ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel

I STILL LOOK FOR YOU - PART 13

Updated on December 12, 2010

whatever parts of you that are left , save them

She couldn’t see the parking lot from her bedroom but she knew it was Bill’s car. She clawed at the register that held the gun but then she heard the door knob turn downstairs and the door open freely. Confused, she started down a few stairs, maybe somehow the weather had turned too bad and Bobby was returning her car and her keys. The Christmas tree blocked her view but something didn’t feel right. She turned, starting back to retrieve the gun when she felt herself being lifted off her feet, his hands around her neck holding her off the floor, pinned to the wall.

“Where is the little fukker you whore? In your bed – hiding under the covers?” Each word was accented with the tightening of his hands around her throat. She tried to claw at his hands, her body useless as it hung from the wall. He dropped his grip smashing his fist into her side as she slid down onto the stairs. She had to get to her bedroom, to the gun. She tried to crawl but he stepped on her back, her head and raged up the stairs, turning on the light in her bedroom.

“Where are you COWARD?” He was tearing the room apart convinced Bobby was there hiding. She heard the closet door fall from the track and prayed the register cover would not fall open, exposing the gun. She prayed harder that somehow the kids would not wake.

Inching backwards down the stairs she tried to get to the phone but ,satisfied there was no one in her bedroom, Bill spotted her and helped her down the stairs with a kick to her face. She landed on her stomach, looking up at the angel on top of the Christmas tree through blood that poured freely down her face. He stepped over her searching the downstairs.

Oh dear God NO, Traci was halfway down the stairs, tears streaming down her terrified face. “Run Traci - run to the neighbors – call 911,” Lynn half stood facing his silhouette in the kitchen doorway.

“That’s right Traci, run to your Bobby – just like your slut mother run run.” Lynn stumbled toward him trying to lift a lamp from on top of the side table to smash into his head, but she was clumsy and slow and he easily took it from her hands holding her arm twisted at a peculiar angle. He shoved her aside like a cobweb that had brushed against his face, and ran from the apartment. Lynn grabbed her keys from the hall closet and half ran, half hobbled after him trying to find Traci. He was running in the direction of Bobby’s apartment … but she couldn’t see Traci.

There was a phone in the small pilot office of the complex. If she could get there, she could call the police if Traci hadn’t able to. Maybe she was in the laundromat, she loved hiding there in games of hide and seek. Lynn turned the corner of the sidewalk just in time to see Bill’s shoulder slam against Bobby’s apartment door which gave like a tree uprooted by a tornado. She knew she could make it to the office now, with him searching an empty apartment.

She ran down the sidewalk, holding her side and her face, and stopped, blood drained from her brain, leaving her unable to take a breath. The lights were on in Bobby’s apartment and loud voices, including Traci’s, fell out into the night through the open door.

Jake, stunned and with an eye beginning to swell, was on the floor in front of the sofa, Traci and Bill in the kitchen, her pleading and him crying. Lynn ran past Jake and entered the kitchen trying to survey the scene and comprehend what was taking place. Traci was keeping her distance but was pleading with her step-father to leave and trying to tell him Bobby had Mom’s car and wasn’t even in town. He, slobbering drunk, was tearfully recounting all of her mother’s sins. Lynn placed herself in front of him and asked if he would leave now, motioning behind her back for Traci to get out of there.

“Here!” Bill spied a large knife left out from cutting a pizza and grabbed for it. “Kill me, just go ahead and do it. Stab me in the back like you already have. You hate me don't you? You hate me! Here - stab me!”

Lynn heard Jake’s car trying to start and needed to stall. “No, of course I wouldn’t hurt you Bill. Please, you need to calm down, think this through now and just go home. Go and rest, you look so tired.” The engine fired and gears stripped into reverse. Dear God, let Traci remember Tim is alone in the apartment.

“Tired? Bill heard the car too, “Tired? Yes – tired of your lies your tricks, tired of you taking everything from me, my job, my son!” He was advancing towards her now, the knife still in his grip.

Stacy ran, with every ounce of energy she could gather, she ran. And she reached the office door, unlocked it and slammed it – almost shut – before his weight hit the door throwing her back like so much wadded paper. No bothering with the light this time. The room was small and illuminated enough from the street light nearby. His hands found their mark around her neck easily and pounded her head over and over into the wall. The vice tightened and she could feel herself beginning to lose consciousness. But then the knife, the pointed end pushing lightly into her throat, as he spoke. His voice was a soft sing song of insane babblings. “I’ve talked to you Mother and your sister. They both know you’re no good, a slut. I deserve better than you. They hate you, the kids hate you. You know that right? RIGHT?!!” The knife tip goes a little deeper. “But I told them how I’ve tried with you, taking you back when you take my son - MY SON AWAY FROM ME”. He had grabbed a handful of hair now and banged her head again. “Because I love you. I have loved you and you see don’t you?

Lynn thought she saw crimson lights, maybe it was blood in her eyes.

“You understand don’t you,” whispering now, “that if I can’t have you" …. The knife is turning sideways now and starting to press. POUND POUND POUND – "no one can.”

"OPEN THE DOOR – Barrington Police Department – OPEN THE DOOR."

Comments

Submit a Comment

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    I linked a hub done by Laurie Dawn (see below). Go to the top of you hub and click on edit. Then on the right hand side you'll see a list of choices, on being "link". I just copied and pasted the url of her hub into the space and then hit create a link, if I remember correctly and then wrote a view words as a title so people would understand what they were being linked to.

    Let me know if you have any troubles.

  • Healing Touch profile image

    Laura Arne 

    7 years ago from Minnetonka, MN

    Poohgranma,

    I knew you were moved by the poem. I am so glad you will let me link it. Can you tell me how we do that?

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    Oh my, yes, it would be my honor and I need to go read it right now.

    Well, DUH, I have read it and forgot that it was your poem. You can tell from my comment I was VERY moved by it. It was so intense and the hate just rose up in me when I read it, as it does as you read this series. Again, I would be very honored to have the two linked.

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    Oh my, yes, it would be my honor and I need to go read it right now.

  • Healing Touch profile image

    Laura Arne 

    7 years ago from Minnetonka, MN

    Poohgranma

    First of all my heart cries with you. We are two women that have had the same excruciating experience with abuse. I am so very proud of how you handled everything under all that pressure. It is amazing how we can still go on under such stress.

    I am so glad your ok and that he did not win. I know it is still hard and our wounds will always be there in some sort of way. God Bless you my dear friend, I know you have a special place in heaven after how hard you fought for you and your kids. I would be honored if you would let me put your link on my poem on violence. The one called "The Whisper That Became a Roar"

    Your so loved.

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    He had every intent of killing me that night. His jealousy and having lost his power over me had sent him over the edge.

  • Minnetonka Twin profile image

    Linda Rogers 

    7 years ago from Minnesota

    Wow, pooh, I am holding you in my arms right now. I wish I could've been there. He is a coward to be so violent and controlling. I am so glad the cops are at the door.

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    Ah, stars, I sure could have used your help but I survived and God always keeps me safe now. Peace and safety mean so much to me and are such a blessing. I don't mind living in a small town these days for the quiet we have most of the time. It's a pain to drive 27 miles in and 27 miles back when I do my serious grocery shopping and running errands but, over all, as long as we can keep gas in the vehicle, it's worth the drive. :) God bless you too dear sweet man and you precious family.

  • stars439 profile image

    stars439 

    7 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

    Dear Poohgranma : I wish I would have been there to help you Dear Heart. I swear To God, I would have. We all love you very much. And we will love you forever. God Bless You.

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    You are very kind - thank-you

  • QudsiaP1 profile image

    QudsiaP1 

    7 years ago

    Poohgranma, you are a brave strong woman and an even better writer.

    Write it down, get it out of your system.

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    I have added a link, with her permission to Laurie Dawn's Hub about Domestic Abuse. She tells of the pain that remains long after the perpetrator is out of the picture. This is only to add to the awareness we all need to have for ourselves and each other.

  • profile image

    ralwus 

    7 years ago

    Some hearts are just like that. Born to violence in rage. Shyt. this was really scary stuff. Must move on now.

  • Scarlett My Dear profile image

    Scarlett My Dear 

    7 years ago from Missouri

    I knew it was coming, Pooh, but I hate to see it!

    You have lived through this horror and are releasing it one word at a time. So proud! So proud!

    I am wrapping my arms around you and wishing you peace.

    ~Scarlett

  • Poohgranma profile imageAUTHOR

    Poohgranma 

    7 years ago from On the edge

    It was down right ugly, it's true. I like to have never got it published and it gnawed at me for days just sitting there for me to read over again. But it's done now and I'm glad - both the incident and getting it out here and published. Hard enough to write let alone the darned waiting, but they keep busy with all of the hubs to review.

  • SomewayOuttaHere profile image

    SomewayOuttaHere 

    7 years ago from TheGreatGigInTheSky

    ...WOW.......i've chosen awesome for the descriptive writing of course, but it's hard doing that you know - the 'word' after reading your hub...such violence...i can't even imagine it Pooh...another big big big hug from me....

working

This website uses cookies

As a user in the EEA, your approval is needed on a few things. To provide a better website experience, hubpages.com uses cookies (and other similar technologies) and may collect, process, and share personal data. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so.

For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at: https://hubpages.com/privacy-policy#gdpr

Show Details
Necessary
HubPages Device IDThis is used to identify particular browsers or devices when the access the service, and is used for security reasons.
LoginThis is necessary to sign in to the HubPages Service.
Google RecaptchaThis is used to prevent bots and spam. (Privacy Policy)
AkismetThis is used to detect comment spam. (Privacy Policy)
HubPages Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide data on traffic to our website, all personally identifyable data is anonymized. (Privacy Policy)
HubPages Traffic PixelThis is used to collect data on traffic to articles and other pages on our site. Unless you are signed in to a HubPages account, all personally identifiable information is anonymized.
Amazon Web ServicesThis is a cloud services platform that we used to host our service. (Privacy Policy)
CloudflareThis is a cloud CDN service that we use to efficiently deliver files required for our service to operate such as javascript, cascading style sheets, images, and videos. (Privacy Policy)
Google Hosted LibrariesJavascript software libraries such as jQuery are loaded at endpoints on the googleapis.com or gstatic.com domains, for performance and efficiency reasons. (Privacy Policy)
Features
Google Custom SearchThis is feature allows you to search the site. (Privacy Policy)
Google MapsSome articles have Google Maps embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
Google ChartsThis is used to display charts and graphs on articles and the author center. (Privacy Policy)
Google AdSense Host APIThis service allows you to sign up for or associate a Google AdSense account with HubPages, so that you can earn money from ads on your articles. No data is shared unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
Google YouTubeSome articles have YouTube videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
VimeoSome articles have Vimeo videos embedded in them. (Privacy Policy)
PaypalThis is used for a registered author who enrolls in the HubPages Earnings program and requests to be paid via PayPal. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
Facebook LoginYou can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. No data is shared with Facebook unless you engage with this feature. (Privacy Policy)
MavenThis supports the Maven widget and search functionality. (Privacy Policy)
Marketing
Google AdSenseThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Google DoubleClickGoogle provides ad serving technology and runs an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Index ExchangeThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
SovrnThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Facebook AdsThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Amazon Unified Ad MarketplaceThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
AppNexusThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
OpenxThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Rubicon ProjectThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
TripleLiftThis is an ad network. (Privacy Policy)
Say MediaWe partner with Say Media to deliver ad campaigns on our sites. (Privacy Policy)
Remarketing PixelsWe may use remarketing pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to advertise the HubPages Service to people that have visited our sites.
Conversion Tracking PixelsWe may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.
Statistics
Author Google AnalyticsThis is used to provide traffic data and reports to the authors of articles on the HubPages Service. (Privacy Policy)
ComscoreComScore is a media measurement and analytics company providing marketing data and analytics to enterprises, media and advertising agencies, and publishers. Non-consent will result in ComScore only processing obfuscated personal data. (Privacy Policy)
Amazon Tracking PixelSome articles display amazon products as part of the Amazon Affiliate program, this pixel provides traffic statistics for those products (Privacy Policy)