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The sound of voices snapped Susan back to the present. She could hear Mary and the policeman talking. Running the water in the sink, she splashed some cold water on her face, dried it with a towel and unlocked the door.
Taking in a deep breath, knees wobbling, Susan exited the bathroom and walked into the living room where her mother was standing with the officer. He turned to her and spoke, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she replied nervously, “but you will have to follow me ’cause I have to drop the car off somewhere for Jason to pick it up. It’s not in my name and I don’t want him filing theft charges against me.”
With that being said, she turned to hug her mother goodbye. “Call me when you get settled in and let me know what the set up is and if I come there to see you or you can leave with me or whatever their rules are.”
“I will, mom. Thanks for always being here for me. Where’s dad?”
“He is downstairs.”
Susan turned to the officer saying, “I’ll be right back!” and proceeded to run down to the basement to tell her father she was leaving. “I’m going to the shelter, dad.”
“Okay, best place for you right now.”
“I love you,” she said and bent to kiss him on the cheek.
“Ditto,” was his usual response and today was no different. He was still hurt though, she could see it in his eyes, but no time to worry about that right now. Those wounds would have plenty of time to heal in the coming months, after he was sure that she was not going back.
As Susan walked back up the stairs, she started thinking about work again. Since the day with the black eye, more and more had been discussed between her and Jim. She knew that he would be proud of her once he found out that she had actually done what she said she was going to do.
The officer followed her to a location close to her house where she got out of the car, leaving the keys in it, and got into the squad car. They drove the dozen or so city blocks to the shelter in quiet conversation. He explained to her what the police procedures were concerning the shelter, how they would give her a 911 cell phone to use for emergencies outside of it, and about the 15 minute intervals that a cruiser was scheduled to pass by it and check the perimeter. He explained that they had an 8 foot privacy fence around the back where the play yard was, camera’s mounted on every corner and a panic button linked directly to the police station.
By the time they arrived, Susan felt much calmer. She was very appreciative for the officer’s concise description of what she could expect. It had kept her mind off of what she was doing and made her feel assured that she would be safe.
Pulling up in front of the shelter the officer radioed in that he was dropping her off and would be inside for a few minutes. Then he faced Susan, “It will get hectic when we get in there so just let me say here that I wish you all the luck in the world and to tell you that you are doing the right thing. No man has the right to hit you, EVER!”
She looked at his young, baby face and thought it sweet of him to say so. “Thanks” she said
“As much as I’m gonna be.”
“Okay, stay in the car until I come around to get you.”
Susan did as she was told and, all at once, her stomach began to turn over and a wave of nausea hit her…
Teresa Marie 1/27/12 ©
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- Where Did I Go? – Part Three (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Four (terri0729.wordpress.com)
- Where Did I Go? – Part Five (terri0729.wordpress.com)