- Education and Science
A Depleted Juliet
As you have read about my escape from A-town to move south to meet my father something had happened that forced me to go. I had knew about my dad for 3 years now but had no interest in meeting him. Why? Because I felt no need, I did without him for 21 years of my life what was he going to do for me then? When I say things happen for a reason is because they are God sent reasons. There are no coincidences in life everything is purpose.
I was 21 years old and had an 11 month old son, his name is Abel. I was in and out of my grandmother’s house because my baby’s father wasn’t capable of sustaining a foundation for my son and I. He was a drug and sex addict for 16 years then. He was only 29 at this time. I decided I wanted to make a home for me and my son and worked 2 jobs. I was a sale associate for a retail company J.C.Penny and I did data entry for a pluming company during the day. I had no other choice but to work two jobs to try and make ends meet for my son and me. I found the ability and strength to move out on my own and left the door open to my baby’s daddy at the time to move in or not. He was unstable, emotionally and physically. Drugs and sex drove him to destruction. He made the decision not to move in but stayed here and there at his own discretion. He would watch our son here and there when he found time.
I went to work on a Wednesday morning and everything was fine he had the day off from work but told me to find a sister for our son because he had errands to run. I agreed and took my son to my grandmother’s house and left him there until I got off of work. I finished up my day job to immediately after starting my evening job. I couldn’t afford a land line back then because I was barely starting to live on my own so it wasn’t within my means. A cell phone was completely out of the question as well. He picked me up from one job to drop me off at the next he hadn’t picked my son up yet and of course he was already high. I specifically told him to go get the baby and head home he shouldn’t be driving that way, and to pick me up at 12 midnight.
12 o’clock came and he was not outside my job. I sat on the curb of the mall where J.C.Penny was and waited with a co worker of mine that I was supposed to give a ride home. Well we sat outside for almost 2 hours with no way of me reaching him. I was hot and heated and worried sick. He finally pulled up and I got in and of course he was higher than before. We sat in silence not wanting to argue in front of my co worker. He was a manager at Toys R Us so he worked graveyard he had to be at work at 2:30am so we drove to drop him off and my baby was sound asleep in his car seat like a little angel. I go about my way to drop my co worker and drive home and by this time it is now about 3 am. I lay my baby down in his play pin and noticed the closet light on which was odd because I had turned it off in the morning before I left to work. I notice the video camera out of its protective case and the red battery indicator light flashing. I pulled it out and my heart began to pound, my hands all shaky and my palms all sweaty. I played the camcorder to find nothing; I then became curious and rewinded the tape. I pushed down on the play button and watched through the little screen my baby’s father undressing another woman on my bed. My heart broke at that moment into two pieces. It went further; I couldn’t believe the nerve he had to do that in my home.
I got my son and I drove off to his work I threw the camcorder at him and broke down into tears and just couldn’t believe what I had just seen. I drove off into the night and sped home and crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep. He decided to leave work and come to my house and check up on me and started to fight with me he hit me a few times and I was able to manage to call his ex girlfriend which is his daughters mother and asked her to come and help me get him out of there. She showed up shortly after and I managed to get him out and as I was walking in and he walking out he kicked me in the stomach and dropped me to the ground. I was down for a good 5 minutes I want to say. I ran inside to use the phone to call 911 but he had already ripped the cord out of the wall.
I was too scared to fall back to sleep so waited for day to break. I showered and refreshed myself and went to work. I started receiving harassing phone calls and threats from him to watch myself because when he saw me he was going to harm me and the home I had was no longer a home. I got frightened and asked my boss if I could leave home early, they were aware of the harassing phone calls and threats and supported me while I was there. I called a really good friend of mine and she come get me and take me home to see what exactly he was referring to, me not having a home. As I pull up the car isn’t there so I was happy he wasn’t at my place as I turn the key and walk in the house smells like bleach and everything was torn to shreds. My couches where stabbed to death, television screen shattered, end tables and coffee tables broken. I entered my kitchen dishes shattered all over the floor mini blinds cut with scissors, a glass dining room table shattered to itty bitty pieces. My bedroom oh god help me at this point, mattresses stabbed and sliced with the cotton everywhere, all my clothes bleached. Well he left my son and me with nothing. What else to do then to fall to the ground and cry everything I worked for gone and taken by the hands of the one I loved and cherished.
My best friend Annabel managed to help me get up and make it to the door as we reach the door he appears in the hall of the apartment complex he pushes her out of the way and grabs me by my neck and extended his arm up to pin me to the wall so he could strangle me. My friend started to kick and punch him so he could let me go. I felt like if he was some sort of incredible hulk because of the strength he had, I was pretty sure it was the drugs that helped him with the strength. She finally managed to get him away from me and we ran. The police were called and I was red all over from crying, they couldn’t tell if he had hit me so they asked if I wanted to press charges. I didn’t, I couldn’t. The police escorted him out and a police report was made and I was driven to my mom’s house. That instant my mom decided this was enough she made the call to get me out of the Los Angeles County and into the San Diego area.
A restraining order was placed and I left with nothing but a bag of new under clothes my mom bought for me and my son and a bag of clothes I was able to salvage. I was on my way to meet a man called my dad for the first time which I needed most that very second.