when is tomorrow chpt. 8 - marilyn
Marilyn
March 15th, 2006
Almost a month had passed since my sister’s funeral. My mother had gone to Georgia after she had sold my sister’s house, my father walked back to his home in Newport Beach, and my brother was more protective than ever. It was awkward without having her to call. I almost called her phone the other day, thinking she’d pick up and tell me about what her new baby was doing. Tearing up, I came to the conclusion that I had no one to turn to with my new problem.
Sitting on the edge of the emergency room hospital bed, I looked into Rainier’s compact flashlight and tried hard not to blink. “I walked in the house, that’s it. I promise.” Okay, so, maybe I had been lying just a little. My new life with John was absolutely horrible. I was now sleeping on the couch downstairs; Grace was sleeping in the guest room right down the hall. John, like usual, was sleeping in his own bed after he kicked me out because I wouldn’t sleep with him. Day after day, he asked, and I refused. Then, he was fed up with me and took his first, sober blow at me.
Appalled, I just stood there, hoping this was a terrible dream I’d wake up from. Two nights later, I caught him yelling at Grace because she spilled a glass of water on the floor in the kitchen. There was no man who could ever yell at my niece and get away with it. Jacoby didn’t get away with it; his sentence was coming up in a few days. John, well, he’ll have to wait about that.
“Okay, you’re lying to me, Marilyn, just tell me what happened, please. If you need help, I’ll try and get some for you.” Rainier sat down next to me, her blonde hair flicking me in the face.
“He thought he could take advantage of me because I had just lost my sister, I was lying in bed next to him, and I said no. I kept saying no, and then he backhanded me one day.” Going on, I blocked the scene out of my head, trying to keep a serious rather than afraid look on my face.
“About two days later, he, uh, got angry at my niece because she spilled water on the kitchen floor. That was the straw that broke my fucking back. I got in front of her and yelled back. I don’t exactly remember what happened, nor do I really want to. I sort of just blacked out, really.” I was always scared for my life, and now that I had been away from Brian for more than three weeks, I was getting anxious, worried, and even regretful.
“Oh, I think I should say, and I’ve known for quite a while. I’m actually pregnant. Just finished my first trimester.” Giving a light chuckle, I gave my brow a raise and then looked to Rainier, who, surprisingly, didn’t look too pleased with my decision to tell her about it right now. She had become more than a paramedic who treated me almost on a weekly basis; she was my friend, confidant, and a shoulder to lean on.
“What the fuck do you want now?”
“I’m leaving.” I told John as I walked through the door, but not before I had a word with my brother about my departure from the Costa Mesa home. “I’m taking Grace, my things, and my car. I am leaving this house, and I never want anything to do with you.” I wanted to talk so much shit on him, knowing my brother, who held victory in being taller over John, but not in body frame, had my back if anything went wrong.
“I never want anything to do with your sorry ass,” I shoved all of my belongings into different tote bags I picked up from over the years. It took only one bag for Grace’s clothes and her favorite toys. Breathing heavily, I looked out the window at the driveway and noticed a bubbly Grace and a happy Uncle Seize, but his radiant smile seemed to fade once he saw the pained expression on my face.
“You are just junk,” I egged him on, knowing he would never go to the police if he didn’t want his brother to know what he had done to his girlfriend - yeah, that was technically right, we never ‘officially’ broke up - nor did he want the other guys to know what kind of man he was. He was a fucking failure, not even a man. “And I hope you rot in hell,” I walked past him with the bags in my hand, throwing them out onto the front lawn. “But I’ll probably see you down there for brutally, brutally murdering you,” I smiled at him and then tossed my house keys at his head. “You nasty little piece of shit,” I told him, still waiting for him to do something to me. “You could never have someone like me. You are shit! SHIT!” I wanted to rub it in his face.
All the while, he was just standing there, taking this all in. What the fuck was he thinking about? And then he lunged at me, but I had already moved, so I wouldn’t get hit with the opening door.
Yelling, since his head had met the doorknob, John looked up at my slightly intimidating and very psycho brother.
“Get out.” Seize didn’t have to tell me twice. And, although he was my little brother, he watched out for me more than I did myself. Tying his hair in a ponytail, he slid a grin across his face. “Marilyn’s right, John, you are shit. If you,” he pulled him up by the collar of his Salvage shirt and violently shook him, “tell anyone of this mess, I swear I’ll fucking cut out your motherfucking tongue out and eat it right in front of you. I am not playing around with you. You hit my sister; you kicked her, punched, and even broke ribs. Oh! You even touched my niece. I should fucking chop your dick off and let you die!” He was more than happy to be saying this.
Shoving the bags into the backseat with Grace, I made sure she was alright, flashing her a smile.
“Just a second, okay? I’m going to see what Uncle Seize is doing, okay?” You could never fool kids, though. They just knew, even if they didn’t want to tell you. I ran back to the front door just in time to see Seize walk out with his hands in his front pockets.
“Let’s go and get some food. I’m kind of hungry,” he smiled and then turned me around, leading me to the car. “Grace has been talking about how she wants a Happy Meal because of a toy. You want anything? You have to eat for my little niece or nephew. Even though I hated your fucking boyfriend. Brian was such a - “
“Grace happens to like him, Seize, so, if you would…” I gave him a ‘shut the hell up’ smile.
“Right, so, Happy Meal it is!”
It was amazing how he could be so angry, vulgar, and a threat one minute, and the next, he was talking about how he was hungry and caring about what I wanted to eat and how my baby was going to be.
March 15th, 2006
Almost a month had passed since my sister’s funeral. My mother had gone to Georgia after she had sold my sister’s house, my father walked back to his home in Newport Beach, and my brother was more protective than ever. It was awkward without having her to call. I almost called her phone the other day, thinking she’d pick up and tell me about what her new baby was doing. Tearing up, I came to the conclusion that I had no one to turn to with my new problem.
Sitting on the edge of the emergency room hospital bed, I looked into Rainier’s compact flashlight and tried hard not to blink. “I walked in the house, that’s it. I promise.” Okay, so, maybe I had been lying just a little. My new life with John was absolutely horrible. I was now sleeping on the couch downstairs; Grace was sleeping in the guest room right down the hall. John, like usual, was sleeping in his own bed after he kicked me out because I wouldn’t sleep with him. Day after day, he asked, and I refused. Then, he was fed up with me and took his first, sober blow at me.
Appalled, I just stood there, hoping this was a terrible dream I’d wake up from. Two nights later, I caught him yelling at Grace because she spilled a glass of water on the floor in the kitchen. There was no man who could ever yell at my niece and get away with it. Jacoby didn’t get away with it; his sentence was coming up in a few days. John, well, he’ll have to wait about that.
“Okay, you’re lying to me, Marilyn, just tell me what happened, please. If you need help, I’ll try and get some for you.” Rainier sat down next to me, her blonde hair flicking me in the face.
“He thought he could take advantage of me because I had just lost my sister, I was lying in bed next to him, and I said no. I kept saying no, and then he backhanded me one day.” Going on, I blocked the scene out of my head, trying to keep a serious rather than afraid look on my face.
“About two days later, he, uh, got angry at my niece because she spilled water on the kitchen floor. That was the straw that broke my fucking back. I got in front of her and yelled back. I don’t exactly remember what happened, nor do I really want to. I sort of just blacked out, really.” I was always scared for my life, and now that I had been away from Brian for more than three weeks, I was getting anxious, worried, and even regretful.
“Oh, I think I should say, and I’ve known for quite a while. I’m actually pregnant. Just finished my first trimester.” Giving a light chuckle, I gave my brow a raise and then looked to Rainier, who, surprisingly, didn’t look too pleased with my decision to tell her about it right now. She had become more than a paramedic who treated me almost on a weekly basis; she was my friend, confidant, and a shoulder to lean on.
“What the fuck do you want now?”
“I’m leaving.” I told John as I walked through the door, but not before I had a word with my brother about my departure from the Costa Mesa home. “I’m taking Grace, my things, and my car. I am leaving this house, and I never want anything to do with you.” I wanted to talk so much shit on him, knowing my brother, who held victory in being taller over John, but not in body frame, had my back if anything went wrong.
“I never want anything to do with your sorry ass,” I shoved all of my belongings into different tote bags I picked up from over the years. It took only one bag for Grace’s clothes and her favorite toys. Breathing heavily, I looked out the window at the driveway and noticed a bubbly Grace and a happy Uncle Seize, but his radiant smile seemed to fade once he saw the pained expression on my face.
“You are just junk,” I egged him on, knowing he would never go to the police if he didn’t want his brother to know what he had done to his girlfriend - yeah, that was technically right, we never ‘officially’ broke up - nor did he want the other guys to know what kind of man he was. He was a fucking failure, not even a man. “And I hope you rot in hell,” I walked past him with the bags in my hand, throwing them out onto the front lawn. “But I’ll probably see you down there for brutally, brutally murdering you,” I smiled at him and then tossed my house keys at his head. “You nasty little piece of shit,” I told him, still waiting for him to do something to me. “You could never have someone like me. You are shit! SHIT!” I wanted to rub it in his face.
All the while, he was just standing there, taking this all in. What the fuck was he thinking about? And then he lunged at me, but I had already moved, so I wouldn’t get hit with the opening door.
Yelling, since his head had met the doorknob, John looked up at my slightly intimidating and very psycho brother.
“Get out.” Seize didn’t have to tell me twice. And, although he was my little brother, he watched out for me more than I did myself. Tying his hair in a ponytail, he slid a grin across his face. “Marilyn’s right, John, you are shit. If you,” he pulled him up by the collar of his Salvage shirt and violently shook him, “tell anyone of this mess, I swear I’ll fucking cut out your motherfucking tongue out and eat it right in front of you. I am not playing around with you. You hit my sister; you kicked her, punched, and even broke ribs. Oh! You even touched my niece. I should fucking chop your dick off and let you die!” He was more than happy to be saying this.
Shoving the bags into the backseat with Grace, I made sure she was alright, flashing her a smile.
“Just a second, okay? I’m going to see what Uncle Seize is doing, okay?” You could never fool kids, though. They just knew, even if they didn’t want to tell you. I ran back to the front door just in time to see Seize walk out with his hands in his front pockets.
“Let’s go and get some food. I’m kind of hungry,” he smiled and then turned me around, leading me to the car. “Grace has been talking about how she wants a Happy Meal because of a toy. You want anything? You have to eat for my little niece or nephew. Even though I hated your fucking boyfriend. Brian was such a - “
“Grace happens to like him, Seize, so, if you would…” I gave him a ‘shut the hell up’ smile.
“Right, so, Happy Meal it is!”
It was amazing how he could be so angry, vulgar, and a threat one minute, and the next, he was talking about how he was hungry and caring about what I wanted to eat and how my baby was going to be.