WARNING
The following chapter contains acts of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. These acts may be triggers to some readers. Please continue with caution.
Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration of being alive. It is a reflection of living another year, and the accomplishments that go with it. Some see it as a time for reflection, looking back on how much you have grown as a person. I truly believe that no one thinks that they are going to come face to face with death on their birthday. Fate is a tricky beast though and sometimes she has to bite you in order to push you over the ledge and into your destiny.
I was abruptly awakened on my birthday to the feeling of Jax straddling me, and cold metal being pressed against my temple. My breathing stopped, in fact it felt as if time i
I crawled into the bathroom incredibly sore from everything that occurred this morning. What a hell of a way to be spending a birthday. I did not even bother trying to keep quiet. I ran warm water in the sink, a vain attempt to wash him off my body. Disgust, shame, and anger broiled up inside of me that I soon found myself emptying the contents of my stomach in the toilet.My mind and my emotions are in a hurricane storm within my body. The tears flow freely, I do not even bother trying to wipe them away. I have no idea where I am going to go, but I know that I need to get out. The truth literally hit me in the face this morning. Even living in a shelter would be better than this.Walking back into the room, I am relieved that Jax is still passed out, snoring loudly still clutching the gun in his hand. I quickly grab my go bag, which is packed with a few clothes and important papers. I do not bother to close the doo
The kids were excited as I pulled into Emily’s driveway. Levi commented that she had enough space to run dirt bikes, and four wheelers on. Looking around I had to admit that I was slightly jealous of the space that Emily did have. The farm was easily twenty acres of land, and Levi was right it was perfect for dirt bikes, and other off-road toys.Emily was standing in the driveway waiting for us as we got closer to the house. The kids jumped out of the car excited to explore the new area. Emily walked over and embraced me as I got out of the car. For a brief moment in time, I knew I was safe. As I wrapped my arms around her, I allowed the tears to flow freely from my eyes. I knew that Emily understood everything that I was going through, and that she would not mind me getting her sweatshirt wet with my tears. She held me tight until the tears subsided some.“Alright so I have dug out some popcorn and gathered some movies that the kids might like. I figured t
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Mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted there are no words that could describe the relief I felt as four police cruisers pulled up to the house. Jax was a strong man, but there was no way that he could take all the officers on. In that moment, I realized that this truly was the end to my living nightmare. I stayed sagging against the car as I watched two police officers go after Jax to calm him down and two officers came over to speak to me.Once the officers got close enough to see my face, they immediately asked me if I needed an ambulance. I told them no, but the other officer insisted on calling the paramedics to check me out. One officer started asking me questions regarding what occurred, while the other one started to write down my answers in a small spiral bound notebook that he pulled from his breast pocket. A few moments into the interview we were interrupted by yelling.I looked over to where the officers had followed Jax and could see that he was st
As we loaded the last of the large furniture into the trucks, I found myself once again thanking everyone there, especially Emily. Thanks to everyone’s generosity I was feeling relieved that we were able to get the large furniture out, and anything of high dollar value that belonged to either myself or the kids. I was relieved that if Jax did get out of jail soon, that anything that we were not able to grab right now could be replaced.The kids were excited as we started moving stuff into our new house. Even though today had started horribly, it was beginning to be a lot better. Since the house was a three bedroom the boys agreed to share the largest room, Olivia opted for the smallest room, which left me with the room closest to the bathroom. I was just happy to be out of that nightmare. Emily had another surprise waiting for me at the house. One of her coworkers was selling a queen size bed, and since Emily knew that I no longer had a bed she had bought it and had it
I tried laying down in the bed again once I got everything unload. Sleep still eluded me. The bed was cold, large and empty. I thought about calling Daisy in to lay with me, but she looked cute curled up with Olivia. Thinking that perhaps having too much space was the problem, I grabbed my makeshift pillow and blanket and headed for the couch. The couch was not very comfortable, but the exhaustion finally caught up to me and soon I drifted off to sleep.I found myself locked in a nightmare. I was back at Jax’s house, he had just gotten released from jail. In the dream he was much taller, and his muscles were bulging. He had caught me there removing more of my stuff from the home. He had me trapped in the kitchen, as he had done so many times before. This time he had his gun with him. I could feel the cold metal once again pressed to my temple this time though he pulled the trigger.The dream startled me awake in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding, and it felt li
I was glad that I knew realistically that life was not going to be normal for a while, even if it irked me. Over the next few days my phone rang continuously. The victim assistance advocate wanted me to come in and watch a movie about the court proceedings that would be happening. The child services worker wanted yet another statement from me, and from my children. There was a detective that wanted to speak with me. I had to answer more questions from Officer Connor. The prosecuting attorney wanted to ask me a few questions as well. Jayce was not kidding when he said that I would have to tell this horrific story over and over.The best news that I received was that Jax had been to court and the judge was not immediately releasing him. Officer Connor had spoken personally in court about how Jax had swung at an officer and had to be hit with a taser before they could arrest him. This allowed me a little breathing room to ensure that I was able to get all my things from the hous
Days started to fade into each other. Summer was in full swing and the kids were more settled into the house. I still could not sleep in the bed upstairs, so every night I stayed on the couch and talked to Jayce before exhaustion would finally creep in and overtake me.My first court appearance for Jax was coming up and Jayce knew that I was very nervous about it. He kept my mind occupied by telling me funny stories about the people that would come into his work. I told him about all the interviews, and how I was tired of constantly having to talk about Jax. We started joking more and more about getting together in real life. Due to a change in Jayce’s living situation his parents had his children most days, so he had a lot of free time. I liked the fact that we could talk about hanging out as friends, and Jayce was still not pressuring me into being lovers.Roughly two weeks had passed when one night Jayce and I had an interesting night. I had successfully gotte