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Shaken and Stirred-up

March 10, 2008 at 11:25 pm

I don't remember exactly what he looked like, but I gave the officers the best information I could. I remembered his voice, of all things. The way he slurred my name as if he were some lover long ago jilted, and was seeking now to exact his revenge.

John kept Malachai for me, until the hospital had released me from the Emergency Room, and then, all I wanted was to crawl into bed, hold my son close, and push away the memory of every punch, slap, and foul word the man had said to me.

I was a whore. I would sometimes beg the men to talk dirty to me. Yet, there is something completely different about being called a 'cunt' and a 'whore' when the man is stealing your purse, and beating the shit out of you.

John has decided, with the apparent disappearance of our head of Security, that he will personally see to hiring someone to go with me everywhere I, and Malachai, go. A bodyguard. I never before felt the need for one, or even humored the idea, but the mere thought that my son could have been with me, could have been harmed, has me seeing the wisdom in the idea.

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