Chapter 14
“Jack you are very wrong. I was clothed when you met me, I had shelter though it was tiny hut but I was happy and contented, yes I was poor but I had a job and was able to feed myself. So shut up your lying mouth! I told you before and begged you so many times to send me home but you won’t do it. Why would you do it now after 31 months, why?” Jack was speechless but I could tell that he was so furious.
Jack then grabbed my cell phone (well, it was his! Jack provided me a cell phone for him to check up on me each time I went shopping or gone to work) He broke the cell phone apart. He took the battery and split the motherboard into two pieces making sure it was not doable.
He was not done; he then pulled the home phone landline from the wall cutting the wire into bits and pieces. Dismantled the phone from the wall like no one could ever put it back together again. You see how crazy Jack was! He must have been terrified if I could get a hold of those two things. (You see if I could call 911 he would have hit to the Jail right then)It was his guilt that got him into this craziness.
Remember, Jack got my identification along with my immigration stuff. When Jack finished dismantling the phone, he then directed his son the 18 years old to hold me down. He goes, “Son, hold her down. Make sure that she can’t run away from us” I have no idea if Jack’s son would do it. But I was wondering why would he want his son to hold me down. Are they going to tie me down and maybe strangle me or kill me right there and then?
I was horrified beyond belief. I know that I need to get away somehow. But if two people will hold me down and do whatever, what strength do I have to fight them two? They’re both male, tall, strong and I was only 83 pounds then. I looked at Jack son’s body language to see if he was going to do what his dad demanded of him. Just like me, he was frozen and didn’t move. He just sat in the chair and was horrified himself of the situation.
“You think you can just walk away from me, you think you outsmart me?” Jack said. Jack demanded his son again to hold me down. I was frozen to hear Jack’s requisition. I was hoping that Jack’s son would not listen to him. I wrapped my arms around me and did not want to witness what they are going to do with me. I know I am going to be dead that night.
I closed my eyes and felt something strange I can’t quite describe, something rush over me. I got chills when it was really warm inside. I wanted to scream but I can’t seem to open my mouth. I wanted to cry but my tears had gone dry because I have been crying all week long. I said to myself quietly that there should be God out there listening. If he really does exist in this world, I challenged him to show me some miracles.
Everything went blank for an hour. (The one-hour quiet event was the miracle that God showed me!) Obviously, Jack son was also numbed by the whole event and did not act on to what his dad wants him to do. He was tired himself from school and came home to deal his abusive father Jack who had been screaming at me. Jack had said so many things already that don’t make sense any more. I was not interested of his accusing lying mouth, pointing finger that this was my fault, and that I was no good that’s why our marriage failed.
It was already midnight; I must have been sitting in the kitchen chair for the whole 4 hours. Jack took my car key and handed it over to his son and told him to never ever give the car key back to me no matter what! Jack then told me that he was afraid of me and that he does not want me to sleep in our bed. He went to our bedroom and closed the door and vaulted it on. Like he’s afraid that someone will open the door and do something to him.
(You see how he twisted my mind, making me think that I was the bad one! Well, well, well, this was his scheme because he had some plot making sure that I was going to go to Jail myself. He had planted a scheme; he was going to frame me horribly! Keep on reading.)
How am I going to hurt him when he was the one who tried to strangle me a day early? Jack’s son went walking slowly to his bed carrying my car key. I went to the front living room curling up again on the couch, another horrifying night for me. I had to be vigilant again. Who knows what could Jack do if I let myself sleep throughout that night.
Early morning came; Jack was preparing his own lunches for work. I used to do it for him but this time I wasn’t because I am still scared to move around the house not knowing what can happen. He took a shower, dressed up and took off. I was looking at the VCR it was only 5:30am. His job is a 1-hour drive away and he is late. He has to be there by 6:00am.
I didn’t move or do anything because I had this feeling that Jack will come back and check up on me and I was right. Just 15 minutes later, Jack came back and checks up on me if I was still on the couch. I was pretending that I was sleeping. He then, left and took off. I waited for another 30 minutes before I could do anything. Making sure that Jack will not be coming back!
And I waited another 15 minutes for clearing. Well, it has been 45 minutes since Jack left. It’s 6:15am and still dark. I was so sure that Jack was already at work at this time. I went to Jack son’s room and knocked the door and told him that it was me. He told me to get in of which I did. He got up and sat down in the corner. Jack son’s was my angel! He said that if I was not going to leave his dad things could get worse. He told me that this was just the beginning and that Jack would make my life living in hell just like he did with his mother (Jack’s Ex-wife).
Jack son told me everything what Jack did to his Ex-wife! Unbelievable story. It was worse than mine. Jack apparently got locked up many times for trying to shoot his ex-wife 3 times and broke her nose many times. Jack deprived her for not having her own car, for not letting her go to work, for forcing her to go to church. She was married to Jack for 16 years and according to Jack son, due to Jack was very abusive to his mom mentally and physically this resulted of his mom suffering a Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD.
Jack son handed me the car key and told me to just leave his dad because if I don’t just like he said that this is just the beginning and that Jack would make my life living in hell. I then rushed outside; I then turn the engine on my car and start to drive away and look for help!
After driving ¾ mile away, I saw a house with lights on. I then stopped my car without turning the headlights off. Went and knocked the door. I heard the cocking of the gun. “Who is it?” The old man inside of the house said. I told him who I was and that I wanted him to call 911 for me. The Old Man goes, “Is someone chasing you, you better turn off the headlights of your car and come back in quickly.”
The Old Man then called 911 for me. When the Old Man finished talking on the phone he said that the Police should arrive shortly. He asked me if I have some family that I could contact to help me out. I told him that my husband’s brother Joe could help me out. So, I called Jack’s brother Joe thinking that he could help me since he was very nice to me always. (Well, bad choices again!)
A cop car and Joe arrived at the same time.
oh my gosh!!! i can't take this anymore. suspense!!!
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