| 09/29/1999 21:17 CST Waiting. |
He sat in complete silence. Awaiting their arrival. Placing his forehead on the tables edge he looked down. Seeing only his hands sitting idle in his lap, and his black jeans running in to the form of his black boot that faded in to the world out side of his range of vision. He had lost his glasses in the fight that had landed him in this barren room. barren all but the table and chair he sat at.
The fight should never have happen. She was right when she told him he should go see a shrink to help him with his alcohol problem. She was right, and he was wrong. He was to drunk to give in and admit it. he had swung his arm and struck her in the face, then continued to swing down with the other landing his fist square on her shoulder, a loud cracking sound filled the air briefly then a whale of pain. with this whale he stopped, he broke down in tears as he rushed forth towards the cowering figure of her. she backed away quickly, she was afraid of him. She knew it was only the alcohol controlling him, and that come the morning he would be sober enough to approach she hurriedly rushed into the bedroom and locked the door. he realized pursuit would be futile and headed off towards the living room.
The next morning as he woke to hear a soft crying from the bed room. He slowly approached the door and began methodically turning the doorknob freeing the lock. he then opened the door slowly. She was flat on her back holding her left arm at a strange angle and postion.he approached quickly in fear for her well being, now sober. She still cowered back in fear that he would strike her again. He didn't, instead he held a hand out gently towards her. She took it gently in her own and pulled her self into a sitting position on the side of the bed. He helped her to stand and assisted her to the car. Once they where both inside. they looked at each other, and in an exchange of silence both apologized for the last night happenings. With that the car speed out of the drive way.
Once she was in the hands of the Emergency room workers, he silently snuck out of the noisy hospital ER. From the ER he got back in the car and headed for the least likely of all places. He arrived at the police station with in 5 minutes. He entered the bustle of the Police Station silently, and as he entered the whole room became a dreary silent to him, his whole life had become silent with in the span of 12 hours. He approached the desk and had a few words with the dispatcher who directed him down the hallway towards the interrogating rooms. In room 121 he sits waiting, not for the police, not for the lawyers, but for help.
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