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<blockquote data-quote="New Leaf" data-source="post: 683605" data-attributes="member: 19522"><p>Sitting at work today, my cell phone rings, a number I do not recognize. I answered to a voice saying this is so and so from the prosecutors office.......that's when the air gets heavy and thoughts get kind of floaty and a deep breath takes a long time.</p><p>He is trying to find Rain.....a preliminary hearing tomorrow, she needs to take the stand. They want to put this guy away who beat her......my heart sinks to the floor and flutters. I stammer and swallow the lump forming in my throat, praising heaven and cursing circumstances.</p><p>"Does she live with you?"</p><p>Gulp.</p><p>I explain briefly to him our situation, how we have tried to help, tried to get her to a DV shelter. Tried.</p><p>Tried so long and so hard to make some sense of all of this.</p><p>The years of in and out and chaos flash before me like a sped up silent movie, as I speak, my voice waivering with the sorrow I am trying not to choke on.</p><p>Choices, consequences.</p><p>Now this.</p><p>It sits in the pit of my stomach as remorse and guilt bleed down the office walls closing in on me.</p><p>I explain to him where I think she may be staying and he talks a bit about if that's where she is living,</p><p>then</p><p>she</p><p>is</p><p>surely</p><p>mixed</p><p>up</p><p>with</p><p>meth.</p><p>The words slow down and echo through my soul. I know this, I do, but to <em>hear it </em>from this man......</p><p>He is kind, reassuring and understanding. I talk to him of the incidences I know of where Rain has been beaten and ask him why this man has been let free in the past. He cannot answer.</p><p>He says in a low voice, "This is a very violent, bad man, he has prior convictions and we want to get him off the streets. Your daughter is the victim and prime witness, and she needs to be at the trial tomorrow."</p><p>Gulp.</p><p>He goes on to tell me that he will spend the day looking for her.</p><p>I thank him several times, it does not express my gratitude.</p><p>I tell him that I will look for her after work, if need be.</p><p>He asks if I will be there in court.</p><p>I say yes. Of course.</p><p>I tell him it will not be easy for her and I am not sure if she will go through with it.</p><p>He then says, " We do not like to do this, but if she does not show, we may ask the judge to issue a warrant to bring her in to custody to testify."</p><p></p><p>Tick, tick, tick, says the clock as I process this.</p><p>Draw another long breath.</p><p>Okay.</p><p>I ask him to let me know if he has found her, and thank him again.</p><p>I hang up, shaking. I cry. The ugliness of the whole mess swirling around me.</p><p></p><p>I breathe.</p><p>Collect myself, I am at work.</p><p>It is a strange outre existence, working in an elementary school and getting a call from the prosecutors office about a trial for the man who beat your meth addicted homeless daughter. </p><p></p><p>The clock oozes off the wall like Dalis "Persistence of Memory" painting.</p><p>Drip.</p><p>Drip.</p><p>Drip.</p><p></p><p>I shake my head. </p><p>An hour has passed. I get a text. It is the same man........ I found Rain. She will be in court tomorrow.</p><p> Time and place.</p><p>I reply....... I will be there. Thank you.</p><p></p><p>I have never been to court.</p><p></p><p>Rain is going to have to be brave.</p><p></p><p>I can only imagine the things I am going to hear.</p><p></p><p>I am going to have to be very brave. </p><p></p><p>leafy</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="New Leaf, post: 683605, member: 19522"] Sitting at work today, my cell phone rings, a number I do not recognize. I answered to a voice saying this is so and so from the prosecutors office.......that's when the air gets heavy and thoughts get kind of floaty and a deep breath takes a long time. He is trying to find Rain.....a preliminary hearing tomorrow, she needs to take the stand. They want to put this guy away who beat her......my heart sinks to the floor and flutters. I stammer and swallow the lump forming in my throat, praising heaven and cursing circumstances. "Does she live with you?" Gulp. I explain briefly to him our situation, how we have tried to help, tried to get her to a DV shelter. Tried. Tried so long and so hard to make some sense of all of this. The years of in and out and chaos flash before me like a sped up silent movie, as I speak, my voice waivering with the sorrow I am trying not to choke on. Choices, consequences. Now this. It sits in the pit of my stomach as remorse and guilt bleed down the office walls closing in on me. I explain to him where I think she may be staying and he talks a bit about if that's where she is living, then she is surely mixed up with meth. The words slow down and echo through my soul. I know this, I do, but to [I]hear it [/I]from this man...... He is kind, reassuring and understanding. I talk to him of the incidences I know of where Rain has been beaten and ask him why this man has been let free in the past. He cannot answer. He says in a low voice, "This is a very violent, bad man, he has prior convictions and we want to get him off the streets. Your daughter is the victim and prime witness, and she needs to be at the trial tomorrow." Gulp. He goes on to tell me that he will spend the day looking for her. I thank him several times, it does not express my gratitude. I tell him that I will look for her after work, if need be. He asks if I will be there in court. I say yes. Of course. I tell him it will not be easy for her and I am not sure if she will go through with it. He then says, " We do not like to do this, but if she does not show, we may ask the judge to issue a warrant to bring her in to custody to testify." Tick, tick, tick, says the clock as I process this. Draw another long breath. Okay. I ask him to let me know if he has found her, and thank him again. I hang up, shaking. I cry. The ugliness of the whole mess swirling around me. I breathe. Collect myself, I am at work. It is a strange outre existence, working in an elementary school and getting a call from the prosecutors office about a trial for the man who beat your meth addicted homeless daughter. The clock oozes off the wall like Dalis "Persistence of Memory" painting. Drip. Drip. Drip. I shake my head. An hour has passed. I get a text. It is the same man........ I found Rain. She will be in court tomorrow. Time and place. I reply....... I will be there. Thank you. I have never been to court. Rain is going to have to be brave. I can only imagine the things I am going to hear. I am going to have to be very brave. leafy [/QUOTE]
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