Personal Experiences (52 page)

NO! I wasn't gonna think of that.

I pulled up in her drive and got JoJo back on the phone "Hey Honey, can you tell me if there's a window or something unlocked so's I can get in your house?" She told me about that key under the rock and the code to the alarm. It worked. I open the door slowly, peeking in to see if anyone's right in the front area. It was all clear. It was silent in the house. I could see the dishes in the sink and there were even some plates still on the table like someone just got up and left them. I could hear soft grunting sounding like it's coming from upstairs.

"I told you, Whore! You didn't listen to me, you's sure as shit gonna take me seriously now. I told you no contact with that motherfucker!" grunt, grunt. "Now let's see's he wants you anymore, now that you've been treated like the whore you are!"

I heard the grunt again and realized what was going on. I quietly took two, maybe three steps at a time until I was up on the second floor. I could hear him clearly now, he was in the master bedroom. I didn't have anything as a weapon other than my hands, but I got to get in there and at least hold him off until the police got here.

I burst through the door and couldn't believe what was before my eyes. Elleny was tied to the headboard with barbed wire. Her wrists were bleeding freely and the barbs were burrowing into her skin, I could see the meat hanging around the wire. He had beat her so bad she couldn't even open her eyes. Her nose looked broke; it was leaning to the side and she was bleeding nonstop from her head. Blood was flowing all down her face onto her lap and the bed. You could barely even tell who she was. Bear was standing on the side of the bed finishing up what he had done to her as she laid there unconscious.

"Mother fuck!" I screamed "What the fuck is wrong with you Bear! This is Elleny, you fuck! What the fuck are you doing! She's your wife!!"

He pushed himself off of her and stuck his dick back in his pants, as he finished, he laid his hand next to Elle's head and picked up a gun and started waving it around. "Well, well; if it aint Mr. Big-Shit!" He began laughing hysterically. "What a great fuckin day for a reunion…isn't it! It's really great to see ya again, brutha!" He stood beside Elle for a moment looking down at her. "Did you enjoy fucking my wife…BRUTHA!! She's pretty good it'n she? Now…" He dropped his empty hand down and slid his dirty, bloody fingers down her legs. "I know it's been awhile for the two of ya, but I've done taught'er a cupla things here an there." He put his hand up on the side of his mouth as though he was gonna whisper something; he lowered his voice almost to a harsh whisper so I would still be able to hear him. "She likes it rough now." He turned his eyes towards her and threw his hand out; "This…this to her is just foreplay." I could feel my breakfast trying its hardest to come back up and I was trying my hardest to keep it down. He starts screaming at the top of his lungs. I took a step toward Elleny; he took a large step closer to me stepping in front of the large dresser.

"She's never been my wife!" He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath as to calm him-self down. "She's been yours! You…you piece of shit! I couldn't do anything right to make her love me! I thought I could make her love me; I tried and tried but she never would; at least not as much as I loved her! She's never loved me! It's always been you!" He stepped back over to her and grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her head back looking in her face. Quietly he spoke. "Do you know how hard it is to come home every day; look at'er lyin next to you in bed and feel your heart almost burst from the love you have for ‘er but ya can see it in'er eyes that she don't feel shit for ya… do ya? No, I don't ‘spose ya do." He let go of her head and let it fall back forward. He walked beside the bed and headed for the window looking out into the yard. He was sobbing and was covered in blood and sweat. All the sudden he exploded, "I gave her all of me and she stepped on it, shit on it and threw it back in my face!!" Spittle and red sweat were flying all around him. He laughed maniacally; "I was spost to be the hero. The one who cleaned up your fuckin mess now wasn't I; brutha'… because of you; she has dun fucked up my life… for seventeen years. I've missed out on everything… EVERYTHING!!! cuz of her!"

He was screaming so loud his body was shaking. He went to the dresser beside the closet door, pulled the top drawer open and took out a long hunting knife. He put the gun in his back pocket and began running his finger down the edge of the blade. "Her daddy never did care for me; always thought his daughter was way too good for the likes ‘a me. She started thinkin that too. Thought that she had a pussy made ‘a gold. That daddy' a hers was puttin' shit in ‘er head so I had to shut'em'da fuck up! We wantin plannin' on that bitch'a his bein home. It show' wantin' as easy as it looked on those crime shows; that knife show did get a workout!" He chuckled.

He got to the end and put his index finger to the point and poked himself drawing blood; he hissed. I closed my eyes and prayed that Elleny was unconscious for that little confession. He squeezed it a minute and then stuck it in his mouth. "Ya don't know what I had to deal with; her bitchin…her fuckin naggin for years! It's so fuckin annoyin;" In a nasal mocking voice he continued "Give me your paycheck, Bear, there's bills to pay, Bear. I need you to stop and get diapers for the baby, Bear; it's all bullshit!" He stopped at the foot of the bed on her side. I didn't need him getting any closer to her with that knife, he was so unstable at this point; I thought it was best to keep him talking. So I asked the question that was on my mind so I can keep him busy and at least see if she's breathing.

"Why did you stay Bear, no one would'a thought less of ya if you'da left?"

He laughed an evil laugh. He wasn't the Bear I knew in school, the one I played football with; this man was pure evil. He had so much jealousy towards me and resentment for what, I had no clue, this was my brother; I never would do anything to hurt him and knowing Elleny she never would'a either. "You think I'm gonna let her go without giving me some type of compensation for my losses? I told her if she'da gave me her momma's money, I'd go…she'd say something about it being for ‘dem bastard kids of hers, so now it looks like I'll get that…and her life insurance; well, Hot Dayum! This days gettin' betta and betta!"

It's taking all that is within me not to break this motherfucker's neck right now. He's nothing but a piece of shit; a crazy one at that! He started walking back over by the dresser that sat next to where Elleny was. He set the knife on top of it and took the gun out of the back pocket; I instantly did the first thing that came into my head.

"Ya want money Bear, I'll give ya money; how much ya want?" The smile left and he contorted his face; he was looking at me strangely; like he was trying to read me. The smile came back; he took the muzzle upside his head as though he was thinkin. I prayed that somehow it would accidently go off. I looked back over at Elleny, I could hear her softly moan…she was alive; thank god.

"Put your fuckin eyes back on me, Shithead!" He roared at me. I had to do something quickly. I couldn't just stand here like a statue anymore; he was getting worse as the minutes went by. I kept thinking I'd hear sirens or something. Stevens was dialing when I was back at his office, there's no way in hell it should've taken this long; it was a small fuckin town.

"Here" I dug in my back pocket and grabbed my checkbook. "Take it, it's yours. Take it all, I'll sign whatever you want." I threw the book down on the ground not far from my feet. He stood there looking at it. He brought his eyes back up at me. He wasn't a smart redneck but he was not a fuckin idiot either. He looked back down "What's the catch…you lemme take that; you get to take her?" This is what I'm talking about; plus he just put the muzzle of a handgun up to his head, obviously, that proved my point. I nod. I don't say a word because I can see him slowly walking towards me. He watched me closely; he was waiting for me to attack him with my hands.

He slowly began to bend at the knees to go down; his eyes still on me; up high; watching my arms and eyes. His arm slowly reached forward to grasp the book and as soon as he got it in his hand. It seemed like slow motion; I reared my foot back and kicked it forward with all my might. He went flying and so did the gun. I heard a loud bang; the gun went off. I wasn't thinking about where the bullet had traveled; I wanted to make sure he was unconscious so I could get to Elle and make sure she was alive. As fast as I could, I ran to his body that was completely still. I wasn't sure if he was dead or alive; to be honest I didn't really give a fuck at that point in time. I retrieved the gun from the floor and stuck it in my front pocket. Just as quick as I could I reached in my pocket and grabbed my phone and dialed 911.

I turned around to check on him, he was still lying on the ground, completely still. I gave the dispatcher the information and told her to send an ambulance as well. She informed me that both police and medical were on the way. I threw the phone down and ran over to the bed to check on Elle. My God! There was so much blood; I don't know how she was still alive; her breathing was so shallow I could barely see her chest moving up and down. I looked at her wrists, I wasn't going to be able to untangle the wire; it was almost completely through her wrists. I looked at her head; there was a large gash at the crown. He bashed her over the head with something.

"Oh Jesus, God, Baby" my voice was trembling with fear; not fear from him but that I was goin to lose her. I felt like I'm gonna lose my mind here because I can't help her. "I'm gonna get you out of here ok, just hold on, oh shit, honey… stay with me, baby." I went to the bathroom to grab a rag; thinking maybe I could at least hold something against her head because it was bleeding profusely. I got it wet with cool water as quickly as I could. I shut the water off and ran back out into the bedroom.

There stood Bear next to her. He had her head pulled back by her hair with a knife at her throat.

"Betta say your goodbyes now, motherfucker." I looked at him and growled "No Bear…don't fucking do this!" I could see him putting pressure on the knife that he held right below her left ear. He slowly started dragging it across her skin. His eyes never left mine. "Tell'er now, motherfucker! Confess your love to her; let it be the last thing she hears before she bleeds out!" It looked like he was drawing a thin black line on her neck with a black pen, but as soon as he would pull the blade past that area, red spilled over the line he just made; the black ink was gone. He was slowly killing her because he knows it was torture to me. On an impulse I remembered the gun in my pocket. I dropped the rag and reached in my pocket and grabbed the gun. I raised it without saying a word; aimed and pulled the trigger. His head flung back just a bit like he'd been jolted; he'd been jolted all right. He stood there for a moment; His eyes still on mi ne but now there was a small black hole between them. The knife that he was holding fell to the floor and he followed crumbling down to the floor beside the bed; right beside Elle.

It was Done…He was Dead.

Epilogue

2 Years Later

"Breathe baby… breathe." TJ's voice was what was keeping me grounded. "You're doing so great, I love you so much" I just nodded.

"Elleny, I need you to take another deep breath and push". I exhaled what breath I had and pulled in deep again and held it. "1… 2… 3…" I listened for the 10 in my husband's voice to know that I needed to start again.

"Ok…don't push anymore, the head is out." I laid my head back against my TJ's hand that was holding my head up. I needed to close my eyes for just a few minutes. Fourteen hours of labor would make anyone exhausted. I missed this before with the other babies and let me tell you, God did not keep the pain away. This was the most agonizing fucking pain I ever felt in my life.

I took this moment to think back at what all had happened to us in the last two years to get us to this point. After TJ killed Bear, the police investigated and found out that it was self-defense since he was in the process of slicing my throat. Charges were never filed.

Four months later, TJ and I got married along; with a name changing ceremony on all three of my kids. TJ legally adopted Harlee. We were all family; true family right where we needed to be. The twins graduated from high school and were accepted into the same college; that was a stipulation for me, and they had to live on campus. We got them all moved in to their dorms and we made sure that they didn't go far. We spend as much time as we can with them. We put my house up on the market and sold it a month later. I wasn't asking much for it; I just wanted out of it; there were too many bad memories there. We ended up moving in with TJ. He was renting a smaller home because we had decided to have a house built so we stayed there until it was finished.

I have had to have several surgeries to repair both my wrists and my neck where he wound my hands up with the barbed wire. He destroyed some tendons and muscles but they are repaired now. The doctor's said I was pretty lucky, my wounds were so deep the wire almost hit my artery. My neck was just cut shallow, that was more of a cosmetic thing then a medical necessity but my husband, I love calling him that; tells me "Baby, when you look in the mirror and see that beautiful face I don't want you to have any memories of that day or that life." So now, the scars are healing nicely, it may take one or two more surgeries on my wrists to get back to what is normal for me but other than that all memories of that day are gone.

I wanted TJ to have a chance at what he missed the first time, so I talked with my woman doctor and I went off the shot contraceptive. It took a while but I got pregnant. TJ was thrilled.

He went to every doctor's appointment with me, we even took some classes that the hospital was offering so that he could learn how to put a diaper on or make a bottle, even how to breastfeed and pump…I know weird right? That's my husband.

We found out at 24 weeks that I was having another set of twins. I thought TJ was going to pass out. I laughed hysterically, it didn't surprise me again. I felt extremely blessed. Here I was, 36 years old, married to my soul mate after being separated for seventeen years and not only had one set of twins with him but will have had two sets of twins with him.