other day in my new world. I woke up, took a shower, and headed off to the garage I worked at to start my shift at eight a.m. I got the call at eleven-thirty a.m. Ratz, what the fuck could he want?
“Uh, man, I need you to do a job for me tonight.”
“You know I don’t do that shit anymore Ratz, leave me the hell alone!”
“I need you man, I know you gave it up, but I need you to do this. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret,” Ratz threatened.
“What the fuck, man? You’re gonna threaten me now. Fuck you!” I screamed and slammed the phone down. What the hell did he think I would do, just drop everything and go do a job for him? I didn’t do that shit anymore and I wasn’t getting back into that life.
I‘d been clean for six months, trying to work up the courage to go back to Stacy and beg forgiveness. It had been so long since I had seen her, I just needed to make sure I was completely out of the life before I went back to her.
When I got off work, I started for home. I looked over and saw Ratz’s jeep parked across from my garage. I walked over to him ready to knock his head off, when I noticed someone sitting in the front seat. It was Stacy.
She was completely wasted out of her fucking mind. She was skin and bones, her hair was falling out, she had on an outfit that a hooker wouldn’t wear, and Ratz had his tongue down her throat.
Ratz had planned this whole thing. He knew how upset I would be about Stacy, and he thought that I would just give in and use. Do whatever he needed me to do. I think I changed his plans a little when I punched through the window, grabbing him by the throat. I pulled him out of the window with my bloody arm and cut the hell out of him and myself. Then I started pounding him. I heard his nose break. His jaw was cracking.
I wanted to bash his skull in for what he had done. When I got to jail, they told me I almost killed him. He fucking deserved it for what he did to Stacy. My sweet, pure, innocent Stacy.
“What do you have to say for yourself, son?” Judge Powell asked me.
“Sir, with all due respect, the bastard deserved it. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but you have no idea what he’s done.”
I tried to control my anger, but I could feel it raging through my body. My hands were clenched into fists and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead.
The judge said, “I know Mr. Ratzen. He has appeared in my court several times, and I believe you when you say he deserved it. I don’t like what you did, but I understand that you were trying to protect Ms. Roberts. I’m going to sentence you to community service and one year probation. I want you to know that Ms. Roberts was taken in and she will be placed in a mandatory rehab program for three months.”
I was so relieved not only for myself, but that Stacy would get clean. This was all my fault. I had done this to her. I knocked her down with my words and she went to the one thing that would make her forget, just like I had done so many times before.
I waited thirty days before I visited Stacy in rehab. We talked for hours every day, and I explained to her why I had said such horrible things to her. She told me she understood that I was trying to protect her from that life.
By the time she got out of rehab we had decided to get an apartment together. Stacy started cosmetology school, and I continued to work at the garage. Within a year we were married and talking about buying a house and having kids. I was so happy to be with her and together we were happy.
Jaxon- 25 years old
Stacy and I had been married for almost seven years. For the most part we were really happy. She worked full-time at a beauty salon by our house. I still worked at the garage, but now I was the manager. We had been trying to get pregnant ever since we got married, but it hadn’t happened. I would wake up sometimes in the middle