above story isn’t my own.
I just listen to the stories that are shared with me since I began sharing my own story of abuse. Jeanette's story is a similar memory of my own
life. Sharing my difficulties allowed other brave victims and Survivors to
share personal triumphs and tragedies. It gets hard to shake the
stories from those I meet.
Over the next few days, you will
find stories of hope, endurance, and strength. Fair warning some of the
outcomes from these beautiful souls may not end as you thought or there is no
final ending as of this moment.
I give no judgment of the
decisions made. Each person follows a path that feels right for him or her.
Remember the old saying, “You can not understand someone until you walk a mile
in their shoes.”
*I am not an Attorney or
Counselor, please seek out a licensed individual for more information and
help.
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BIG HUGS,
Mel
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