by Claire Adams
I remembered picking Mom up from the police department. Was that today? We came back to the apartment and we talked. Fuck! My head hurts so bad, and my right arm…and what the hell is stabbing me in the side? I picked Mom up at the police department…why was she at the police department? Why the hell was I on the floor? I finally let my tired eye close again. I couldn’t hold it open any longer. When I did, it triggered something…a memory. Mitch was here…he was angry and he…Oh shit! Mitch fucked me up! Oh shit! I worked on pulling that eye back open again. Where the hell is my phone? Very slowly and carefully, but not without copious amounts of effort and pain, I turned my head to the right. I scanned the floor through my blurry lens but there was nothing there. I could see that the front door was closed and it looked like there was blood on the handle. Shit! I was going to have to turn the other way. I’m pretty sure when I came through the door I had my phone and my keys in my hand. Did I set them on the table? I looked up at it and although it was only four feet tall, it may as well have been as tall as the Empire State Building. There was no way I’d be able to reach up there. No fucking way. One of my arms still wouldn’t move at all and I’m pretty sure that the other one was broken.
It probably took me a full five minutes to turn my head to the other side. The first thing I saw was the hole in the wall. I remembered now. My head had made a hole in the drywall as it slammed into it…after Mitch threw me across the room by the back of my neck. The good news was I could see my phone. The bad news…how the hell was I going to move the three feet that seemed to stretch out between me and it. I closed my eye again and summoned every last bit of strength I had in my body. Then I concentrated on my legs and with a loud grunt and maybe a little scream, I pushed against the floor, moving my body about four inches in the direction of the phone. I kept moving like that over and over again for what seemed like an eternity with each movement becoming more excruciating than the last. My head was not only pounding now…it was spinning. I was going to pass out again. Before that happened, I had to get to that phone and call for help.
CHAPTER THREE
I tried to lift my heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner burnt my nostrils. My mouth was so dry. It was the first time in my life that I actually understood what the term, “cotton mouth” meant. I tried to swallow, but my neck hurt. It was just as well, there wasn’t enough spit to coat the back of my throat and force down the knot I felt there. Something was beeping….was it my phone? I suddenly remembered that I’d been on the floor before. I was trying to get to my phone…I needed to call for help. I bent my knees, or at least I tried to and I tried to get my feet to meet the floor so I could get some leverage. The floor was soft now…that didn’t make any sense.
I gave up on moving for a second and concentrated on pulling open my eyelids. It took a ridiculous amount of effort, but I finally got the right one open a slit. That beeping noise was beginning to become annoying. I had to get to my phone. My half open eye was being assaulted by the light. Why was the light so bright? My eye was watering and it wanted to close again. I refused to let it though…my heart was slamming against the inside of my chest. I needed help. I turned my head and that was when I realized I wasn’t at home any longer. I was in a big, glass room. I could see people in brightly colored clothes…uniforms, maybe? They were scurrying back and forth. God! My head was beginning to pound to the rhythm of that beeping noise. What the hell was that?
The glass door on my gilded cage slid open and one of the people from outside…this one a plump lady in a bright pink outfit came in. She acted like she didn’t see me. Oh Jesus! Am I dead? I don’t think so. Everything hurts, even my fingertips. If I was dead, I wouldn’t be able to feel that pain, would I?
The plump lady somehow put a stop to the beeping. She finally looked at me then and when she saw that one of my eyes was half open, she smiled. “Well, hello there. You decided to wake up, finally?” I opened my mouth to answer her but my lips were so dry. It felt like they had cracked from the lack of moisture…It’s okay, honey. Just relax,” the pink lady told me. “I’m going to get the doctor, okay? I’ll be right back.”
The doctor? I must have made it to the hospital somehow. I didn’t even remember making it to the phone. I waited in silence and a lot of pain until at last the pink lady came back, this time with a well-dressed man with a white lab jacket over the top of his dress shirt and pants.
“Hello there Miss Cooper, I’m Dr. Yancey.” I hoped that this man knew I couldn’t answer him. I felt like my mouth was hanging open, but still no sound was coming out of it. Maybe if I had something to drink…that would help. “Do you know where you’re at?”
I struggled to answer him, finally producing something that sounded a lot more like an animal sound than it did, “hospital.” The doctor must speak animal, however because he said, “That’s right you’re in the hospital. Do you remember what happened to you?”
I grunted out a “Yes.” I would have liked it to be followed with “unfortunately,” but that was asking too much. “Water?” I managed to ask.
“You can have a sip,” he said, nodding towards the nurse. Suddenly there was a straw pressed against my sore lips. I somehow managed to get then around it and sucked in a mouthful. The nurse pulled it away quickly. I guess I was abusing my sipping privileges. I held the water in my parched mouth for as long as I could before letting the cool liquid slide down my throat. It felt better than sex. “Better?” he asked. Was it good for you?
“Better,” I said. My words still didn’t sound right, even with a layer of moisture. My lips were sore, maybe they were swollen.
“Do you remember what happened to you?”
“I got the shit kicked out of me,” I said. It sounded like, “I ought the it icked out of me.” The doctor smiled, I can’t be sure if it was at my discomfort, my grammar or the simple fact that I got my ass kicked.
“I’m going to examine you, okay? As I do, I will go over with you what injuries you have. If there is anything you don’t understand, or you need explained, let me know.” I said a strange sounding okay and he got started with the poking and prodding. When all was said and done he told me that I’d been in the hospital for almost twelve hours. I had two broken ribs, a punctured lung which was now sporting a tube to keep it inflated, a severe concussion, a few broken teeth…in back, thank God. My right arm was broken and my left had been dislocated when I came in. I had bruises and contusions from head to toe…but the good news is there were no signs of sexual assault.
The only question I had was, “Is there anything that’s not broken or damaged?”
He smiled again and said, “Well, your sense of humor seems to still be intact. I have one more unpleasant task to ask of you. The police have been waiting to speak to you.” I nodded…that was the biggest mistake I made all day.
“Shit!”
“I’m sorry. I know you must be in a lot of pain. We’ll give you something else for it as soon as you speak to the officers, okay?” I was smart enough not to nod again. I said, “Yes,” but it sounded like “Ess.”
The police officers were two older gentlemen. They seemed concerned about me, which was nice but when I told them it was one of them who had beat me up, they seemed skeptical, which pissed me off.
“You’re saying that Detective Mitch Slocum did this to you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you involved in a relationship with Detective Slocum?”
“No.”
“Okay, so this was a random assault?”
“No.”
“I’m confused,” the detective said. I could understand that, but I don’t think he understood that the effort I was having to put forth to talk to him was tantamount to climbing Mt. Everest at the moment. Full sentences were practically out of the question.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I will try to explain.” I started with Mitch’s attack of Paul in the gym. I did my best from there to describe the terror that he’d been dishing out on Pa
ul, Marie, Victor and myself. When I finished talking the detectives looked at each other and one of them said, “Do you know where we can find Mr. Delport or his sister?”
“No. I can give you his phone number, but I don’t know where he is now.”
They took his number and asked me if I had any questions. I only had one: “Who called the ambulance?”
The detective flipped through his pad and said, “Greg Madison.” I had no idea how Greg knew I needed an ambulance, but I was very grateful that he did. Everyone should have a boss like him. The detectives thanked me and said they would be in touch. They left and I finally got my pain shot in the IV. As I closed my good eye once again and let sleep take over my aching body I tried not to think about the fact that Mitch was still out there, somewhere.
*****
The next time I woke up Greg and Sam and Debbie were in the room. “Hey beautiful,” Sam said. “How are you feeling?”
I tried to smile. If it looked as bad as it felt it’s a wonder I didn’t scare them. “I’m doing alright,” I lied. I felt like warm shit.
“You poor thing,” Debbie said. I didn’t need a mirror. The horror that was my face was apparent on Debbie’s. “Are you in pain? Do you want me to call the nurse?”
“Not yet. Sam, have you heard from Paul?”
“No honey. But we did get some good news from the police officers who were here earlier. They arrested Mitch.” That was good, the best I’d heard all day.
“Good,” I said.
“Do you need anything sweetie? I can go by your apartment and get anything you need…”
“Um…I don’t think so, thanks.” I was really worried about Paul…and Marie. If Mitch would do…this to a complete stranger, I can only imagine what he did to them when he found them. “Greg, they told me you called 911? How did you know?”
“You called me.”
“I did? I remember trying to reach the phone, but I don’t remember actually making it there.”
“You called me earlier about the appointment. Maybe my number was the last one on there. Anyways, all I could hear was you crying and moaning. Scared the shit out of me so I called 911 before I went over.”
“Thanks,” I told him with another half-assed, painful smile.
“I’m just glad…I’m glad you’re gonna be okay.”
They visited for a few more minutes before the nurse came in and told them only one visitor at a time. They all kissed me on my forehead. I hadn’t seen my face yet, but that was the only place that didn’t hurt. They were gone about five minutes and I had just closed my eye again when I heard another familiar voice. I opened my eye and saw Justin…the good one.
“Hi gorgeous.”
I laughed. “Yeah right. I’ll bet I look like something out of Tales from the Crypt.”
He came close to the bed and kissed my forehead like the rest of them had done. “You’re beautiful, as always. I’m so damned sorry this happened to you.”
“Thanks, me too.” I tried to smile again. I really needed to stop doing that.
“Did you know this guy? This isn’t the one that you were seeing, was it?”
“No,” I said, licking my lips. He immediately picked up the water off the bedside table and brought the straw to my lips. I drank and swished because everything was just so damned dry. “Thank you,” I said, grateful for his kindness. “It wasn’t Paul. It’s a really disturbed man who thinks Paul’s wronged him in some way.”
“Can I ask you a personal question? I don’t want to upset you…”
“It’s okay, as you can see I’m kind of tough-skinned.”
“I just wonder why this Paul guy isn’t here. Obviously this wouldn’t have happened to you if you weren’t seeing him. Shouldn’t he be standing vigil?” I was instantly ready to defend him, even to Justin who I knew wasn’t a malicious guy.
“He has bigger worries right now, I’m afraid. He’s a good guy, honest.”
“Okay. If you say so I will believe you.” I felt my eyelids getting heavy again and Justin must have noticed because he said, “I’m going to go and let you get some sleep. I’ll be back to see you.”
“Thank you, Justin.”
“My pleasure,” he said, kissing my forehead again. “By the way since you’re in ICU they won’t let you have flowers and balloons and all of that, but don’t let them jip you when you leave. There’s a whole room full of them out there.” That made my heart warm. One thing some creep who likes to beat on women could never take from me was my amazing friends. I drifted off then for a while, I’m not sure how long before I had more visitors. Mark came to see me and he was sweet and kind and a perfect gentleman. My other gym buddies all showed up one at a time too. I was exhausted, but I was touched and so blessed to have so many good people in my life. The best news I got came at the end of the day when the detective came back to see me. He told me that Mitch was being charged with assault and he was locked up tight at the L.A. County jail. His knuckles were scuffed from beating on me and he still had blood on his clothes. Stupid fuck. He really didn’t deserve to be a cop…or a human being. The next time I closed my eyes I was actually able to sleep peacefully for a while. The only thing still bothering me was not knowing if Paul and his family were safe.
CHAPTER FOUR
I made it through the night being woken up every half hour so they could take my vital signs. The irony of it was that every time they left the room they would say, “Get some rest.” Then they’d be back in five minutes. They also casted my right arm and took out the chest tube because my lung was doing well on its own. I still had a tight band around my ribs that made it hard to breathe, but it was nice knowing there wasn’t a little container of green gunk next to the bed any longer when people came to visit. The feeling was back in my left arm, they had put it back into its socket. I decided I preferred the numb, it hurt like a bitch.
When the light began to stream into the room, I woke up slowly. I was happy that both of my eyes seemed to open now. They were still a little blurry at first, but when the blur cleared this morning they were in for a welcome treat. Paul was sitting in the chair next to my bed, asleep. I just lay there quietly watching him for a long time. He had such a beautiful face…and it didn’t look harmed at all, so I’d like to believe that meant Mitch didn’t find them. I don’t know how long I stared at him before he finally opened his eyes. He looked a little disoriented at first but then I saw him focus on my face…and wince.
“Hey,” he said, sitting up straight in the chair.
“Hi,” I didn’t try to smile. I still wasn’t sure what it looked like.
“God Jessie…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I got angry at you on the phone. Shit! Look what the fucker did to you. Of course you had to tell him…and then he hurt you anyways for calling me, right? I’m so sorry.” He looked like he was going to cry. It was hard to watch. He was always so tough and stoic.
“It’s okay…I told him where you were because I had to protect my Mom. I didn’t want to, Paul. I was so afraid that he’d hurt you, but he had her in jail and I was afraid for her…”
“Shit! Mother fucker! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s really okay. It’s not your fault…”
“Are you kidding? Of course it is. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t being stupid and calling your mother a “druggie” in the first place, I may have been there with you when he showed up…”
“We can’t do “what if’s.” It is what it is. The good news is that he’s in jail. He’s right where he needs to be. Are Marie and Victor okay?”
“Yeah, they’re fine. Thank you for warning me that he was coming. Now that I see what he did to you though, I’m sorry you did. I would have rather he attacked me instead. I’m so sorry.” He reached over and lightly touched my face with his fingertips. His hand was shaking. “I’m going to make Mitch sorry that he was ever born for laying a hand on you.”
I hated that. I didn’t want him going after Mitch. I wanted
this to be over. “He’s in jail baby. He’s not going to hurt us any longer. Let’s just forget it and move on.”
“Forget it? No fucking way. Jail is too good for him. They better keep him there though…for his own protection. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll go out into Gen Pop and they’ll find out he’s a cop.”
“Paul, please,” I begged. “I don’t want to have to keep worrying about you getting hurt. Please leave it alone.” He didn’t confirm or deny that he’d be willing to do that. He did get up and plant a soft kiss on my sore lips. It was the sweetest pain in the world.
*****
They kept me in the hospital for several days. I was moved out of ICU to a regular room and I found out that Justin hadn’t been kidding…it was filled with flowers and balloons and get well cards. It made me feel good to know so many people loved me. I had been calling the rehab every day and checking on my mom. I was glad that she wasn’t ready for visitors yet because I really didn’t want her to know what had happened. She would worry and maybe even leave her treatment and that was the last thing I wanted. She sounded content on the phone and her therapist told me she was doing great. It did my own mind good to know she was in a safe place. Rationally I knew Mitch was locked up and couldn’t hurt us…but the trauma was still fresh in my mind.
On the day I was scheduled to be discharged, Paul was there to pick me up. He took three loads of stuff down to the car. He’d brought his Sensei’s car so that I wouldn’t have to climb up into his truck. When he helped me in the whole thing smelled like roses. We went to my apartment first and stayed there the first night. I could smell the cleaning products as we walked in the door. The place was spic and span. Paul told me that my friends from the gym had all pitched in and cleaned it up. They didn’t want me to have to come home to the mess that Mitch and I had left. They had even patched the hole in the wall. That was good, no visual reminders of having my head put through the wall.
