Blind, Deaf and full of Shit.......
Just yesterday the phone rang, it was that damn ex of her new shack-up boyfriend's,"Damn that heathen! Now what the hell does she want? I hope her son doesn't hear the phone." It was her boyfriend Frances' son's mother calling. It was an emergency call to pick up the eldest child they shared from the police station. "I'm on my way" Frances said to Felona's dismay. "Well, wait on me. Don't you dare go near Her without me, remember what we learned in church!" Felona took her sweet time applying make-up to her pitted mug. "She will see I am much prettier now that I have been justified and saved" Hours passed while the worried mother paced, dressed in sweats, no make up and anxious to get to her son. The woman's car was down yet again. Due to lack of child support for so many years, (Frances didn't believe it should be spent on living expenses so he found ways out of paying it), she barely brought in enough for the basics. "Well, Frances, I guess I am ready to go now" Felona said as she flung her purse over her bony shoulder. "She is probably exaggerating anyways, the cream puff that she is and all" Felona laughed.
The ex's name was Angel. For years Frances laughed and made fun of her honesty. Angel was not stupid but she was very naive in many ways. She still had faith in the system to a certain extent and always tried to do what she felt was right in her heart. While Frances would party and steal, Angel would work, study, stay aware, and return what she could that he had robbed. It was always a struggle to try to make up for his lack of conscience. A struggle she eventually left. In fact one of the main things that made her car "break down" was the fact she couldn't afford it to be legal. Angel would never drive under those circumstances. This was another thing Frances and Felona found to be silly and stupid as they were no strangers to criminal activity. It was their life for so many years. It is still there way of thinking. When Angel and Frances were together, common friends would refer to them as beauty and the beast. Frances deep down resented Angel yet she certainly came in handy with her little innocent already made family. Frances looked like the "family man" when he was with her. When Angel finally stood her ground saying No to all the abuse and dark ugly ways, Frances made a vow to destroy her. Angel was forgiving after time, and although she never believed in regrets, her forgiving nature was of her worst mistakes.
When the car pulled up in front of the police station, Angel swiftly got out. She took a deep breath and went inside to the window. Felona and Frances, being rather allergic to police stations and LEOs, stayed in the car ready to leave if need be as they were both felons and could possibly have a warrant or two. Angel was so angry that her son, Frances junior, had been drinking. (she had found this out from a frantic phone call from one of his friends during her long wait on her ride). Frances Jr. had been doing so well for so long. Any time there is alcohol involved it is trouble for him. Angel knew when he didn't come home for supper and there was no call --something was terribly wrong. Frances Jr. was being released to Angel , there was a paper to be signed and some time left to wait. Angel had heard a lot of screaming and yelling during her wait . The police officer, looking a little confused himself, had explained several times that France Jr. may be a little banged up through no fault of the police. Angel made up her mind that she would not scold her son nor worry about anything until she got him home and he sobered up. It would have fallen on deaf ears and nothing would have been accomplished. Frances Jr is a bright boy, and capable of great success both financially and in life itself. When he does not drink, he is athletic, a hard worker, and he is a great inspiration to his peers He is a delight to be in the company of, extremely polite and respectful. These are qualities not surfacing on this dark ugly day. Not by him, not by those in authority.
The door opened and two police officers appeared ."Angel, it sounds like he may be giving us a little trouble back there, maybe you can calm him down so he can go home." Angel being as trusting and compliant as usual accompanied the police officers to where her son was. Sure enough she heard an adult male voice yelling"Put your shoes on, you're being released." She wondered why he wouldn't be cooperating. And what is that smacking sound anyways? She continued down the long echoing hallway with the police officers until they neared the doorway. She froze in disbelief. The two officers immediately started to explain almost in a panic "we just brought her back to calm him down." There he stood. He was a homely man, looking like a tall new born ostrich on crack with a bad crew cut. Frances was handcuffed to a bench and doubled over crying (there was no way for him to reach any shoes) "Get her the fuck out of here! No in fact you know what? Mother, you may as well go home, You're son is going to county!" he growled as he dug his big rough fingers in her arm to the point she felt tears welling up in her eyes. He towered over her like a giant. She looked straight up in his cold unmerciful eyes. He started dragging her down the hallway. Angel had no time to do anything. She was like in another world. She heard of police brutality but she had the misconception that you at least had to break the law first. Angel was frightened for herself and for what would happen to her son after she left. It was clear he believed she may have seen more than what she actually did. He was enraged at her and the two police that brought her back there. His name was officer Powatripace. Before she had a chance to get out the door Powatripace slammed it into her with all his might. At this point time stood still for Angel, it was if it was a traumatic nightmare. There was no way these were the people she admired, trusted and often advocated for. Why were the little cops letting this big viscous bully do this? Why wasn't he stopped long before this? What else has he done that made him feel at liberty to do this? The police station had become a dark dirty closet of lies in Angels trusting eyes. Everyone seemed to have scattered in Powatripace's presence. There was no one to help her nor to stand up for her. Angel knew now that all the stories, all the accusations were true. The town was too small, too unregulated, and the police were the villians. She was hurt.
Powertripace was a monster and the fact that the door didn't close all the way because of Angels body being in the way, infuriated him all the more. He grumbled something and came running behind her. She had made it only to the glass doors with one foot out. He grabbed her by the throat from behind and twisted her as he slammed her face first into the floor. Before he could execute this move (that he later claimed is because she was chubby) she screamed for help in hopes that if she died (as it were rumored that so many others had) someone would at least know what happened. Angel was kicked and molested and called names and laughed at. She was careful not to make any moves and just took her mistreatment. Angel felt like she was being attacked by muggers. Felona heard this and seen Angel being attacked. She came running in and thru her hands up when they told her to get out or go to jail. Felona was very familiar with jail so she left Angel at the mercy of this crooked hateful beast. Felona shared many laughs at the fact the woman who refused to so much as reuse a postage stamp was being injured. After all, Angel was that damn goody- two- shoes in their eyes.
Felona and Frances did make a phone call to Angels children at least but then of course just relaxed and rejoiced in the fact that maybe they could use this to paint an ugly picture of the woman who sickened them with her law abiding ways.
Angel was pushing forty, attractive, a non drinker, and getting thick in the midsection after a year of two away from her exercise routine. She had a sense of humor about everything and in no way would she ever make anyone regret meeting her. Well, that is, unless they were a monster like Powatripace. Angel never had time to get high nor did she have the desire to. She believed in facing everything good or bad--head on and clear. She found fun in most situations despite that however. (maybe because of) She had thick, blonde, curly hair and was usually smiling and or trying to make someone else smile. In fact that was her job. She worked for the state in an area of advocacy (to protect people from what had just happened to her). Now it was her and she was alone. She never learned how to stick up for herself. She knew how to protect others --it came so much easier.
After much more of the same type treatment, in came a tall handsome man in uniform. Angel had seen him before. He was married to an attractive bright-eyed principal there in town. He too always had such a peaceful, honest loving look in his eye. His name was Sgt. Strong. He was shocked to see Angel there crying with handcuffs digging into her flesh. "what are the charges?" he said as he gestured with his hands as if to ask if they were on drugs. "oh, resisting?" one of the officers said shrugging his shoulders. "well, resisting what arrest?" Strong asked. "um, uh, how about interference?" Sgt Strong took the officer back into another room. Angel wanted to plead with Strong without them hearing her rat on them. It was too late to stop what had taken place but Strong ordered the cuffs off of her. She was eventually sent back to the cell anyways but the officers were more quiet in Strong's presence.
The cell was little and dark with what looked to be blood and feces all over the walls. It wasn't like on TV Angel thought. Angel had made up her mind --"they are not getting away with this" Strong must have had to leave again because they resumed with their perverted, sick statements and threats as she remained quiet. She knew she may not make it out alive, but the fact Strong may question if she didn't was her one hope. At forty years old, she knew she had a few years left on earth---just enough time to see justice served on each and everyone one of the corrupt cops that hurt the reputation of all the good ones. Strong, amongst others Angel knew, had good intentions and did good work enforcing the law. They don't need to suffer because of a sociopathic prick like Powatripace and those who condone him. She now knew what her reason on earth was. Now she must find the means.
"Well, she got out a few hours later some how" Felona growled to Frances in front of guests. She quickly made an attempt to cover "praise God." Frances said, "I wonder how she got the money?" Frances felt as if the culprit should be "gutted" ( one of his favorite expressions). "It was probably that Marybelle woman" he said. Frances knew that Marybelle woman quite well. In fact she had helped him for years financially and emotionally. She was one of those he betrayed in his "walks with Jesus". In truth, he knew he couldn't lie to her for he knew that she knew the truth of his intentions. Frances also turned his back on a youth that he helped mold. Frances taught the lad to steal, use drugs, and view the world in a negative , pessimistic way. When the lifestyle had taken its toll on the boy, Frances turned his back claiming he was 'the devil's playmate". Frances did this to save his own image from being shown in truth. Frances was an ill intentioned hypocrite filled with hate and disloyalty. Never did a more selfish creature walk the earth. The boy, now a young adult of 18 looked very peaceful in his casket. Frances never attended to support the family nor did he even say a prayer. Frances created, then abandoned, the foundation for this circumstance. The boy was Marybelle's son.
Felona signed a statement basically claiming she was blind, deaf and full of shit on that dark dismal day. Only one third of that statement is true. "I'm just now getting my kids back, there is no way I can be subpoednaed to court." she said adding "And I know I'm not missing any work."
to be continued.........................