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I noticed her from the front, what appeared to be a young girl, stumbled on our driveway. I went to go outside and see if she was okay, but Mike put his hand on me as if to say "Don't." I shook it off and pursued the retreating back.
All I saw was her back and I yelled out to see if she was okay, but she didn't respond, so I hastened my steps. When I caught up to her she startled and wheeled around, almost falling. I gasped, her face and front of her shirt was covered in blood, there were droplets of blood on her jeans and shoes, her jeans were torn and she was crying.
Gently, I led her to the house, and brought her inside. Mike had put the dogs up. He sat her in a chair in the kitchen and started to attend to her deep cut over her eye. I went in the other room to call 911.
Her ex-boyfriend had beat her up. Did a damn good job of it too. She was terrified and rightly so. Three sherrifs and an ambulance later- she declined medical assistance, her mom finally arrived to take her to the hospital.
Seeing her there brought back bad memories, of Saturday night drunks and the bar life and the fights afterward. Of the shame of marrying the wrong man, and the thoughts I had that were so dark and bleak. I know this girl's terror, I tasted it long ago. After the house had cleared of people, I gave Mike a long hard hug and thanked him for not being violent, for not having a short fuse or a quick temper.
We have love in our home, love and laughter. As I watched Mandy drive away, I silently wished her the same in her future, away from dangerous guys with fast fists and quiet rage.
Pray for her guys, after what I just witnessed, she is going to need all the protection she can get.
All I saw was her back and I yelled out to see if she was okay, but she didn't respond, so I hastened my steps. When I caught up to her she startled and wheeled around, almost falling. I gasped, her face and front of her shirt was covered in blood, there were droplets of blood on her jeans and shoes, her jeans were torn and she was crying.
Gently, I led her to the house, and brought her inside. Mike had put the dogs up. He sat her in a chair in the kitchen and started to attend to her deep cut over her eye. I went in the other room to call 911.
Her ex-boyfriend had beat her up. Did a damn good job of it too. She was terrified and rightly so. Three sherrifs and an ambulance later- she declined medical assistance, her mom finally arrived to take her to the hospital.
Seeing her there brought back bad memories, of Saturday night drunks and the bar life and the fights afterward. Of the shame of marrying the wrong man, and the thoughts I had that were so dark and bleak. I know this girl's terror, I tasted it long ago. After the house had cleared of people, I gave Mike a long hard hug and thanked him for not being violent, for not having a short fuse or a quick temper.
We have love in our home, love and laughter. As I watched Mandy drive away, I silently wished her the same in her future, away from dangerous guys with fast fists and quiet rage.
Pray for her guys, after what I just witnessed, she is going to need all the protection she can get.