Her Sweet Betrayal
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Damn I wished I took the plea deal Tommy and Bull took. Ten years doesn’t seem so bad right now.
“I’m ready for sentencing. Since the victim of this crime isn’t present we are going to ask the mother to speak on her behalf. Ma’am what would like to see happen to the defendant?”
“I would love for him to receive the harshest punishment he can receive,” she replied teary eyed as she stared me straight in the eyes.
“In the case of Stephan Harris, I am sentencing him to a mandatory seven years with time spent deducted from the years; leaving him to serve six years.”
Just then my legs buckled and the next thing I remember I woke up handcuffed to the hospital bed.
“Where…Where am I,” I asked sitting up in the bed.
“You are at Richland County Memorial Hospital.”
“How long have I been here,” I asked looking around the room.
“You’ve been here for two days. I’m about to go alert the doctor that you are awake,” the nurse responded.
A few minutes later she walked back in with a fine doctor.
“Good Afternoon Mr. Harris, I’m glad to see you are awake. You gave us quite the scare,” she said flashing me her pearly whites.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I said picking her hand up and kissing it.
“Mr. Harris your life was never in any danger. When you passed out in court the other day you bumped your head. While you were knocked out we did run some test to see if we could locate the reason for your blackouts. And it was then that we discovered that you were HIV Positive…”
Everything after HIV positive went in one ear and out the other.
I just wanted to know how long I had it since it has been causing me problems for a while.
“I don’t care about any of that. All I want to know is how long have I had it?”
“Unfortunately it’s impossible for us to tell you when you contracted the disease, but I can tell you what stage you have…You are currently in the second stage.”
“Get out…”
“But…”
“I SAID GET OUT!” I yelled at her.
I am hurt and embarrassed. How can someone like me contract HIV? I’m not gay. Everyone knows that HIV/AIDS is a gay man’s disease.
Hitting my nurse call button, I advised them that I was in pain and needed some drugs.
Five minutes later I was drifting away to la-la land.
EPILOGUE
Honey
I have been living with HIV for a year now and the treatments alone were starting to get the best of me because the medicines were making me sick, so I stopped taking them.
You see I didn’t start feeling bad until I got on the medication. And after court today I was happy that Tommy and Bull both contracted HIV from me.
Could you believe that those clowns sat in court like they didn’t do anything wrong? I guess Karma and GOD showed them a thing or two, but while my mother was at court I decided to sit down and write her a much needed letter.
Dear Mother,
If you are reading this it means that you have just found my dead body. I’m so sorry that I have to leave you in this cruel world alone, but it’s not a place for a diseased girl like me. You deserve to be able to live your life to its fullness and with me having HIV, I’m sentencing you to a life of an invisible prison. I know to you it wouldn’t seem like a prison, but having to spend every moment taking care of someone else’s needs is prison to me. So mother, take this letter as your key to freedom. Freedom to love again and live your life. And mother, don’t cry, you see I’m in a better place now or at least that’s what the internet says. Always remember that I love you and I did this for us.
Until we meet again,
Honey Bee Jones
As I signed the letter I took the butcher knife I had placed on the table and slit both my wrist, and in slow motion I fell down on the floor and prayed the LORD’S PRAYER, until I awaken in his caring arms.
Tina
Coming home after court I was furious that they only gave that monster seven years.
“Honey!!!” I yelled closing the door to home of all one year. Because of the incident I had to sell my dream home. “Honey!!!” I called out a second time, but once again not getting an answer. Knowing that she was home I knocked on her room door and still no answer. I turned the knob and walked in on the saddest moment of my life. My daughter was lying in a pool of her own blood.
“NO, NO, NO, NO, LORD NO!!!” I screamed as I rushed over to her now limp body. I checked for a pulse and didn’t find one. I immediately began performing CPR. After five minutes of no luck I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.
July 21, 2013 is a date that will forever be imbedded in my brain as I watch them carry my only daughter’s body out the house. The next couple of days were a blur to me. If you let my family tell you I had drunk my life away during those seven days.
On the day of the funeral I wore all black as I stood in front of my daughter’s casket and sang Whitney Houston’s, I Will Always Love You.
Seeing them put dirt on my baby’s coffin caused me to have a nervous breakdown and I spent the next six years in the mental institution.
Stephan
Today is the day I become a free man. I have been taken my meds and life couldn’t be any better.
Walking through the gateway to freedom I was heartbroken to only see Seymour waiting for me at the gate.
“Have a great life,” he said handing me an envelope and getting in his car and driving away.
In the envelope my parents stated that they wanted nothing more to do with me and included a check for ten thousand dollars.
Throwing the letter away I put the check in my pocket and started walking towards town.
About two miles into my walk a car slowed down for me, and man was I grateful for them; my feet were killing me.
“This is for Honey Bee Jones!” the person that favored Tina yelled before everything went black.
THE END