Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
Doris greeted me and literally flipped me over her shoulder.
She was yelling, “Where’s the rent money and my sewing machine?”
I got up, still in shock of the greeting I had received. I looked at her and said, “How the hell would I know? Why don’t you ask your pimp boyfriend?”
At this point, both of our boyfriends came strolling in the door as if everything was all honky dory. As they walked into the kitchen, they found Doris beat red in the face and me, sitting on the floor, apparently trying to compose myself. How does one do that when they are flipped over someone’s shoulder and back?
By this time, I was getting up and started leaning against the fridge door and she was looking much like a mad cow at this point. I do not recall ever seeing her look this way. It was as if she was not Doris any longer, the demon in her had surfaced.
She lunged at Walter, grabbing at his shirt and said “Abernathy tells me you took the rent money and my sewing machine, is this true?” Of course, he was never going to admit to anything.
He looked over her shoulder and straight at me and said “What? You are going to listen to her? She took it, we saw her!”
Now all the attention was back on me, next thing I knew, I was suddenly thrown into a wall and it was time to start fighting back. Boy, did I ever fight back.
All of a sudden, my boyfriend Miguel starts yelling, “Abernathy did not take it, we did, we needed some weed, we took it, leave her alone”.
Well gee, thanks Miguel, too little too late as they say. I looked at all of them, went and grabbed my partially packed suitcase from the previous week, walked out the door and lets just say I did not have very nice things to say as I marched down the stairs to the main door.
Miguel came running down the stairs after me, begging me to not go and expressing how sorry he was. I made my way out onto the sidewalk, stopped and turned to him.
I said, “Miguel, I really like you, in fact I can even say I was falling in love with you. You’re a nice guy but I can’t be around this crap. I deserve better than this. You stood there and watched us fight for at least five minutes before speaking up. You should have spoken up the moment she asked the question.”
He walked over to me, started hugging me and saying how sorry he was, but it just wasn't enough. I could not live like this. I hugged him back, we kissed and I started walking down the street, my eyes swelling up, fighting back the tears.
I roamed around and stayed with whomever I could until a friend Monica stated she needed a roommate. It was then that I started having severe pain in my stomach. It was not just like your regular stomach cramp, it was a double over and screaming kind of pain.
I went to the hospital on my own, saw a doctor and he said “You’re constipated, we will give you an enema and this should clear you up.” The nurse gave me an enema. I wasn’t happy about it, but I did feel a little better and chalked it all up to what he said.
Three days passed. I was walking down the street and in dire pain again. The next thing I remember, waking up on a gurney, seeing lights on the ceiling pass over me quite quickly and then I was out again.
The following day when I finally woke up, I realized I had been hooked up to a machine and had tubes sticking out of me everywhere. I tried to sit up but this pain on my right side was unbearable and I could barely move. My appendix had burst.
When the nurse came in and saw me struggling to get out of the bed, she said, “Abernathy, you have to stay put, you can not get out of bed yet.” I asked her what exactly happened and this was when I found out that I had passed out on a sidewalk and apparently for quite a while.
If someone is found unconscious on a sidewalk, people always seem to think you must be drunk or high. That’s why I laid there in that condition so long. I had an angel, one person who saw me, put me in his car and drove me to the hospital. It turned out that if I had not made it there when I did, I would have died on that sidewalk.
Not knowing who this person was, only knowing that this wonderful person saved my life, I needed to find out who he or she was.
It was later that afternoon that this person, a total stranger walked into my room and asked “Abernathy, are you ok?” Who was he? I wondered. “I am feeling better, but my appendix burst and apparently a lot of the poison went through my body so I will be here for about three weeks according to the nurses.”
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