The Sky Was Falling

My leg was healing up, but not too fast. I still walked around with a one-legged pantyhose for several months. We didn't have too many outbursts, but Don befriended a kid in the apartment complex who just lost his father. He and his mom were pretty nice to us, and we all got along fairly well. Little did I know, Don was also befriending girls at the pool...including friends of mine.

I got home one Friday night, and I just missed him driving out of the parking lot with my friend and her friends. They were going to some bar on the south side of town, and we lived on the north side. Later, I found out that he lied to her and said I didn't mind him going. So, I pretty much knew where he was when I got home, and he was gone. I called a good friend of mine, Allen, and he drove me down to this bar. I don't remember how I actually got home, but I know I walked in on him in the middle of a group of girls, and it didn't look innocent. I was very upset, and he just laughed at me. He laughed at me...

I didn't know it was funny to laugh at someone who financially supported you and stayed with you, even though you were a jerk. A bad person.

He stayed there with the girls for the night, and he got home really late. I know he was drunk, but that's all I can really remember about that night.

Another weekend, we had this party at our apartment. The bathtub was filled with ice and beer, and our apartment was filled with all these people I really didn't know. I knew a few of my friends were there. This was a very bad night.

When everyone left, the raging drunk began his assault on me. I somehow managed to get out of there, and I ran as fast as I could and tried to find somewhere to hide. I found the laundry room open, and I went inside and hid underneath the counter. I seriously think that God kept that door open for me that night because it should have been locked up. I also believe that an angel stood in front of me that night as I was shaking and crying.

I heard his motorcycle racing throughout the parking lot, and I heard it stop at the laundry room. I remember praying that God keep me safe in there. He walked in, looked around, walked out and took off again. I couldn't believe he didn't see me there. That's God, for sure.

I called a friend of mine who also lived in the apartment complex, and they let me spend the rest of the night with them. The next morning, we had a long talk about what had happened, and they couldn't figure out why I was hanging around in that type of situation. And, if the truth be told, I was also wondering why I was in it, too.

I finally decided to go back home, and when I got there, I found this...my childhood rocking chair had been crushed into small pieces. And, you know, I didn't have much. I lived a very frugal life because I had to, and I didn't have really anything. And one thing I had that meant something to me, he crushed. He had no remorse. He had no heart, and he had no self-control.

Nothing more happened to me that weekend. But the thoughts that were going through my head were about somehow getting away from him. The only problem was I felt sorry for him. Where would he go?

Why would I even care????