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He rang the doorbell a 2nd time.
Inside between the chimes the small world rotated.
He stood on the porch waiting his back to the door looking at that car motionless except for the touch of the doorbell. Some people cause ripples by pushing a tiny button.
(I've already written this bit in depth. I can't write the worst bits.)
The intruder was in his 40's. He was not an ugly man. To a 20 year old 40 is ancient. Men don't hide aging like women. His hair had that 40 year old "look" despite being mostly there. His face had creases. His blondish coloring fading. His blue eyes at 40 were handsome, at 20 he undoubtedly had an easy time of romance. His tan & figure were 1970's approved inspired by Travolta. The single detail tgat did not stand out to me then but does now is his figure. Every man I went out with at University was trim, slim and lightly muscled. The one or two obese men didn't ask women out. A "class-trip" to the nearest beach was a competition in who had the best abs or arms or ass...which woman looked the best in her bikini. "Fat" was a size 10 or a jelly belly 8. Women worked on there thigh gap or they avoided beach excursions. Returning from the class trip, women slipped back into t-length floral dresses with white colars at the local rest stop and wandered into Sunday Evening Church holding hands. The Evening Preacher smiled approvingly at the dresses and frowned at the jelly belly 8's wearing sloppy jeans and t-shirts. I just skipped Church. I didn't wear floral.
The intruder was a 40 year old lightly muscled man with a slightly discernible 4 pack. He didn't have the typical belly you see on most 40 year old men. I was at an age where a belly would have made me puke. It's odd. The young man on the porch didn't even have excess skin and was still eating huge amounts to keep his muscles on. The Artist was as trim. When a Cop finally showed up he was the fattest one there.
The Intruder talked to the Cop claimed to be my Daddy or Husband.
My Daddy had coal black hair, ice white skin, ice & saphire blue eyes and a huge pop belly by that age. My Daddy looked more like the Cop than anyone else...a fat faded Steven Segal..."Kung Fu Panda" with Elvis sideburns and a Harley addiction. He spent most of his life exploring the orient and oriental women loved his Panda looks. He was in the orient looking for an Asian Midget to walk on his back regularly. Apparently, Asian Midgets get trained from birth to pop your back into place. He was lookin for one that worked with a six foot tall frauline that miraculously fixed any back problem you had. I don't think he ever found them cause he never came back. My Daddy wrestled a Bear on vacation sent me it's severed claw...then went back to looking for the Midget and the Frauline. My Daddy's legendary like a Blue Velvet Elvis!
My heart stopped beating when the Cop standing on my porch started scolding my tall skinny 20 year old Husband standing next to him.
"Get out a here! Stop messin her! She doesn't want you here! I don't know what you think she said but they don't want you here!"
I could here the shock in his reply, "Sir, she is MY wife!"
His clean cut preppy looks and polite respect earned him a puzzled frown from the Cop. The Intruder jumped into the paused conversation with complaints about stalking. I started praying that the Cop believed the Man on the porch.
The Cop questioned the Intruder further then asked a single question. "Come out here and let me see you. Where is she? Let me see her. Both of you come out here and we'll discuss this outside."
The Intruder agreed.
What I remember next may or may not be lucid. I was going in and out of conciousnes from the point of being stabbed.
Instead of going outside he shot the pistol out the window, laughed "I'm gonna kill that Boy" and ran for the back door. I heard the Cop shouting. I started crawling toward the bathroom. I needed to take a shower. He had followed the Cop around the side of my house. I heard the Cop shout "You check on her! I'm going after him!" He came in the backdoor undoubtedly with fear & trembling. I could hear it in his voice. He whispered "Shhhh. You're alive. I am going to call an ambulance. You need to stay still."
"No, I need to take a shower."
I kept crawling. He came back to me and helped me stand and walk to the bathroom.
"You need to remove that stake in your eye."
"No!"
"You can wait for the paramedics but it has to come out!"
"No! YOU take it out!"
"No. You will never forgive me if I take it out and you lose your eye."
"The paramedics can cut it out."
"You'll lose your eye if they cut it out."
"I can't feel my eye. It's already gone."
"There's a bump under your eyelid, it's still there. You can wait for the paramedics but they will just pull it out. It's your choice."
"You pull it out."
"No. I can't."
"I'll pull it out now."
He would not enter the bathroom.
Metallic gold leaves fluttered on white tree trunks as I stared st the wallpaper. I thought, 'One eye is better than no eyes. He missed my other eye. I can still draw with one eye. I can do this. Oh God, Dear God don't let me lose my eyeball! I can do this!'
"You can do this."
"Should I pull it out gradually or quick like a band-aid?"
"I don't know. You want to pull it out the same angle it went in. If you do it gradually you may shake it and pop your eyeball. Pull it out like a band-aid. No, pull it out like a pin in a balloon. Your eyelid is acting tape on a balloon. Pull it in one motion but not too fast."
"Ok. You do it."
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Ok. Here goes."
I turned toward the mirror, grabbed it gently, prayed again, and pulled.
It clanged on the white ceramic tile as I dropped it.
"Oh my God?! Oh my God?! Is my eye still there?!"
I leaned into the mirror and very slowly opened my eyelid.
"Oh my God! Thank you God! Thank you Jesus! It's bloody and looks terrible and it's oozing eyeball but it's still there! Thank you God!"
"Keep you eyelid closed!"
"I need to take a shower!"
I just fell right then in a dead faint.
I woke up partially to him whispering in my ear "Someone's at the door unlocking it. I can hear sirens. You're going to be ok now. It sounds like your Mother. I don't want to be here. Don't tell her I was here."
Then he disappeared.
Inside between the chimes the small world rotated.
He stood on the porch waiting his back to the door looking at that car motionless except for the touch of the doorbell. Some people cause ripples by pushing a tiny button.
(I've already written this bit in depth. I can't write the worst bits.)
The intruder was in his 40's. He was not an ugly man. To a 20 year old 40 is ancient. Men don't hide aging like women. His hair had that 40 year old "look" despite being mostly there. His face had creases. His blondish coloring fading. His blue eyes at 40 were handsome, at 20 he undoubtedly had an easy time of romance. His tan & figure were 1970's approved inspired by Travolta. The single detail tgat did not stand out to me then but does now is his figure. Every man I went out with at University was trim, slim and lightly muscled. The one or two obese men didn't ask women out. A "class-trip" to the nearest beach was a competition in who had the best abs or arms or ass...which woman looked the best in her bikini. "Fat" was a size 10 or a jelly belly 8. Women worked on there thigh gap or they avoided beach excursions. Returning from the class trip, women slipped back into t-length floral dresses with white colars at the local rest stop and wandered into Sunday Evening Church holding hands. The Evening Preacher smiled approvingly at the dresses and frowned at the jelly belly 8's wearing sloppy jeans and t-shirts. I just skipped Church. I didn't wear floral.
The intruder was a 40 year old lightly muscled man with a slightly discernible 4 pack. He didn't have the typical belly you see on most 40 year old men. I was at an age where a belly would have made me puke. It's odd. The young man on the porch didn't even have excess skin and was still eating huge amounts to keep his muscles on. The Artist was as trim. When a Cop finally showed up he was the fattest one there.
The Intruder talked to the Cop claimed to be my Daddy or Husband.
My Daddy had coal black hair, ice white skin, ice & saphire blue eyes and a huge pop belly by that age. My Daddy looked more like the Cop than anyone else...a fat faded Steven Segal..."Kung Fu Panda" with Elvis sideburns and a Harley addiction. He spent most of his life exploring the orient and oriental women loved his Panda looks. He was in the orient looking for an Asian Midget to walk on his back regularly. Apparently, Asian Midgets get trained from birth to pop your back into place. He was lookin for one that worked with a six foot tall frauline that miraculously fixed any back problem you had. I don't think he ever found them cause he never came back. My Daddy wrestled a Bear on vacation sent me it's severed claw...then went back to looking for the Midget and the Frauline. My Daddy's legendary like a Blue Velvet Elvis!
My heart stopped beating when the Cop standing on my porch started scolding my tall skinny 20 year old Husband standing next to him.
"Get out a here! Stop messin her! She doesn't want you here! I don't know what you think she said but they don't want you here!"
I could here the shock in his reply, "Sir, she is MY wife!"
His clean cut preppy looks and polite respect earned him a puzzled frown from the Cop. The Intruder jumped into the paused conversation with complaints about stalking. I started praying that the Cop believed the Man on the porch.
The Cop questioned the Intruder further then asked a single question. "Come out here and let me see you. Where is she? Let me see her. Both of you come out here and we'll discuss this outside."
The Intruder agreed.
What I remember next may or may not be lucid. I was going in and out of conciousnes from the point of being stabbed.
Instead of going outside he shot the pistol out the window, laughed "I'm gonna kill that Boy" and ran for the back door. I heard the Cop shouting. I started crawling toward the bathroom. I needed to take a shower. He had followed the Cop around the side of my house. I heard the Cop shout "You check on her! I'm going after him!" He came in the backdoor undoubtedly with fear & trembling. I could hear it in his voice. He whispered "Shhhh. You're alive. I am going to call an ambulance. You need to stay still."
"No, I need to take a shower."
I kept crawling. He came back to me and helped me stand and walk to the bathroom.
"You need to remove that stake in your eye."
"No!"
"You can wait for the paramedics but it has to come out!"
"No! YOU take it out!"
"No. You will never forgive me if I take it out and you lose your eye."
"The paramedics can cut it out."
"You'll lose your eye if they cut it out."
"I can't feel my eye. It's already gone."
"There's a bump under your eyelid, it's still there. You can wait for the paramedics but they will just pull it out. It's your choice."
"You pull it out."
"No. I can't."
"I'll pull it out now."
He would not enter the bathroom.
Metallic gold leaves fluttered on white tree trunks as I stared st the wallpaper. I thought, 'One eye is better than no eyes. He missed my other eye. I can still draw with one eye. I can do this. Oh God, Dear God don't let me lose my eyeball! I can do this!'
"You can do this."
"Should I pull it out gradually or quick like a band-aid?"
"I don't know. You want to pull it out the same angle it went in. If you do it gradually you may shake it and pop your eyeball. Pull it out like a band-aid. No, pull it out like a pin in a balloon. Your eyelid is acting tape on a balloon. Pull it in one motion but not too fast."
"Ok. You do it."
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Ok. Here goes."
I turned toward the mirror, grabbed it gently, prayed again, and pulled.
It clanged on the white ceramic tile as I dropped it.
"Oh my God?! Oh my God?! Is my eye still there?!"
I leaned into the mirror and very slowly opened my eyelid.
"Oh my God! Thank you God! Thank you Jesus! It's bloody and looks terrible and it's oozing eyeball but it's still there! Thank you God!"
"Keep you eyelid closed!"
"I need to take a shower!"
I just fell right then in a dead faint.
I woke up partially to him whispering in my ear "Someone's at the door unlocking it. I can hear sirens. You're going to be ok now. It sounds like your Mother. I don't want to be here. Don't tell her I was here."
Then he disappeared.