Jack then dragged me from the kitchen all the way to
the front living room and threw me out 5 steps down, and I landed on a thorny
rose garden…(Physical abuse begins.)
Jack then slammed the door behind me. This happened
around 8pm. I got up and ran on my barefoot towards Jack’s niece who live just
a few hundred yards behind us. I was weeping, scared, confused and helpless. I
knocked the door twice, and Jack’s niece opened the door. She asked what
happened and why was I crying. I could not speak other than to tell her to call
911. She tried to calm me down so that I could talk. I breathed deeply, and I
told her what her uncle Jack just did to me earlier.
For some reason, she was not surprised. Maybe she
knows that her uncle Jack is an abusive man. She then told me to calm down and
that she would call 911 for me. I felt relieved that I would be getting some
help soon (so I thought!) She was on the phone for 10 minutes, and I was very
anxious for the police to arrive. 20 minutes later, someone knocks at the door
(I was hoping that it would be the police and not Jack!)
“It’s open come on in” Jack niece
said. Surprised it was my brother-in-law Joe who used to be a cop himself
(Jack’s brother). They singled me out! No wonder she was acting suspiciously
earlier when she told me that she was going to call 911. She called her dad
(Jack’s brother) not 911! I was so pissed off at her. Of course, though she
knows that Jack is an abusive man, but she would be protective of him because Jack is her uncle. She would choose him over me. Who am I to her anyway?
Jack’s brother Joe came in and was very calm. Joe was
just listening to what his daughter has to say. He didn’t say much. A few
minutes later, Jack stormed in and grabbed my hand. I tried to yank my hand
away from him. I begged Jack that I did not want to come home. I told Jack I
was waiting for the cops to arrive. Jack being 250 pounds, and I was only 83
pounds, what strength do I have to fight back with him? He then just picked and
carried me up back to his truck and took me back home.
As soon as we arrived home, I ran quickly to the
living room in the corner behind the couch and was extremely scared. I have
been through enough for the last 30 months of my life living in hell with Jack.
This was the most horrifying moment not knowing whether I would be alive
tomorrow. Just the thought of him that he was capable of killing the cow
without mercy, he could do the same to me as he already tried to strangle me
that night.
Jack went to our bedroom and shut the door. He called
his pastor and they were talking on the phone for one hour. Jack church members
hate me because he has told them so many lies about me to deflect the truth and
make it seem as if I am the terrible person. Of course, the church believes in
him for they were so blind by his money.
While I was waiting for something to happen, Jack’s
son and I were both numbed of the whole thing. He was sitting in the kitchen
quietly, and he has this look like he wanted to say something to me but he just
bit his tongue. Finally, Jack came out of our room and tried to hand me the
handset. I ignored him. “Yes Pastor, this is Jack! I would like you to speak
to my wife right now.” Jack said in
angry voice. “Okay woman, talk to our Pastor, please!” Again, I ignored
him like I never heard a thing. (Jack’s thought by asking his Pastor to talk to
me it would save our marriage).
“It is very late, I have to go to work early morning,
Let’s finished this craziness and let’s go to bed.” Jack said angrily. He went
to bed that night and shut the door behind me. His son went to his bedroom. I
went to the couch curling up all night long and was very vigilant (I did not
want to close my eyes because I was so scared of my life) I was traumatized of
the whole thing.
The following morning, which was Monday, Jack has left
to work. Although, I haven’t slept, I still have the strength to go on. This
time I was thinking that I really got to get some help! I contacted my cousin
and told her of my terrible situation. I begged her if I could stay wit her for
a while until I am on my own. I asked her to buy me a ticket because I need to
get away from Jack.
My cousin agreed and quickly purchased me an emergency
ticket. I didn’t bother what it would cost me because my life was at stake. I
directed my cousin to drop the ticket to my other elderly Filipina friend’s
address. I have arranged for someone to drop me off to the airport by Saturday
because Jack will be gone to work that day.
After 3 days, my air ticket had arrived via DHL. I
went to pick it up during the day while Jack was at work. Well, everything was
set. Now I only have 3 days left to leave Jack. I have asked my friends to not
speak to anyone about my plan.
Thursday came; Jack took me to the church to chitchat
with his Pastor. I didn’t really know what was his scheme to have his Pastor
speak to me. We arrived at the church and the Pastor begins to interrogate me.
I didn’t say much because I know this will leads to nothing. No matter what I
would say they won’t believe me anyway. Since the church was on Jack’s side due
to his generosity.
Friday day came; one more day left for my departure.
Jack went off to go for Deer Hunting alone. I didn’t pack anything because
I didn’t want Jack to figure it out that I was leaving him. My plan was to take
off with nothing but my plane ticket, passport, birth certificate and my immigration documents. I gathered all of my documents and put it all in my
purse along with my $400 cash in hand. Just in case if Jack would audit me that
night, I separated the air ticket underneath the shoe rack inside the closet.
Just like any normal day, I was cleaning the house and
made some dinner. While we were waiting for Jack to come home from hunting,
Jack’s son and I were watching TV. After a long awaited night, Jack arrived
with no dead animal (It felt so good each time Jack went on hunting and come
home with nothing.)
He sat down right away by the kitchen table and was
very suspicious of me. Of course, I just acted normal and prepared the table
for dinner. Jack requested that he wants to see my purse. I questioned him why?
He insisted to bring it to him and so I did.
Jack confiscated my immigration documents, passport,
my certificate and my last money in the amount of $400. He told me that he
knows what I am up to! He said that he knew I was leaving him and that he
wouldn’t let it happen. Jack told me that he wouldn’t let me become rich
someday. I questioned Jack how am I going to get rich when I barely make
anything?
Jack pointed his finger on me, telling me that I came
to America with nothing, and that he clothes me, shelter me, feed me and that I
owe him my life.
I could not think of anything at that moment. I was so
angry that someone snitched on me and betrayed me! Who could it be? I have no
time to think who told stupid Jack! All I know, that I really got to get out
from him (I knew I was doomed! What’s going to happen to me?)
Doomed!!! I'm putting images as i read your story. i hate betrayal..i was betrayed by my own best friend in the past...it's different scenario. but the bottom line was, she betrayed me...and that's it...busted..
ReplyDeletePast is past! What I have thought about being betrayed by someone: She was probably very scared and does not want to be involved with the situation. But why promised and backed out of your promises for last minute when that person needs you the most. If you can't help someone just tell them that you are afraid and that you will find other ways to help her but not betray her. What she was doing was putting my life at stake. I'm glad it's all over with. I am not really sure who the person was. Whatever happened, happens for a reason! Let's just cheers that I'm alive!
ReplyDeleteThank God you survive to this freakin pathetic girl.....thank you for sharing your story
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