Merry fucking christmas!!!!!!!! (third and final entry) (564 hits)
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Submitted by TripinDayZ (View user info) at 2004-06-17 12:26:12 EDT
This is the final part of this story. Sorry it took me so long to write it. This is not what you would call an ending, persay, as this story is not meant to be a situation with a tidy wrap up. The basis of these writings is the same event, as seen through the eyes and mind of the three people who were involved in it. I only lived one part of this so the other two were just based on what I was told and how I imagined them happening.
Here are the previous two:
The son, "Nick"'s point of view: http://www.ubersite.com/m/31652 , as I remember it.
The father, "Richard"'s point of view: http://www.ubersite.com/m/31748, as I imagined it.
And this is the wife, "Mary"'s point of view, once again, as I imagined it happened...
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Mary awoke to the incessant sound of the phone ringing. She wiped her eyes and checked the bedside clock, immediately realizing who was on the other end of the line. No one else would call her at 2 a.m. She contemplated letting it ring out but remembered the words of her sponsor: "it's not him doing these things, it's the alcohol". Since starting in the support group Al-Anon she had met many women who were in the same position she was: desperately in love with a drunk.
"Hello?" She whispered into the phone trying to avoid waking her two sleeping children, Nick and Jane, both 11 and 7 respectively. The voice on the other end of the line was familiarly slurred. "Mary, can I come over?" She wanted so desperately to say yes, to tell him to come to her and hold her. She couldn't do this though, she remembered the screaming and fighting, the nights he would spend passed out at the kitchen table, no, she was not going through that anymore.
She pretended to be a little disoriented as to not let on that she had secretly been hoping it was he who was calling. "What...what time, who is this?" "It's Rich, Mary, I need to see you." The sound of his voice immediately told her something was wrong. She had gotten to know him well over the last 20 years of marriage.
"You know that isn't a good idea Rich." She replied.
"Look, I've been sitting here, thinki...."
Thinking? How could he be thinking? He hadn't been completely sober in 25 years, there was no way his head was capable of a coherent thought. She took this as an insult to her intelligence and she lost it.
"Don't you mean drinking Richard? Not thinking, drinking."
"Mary please, not this time, I really nee..."
"Shut the fuck up! I'm sick of it Richard! No more. I can't do this anymore, it's killing me!" she screamed as she sobbed into the phone.
After what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a few seconds, he uttered something that chilled her to the bone. "Ok then Mary, I just wanted to say goodbye so, goodbye. Tell the kids I love them and I...I'm sorry." With that she heard him throw the phone across the room and the eerie sound of the dial tone, which reminded her of a heart monitor that had flat lined.
Mary got out of bed and dressed as quickly and quietly as possible. Richard lived about a mile away and she knew she could get over there, pick him up, and bring him back with her in less than five minutes; no need to wake the kids. There was something so final about the last sentence he spoke. Having thought about killing herself as many times as she had she was very aware that he could be doing the same thing.
'It's not him doing these things, it's the alcohol' played like a mantra in her head.
Knowing he was drinking this evening, there was no way she was taking the chance of something worse than a little bruise happening. The last time she had come over unannounced he was with Diane, the money hungry bitch that was trying to take her place. He had pushed her out of the apartment knocking her head on the doorjamb. Mary was just trying to tell him that Diane didn't love him for the man he truly was. She knew this for he had not been that man in years. Diane was after one thing and one thing only: money. She remembered there was a key to his apartment on Nick's scooter keys so she grabbed them on her way out the door and headed for Three Corners Townhouses.
The drive usually seemed so short it was almost non-existent but this time was different. Her head was swimming with possible scenes she would encounter as she entered his place. Would she find him dead? Was he with Diane? Had he simply passed out after the phone call?
She pulled into the drive and met the police cruiser there where she asked him to follow her to Richard's building. She pulled into a spot and followed the officer up the stairs to his place. The officer paused before knocking on the door. Nothing. Another set of knocks, a little more convincing, using his nightstick. Still nothing. She pulled the keys from her pocket and, trembling, unlocked the door opening it just enough to yell into the apartment: "Richard it's Mary can I come in?"
Silence.
After a few deep breaths to prepare her for whatever she might see, the officer swung open the door and they stepped in. The phone lay shattered on the fireplace hearth, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels was on the table beside the recliner and Fire And Rain by James Taylor played softly in the background. She switched off the stereo and called for him again, the panic rising in her throat. Her only reply was the blood rushing in her ears, which was now approaching the sound level of a flooded river. Where had he gone? There was only one road that led from his place to hers and she had not passed him on her way over there so he couldn't have gone to see her.
The officer coaxed Mary into returning home where he would file an incident report to document the call and the situation. As she followed his cruiser she noticed him scanning the sides of the road. She figured he must have been checking the sides of the roads in case Richard had gone into a ditch or turned over out of normal headlight range.
As they neared the dogleg right where Airport Loop turned into 64th street the officer's brake lights came on. Her heart felt a shock as her stomach turned in on itself. The officer stopped his car and stepped out with his flashlight, shining it ahead, through the curve, into the field. She slowly exited her car and, as she approached the officer, immediately noticed the skid marks on the pavement. That was it, she immediately turned to her left and dry heaved several times, although there was nothing in her stomach to purge. She hadn't eaten more than a few bites a day in weeks.
The officer called for back up and got Mary a bottle of water out of his car. "Ma'am please have a seat in the passenger side and don't move, I'll be right back." Mary slid into the seat and laid her head on the dash, placing the cool bottle of water on the back of her neck. Please let him be ok, she prayed. Please let him make it through this one. It was a familiar prayer.
When she raised her head again she was surprised to see four more cars at the scene of the accident. Several officers were in the field, looking for something with their flashlights. This was too much; she had to see what was going on. As she stepped from the car, one of the newly arrived officers noticed her and started towards her. "Ma'am I am going to have to ask you to stay in the car please." "That is my husband's car, what is going on, what are you looking for?" she pleaded. "Ma'am please stay..." she pushed by him and ran ahead to the officer that had accompanied her to Richard's apartment. "What are you looking in the field fo.." and before she could get it out she stopped in horror.
The Jeep was in a secondary ditch about 15 feet beyond the initial, roadside ditch. The usually roomy sport utility vehicle had been compacted by the dual impacts through each ditch into a much smaller, twisted version of it's original self. Even from where she was standing she could see the sprays of blood on the hood and inside due to the illumination of the police car's headlights. "Where is my husband!" she belted as she tried to push through the arms of the officer restraining her. "We haven't located him yet ma'am but the officers are searching." he answered. "Why are you looking around the car so much? If he isn't in it then he is probably at my house. Let's g.." "Ma'am," he interrupted, "the condition of the car leads us to believe that he may not have survived the wreck. The windshield has been shattered, the inside is covered with extreme amounts of blood. I am sorry to be so blunt but even if he did survive he most likely didn't get any further from the car than 200 yards or so, that is why the officers are searching the field." With that news Mary passed out in his arms.
She awoke in the police car, the lights still flashing, on her way to her house. Questions filled her acheing head. How was she going to raise two kids alone? She could barely take care of herself these days and if it wasn't for Nick looking after his sister DHS would have most likely taken them away by now. They pulled into the garage of her duplex and the officer helped her out of the car, steadying her as they walked into the kitchen. "Richard!" she cried as she entered and saw him sitting at the table, blood soaked rag to his forehead. The officer approached him, oblivious to Mary's sobbing "Mr. Edwards we would like to you come with us to the hospital, we need to get you examined." The policeman made a move towards him but Richard stopped him, "No I'm ok, it's just a little cut to my head, I'll be fine." He insisted. "Sir you are going to have to come wit.." Richard broke him off "Look, I am a doctor, I can clean this up myself. I just want to see my wife."
Just then Nick came out of the back of the duplex, rushing over to hug his mother. "Mom? What are the police doing here?" Mary leaned down and kissed his head, pulling him with her out of the kitchen to the hallway leading to his bedroom. "We need to go check on your sister." She calmly said, the sound of her husband being read his rights was barely audible. This was his second offense of DWI. Her life had officially hit the proverbial rock bottom.
User Reviews
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-06-17 13:46:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
email me and let me know how the synthetic pee goes. I have never met a guy with hotter urine woo baby! (ugh, I did NOT just say that)
luminousashley.at.yahoo.com
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-06-17 13:30:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
ok i wasn't going to bring up the added point of view thing but if you must....
in a totally unrelated story, i took my synthetic peepee (5 words i have not ever used together before) to the lab to give a sample today and the fucking heat thing they gave me made it like 104 degrees!! hahaha the lady almost didn't let me leave thinking i was suffering from a major fever. i go back with normal temperature whiz in a few minutes. wish me luck people.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-06-17 13:16:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Um -2 for me. Try 3 perspectives. I guess one of my personalities wanted a perspective too.
Clinically Retarded? Doubtful. Have you and Simba been hanging out again? Hmmm?
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-06-17 13:01:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great story!
Technically, you can't get charged with DWI if you leave the scene though. "I was so upset because I wrecked my car, so I ran home and pounded a bottle of whiskey" is a viable excuse in court.
Anyway, Awesome story.
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2004-06-17 12:56:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF I'm not..oh wait you already said.
+2 for a good story.
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-06-17 12:51:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
thanks yes, ash... but once again i put my shit up, inintentionally, against JMG. am i clinically retarded?
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-06-17 12:44:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked all three. Good premise, the same story from 4 perspectives. Thank you for finishing.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2004-06-17 12:41:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good tale
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-06-17 12:27:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
WTF!?!?!?!?!!? I'm not reading all of that!!
I said it first.