J's Mom's house pt 2
Submitted by Mavrick on 2002-10-16 00:51:04, Wednesday
|
One of the members of our church is a Sargent with the county Sheriff's office and he works the afternoon/evening shift. I used my cell phone to call his cell phone. I know it's not proper procedure, but I know him well. We have shared stories over the years. We have a close friendship. He was one of the few people that stood beside me when the rumors were going around. Anyway, I gave him the address and a run down. He said he'd be right over. J and I were in the living room. J had been quiet for some time. I went over to comfort him. When I reached out I realized that I was trembling. Man was I pissed. I put my hand on J's shoulder and asked him if he was all right. His rage filled face snapped around and his burning eyes looked straight into mine. "What do you think? Of course I'm not alright!" He walked away from me. He went over to the wall and put his arm on it, leaning his head on his arm. I wanted to make all this pain go away, but I knew I couldn't. With a soft voice J said something that I couldn't hear. I was about to ask him what he said when reared back with a voice that was filled the same emotions one his face he screamed at the top of his lungs "Those BAS****S!" And then he punched the wall. Put his fist right through the wallboard. I have been told that I am the most patient man a lot of people have met. I don't know if that is true or not, but it does take a lot to get me to the point that I blow a gasket, as it were. But when I reach that point, most people who know me well enough get at least a mile away. This was one of those times. When J pulled his hand out of the wall it was bleeding. That did. I was on the edge of loosing my temper, but that pushed me over the edge. Not like a gentle tap, but like an explosion. I did the same thing that J did. I reared back and I let go with a howl of rage and punched the wall. The cast comes of in eight weeks. J has better aim than I do. I knew my hand was broken, but I hardly felt the pain. J was looking at me, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open. "What?" I asked him, a bit gruffer than I meant. "Your hand is bleeding." I looked down at my hand and saw he was right. "So's yours." I said, pointing at his hand. "I don't care." he replied. I didn't feel the pain, and I'm sure J didn't either. We were both too mad that the emotions covered it. So there we stood side by side, both of us with our right hands bleeding. The Sargent and a deputy arrived within fifteen minutes of my calling him. I had J sit on the stairs and showed the Sargent around. "I want these people found." I told him. He nodded. "Consider it done." I had told him about the "fight" with the wall and to ignore the blood in that area. He had the deputy bring in CSI (Crime Scene Investigation) kit and they went to work. I sat on the steps next to J and out my arm around him. He snuggled up to me and asked, "Why would anyone do this?" I had no answer, but I promised that once we found out who did this I would get an answer. One of the older members of the church and his wife arrived just then. They have an EMS scanner and heard about the call. Once they realized what house it was, they came over to see if there was anything they could do. Unknown to me, the Sargent had called for an ambulance to treat me and J. They arrived just after the couple from church did. I had them take care of J first. After we were looked at, the medic wanted to take us to he hospital E.R., but I refused. "There's too much to do here now" I told them. The wife of the couple that had come over, a wonderful caring woman, took me by the chin turning me so that I was facing her. "I know that you are mad. But don't let your anger cloud your judgment. If you won't go for yourself, at least go for J." That's it. Hit me below the belt. I agreed to take J to the Urgent Care Facility. It was closer and wouldn't be as busy. I signed the release forms and we got up to leave. I saw J turn and look at the mess. He didn't cry, but he had tears on his face. Oh someone is gonna pay. That hurt me. The husband said "Don't worry about this. Just take care of your son. And yourself." |
Follow ups: