Sitting on this cold uncomfortable cot, I just wish that my fists had done more damage to George's smug face. I watch him sit in the cell across from me, hoping he is in more pain than he looks. Trying to make sure that Lillian got home O.K., I asked about her earlier, but I only heard that she had left the scene.
Instead, I am forced to sit here and wait for my lawyer to bail me out. I stare down George from across the room, while the guard walks in. He glances at both of us and then asks, "Which one of you is George McMasters?"
George stands up and walks toward the cell door. "I am. Why?"
"Because your lawyer said to get your shit and meet him up front. He wants to have a talk with you." Glancing over at me, the guard motions for me to come over as he opens George's cell.
"I will be back for you in a few minutes."
Walking out, George looks back at me with a snyde grin.&n
Watching the storm from the window in my bedroom, I keep rubbing my wrist where George had left his handprint on me. After getting home tuesday afternoon from jail, the first thing he did was slam me up against the wall and warn me that if I ever see Jordan again it will be the last thing I do. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I wish I had never married him. Perhaps, then my life would have turned out better and still had my children with another man that is loving like Jordan. Just thinking about that makes me cry harder as I feel an emptyness deep inside me grow. I believe it's because now that I have felt love from a man, I miss it. Before, I couldn't miss what I had never experienced. Although, the love from my children is different and yet strangely similar to the love I feel coming from Jordan. Hearing a knock at the door, I hurry up and wipe my tears on my sleeve. "Mom, can I talk to you? I had
The lights go out at the house and I almost stumble over my mom. Quickly regaining my balance, I go into the kitchen and find a candle stick in the drawer, along with a lighter and a holder. Putting it on the table in the middle of the room, I watch as the flame casts shadows on the room around me. Glancing over at my mom laying on the couch, I wonder what happened now, but dismiss the thought for the moment. It's best not to question something that I already know the answer to. Instead, I go down to the basement with the flashlight of my phone on, so I can flip off the breakers. Seeing a call from Connie, I automatically suspect that there is something wrong and go on alarm mode. Listening to the message, I learn that Lillian has fallen and hit her head when the lights went out. She is in the hospital, and they are keeping her over night for evaluation. Wondering if she really fell and i
With a huge bump on my head and a dull headache, the doctor lets me go home. Connie waits for me to place my things down on the couch, before giving me a huge hug. Smiling, she asks, "Are you dizzy at all?" Sitting down, I glance around the room and shake my head at her. The kids run out of their rooms to greet me and give me hugs and kisses. Kelly practically jumps on me before asking, "Mom, are you O.K. now?" I stare into her scared eyes and realize that this has been harder for them, then it has been for myself. Hugging them both again, I pat the couch next to me and they sit down. Feeling the need to explain to them, that I am going to be O.K., I reply, "Guys, I will be absolutely fine in a couple of days. Right now, I am just a little off, other than that, everything is the same. So, tell me did you two get your homework done?" They both look at me and nod. Knowing that I must show them th
Work is so slow today knowing that every minute I am here, I could be with Lillian. She is in that man's house, and he might be hurting her right now. With so many things filling my head, it is difficult to work, and I almost go home for the day. Except for the fact that this new bike we are working on, is for a man who saved every penny for the last twenty years to get it. Jeremy lost his leg overseas when a roadside bomb in Iraq blew him and his team's convoy up. He was lucky, the rest they were picking up in pieces for days. Matter of fact, a few of them, they never did find all their body parts. When he lost it and came back to the states, he vowed that he would be able to ride again if it took everything he owned and made. Hearing about him, I made some calls and got him a grant. It took care of the cost of the parts, and I am giving him all of the labor free of charge. It's the least I can
I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, hoping it is Jordan. To my surprise, the mailman, a gentleman in his mid-thirties with black hair is standing there smiling with a package in his hand. After handing it to me, he says, "It looks like it is from your parents, Mrs. McMasters. I hope it is something good." He nods and then says, "Good day to you." Before walking back to his vehicle and driving off. Looking down at it, I realize sure enough it is from my parents and after turning around and shutting the door, I open it before sitting back down. Connie looking over my shoulder excited, can't wait for me to open the box inside, "Hurry up and open it. I want to see." Smiling, I rip the tape off and open the lid. Inside is a dancing ballerina music box. My parents have always known that I love these. I remember when I was little, we would stop by the mall, and I came home with a different one eve
Not being able to sleep, I step out of bed naked and feel for the light switch. Last night, I almost fled with Connie and the kids to another country. Or at least I wished I did. George is getting more and more violent, and it is really making me wonder why I don't just have some of my buddies beat the ever-loving crap out of him. Running my fingers over my neck and then scratching my head, I throw on my shorts before heading to the bathroom. Feeling the overwhelming need to pee, I open the door and find my mom laying on the floor just outside my bedroom. She looks up drunk, "Hey, son." "What in the hell are you doing back here?" I ask her, before I run to the bathroom and relieve myself. Every time I turn around my mom is either coming or going and with Lillian's problems, my world is becoming ever increasingly complicated. Something must give, or my business will suffer. Making up my mind, first thing in the m
"Mom, how long are we going to stay at Connie's? We have to go to school tomorrow." Jon asks after we get to Connie’s, and we are all sitting in the living room. Kelly is texting on her phone and Jon is playing Connie's gaming system, while I sit there with Connie and talk about what must be done next. Hearing my phone ringing, I pick it up and realize that it is from my attorney. Picking it up, I answer, "Hello. What have you heard?" Sounding disappointed, he says, "When he got out, someone beat him up and dropped him off at the hospital front entrance. Did you have anything to do with it?" Shocked, I answer sharply, "No, I wouldn't ever. You know that I didn't have anything to do with this. I couldn't. I may disagree with him, but I don't wish him dead." I hear him mutter something to someone in the background and then he says, "Well, I have to go. They said he is waking up and I should be
I can't believe she is gone. They take her to the police department and process her. "Where is mom?" Kelly and Jon both ask as they look at me confused. Not bearing to see their faces, I stare at the cold wood floor and answer, "It was a mistake, but they took her to the police station. They think she has had something to do with your dad getting beat up." In shock, they both glance at each other with worried looks and sit down on the couch quietly. Connie tries to comfort them by making them hot cocoa, while I make a few phone calls. After talking to my attorney, I arrange for a visit to the police station to talk to her. Once I arrive, I realize that it was a mistake though, because George after getting out of the hospital, headed straight to the station. "Stop, right there sir. You are under arrest because you just broke the restraining order rules." Stepping one foot in, I was arrested on the spot for