Where do I even begin today??? Continue on from my last post? Make a new category and the Ol'.. and I was born nonsense.?? Or should I blab my on/off existence of a "romantic" relationship. Nah... think I'll keep that one a little longer. Still feeling a little beat-up about that. Don't worry folks, He did NOT lay hands on me...He, I can honestly and gladly proclaim would not ever do that.
Let's see if I can pick up where I left off...I'll back track to the memories and behaviors that lead up to that awful day/night. (eventually)....
According to the boys father, I screamed and went into overload to the point I had a seizure (I'll explain those later)... Cuz the next thing I remember is waking up to the boys godfather banging on the bedroom window and Godmother hollering for me to wake up, if not R.P. gonna bust down the door. So, To say, I was confused momentarily is and understatement. I finally get to the door and let them in, all 3 of us are wondering where the heck CK is. Anyway, that's when the conversation turns to me.. Apparently, I when I screamed CK was speaking on the phone with RP and RP heard me. CK briefly told him what happened (after I had my seizure and was asleep) and they hung up. RL and RP decided to come check on me and when no one answered called CK. They were a bit pissed that he left me there alone. They understood the devastation I would be feeling. And were concerned for my mental and physical safety. Cuz think about it folks...I had spent almost 2 months in the hospital by myself, had an emergency C-section, and just found out my 1st born was on the run. I could understand their concern, but, I was mainly in shock and could only cry. It wasn't until the next morning when I began losing my grip. So many people began tagging me or posting the news link on my Facebook. And OMG!!! the comments people left on those links. Then came all the Facebook messenger hits from people I hadn't heard from in a long while. that was when I began to slip into myself. Self-imposed isolation.
So many people told me to NOT read the comments, but it is hard you know. It just kills me to witness how mean people really are. Don't get me wrong, I understand the tragedy, the cost/loss of what was done. But, so many folks forget that the "perps" have families too. They have folks that love them, NO parent raises their child to act/commit something like that. There wasn't only 2 families affected by this...but .... 6....
I couldn't eat. I had a hard time enjoying visiting the Twinkies. JW looks so much like my 1st born. JF was so tiny and struggling to learn how to suckle. So, I had so many worries on my heart and spirit. I didn't know where DV was, I had no idea who those individuals were that he was with that night. I had so many questions, I was afraid. Afraid for my son, for my Twinkies... I couldn't eat/sleep. I had to see my OB for a follow up 3 days after that evening. He could tell something was wrong, it was so hard to say out loud that my son was involved in that trauma. He had a $1 million bounty on him!!! How do you even digest that??? Your BABY IS BEING HUNTED!!??? I mean seriously.. how is a Mom supposed to handle that???
Then one mid-morning day...I was on the phone with DV's Dad... And he actually told me to calm down. That our son is ok. That he was in Bangkok (not really). That the "Powers That Be" had informed him of that. Naturally, I lost my Ish... Like WTF do you mean "the Powers That Be" have told you this?!?!? Of course, I didn't believe him. Well....Let me tell you something.... around 4pm that very same day, I received a call from a number I didn't know. I don't normally answer those, but.... remember, my son was on the run and I was desperate to find him before the Police did.
It was my son on the other end... First thing he said was....Momma, be calm, I'm ok. I'm In "Bangkok".... come get me. I swear to y'all I just about fainted. And I'm not "THAT Feakin Girly". I didn't have a vehicle available, so I started calling around. Wrote down the info he gave me where to find him. I was finally able to secure a ride. The entire way there, my heart was in my throat. I kept looking around to see if we were being followed. My "crime show" watching ass just "KNEW' the popo had somehow been monitoring me, the house, etc. We finally arrived in 'Bangkok". I couldn't sit still.. And then, I finally saw him. My beautiful boy!!! My Beautiful boy was ok. But, Oh My God!!! He was so thin. He was flea-bitten and gaunt. And his gorgeous hair had been roughly buzzed/butchered. I practically jumped out of the car trying to get to him. He yells at me to stay. Which was actually a good thing. I was still swollen all over and couldn't walk, let alone move well or quickly. Yes, y'all know I damn near crushed his ribs hugging him. He wasn't even completely seated. I would give anything, to be able to hold my son again....
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