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Ichabod Frenzy - Chapter 36, 37, 38

Chapter 36 - Angelina

 

It has been weeks since I heard from Ursula, and when her assault happened, I was devastated.

 

"Why didn't you call me. If you're lonely or sad?" I asked. 

 

Samantha was with me, and there were tears in her eyes, after Ursula showed us her bruises on her legs and ribs and back on her hospital bed. The assault inside the car was so brutal that left her bruised and spiritually wounded.

 

"Wounded Butterfly can still mend its wings, Ursula. All is not lost," I said.

 

"Wings regrow, Ursula," said Samantha. "We're here because we have to report the crimes."

 

"The men who hurt me this time were reported. Jake took care of that and saw my scars. These are all evidence," said Ursula.

 

"What about Merrick?" said Samantha. "You have to report him, too."

 

"That's justice, Ursula. He hurt you when you were so young," I said. "I didn't know I was going to be hurt by him either."

 

"I'm scared about his family. Jake's shop, my life, and what will happen afterwards," Ursula said.

 

"That you will be hurt?" I asked.

 

"They're billionaires," said Ursula. "When I was raped by Merrick, one of their hit men, followed me. He was a cop, or had a badge for a detective from Denver. He said that if I talked, I'll be killed."

 

"That's a Johnson's thing to do, reminds me of some kind of Italian mafia shit?" yelled Samantha. "Ugh, I want to arrest these rich bastards with too much powers that they abuse the system!"

 

"They somehow know politicians, mayors, more billionaires, more rich people who would hurt me," said Ursula.

"There was a billionaire architecture firm and construction company who sent the fraud detective to hurt me when my Dad won the case against a human trafficker. He built one of the sports-stadium in Denver, and when he heard my Dad put down his friend, that bastard millionaire sent a fraud detective to taunt me at school. Angelina was there. We were at a Starbucks and he sat next to me, and whispered, "if you hurt us, you'll be killed," said Samantha. "They do corrupted crimes like this all the time. They need to be put to their place."

 

"The Johnsons and their friends called me on the phone and my Mom picked up and they cussed her out," said Ursula. "That was before I became homeless and I was still living at home with my Mom. My Mom cried and she wanted to hurt herself because I was raped and we were living in a trailer, and we were just so poor and on welfare. They have no remorse."

 

"Do they know the Walton family in Colorado?" asked Samantha. "The constructions companies who hurt me knows them."

 

"I'm sure they all hang around the same circle of friends, and probably in the same sports box at the stadiums watching Denver Nuggets, Denver Broncos, all sorts of things," said Ursula.

 

"So we're fucked!" I said. "If they know the richest family in America and in the world, we're fucked!"

 

"Not so fast, I may be in high school but everyone has rights," said Samantha. "If the Waltons are smart, they'd side with the people. The innocent people who buy their stuff and give them our money to make them rich. That's normal people like you, Ursula, and you, Angelina, and me."

 

"We have to report Merrick," said Ursula. "I'll report him if you both help me."

 

Samantha and I looked at each other, because we thought we would need to convince Ursula for a while before she agreed to report Merrick.

 

"Ursula, are you sure?" I asked. "I know for a fact, Melody was in on it, too."

 

"I was in the way of her rising to the top," said Ursula. "Merrick raped me to get Melody the lead in cheer."

 

"I was in the way of Melody going out with Colin," I said. "I was assaulted by Merrick and his friends because The Johnsons wanted Colin and his international restaurant company to be a part of their family."

 

"Colin is already going out with Melody," said Samantha. "Angelina, you have Ichabod now. don't compare them and don't cry over spoilt milk."

 

"It still hurts the same, because of the assaults. I didn't deserve to be raped at all," I said, tears still flowed down my eyes anyhow. Ursula took my hand, and said to me, "We got each other, sis."

 

Samantha hugged me, and took Ursula's hands and we hugged each other on Ursula's hospital bed.

 

 

 

Chapter 37 - Ichabod

 

 

Saturday morning was always so serene, but this evening will be the night of the Blow Out Party at the fraternity house in CU Boulder. Shane, Fanny, Sunjit, and I will go there with the Longmont and Silvercreek Police Department to bug their party.

 

Michael meditated on the floor of my porch with his sword, and said to me, "I will let you take control of the situation. You won't need me to help this time. I will be at the party with the others." I nodded as I sat on the porch swing with Shane. Michael disappeared and I knew Officer Fineman was going to come soon.

 

Our porch swing was comfortable and Shane and I sat side by side as the swing made a creaking sound as it swung back and forth. Shane looked to me and asked, "What's the plan?"

 

"We're waiting for him, let's wait for a minute," I said. "He's bringing some wireless devices for us tonight."

 

Officer Fineman arrived outside of my gates and nextdoor, I saw the tenants of Leona's former house looking through the windows. I quickly walked towards Officer Fineman and left Shane on the porch swing.

 

"Need help bringing anything inside?" I asked Officer Fineman who got out of his car.

 

"Nope, everything is compartmentalized and some of my officers are on stand-by near the Department. We're ready and getting the van out when it's time. We will be about three blocks away from the frat house," said Officer Fineman. "So, here is the deal, all of you will be ready to perform. When we say we're coming, you get out as soon and as fast as you can. Understood?"

 

Shane looked intently at Officer Fineman, and Fanny opened my doors, and Sunjit was sitting on my sofa when we all came inside my living room. 

 

Officer Fineman had a small box of small patches of stick-on devices. "Here, let's take one of your friends, pick one, Ike," said Officer Fineman.

 

"I pick Sunjit," I said, pointing to my best friend, and as a matter of fact, I think Sunjit, Fanny and Shane were all of my best friends. Now that we were on a mission together to bug the fraternity house.

 

"We stick this on," said Officer Fineman, peeling the stick-on rubber device from its pallatte of devices that came in pairs. "We stick this on his chest, lift up your shirt, Sunjit." Sunjit took off his shirt and Officer Fineman stuck on a device on his lower rib, and another one on his upper chest just between his shoulder blades. "We stick these on these locations, because these aren't suspicious, and your clothes cover them well. We stick these on just like a Salonpas or something like that, and then, we stick these small bugs on them," said Officer Fineman. He took a small black and round device in the size of a cellular battery, and as wide as a SIM card, and peeled off its stick on and paste it on the small patches on Sunjit's torso.

 

"The first peeled on plastic device is the conductor to these bugs, and they turn your body into a huge conductor to become a wireless detector for sound and anything of the sort. We have other ones that were built as small camera bugs, but we don't need that right now. We just need these sound bugs," said Officer Fineman. "Get into the conversation with these men, especially Merrick. Ichabod, I'm relying on your dreams and visions to give the men's descriptions to Sunjit and your friends, so they can speak to them directly."

 

"I saw one African American, another Asian man, and Merrick, and another one who I couldn't make out, perhaps another white guy, but unsure," I confided to my best friends and Officer Fineman. "Angelina will be here in a minute, she can tell you how many people."

 

Angelina stepped into our living room from outside as she just arrived to my house. "There were four I felt in my soul and I sometimes still get triggers about their spirits," Angelina said. "For some reason, the names Eric and Tim made me cringe."

 

"So we listen for Eric and Tim, and Merrick, and another man who is Asian American," said Officer Fineman. "But, there could be just anyone, right, Angelina?"

 

Angelina nodded, and her shoulders rose as she rubbed her forearms and folded them across her chest.

 

"I think Shane should approach Merrick, because Merrick saw me once at his restaurant and Shane is not from Silver Creek High," I said. "Melody knows who I am and she knows Sunjit."

 

"Fanny, can you make sure you don't get too drunk?" asked Shane. "I'm counting on you for the Asian guy."

 

"I'm going to perform though, what am I going to ask the guy? I'm going to bring my feather boas and shit," said Fanny.

 

"Just be grotesquely sexy, like your usual self, and start with anyone you think is cute, and then search for the Asian guy. There can't be too many Asian fraternity guys at the Blow Out, it's a typically white fraternity that Merrick's in," said Angelina. "I know Melody and Merrick only have token Asian friends, in their groups, that's why they called me China Doll, and I'm not sure what they call that Asian guy."

 

"Depends on his ethnicity, right?" I said.

 

"Okay, but don't let anyone rub your torsos that these bugs fall out and don't let anyone get you drunk that you slur your words and you can't get out of the party. Understood?" said Officer Fineman.

 

We each took two rubber stick on conductor and two stick on bugs, then put them in our pockets. Fanny blurted out, "I'm sticking them on my boobies."  We all high fived and Officer Fineman giggled.

 

"So our van is three blocks away, and you can't hear us, but we will be entering as soon as you get a confession from Merrick or the other men. The code word is "Hawks," said Officer Fineman. "We will be sending two officers, younger ones, and they will sweep the floors, and whence they saw you, they'll utter the words and you get out. We will bring in the officers with badges and make an arrest."

 

"What if they don't confess? Merrick is a drinker, and it's going to take a lot of beer to get him to confess," said Angelina. "He's a tall guy, too, and he's been drinking a while."

 

"Shane, can you top him?" I asked. 

 

"I can act like it," said Shane. "I'll probably drop it on the ground and knock it over. I'll bring in my own, and we can add CBD in it, to make him relax."

 

"What are you planning to bring?" Sunjit asked.

 

"My mix of Rum and Bailey's and CBD, and some caramel liquor," said Shane. "It's going to be pretty intoxicating. I learned from my Dad."

 

"YOUR DAD?!" yelled Officer Fineman. "Do I need to talk to him?"

 

"No No...No it's not like that...it's the drinks that got some Japanese girls drunk at the Karaoke bar one night and he told me that there were high humn trafficking in Japan and a lot of rapes and all sorts of things there. They usually get the girls drunk first and offer them coffee or chocolates and it's laced with something,' said Shane. "A lot of shit happens in Tokyo."

 

"No shit!" I said, my eyes wide open. "Good God!"

 

"Well....we have Angelina here, and we're going to get to the bottom of this, because gang rapes happens, but it's a human rights violation and it's a severe crime," said Officer Fineman. "Ike, I trust you, so we're going to do this based on truth and trust and faith. I'm counting on at least one guy to admit to it."

 

"Ike, does Merrick and the men know who you are? or you, Sunjit?" asked Fanny. "Didn't you guys go to the same school?"

 

"Merrick is like god at Silver Creek High, and I know he's not going to remember me and Sunjit. We never interact with Melody, either," said Sunjit. 

 

"We never talk to their group of cheers and players," I said. "Sunjit and I were always the Fantasy Club kids. They won't even know us."

 

"Okay, that's perfect," said Officer Fineman. "So it's almost ten in the morning right now. When does the party start?"

 

"I think about 7 at night," said Shane. "I know the fraternity houses are all prepping there. We have to stay away from there until it's about 8 and we can start performing."

 

"Got it," said Angelina. "We can meet another friend of mine, first. Ursula, Merrick's first girlfriend."

 

"Is she reporting?" asked Officer Fineman.

 

"I'm going to convince her. Right now, she's at the hospital in Longmont," I said. "She texted me. She was hurt again."

 

We all stood in silence and Officer Fineman said, "I never thought these things happened here in Colorado. I thought it was the least of our problems. I know of human trafficking, which was common, but not in Longmont or Boulder, or Northern Colorado. Now, we have assaults everywhere."

 

"It's becoming violent because of the violence that weren't put to justice, I think. There are so many unreported assaults, and all types of violence that were unattended, and the forces of this world tornadoes to swarms of evils spread all over the place. Natural disasters, evil manifesting everywhere, and the Angels among us has to work harder and more ferociously to defend the good," I said. 

 

"I have no idea how you know this, Ike, but I'm going to trust you," said Shane. "My gut said Merrick is an asshole."

 

"I trust Ike," said Officer Fineman. "I've suspected something sinister in that family for a while now, because they seem so rich in a fake sort of way, like they hurt someone before to get there."

 

"How is Leona" asked Sunjit. "Didn't she have a long-winded altercations with the Johnsons?"

 

"They wanted her business," I said. "But, my Dad worked with the Johnsons and Leona so they won't get into each other's way."

 

"Yeah, look what that got you, Ike?" said Fanny. "What does your Dad do?"

 

"He was an engineer, but he became a business owner, supplying gross amounts of supplies to restaurants and businesses."

 

"Restaurant suppliers, Company, like Costco, but for businesses only," said Sunji. "He's got warehouses for them."

 

"Ike, will you be losing your consumers?" Angelina asked. "It's your Dads business'."

 

"I could careless. I mean, don't worry," I said. "I got it covered. I'll tell you later."

 

We all stood in silence. Angelina began to sob, "I'm so scared, Ike, I'm so sorry," she said.

 

"If the rich is above the law, then what is the law for? The chaos will go down to the streets, and the people will be ingrained to harm in order to gain," I said. "That's injustice to its raw form."

 

 

 

Chapter 38 - Ursula

 

 

I supposed there would be time in a woman's life to start over, and it felt like starting over with my life after the hospital released me today. Jake came to pick me up, and we both drove to the shop and then to his apartment.

 

"It's small but will do," he said. He showed me the bedroom, the bathroom, and the living area. "Hey Ursula, let's talk," He said. "I want to be with you, but I don't want to pressure you. We just walk it together, and be honest. If you need space, tell me. You've been through a lot."

 

I looked to his eyes, and there was this sincere man who grew up lucky or as he told me, but inside he knew that his heart was to die for.

 

"I love you," I told him. "You saved my life."

 

I walked to him in the living room, and hugged him around his tout waist, as he wrapped his arms around me. "I want to grow, and learn," I told him. 

 

Jake smiled at me, and told me, "One day at a time, is growing."

 

"I will pick up after myself, and help as much as possible, for the shop and here," I said. 

 

"I'm happy with you safe with me," said Jake. He took my arms and wrapped them over his neck as he kissed me, passionately, and placed his lips slowly to my neck as his hands wandered on my body. For the first time, I wasn't in trauma, and I wasn't afraid, instead, I was relaxed and at peace. I stood breathing slowly in and out and let his lips wander on my body, my neck, my chest, and my stomach, and the rest was blissful romance between Jake and I as we cuddled, made love and he gently loved me and my body.

 

Several hours later, we laid on his bed in each other's arms, and his lips were still kissing me. He massaged my left thigh as I faced his body and I grimaced from the soreness. "It's a loving sensual pain when sex is with someone I love," I told him. "As if women were supposed to bear the pains of sexual intercourse from Eve's mistakes in Eden."

 

"It took both of us, and I'm here," he said, caressing my cheek with his palms. "If she was blamed for everything, mankind won't exist. In a way, you took me out of a damaging relationship from Crystal. She hurt you and Crystal hurt me. She brainwashed me for a time, and I didn't want to be that way again."

 

"Jake, you helped my mental health and well-being," I softly whispered. "Thank you, but maybe we're going too fast?"

 

"I'm here to stay, Ursula," said Jake. "Stay with me. I don't want you to leave."

 

"I'm staying," I answered, confidently. "All of me, loves all of you."

 

"All of my flaws? I'm just a pizzeria owner, and my parents live in Lakewood," Jake said. "We're just a humble family. Not rich, just comfortable, but we love each other. That's what matters most. We won't be glitz or glamour."

 

"You're everything I need. I'm sorry I made all of those mistakes," I cried to him, caressing his cheeks and tracing his eyebrows. "I was so careless."

 

"I promise to forgive, as long as you promise to forgive me, too," said Jake. "I'm not perfect. I am just so in love with you, fpr a year now. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I was in love even when you were carrying that duffel bag after walking from the shelter, looking for a job."

 

"I just wanted to work, and I surrendered to God, asking Him to help me," I said, as I cried to pieces and I realized that miracles had happened to me, and I never appreciated it. I didn't know Jake was compassionate until Crystal made racial slurs towards me. All I knew was that he needed a girl who would dance for him, and didn't mind the Summer heat or the minimum wage with no benefits. I was desperate and so was he. 

 

"I didn't know what would happen with my pizzeria if I didn't bring in customers. I was hoping I'd make it every month," said Jake. "In a way, you saved my life and my business. The pizzeria was all I had. I used up all of my money and was on loans from the bank. If I don't make it per month, I'd be in deep shit."

 

I giggled, and replied, "You didn't think you'd meet anyone in more trouble than you?"

 

"It wasn't your fault. I'm happy you're healing. We'll heal you," said Jake. His hands wandered to my waist, and down my spine, hugging me. "I was crazy about you, since you accepted the job. I didn't want to lose you. So, tell me where you're going, and how I can support you," said Jake. "I'll be here."

 

I breathed in and slowly let my breath out, while kissing him.

 

"I'm not looking anymore," said Jake. "I want you to grow with me."

 

I was the luckiest girl in the world. 

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Ichabod Frenzy - Chapter 35

Chapter 35 - Ursula

 

 

It felt like death was inches away and my life was about to be lifted up to hell when the ambulance arrived. Jake sat beside me near the gurney and I was naked under the cotton blankets with satin lining. The EMTs took Jake's statement and so did the police. They wanted descriptions of the perpetrators and where to find John, as described by me and from my memories of it.

 

I was asleep by the time I was in the hospital and now I woke up a day and a half later, in the early morning of 4 am on a Monday. There was no one here, except for the Certified Nurse Assistant, Marley, and she gave me a chicken broth to sip on because I was hungry but I didn't want to eat anything because I was afraid I might vomit.

 

My headache was still there and I felt so used up, and my body felt abused and battered. My bones hurt, my shoulders felt tense and my legs felt sore. It felt like I was at the gym for hours without water, but it was actually a physical and violent trauma. I never knew I would ever experience this in my whole lifetime.

 

Marley called Jake, because he placed his number as the next of kin, and told them that he was my supervisor at work and my boyfriend. "That's the only reason why we trusted him and let him in the hospital," said Marley. "He said he'll be here in twenty minutes."

 

I tried to stop the tears but it flowed down my cheeks like a dripping faucet from my eyes. I didn't know how to stop it, and I didn't know what to say to Marley, other than, "Thank you."

 

Marley gave me a box of tissues, and told me, "I've had a friend all of my life because she was the only person who believed in me when I was hurt by my father. Her name is Jane, and she has been my best friend since third grade," said Marley. "Jake....Jane, almost serendipitous, don't you think. It might be a sign. That things will work out at the end."

 

My left hand reached my face and I sobbed uncontrollably, dropping tears like rain on my hospital gown and moistening my palms. 

 

"Hey....it's okay. Let it out," said Marley. "It's normal. I'd be scared if you weren't sobbing."

 

I nodded, and said, "Thank you."

 

Marley sat next to me, and asked me, "What was the perpetrator's race?" 

 

"Latinos of some kind. I'm not sure, but I was hurt before too, and he was white, and there were others from the shelter, and they were black. Basically, all men hurt me," I told her.

 

"My Dad was Asian," said Marley. "I'm Hmong. Do you know what that is?"

 

"I think so. Mountains area near Vietnam, Laos...around there," I said. I was hoping I didn't sound too uneducated with being a high school dropout.

 

"Yup," said Marley. "We are a close family, my family, so no one expected what happened to me. People thought I was trying to kill my parents."

 

"How did you get over it?" I asked. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

 

"This was a long time ago, I was in third grade and I'm in my forties now," said Marley. "But, it still hurts. It's time and effort."

 

"Are you married?" I asked. "If it wasn't for Jake, I would have ended my life in self-harm."

 

"No, I'm not married," said Marley. "But, I'm surrendering. It is what it is. When you're older, and realized that life can be okay without a husband, I think you've reached maturity. I make efforts to help myself, and you should to. Don't underestimate yourself, and don't think less of yourself, even with the trauma you endured."

 

"I was raped badly, and I didn't know if I should say anything, but I felt so low, that I was so afraid. I was afraid I'd get in trouble for being raped," I told Marley. "I'm thankful you are so open to me. I thought I was going to cry alone here."

 

"To tell you the truth, every rape victim thought they did something wrong, and that they felt it was their fault and that they were in trouble. It's a strange victim mentality, because we felt oppressed that we were obligated to feel lower, to be at fault, and to be victimized even more," said Marley. "Those are lies. We deserve extraordinary miracles in life. Especially because we were hurt. That's the truth!"

 

I felt her spoke life in to me, and I felt my spirit comforted, that someone wanted me to be better, to feel better, to heal and to progress. Marley wanted me to be healthy and to lean forward to a bright future.

 

"I'm not young, and I don't know if I will have a boyfriend or a husband," said Marley. "But, I know that I deserve someone who values me, and loves me, and wants me because he not only needs me, but wants the best to happen to my life."

 

"I haven't met anyone like that, but Jake is close," I said. 

 

"Jake is biracial isn't he?" asked Marley.

 

I looked down to my palms on my stomach while laying on the bed with my back against two pillows. "I'm worried he's like them, because he said he loved his ex-girlfriend once and she hurt me. I'm worried that because I'm an easy victim, he'll drop me later if I do something wrong."

 

"Do you hurt other people?" asked Marley. "I think Jake thinks for you."

 

"What does that mean?" I asked. "I don't hurt other people, no."

 

"Jake thinks about what you need, and what makes you a better human being. He told me that you work for him, but he was willing to put his name down to make sure you have someone who is responsible as a support system. That's a huge move," said Marley. "If someone is willing to go the long way with you, it means they care about your well-being. Family kind."

 

Tears peaked out and went down my cheeks, because I never knew what it meant to have someone cared for me that much. My own family won't speak to me because I wanted to drop out and take time off. My Dad ran out faster than a laser beam to drop his own family and be careless himself. My Mom acted as if I was her mistake, and every day was a sad day with me. I wished I wasn't born into the family I was born into. I belonged elsewhere, but nowhere, so homeless I was.

 

Jake knocked on the door, and Marley stood up from the chair next to my bed, and dimmed the lights in the room.

 

"It's soothing for serious conversations," said Marley.

 

"Hey....Marley," I looked up to speak to her before she left. "I will keep you in my heart and thoughts."

 

Marley smiled at me, and left to the nurse's station.

 

Jake tapped Marley on her shoulders, and told her, "Pal." Marley high-fived him. Jake sat on the chair where Marley sat, next to my bed, facing me.

 

"Sleep is good for the brain, Ursula," said Jake, taking off his blue cap.

 

"Induced sleep helps too, I hope," I said.

 

"I have a surprise, later," said Jake. His eyes smiled at me, with a shine that lifted high and the wrinkles near his eyes crowed a bit. His endearing face made me smile. 

 

"I'm sorry," I said, blurting out and sobbed again. It felt so bad inside, that he had to see myself in this horrible light. The worst of me, instead of the best of me. I wanted to show Jake I was capable and had a responsible demeanor, someone he could count on, and I failed miserably.

 

"The perpetrators will be sorry," said Jake. "You don't deserve any of this. At all." His smile was gone, and his eyes told me that he did not expect this much suffering either. That he didn't know what happened either.

 

"I just know the Ursula who worked for me, worked hard. She danced that billboard like a pro. She brought in customers, and she was ready to work. You're valuable to me," said Jake. His eyes moistened. "I'm sorry, Ursula. That you were hurt this way. I didn't anticipate this much violence in anyone's life. I never experienced it."

 

"I wish I know what to do," I cried my reply. "I don't know what to do."

 

"And that's okay," said Jake. "Most adults, to tell you the truth, wouldn't know."

 

I just kept crying, and I was so embarrassed, because he saw all of me, broken in my skin, raped and battered as if I was a dead dog by the freeway. But, he patiently waited until I breathed and said to me, "I told you I was an orphan, but my parents never made me feel adopted. I think all they taught me was based on love. That's how life works, Ursula. You just love others, as you love yourself."

 

"I'm not sure I know how," I said. "I know uncontrollable emotions, and suicide attempts, and drinking problems, and pain."

 

"Well....first thing is that sex is not love. They are not the same. Especially, the abuse of sex, is not love. It is called rape," said Jake. "What happened to you was a crime, and it was rape. It was a violent crime, and it was done to you, not by you. You didn't choose it. It forced you down to a broken path, but you're going to heal. That's first. I can write it down later."

 

I knew Jake was smart, but I never knew he was wise. I knew the difference between smart and wise, and often it was arrogance, but he was wise and kind. I really felt lucky to have him as my supervisor, and I hope, boyfriend, although it was unofficial, and only on hospital charts.

 

I stayed silent, because I wanted to listen to him speak life to me.

 

"The surprise is here anytime now," said Jake. He stood up from the chair and looked outside the room. A few moments later, a familiar face came in, and I screamed!

 

"Barbara!!!!! Oh, My, GOD!!!!" I yelled. Barbara Paradiso walked in with her support dog, a large golden doodle.

 

"I brought Bessie with me," said Barbara. Barbara Paradiso and I met her when I sought help from Safe House Boulder, and she helped me with therapy and spoke to me, many a times, about life and how to learn to cope with violence.

 

My eyes were wide open, and Jake laughed and said, "You looked like you just saw a ghost!"

 

"I have chocolate, dark ones," said Barbara. She gave me a small box of Dove Chocolate, and I quickly opened it and devoured one at a time. 

 

"I wish I spoke to you more often," I said, with tears in my eyes, wishing for time to come back and our friendship wasn't so short, although it has been 15 years.

 

"Well...I'm busy and you're busy dancing on the street, as Jake told me," Barbara said. "How do you manuever those things? They look heavy."

 

"Not really, foam boards with handles behind it," I said. 

 

"I'll leave you two in conversation," said Jake. "Ursula. I'm here. Always. And I'll be here."

 

I smiled at him, and told him, "I want to be with you here." 

 

"Good," said Jake. He tapped the doorway, and walked out of the room. "I'll be back. Enjoy."

 

Barbara sat on my bed near my feet, and held my hands. "How are you, dear?"

 

I took her hands, and put them on my forehead, and I cried and cried, and cried. Barbara looked at my face, and told me, "It's healing. It breaks 10 calories a minute."

 

I told her, "I don't know how many girls and women understand me."

 

"They all need to understand you," said Barbara. "You deserve happiness, Ursula."

 

"As you, and I am so happy you married, and found true love, and had a beautiful daughter, had a pregnancy and gave birth, and you're stable. I miss you, so much. I wish I can sit on that chair again, in front of you, and talk about life with you," I told her. 

 

"I think your story is a long one, a saga," Barbara said. "But, it has a happy ending."

 

"How do you know?" I cried my question out, because I wasn't sure what life would look like now. Everything felt so uncertain, and I was so broken, in all of my nakedness, I was assaulted and beaten and left for dead like the rats of New York. I was a long story that no one would read.

 

"I know, because if I'm important and true, then so are you," said Barbara Paradiso. "I've made it my life's mission to end violence. And you're an instrument of my peace."

 

"Am I important to you, Barb?" I asked. I felt Barbara was my guiding light, and I was the little girl she helped along the way. There must be millions of us in the world, because of Barbara Paradiso's bravery, talent, hard work and grit, truth, wisdom, and knowledge.

 

"You owe it to this world, to know how important you are," said Barbara. "People are born important. Life is important. You willing to keep living is important. You helping others, through your work is important. You are important."

 

"Barb, you're important to God, because you saved so many lives along the way," I told her.

 

"It takes one to know one," said Barbara. "I'm happy you woke up from the long nap after the assault. Some women didn't. Some women died."

 

I took her hands, and kissed them. "Thank you for your heart, Barb." I said. I meant every word.

 

"Jake thanked me, too," she said with a smile. "He's a good man. I'm happy you met him. Keep working for him as a billboard master. It's good exercise."

 

I laughed, and Barb said, "You giggled."

 

"That was me, laughing, Barb," I said to her. 

 

"It was a giggle, Ursula," she said, laughing.

 

Jake walked in, and told us, "The doc said, a week, and mental health follow up, and bed rest. Ursula, I'll put my apartment as your future home. It's a two bedroom."

 

"Thank you, Jake," I answered. 

 

Barbara smiled. It was worth a zillion dollars in heaven and Earth, that no one could take away from me.

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Ichabod Frenzy - Chapter 33

Chapter 33 - Angelina

 

"We have to do something different today," said Daisy. "We're doing therapy with Debra from Colorado Horse Rescue."

 

"Equine Therapy, you mentioned that before," I said. It has been several months with the Canine Therapy, and Animal Therapy, but with Equine Therapy, I'd have to be brave.

 

"Try not to get anxiety and breathe," said Daisy.

 

Daisy drove us inside her black Prius to Longmont, and it wasn't long before we reached the country side further from the city, closer to the Loveland areas. We saw horse ranches, farms, green grass and tall green trees that helped me felt safer, peaceful, and less burdened. It felt carefree and although there was no cell phone reception, Daisy and I were in bonding.

 

"I didn't tell Deb what happened," said Daisy. "It's not her job to be your therapist, remember, but you can tell her your anxieties, and your fears. She isn't trained in counseling, but she is trained in violence prevention and trauma informed care. It's different than therapy. She is sort of a para-professional in counseling, but not a professional counselor. If you can understand me? I hope you're not scared."

 

"I'm not scared. I just have the tendency to over-share, I think. It's hard to control my emotions, and I just overload someone and I didn't mean to. They end up ghosting me," I confided, with all of my truth.

 

There were so many times when I truly wanted to share something to Daisy, about being taunted and bullied because I felt lesser than normal since the assault, and especially, being Asian American. I felt lesser than Asian, and lesser than every race or ethnicity, and lesser than human. I felt like the girl everyone hated, the ones who gets kicked around because she was different, completely in contrast to the Angelina "China Doll exoticized" Lee that perhaps people had inside their minds because I was Chinese and dating Colin. Now, I was always scared, always humiliated, and excluded because I was compared to other women who were more capable, without mental illness.

 

"I came to the realization that you being an only child, might have something to do with that. If you had supportive siblings, you might be able to share with your brother or sister, but since you're all alone, you tend to feel alone a lot," said Daisy. "You feel unsupported a lot. It makes you shaky doesn't it?"

 

"I can only load so much to Samantha, and she gets overwhelmed, too," I said. "She is only human, and I think she's normal and it's okay for her to say she can't take the negative or the trauma. She needs a break. If I don't have anyone to share, most days, I'm so alone."

 

"Well, with Equine Therapy, we have the horses to relieve ourselves to. They have a huge heart, and literally, ten times the size of ours, and with that, comes a more grounding capability compared to dogs But with dogs, even with their small hearts, they can be with you constantly. Horses can't. Believe it or not, the heart and its peace is the source of grounding sensation and spiritual healing. If you can ground yourself with a horse, you can help yourself to control your emotions."

 

"Do they hug?" I asked.

 

"Yes, and oh, you will love them. Once, when I was getting treatment with Deb, a horse named Diamond, and Cupcake hugged me and I bonded with them. I felt their heart beating in sync with mine, and I felt my heart become stronger," said Daisy.

 

"It's a huge help, and I love horses. Can we ride them?" I asked.

 

We arrived at the Colorado Horse Rescue site and the first thing we saw were the trailer and office entrance, leading to the barns and the farms. 

 

"You won't be able to, and they're also abused and neglected horses. Some were sick, and some were treated badly, and the ones we work with will be the ones that Deb worked with after their healing process were completed," said Daisy.

 

A pretty and fit woman with a button-down jeans shirt, denim pants with buckled boots came out of the trailer office. 

 

"You'll like her, she's right there waiting for us," said Daisy. "She's nice and honest."

 

"Hi, how are you?" said Debra. We shook hands as she met me outside the office. "Let's join the group."

 

"Angelina is one of the new girls, Deb," said Daisy. "A critical case, if you don't mind me being truthful, Angel." Daisy told Debra and Debra nodded to Daisy. "I'm going back and will pick you up later, Angel," said Daisy. to me "Enjoy the day."

 

"We have three other women with us," said Debra to me. "We will do some ice-breakers first, then go outside."

 

"Thank you, Debra, for accepting me," I said. "Thank you, Daisy." I waved to Daisy as she drove off.

 

I walked in with Debra and we sat around the table towards the back of the office, behind the organization T-Shirt store.

 

"We should introduce ourselves, and talk about what gives us peace," said Debra.

 

We each discussed different methods of healing after we each introduced our names and our jobs, and where we all originated from. 

 

"Now, let's share about how we came to Colorado," said Debra. All the group members talked about our past, our histories, and our familiarity with Colorado and the Rocky Mountains.

 

"Now, let's just dive deeper," said Debra. "What gave us trauma, and where were you at the time?"

 

Each person took time to discuss our own traumas, and shared as much as we felt we needed.

 

"Notice we shared only at the level of our comfort," said Debra. "With some of us, we are so much more cautious, and for others, we share as much as we felt we need to get everything out of our chest. It's different for everyone and no one is wrong in doing so. It's about healing, not judging."

 

We did a few breathing exercises, and the long and short breath of it. Then, we discussed the different methods of communications, what and how and how much we can talk and share, and how to break down the anxieties of fears and worry, which was two of the most common crutches the group had suggested we discussed. How to communicate our vulnerabilities, and how to know to trust, and what to do and what to avoid. How to resolve our own differences with others, internally, spiritually, then psychologically and physically.

 

It was several hours until we went outside. The Equine Therapy was a weekend full of learning, sharing, bonding, and talking. 

 

"We can start with Diamond. She's older, and a bit more fragile, but she's soft inside," said Debra. "Just stand next to her, and if she felt your fear, she will step back. If you're hostile, she will fight back, but we're not doing that, so be as gentle as you can with her. Try to be stable, if you can breathe in first, and try to have some control of your soul and spirit."

 

I stood about a foot in front of her, and Diamond stepped closer. She placed her nuzzle on my hand. "Hold her cheeks, Angel. She's ready to be your friend," said Debra. "You have a fan."

 

Diamond took her left foreleg and wrapped me around my waist with her leg. I closed my eyes, and embraced her, and felt her heart beating. For a minute, I was inside the dark with my eyes closed, but no longer in darkness. I was afraid of what happened to me, but I was not fearful of life. I was in peace inside the dark and felt peace when I opened my eyes. I was in peace with my eyes closed and my eyes open.

 

"That's a strange sensation," I said to Debra. "I felt sweetness inside my soul. As if something so kind held me together."

 

"That's her soul. Most animals are kind. They speak kindness, and it is only during hunting and being hunted will they become feral if they must," said Debra. "But, if they felt safety. And this is true for humans too, they feel stable and safe, then they're kind. Is that true with you all?"

 

"Yeah, I feel safe with Diamond," said a girl in our group.

 

"I felt her sweetness, too," said another.

 

"I felt at peace with my eyes closed and open. I've never felt that before. I usually cry when my eyes are closed, and fears when my eyes are open," I told Debra.

 

"No fears, no doubts. Just keep going, keep shining. You're meant for the light," said Debra. "The next session, we will hold the horses with some saddle, and we can get closer to them with the saddle on and lead them to teach them to jump over a course."

 

"How do you get rid of the fears?" I asked.

 

"You have to train yourself. Trauma is very specific to the brain, and it shakes our cores and the functions of our souls. But, we can retrain our brains and our spirit, by being educated and aware of our responses to it. Through reading, through therapy, through communications, through relationships, through meditation and words of comfort. You get better. You will feel safer, because most of time, it's a sensation and feeling that alludes us, not a factual happening, unless you're living in war at this time, then you have to move out of the place you're in," said Debra. "Since we have resources for the healing. We all have the right to heal, and to gain safety and treatment and therapy to heal."

 

I felt a step closer to healing, and to a life closer to a bright future.

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Ichabod Frenzy - Chapter 32

Chapter 32 – Ursula

 

James called, and he wanted to go out for sushi, with me, tonight. His strong jaw and handsome faced brunette with deep set eyes made me smile because he was hot and he asked me out. I finished my shift at the grocery store and hurried to the teen homes and went to community shower and washed the left-over cabbage scent on my body. I wore my black leggings and mini skirt with a tight red top to Jake's Pizza on my bike. It wasn't far, but it was a stretch from my shelter. I saw James waiting in his white Dodge Ram pick-up truck.

 

"Thank God, I thought he was going to stood me up," I said to myself. "A good night for me, please. First date since Merrick."

 

"Gorgeous, are you ready?" said James.

 

"Yes, thank you for coming," I said. "I was afraid you weren't going to show up."

 

"I wouldn't do that. I was the one who asked you," said James.

 

"I rode my bike, so I hope the place isn't far and it's okay for you to drive us?" I asked.

 

"Yes, we can drive back from there, or if the date goes well, we can still stop by my place," said James, with a wide smile and white teeth.

 

"We'll see," I said. I felt pushed by his inuendo of going back to his place after the date.

 

"Let's go," said James.

 

The drive took five minutes with Iwajima located close by. It was scant with customers but the ambiance was beautiful. Black furniture and dim lights with just the bright sepia lanterns as decors and small vases of fresh Gerber Daisies and baby's breaths. He picked a table by the sushi bar, and said, "I wanted to show you this beautiful drink. It's their specialty. Asamamurasaki, or Japanese purple rice wine."

 

"Sake? It's hard liquor," I said. I wasn't ready for it, but it's been a decade since I was on a nice date, that I was willing to try everything for the first time. "Is it sweet?"

 

"It's divine," said James.

 

I smiled, and told him, "I'll try a little."

 

The waitress came and shared the menus on the table as he ordered sashimi on a boat and miso soups with the infamous Asamamurasaki.

 

"Where do you work?" James asked. "Besides Jake's?"  

  

"The grocery store in Louisville, and it's a great job," I answered.

 

"Yeah? It pays the bills?" asked James. "That's what's important, right?"

 

I looked to the table and felt shamed because I was a minimum wage worker and worked two jobs compared to his career. "What do you do?" I asked him.

 

"I work at Kinko's as a manager there," said James. "It's an international franchise. I know the higher up district and regional managers. It's been good."

 

"I see, and that's more than just bills. It's got extra bonus play money in every paycheck," I said.

 

"Play money?" James asked.

 

"Yeah, the extra money to buy charcoal masks, or a sweet watermelon to treat yourself," I said.

 

"Honey, no money is play money," said James. "Or you will get played."

 

I sat back in my chair and felt as if I was in trouble, reminding me of the time when my teachers would put me on the spot for not doing my homework. I smiled at him, and realized he was more experienced than my 21 years of age. I didn't know anything, except rape and homelessness.

 

"Do you think you have baggage?" asked James.

 

"Baggage?" I asked.

 

"Yeah, I have baggage, like life issues," he said. "Everyone's got something."

 

"Of course, I do," I answered. "I sometimes feel bad for having them, but I'm thankful I'm alive."

 

"Well, if you have baggage, that's the baggage you'll carry for the rest of your life," said James.

 

I felt my eyes moistened and I looked to my hands folded in front of me, as I realized that I was more a victim than a young adult. My issues of trauma and rape were deeply fused with family issues, self-esteem issues, work issues with some sexual harassments, and so many more. James was right, I told myself, I had a lot of baggage and it would be with me for the rest of my life.

 

The waitress came back with the order, and James said, "Waitress, the Asamamurasaki, please?"

 

I looked to him and asked, "Is that the purple rice wine?"

 

He nodded, and said, "It's something to celebrate. For an evening, we can take our baggage away with just dinner. Shall we?" He poured some teas into our beautiful ceramic cups and began to dine with some sashimi, and he took a salmon piece and fed it to me. "Delicious, I'm letting you take this from me," he said.

 

Tears dropped to the table as I faced down because the thoughts of baggage and issues permutated inside my head and I felt miniscule compared to James who was a manager of an international franchise.

 

"What's wrong honey?" he asked and didn't take the sashimi into my mouth.

 

"Just some trauma issues," I answered. "I've been having some issues from the past."

 

The waitress came back with the Purple Rice Wine, Asamamurasaki, and two sake cups.

 

The clear tall bottle had some twirls of lemon zest and sparkler cubes inside the bottom of the bottle. James asked the waitress to do her trick as she placed some sugar crystals into the glass bottle to sweeten the sake wine, and the sugar crystals glittered its way down. James poured the sake into our cups and the frozen cubes of ice inside our sake cups gave a mist up towards our chest. I wanted to try it and the colorful trick enchanted me.

 

"It's beautiful isn't?" asked James. "Shall we drink it?"

 

He raised his cup and I raised mine, and cheered, "Bottom's up," he said.

 

I drank it like a shot, and it was strong with a sweet aftertaste. I wasn't sure how to drink a sake, but judging from the small amount of it, I thought drinking it like a shot was appropriate.

 

James laughed, and said, "Slow down, just sip it like a drink." As he sipped it slowly, and letting the misty frozen cubes decorate his cup.

 

"What do you want to do tonight?" he asked me.

 

"Just dinner and go back home, then go to sleep," I said.

 

"What about we take a drive?" said James.

 

My guard was up and I was afraid, as the intensity gave me a headache. The headache persisted and as we ate, James talked about Kinko's and how it wasn't a perfect place but he was willing to move up in the chain. I was happy for him, and chewed away while I ate the sashimi, and sipped the sake, but I wanted some water and the waitress took a very long time to give me the water I requested.

 

James waved the waitress, and as she arrived to our table, James asked, "The bill, please?"

 

"May I still have some water?" I asked. The waitress nodded, but never came back.

 

James got up from his chair, and I wanted to sit down to wait for the water. "I'll get you some water in the car," said James.

"I have a headache, I can't stand up," I said.


I felt my body weakened and my head felt a strong pressure as my body felt light as air. I told James, "Do you have aspirin."

"Yeah, it's in the car," said James.

 

I got up from my seat and began to walk with him. He reached for my hand and held me up, but kicked my left ankle, as I fell down to the ground and my body weakened.

 

"Why did you kick me?" I asked. My heels felt weak and my head spun.

 

"Just testing," said James. "Some girls….geeesh Ursula. You should have told me you're a light weight."

 

The headache intensified, and I was about to cry but I held it down, and asked him, "Could I just rest in the car for a moment, and please drive me back to Jake's."

 

"No problem," he said. We arrived to the parking lot of Iwajima and he opened the car door and I sat down slowly and laid my feet straight in front of me.

 

James searched inside his car, and said, "I know I have aspirin somewhere." He searched and took something out of his pocket and gave it to me. It was a small tablet in its pharmaceutical packaging, and he said, "Here, take this….it will make you feel better. It will take the headache away. Trust me."

 

I took it and swallowed it dry mouthed, as James said, "Guess what?....water!" James said, handing the water bottle to my hands.

 

I drank it and I felt the pill working inside my brains settling my body, and I felt a heat inside my chest and tingles all over my arms and legs. My breath constricted but I wanted to breathe more and more and felt my hormones raged and felt the inebriation took over me as I felt dizzy and my head spun. Seconds later, I felt in ecstasy and felt the small tablet made me happy as if I was in a dream. James took my face and he kissed me, and said, "Are you okay? I'm here for you."

I felt the hairs on my arms rose up and so did the hairs on the back of my neck and my head tingled as if it was immersed in hot water. James's kisses made me yearn for more, more physical connection, more touch, and incomprehensibly, more sexual connection. The inebriation pounced my brain and throbbed my head and the pill he gave me seduced my inhibition to a high sexual drive.

 

"What did you give me, James?" I asked. "I felt so weird."

 

"Aspirin, and it's probably the sake. It makes everyone horny," said James.

 

He smiled, and stroked my shoulders and massaged me and he walked to the driver's seat and sat next to me. He took my body and raised it as he squeezed himself underneath me and we cuddled inside his car on the passenger seat.

 

My arms and legs felt frozen as I was drunk, and I didn't know what happened to my body and my headache, but my head spun violently. I couldn't move, but wanted to be physically close to him. James stroked my neck and kissed me, and cupped my breast and took his hand underneath my shirt, and began to assault me.

 

My sexual drive was so high that I was silent and the violent headache incapacitated my mind as my body wanted the sexual interactions. I knew my brain was drunk from the sake as my vision blurred and his fondling twisted my soul. Was this rape?

"You're so hot, Ursula. Sex kitten, hot," said James.

 

He took off my leggings and exposed me, then laid himself over me as the undulating motion made me queasy, drowsy, confused and feeble. I was tired, my body was tired and my mind was tired, but James wasn't. He kept his sexual drive high as he had sex with the version of me with the pill, what I suspect was the Viagra, the sexual medicine to increase sex drive in anyone, increasing heart beats per minute, and murdering my spirit.

 

It was no different if I was inside a Dodge Ram, a Honda, a Mercedes or a Volkswagen, the rape was brutal for anyone. Tears rolled down my eyes as I felt the orgasm, but my mind told me I was raped. His groans made me sick and I was too distraught that I dozed off, and felt the car drive to someplace. He must not have driven far, because it stopped and the passenger car door opened. I thought it was James, letting me out, instead another man laid on top of me, heavy set, as he ripped my skirt and cupped my mouth. I opened my eyes but it was covered, and I felt strangled, and this man raped me violently, as I felt a punch on my face, with both sides of my eyes felt warm.

 

"Pinch you, Chevron," he said. I remembered inside my convoluted mind, John told me he would use a code to call anyone he hated, "Chevron," for Pinche Cabron or asshole in Spanish.

 

I tried to open my eyes, and called out, "John, is that you?" but the rape was through my body, the heavy set man shredded me from bottom to top, side to side and punched my face, as James's voice rang in my ears, "The baggage you have, is the baggage you carry for the rest of your life."

 

Darkness spun me close to death as I felt more punches on my face, and a jab to my stomach. I felt my shirt taken off, and I was naked. With my eyes closed, I tried to open it, but it was shut tight. I was asleep although my brain kept going and my body was frozen.

 

The total darkness made me cry, but the dream of me with James kept playing sexually in front of my face, as he raped me in the passenger seat. I felt sore underneath me, and I felt abused and violated. Who would be able to help me? I felt consent on my behalf because I said yes to the date and the drink, but I also never said yes to sex. Inadvertently and legally, I said no, because I was inebriated and incapable to decipher what went wrong. Was this consent, and if it was, what was the true yes? I was abused and confused and I felt it was all of my doing the whole time. Tears kept rolling down my face in the darkness as the evening lapsed on, and I felt my body dropped on the ground.

 

"So long, pendeja," said the voice of a man that was familiar, the same disturbing high pitched and annoying voice. The same man who wanted to degrade me all of his life, John, but I couldn't understand why he was here.

 

I felt a hit on the back of my head and I was in total darkness.

 

***

 

"Ursula, get up," said Jake. He shook me, and putting water on my eyes dripping it down to my face. "Wake up, this is severe."

 

I breathed in and my eyes fluttered open. I was inside his pizza shop, on a table behind the kitchen.

 

"I found you lying on the ground in front of our shop. It's six in the morning. What happened last night?" Jake asked me. His face dropped, his beard and mustache shaven and his brunette hair freshly cut. His eyes were moist, as he took some towels from the bathroom, and brought them to cover me. "Someone punched you. Your eyes are swollen, and so is your gut and your breast."

 

"I was on a date," I answered. Jake broke down and cried, and he took the pizza roller and beat it down on the ground. The handle broke off and almost hit me.

 

"I was supposed to go home, but we had sake," I told Jake.

 

"What was his name?" Jake asked me. "Was it the guy who asked you out when you were out dancing?"

 

"Yeah, and there was another man on top of me, a heavy-set man. He punched my face," I said. I was too distraught to cry, and my head still spun like a dreidle on Hannukkah.

 

"What's his last name?" Jake asked me.

 

"I don't know," I replied.

 

Jake looked to the back door, and sat on the chair as I sat up and sat on the table.

 

"You needed to care for yourself first," he said. "You were raped last night."

 

My right hand somehow found my swollen eyes and as tears rushed out, the sting from the punches finally felt real and I felt my face aged a million years out of violence.

 

"I want to take you to the hospital," said Jake. "Let's get you dressed. I have an extra t-shirt and jacket in the back office. We'll just work with what we got from now on."

 

All I could do was say, "I'm sorry Jake."

 

My shoulders hunched down to my stomach as my spirit crumbled and tears poured out. My naked body that was imperfect felt ugly and misshapen, damaged and broken, abused and violated, ripped through my skin, bloodied and mangled. I felt and heard taunts from John, my manager at the grocery store, and there were voices of ridicule from Melody and Merrick inside my head. I was trashed through the bones.

 

"How do you want to live in the future, Ursula?" asked Jake. "Is this how you want to die? I could tell you that you were close to death. You see your eyes? They're bloodied." Jake softly touched the side of my eyes and I cringed and cried.

 

"I want to die, right now. I doubt that anyone cared if I lived," I said.

 

It felt so cold and alone in this life, even with Jake in front of me.

 

"Do you think anyone cares for you?" Jake asked me.

 

"My Mom used to care," I answered. "She worked long hours and earned more money. I think she loved that more than me."

 

"I care," Jake said.

 

"I'm trash," I told him.

 

I couldn't hold myself together and sobbed.

 

Jake walked to the back office and took the t-shirt to cover me.


"Wear this, and cover yourself up. I'm calling the Broomfield PD and ambulance," he said.

 

"I don't have insurance," I said to him.

 

"They will approve you for State Medicaid anyhow, the same thing you've been doing," said Jake. "When you live like you're willing to die anytime, these things happen."

 

"I wish I had a good life," I replied.

 

"I was adopted, Ursula. It just so happened that I got lucky," said Jake. "There are a lot of us with a bad life and a bad past. You're not alone."

 

"I felt like I was made to die early," I said, with a sob story voice, all cracked and hoarse, in disbelief that Jake actually cared for me.

 

Jake sighed, and told me, "What ever life we've been handed, we have to believe there is work to be done. We can't do anything by ourselves, trust me. If anyone said they truly got successful because they did it themselves, they're lying. It always takes a village, even with a village of just two people. It's something."

 

"Where is Crystal?" I asked.

 

"She's with her son," said Jake. "We're not dating anymore. She has too much issues against you and my business. I was learning to be strong, and loyal, but I wasn't going to win with her beside me."

 

"What do you mean?" I asked. Jake's phone rang and it was the EMT from the local police department.

 

"Yes, I want to report an assault, and she's here with me," said Jake. I could hear the dispatcher on the other line asking some questions, and Jake stepped away from me to answer her.

 

"They'll be here in a minute," said Jake. "I just want you to care about yourself. That's all."

 

"I care," I answered.

 

"Good. Let's start there," said Jake, with his hands on his pelvis.

 

 

 

 

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