They took him away..

They took him away....
Nov 13, 2008 12:29 pm166 Views
Yes. The Meteor was gone, for now. The police arrested him. Took photos of me. AND of the years of damage he had done to our home. Holes punched through, that I covered with pictures. Band-aids. To hide the pain inside. I realized in those next days with out him, that I had become quite adept at hiding. I became the clown. The jokester. The sarcastic one. The helper. I became whatever anyone had ever wanted me to become, to disguise the damage that began so many years before. Remember the BMOC?? The psycho first taste of "love"? The damage he created from his continual rape and torture of my mind and body, still existed...THAT's how I got here, that's the evil that created this scared, scarred, wounded little girl, that stepped into the light for the first time since she was thirteen. I was alone in the house. Quiet. My two precious dogs still in their hiding places to afraid from all of the commotion to come out. I sat and meditated on what to do next. Neighbors, came by to see if I was okay. Save for the thumbprint on the right side of my jaw, I was physically 'okay'. I sent them all away. I couldn't handle feeling like I had to explain a lifetime of bad choices to mere acquaintances. After all, they would probably reject me and retaliate soon anyway. My head was a mess. This man... the Meteor, I had trusted, time and again. Trusted with my heart, body and mind, and he continually let me down. I TRUSTED HIM. If I allowed this to happen, how in hell was I to trust myself. Just then, the phone rang. It was his RO- Reporting Officer aka the Supervisor. Immediately, this man I had never met was berating me for calling the police, stating that I should have called HIM. He said that I was single handedly ruining the Meteor's career! ME! The one who tried to protect him... who has been taking care of him, while he just sat back and watched me waste away! Meanwhile this Supervisor, never extended himself to me, never even introduced himself to me! He got to the business of his call. He said that he needed to come by and pick up some things for the Meteor, for work and what not because they had put him up in one of the Dormitories on base to live, until the official separation began, or the mediation came to a conclusion that we could all live with. He said he would be by the house in an hour. I set to the task of preparing his things. I pressed his uniforms, packed up a few books, clothes to relax in, all of his toiletries, a bag with food items from the house so he would be able to eat, and some movies I knew he liked, I went above and beyond for him... as I always did. I think I even sent the Play-station with a few games.The Supervisor arrived at my house, and I invited him inside. I told him that the Meteor's items were in the kitchen, and when he saw all that was there, he immediately set upon apologizing for his words in our phone conversation earlier that day. I thanked him for his apology, and told him that I understood why he said those things, I told him how I have been weaving this web of lies about the Meteor, by not reporting earlier violence he committed against me. The supervisor looked around my home and saw the band-aids that had been removed by the police, and the festering wounds that remained. I was too numb for any forced emotion... and before I realized I was sobbing. Heavy, heaving, sobs. My body exhausted from the turmoil of the past few hours. I wept so hard I began to vomit. The Supervisor asked me to go to the hospital, but the embarrassment of facing more people who would want an explanation, caused great anxiety. The supervisor told me "You are a good woman. I have never in all of my years picked up items that were as thoughtful, or thorough as what you have packed for him." That comment was bittersweet. I thought, what a fool am I, if it were he in my present situation, would he have done so much for me?? Probably not. Yet, at the same time, I was proud that I could still do my very best for someone who certainly never deserved my best. The supervisor left, and I was alone again. The worst day of my life finally came to an end. I went to bed, but I did not sleep.