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This is
one of many I intend to submit...lol... you know, with marriage, they say
after four, it might be you... wonder if that also goes for being a PSYCHO
MAGNET...LOL.....
My
worst psycho experience happened about 6 years ago... I was dating a guy,
he was a little older than me, but everything was going great. We got
along, never really fought, lots of good sex, you know, no REAL signs of
him being a psycho. One night I ditch my friends to go to a party with
him instead... WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE!! We get into an argument, and he
drives off while I am trying to get into his car, nearly running over my
foot, and managing to fracture my wrist by slamming the door on it.
Needless to say, we were through. we didn't' even officially end it, we
just didn't ever talk to each other again.... And so the true nightmare
has only just begun... about two months later, I start dating, yes, the
only black kid in this county, lol, sorry to be so blunt, but it is
honest, its a small town, k? So, everything is well and good, (ha! I
should have known something would happen) I am leaving to go have a nice
evening watching movies with the new beau, (will call him Tom, since I
actually don't know anyone named Tom) when the damn phone rings, why I
answered it, I have no idea... on the other end of the line, is him, Mark,
exboyfriend from hell... He tells me that he heard I was out with a (the
"n" word) and no woman of his would be caught dead with one of those, so
he said he was going to have to kill me, (oh, and let me remind the
audience, I am only 15 when this happened) Okay, I am totally freaked,
Tom, can't come over to get me, cause Mark might be like standing outside,
or something, so, I play it off as cool, and ask my sister to take me over
to the Toms house. I tell him what happened, and he just blows it off as
petty jealousy and that is it. Well, a few more phone calls, a bad
experience at the movie theater, and that was it for me and Tom... So Mark
must think it is time for him to work his way back in...! I ammused him by
talking to him, in person, at a public restaurant. That goes okay, he
proceeds to tell me that he only said those things because he loved me,
and he was drunk, and he just wanted to be with me....what am I, a girl?
Hell ya, I go back to him, damnit!! Well, we go out a couple of times, and
I realize this just isn't going to work, he has been a lot more
overprotective than before, and this is not what I need at 15... Scared to
death to actually call it quits myself, when he calls, I have my dad tell
him that I am not allowed to speak with him anymore....Two days later, he
shows up assuming that I have some teenage rebellion but up against my
father for not letting us be together, he shows up, where I am forced to
tell him that it was me, and that I didn't want to be with him, and I had
asked my dad to say those things. Surprisingly, he just look at me, not
saying a word, got in his car and left. Two weeks later, I was home al!
one for about three minutes, when I hear banging on the door, being the
lazy gal that I was, and not worrying about a neighbor perhaps stopping
by, I holler "Who is it?", dead silence......... and BOOM, he is on me
like white on rice.... I fly over the back of the couch, via my hair as a
handle. Fight or flight kicks in and I make a dash for the bedroom, there
is a phone and the door locks. No such luck, he gets hold of my ankle and
drags me through the house, to the back door... A mere moment of voluntary
bliss when I see a crutch leaning on the wall... My savior, I barely get
hold of it as he turns to open the door, and manage to wail him in the
side of the face with it hard enough to get him to turn loose of my leg.
I proceed to attack him, when he gets hold of my weapon and throws it
down. He gets me by the hair again, and starts kissing me, and then
choking me, pushing me up against the wall. The phone rings, and
seemingly startled he drops me and takes off, never once saying a single
word to me. There is of course no sigh of relief, the next afternoon, I am
getting my volleyball bag out of my truck, and that little blue car pulls
into the driveway. I try to hurry inside so as to avoid him, but he gets
out of the car holding a gun. OMG. Now what? Well, the next chain of
events is graphic and traumatic, and actually, it has taken me this long
to share this story with anyone except my psychiatrist. Here it goes...
the gun is pointed at me, a shrill scream flies out of my mouth that I had
no control over, I hear simultaneously, gun shots, and my father hollering
"NO!", my eyes close, and I hit the ground, only to hear another shot. The
sound of sirens and the smell of ammonia draws my eyes open. I see my
father standing above me and I ask him what happened. I had been shot in
the leg, but is just a flesh wound that skimmed my outer thigh area, I had
fainted in fear induced shock. As the paramedic wheeled me over to the
ambulance I caught a glimpse of the real horror. A puddle of blood and a
white sheet over his lifeless body. I have never stopped wondering what
would bring a man to such a dark place, that he could do such a thing. Try
closing your eyes and getting that picture out of your head. it doesn't
happen. There really is no lesson I could've learned from it other than
"you just never know." If you are too careful, you are never happy, and if
you are too careless, you are always scared, so there really is no escape,
at least not yet, not for me...
Shannon of
Southeast Missouri |
