Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
The attendants patched me up and asked if I was sure I did not want to go to the hospital. I assured them that my injuries were superficial and that I would be fine.
No one seemed to know where he went, they even went to the apartment next door and asked if he came through there. Our balcony was divided with a six foot divider and we all thought he could have gone over it. But they only said they heard the commotion but did not see anything or anyone. The police left, but without my brother, and all I could do was wait and see if he would attempt to come back.
My neighbor, Julie, came over. She wanted to make sure I was okay. I had bruises from head to toe. It would take weeks to heal them all. My lip was split and very sore and my nose was twice the size. My brother really did a number on me. Even my eye was starting to swell shut.
Julie went to the hall closet and grabbed a face cloth and proceeded to help me clean up my face. Every touch stung like a bee. All the while, I wondered what happened to Jim. He was gone and we did not know if he was dead or alive.
After Julie left, about thirty minutes passed, and I heard a knock on the balcony door. I looked out the window and it was Jim.
I opened the wooden door but left the screen door locked. I told him the police were looking for him and that I was pressing charges against him for assault. I personally had no intention on doing this, but I wanted him scared, and out of my life.
He pleaded with me to let him in; he thought that an apology was going to make me trust him again.
I asked him through the window, “Where were you?”
He said, "I scaled the balconies all the way up to the fourteenth floor."
I thought to myself, “Oh my god, he could have died doing this", was he so high at that time from adrenaline? Did he not understand the danger of what he did?” So I left and got Julie and her husband, Rick, from next door. I needed backup in case he jumped me again.
Rick proceeded to the balcony and said, “I am going to let you in but I am warning you, do anything to anyone in here, I will personally escort you out, whether it be head or feet first. Do you understand me?”
Jim agreed and he did seem much calmer at that point. I think he had come to the conclusion that this was a losing battle. He had only two choices; come in and remain calm, or to stay out and climb down eleven flights by balconies.
We let him in and he packed his things as quickly as he could,. Julie and Rick followed him around to make sure he took nothing that did not belong to him. He turned to me and apologized once more while he handed Rick the keys.
I called Remo at work and explained in as little detail as I could about what happened. Did Remo come home early that night? Of course not, why would he? It was not like I was dead or anything. Maybe I did not tell him enough and he simply thought it was just a sister and brother doing the sibling thing.
He got home at 1:30 am and when he saw me, he was in shock. Remo was definitely not prepared to see his wife looking quite so battered.
The only thing my loving husband had to say was, “Why did you have to piss him off? You know your brother has a bad temper.”
I just shook my head, and lied back down on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on my eye and ignored him.
What could I say? Remo honestly thought I deserved it. Maybe I could have handled it differently, but I was angry, and did not want my brother thinking I was a push over.
The next day I called Mom and Dad and told them what had happened. By the tone and the words they spoke, they left me feeling like I was exaggerating the story. Mom said she would not believe that Jim would do this to his own sister. But since they could not see the damage to my body, they minimized the situation as if it was like the fights we use to have as kids. Little did they know, Jim was a loose cannon and he needed professional help.
Jim eventually moved back to Lethbridge and my parents allowed him back in the house. From the moment he left my home, I refused to talk to him, or be near him. This was going to be difficult to maintain since my sister announced that she was getting married. I would have to be in my parent’s home while my brother was also living there.
Would he do anything to me while they were there? I could only hope things would be civilized between us. We had to think of my sister now and put our differences and my fear of him aside for the time being.
Yes, my sister was finally getting married at the age of twenty-eight and asked me to be a bridesmaid. This made me ecstatically happy. It was the first time she was including me willingly in her life. To think she wanted me to be a part of one of the most important days to her, was a real honor. Needless to say I had to do a bit of commuting back and forth between Lethbridge and Edmonton for fittings and such. I didn’t mind; we made it work.
Her wedding day came. It was beautiful and I was so happy for her. She truly made such a gorgeous bride.
The only problem I had, during the wedding, was that my dress was a little tight. I knew I had not gained any weight. My feet were also terribly swollen in my shoes.
A week after the wedding I went to see the doctor since I had not been feeling well. I had no idea that I was pregnant again and it came as a huge shock.
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Chapter 3 - Part 7 continues tomorrow
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