J's mom's house pt1
Submitted by Mavrick on 2002-10-16 00:43:35, Wednesday
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This post will be a little different. I am forced to use my "Speak and type" program and I have this habit of talking to myself when I am typing. I will try to correct the mistakes, but I may miss some. "Why are using the program if it gives you trouble?" you ask, or something like that. That is a good question. Let me tell you. (By the way, this ended up being much longer than I intended. The longest one yet. You might want to print it.) Man what a day. It was cold when I got up this morning. A brisk 33 degrees. While J and I were eating breakfast I told him that we needed to "winterize" his mom's house. I told him I could do it alone if he didn't think he could handle helping me, but he said he wanted to. He said that he'd come over to my office right after school and we could go from there. During the day I received a phone call from Paul, the man in prison. He had more questions and wanted to talk with me. We talked for about an hour and I asked him if he was ready to accept Christ as his personal Savior. He said, "Not yet. But maybe soon. I want to read some more." I told him he could call me anytime. It was a bright spot in my day. The brightest spot, as it turned out. Except for when J came bouncing in after school. He always comes to the Youth Center after school, usually with some of his friends. They will play basketball or volleyball or some games. I allow J two hours after school to unwind, and then he has to do his homework, if he has any. But it always brightens my day when he comes in. Even when I am busy. I had expected him and was ready to go when he arrived. We went to our house and picked up the supplies and tools we would need to winterize his mom's house. He talked about his day and how he thought he was finally accepting his mom's passing. "I still miss her, but it doesn't hurt as much anymore." I told him that Paul had called and asked more questions, but that he was not ready to receive Christ yet. He was glad that Paul called, a minor surprise, but wished that he had made the decision to receive Christ. After we got the things we needed loaded into the car, we went to his mom's house. (Even though the house is legally mine, I can't bring my self to call it my house.) I check the house twice a week. On Monday and Thursday. Just to make sure that everything is all right. I didn't check it yesterday because J had the day off from school and I had the day off from work. We went for a long ride to look at the color of the leaves. I used the time as a chance to teach J some lessons about nature. We had taken a walk on a hiking trail and by the time we got home it was dark. I figured that I could check it today with out any problems. Wrong. Very Wrong. I was the first one to enter the house since I had the keys. J was telling a story about something that happened during lunch at school, laughing as he told it. I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. J ran into the back of me and started to protest. Until he looked in the living room. There were beer bottles and cans all over the place, along with some wine bottles. The carpet, which J's mom had kept spotless, was covered chicken bones and pizza crust, leaving big stains. The house stunk. It smelled like beer and something else that I couldn't identify right then. Now I don't know if I mentioned this before or not, but I had worked in Law Enforcement before becoming a youth pastor. The main reason that I switched was that I had seen several youth offenders that were from my area. I felt like there was more that could be done, and that God was calling me to do it. So I followed His leading and I glad that I did. J pushed pass me and stood in the middle of the room, turning is a slow circle. "DON"T TOUCH ANYTHING!" I told him, my thoughts going to the prevention of contamination of the crime scene. I closed the door behind me, and started taking mental notes of what I was seeing. Besides the beer cans and whatnot, there were also condoms on the floor. Used condoms. Pizza boxes and KFC buckets were thrown in a corner. There were clips and a couple of bowels on the floor. I looked at J. His face was filled with anger. Anger? No, not anger. Rage. No, much more. It's hard to describe. Picture the most beautiful face you have ever seen. Twisted and distorted so that it is almost unrecognizable. Filled with every negative emotion you can think of. Then you will begin to see. I was furious before. But after one look at J, I skyrocketed well beyond that. Well beyond rage. J and I were feeling the same thing, but for different reasons. Whoever did this was going to pay. What next? Oh yeah. J went into the dinning room and I followed him. The mess was about the same, but spread out more. From there we went into the kitchen. As soon as we walked in I noticed it was much warmer than the rest of the house. And I saw that all four burners on the stove were on, bright red-hot. I turned them off and looked around. I found the source of the smell I couldn't place before. Someone had vomited on the floor and then walked through it leaving footprints heading out to the "mud room" just off the kitchen. J had turned when he saw the vomit. "Mom always kept this floor spotless." His voice was so soft and quiet that I almost missed it. I had him go back into the dinning room and I went to the mud room. Wish I hadn't. Someone didn't make it to the bathroom in time and used the mud room as a toilet. Not for number one. For number two. And I found the point of entry. The glass was broken out of one of the frames in the back door. Gotta make a note to put in a blocking bar. Where was I? I went back into the dinning room. When I saw J he was standing at one of the windows looking in the back yard. I walked up to him and put my hand on back. He was trembling. I was even madder. That someone would do this to my son………. I said that we should call the police, but J wanted to check upstairs first. I agreed. We went up to his mother's bedroom and found that there were condoms on the floor. Not just one or two, but six. In both bedrooms. The mirror in the bathroom had been smashed and the lights on the wall ripped off. I made J go back down stairs with me. |
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