Some Times Things Are Not As They Seem

Ours faces were inches apart as I looked into JC’s eyes and said,”Its over, stop, the police are on their way.” I felt his arm relax and I relaxed my grip. As I let go of his arm he took one more punch at Kris and I screamed. Then he got up and walked to his truck and called the police, saying he had just been attacked by Kris.

I got Kris into the trailer and locked the door. My phone didn’t work so I ran to my girlfriends trailer and heard JC on his phone laughing telling his buddy he had taught the punk a lesson. My girlfriend wouldn’t let me in and handed me her phone and closed the door.

One thing that has always confused me is JC is very strong, and I am sure he wasn’t holding back, he even had a chain wrapped around his hand but aside from Kris’s glasses being broken he wasn’t badly injured. It was the same any time JC hit me, there was never any marks and it never hurt. Divine intervention?

Anyway, I went back to the trailer, Kris was out of control, he’s a hot head by nature and now he was going on about how he was going to kill JC. I wasn’t able to deal with him rationally. I heard JC out on the patio, “my glasses, where are my glasses ?” I looked out the window and saw him crawling around on his hands and knees feeling for his glasses, they were right in front of him and for some reason I thought he was faking. It wasn’t until weeks later I remembered the glasses I found that day that only had glass in them.

Then I heard him say,” oh Kris, a knife?” and saw him pick up a knife and put it on a cupboard on the patio. I thought to myself, “He picked it up so there would be an excuse for his prints being on it, its a set up.”

I asked Kris if he had a knife and he said no.

I went to get a pen and paper to make notes before the police got there and that’s when I realized the trailer was littered with letters written by JC and there was not one pen or piece of blank paper any where in the whole trailer. He had taken all my personal papers and journals, and left notes in their place. Weird notes, some of them quite coherent saying how much he loved me and other scary ones that talked about God; how God had a special purpose for him and how he was being persecuted unjustly just like Jesus had been and we didn’t know what we were doing. His innocence would be proven and he would lead the people. They were every where, the bathroom, on counters, the floor, there must have been a dozen or more. For days afterward I found letters, under my pillow, my recipe box.

The police arrived, took our statements, hauled JC away, we got a restraining order against JC and were told he was not allowed in the resort or to contact us in any way. They took all the letters, the chain and knife and left us a number for victim services. And that was it, they left me with a kid freaking out wanting to kill JC and me a nervous wreck.

I felt totally deserted. My brother said,”JC is a big boy, if he would have wanted to hurt Kris he could have. You’re over reacting”. My mom didn’t want to talk about it. Most of neighbors stood in groups whispering, my landlord was about to evict me but I had already decided to move. One neighbor said they had a hard time figuring out where the screams were coming from. The lights on JC’S truck blinded them and when they looked into the patio area they couldn’t see a thing, that’s why he asked if I wanted him to call the police because he couldn’t see what was going on. He also said he had noticed that the lights I had strung through the latticework weren’t on and he thought that was strange because I always had them on.

But the police didn’t interview any of the neighbors. No one explained the restraining order to me, no one from victims services offered counselling for domestic violence, I felt totally deserted and shunned. I had been told JC was not to be in the park yet he was living at his buddy Chuck’s, every where we went he showed up. Kris was freaking out thinking he was going to kill us. I would pull in the resort and be waiting for the gate to open and BAM !!! we were in the headlights of JC’s truck. Driving down the road he’d pass us and wave, I would phone the police and no one could help me. The cop who wrote up the restraining order was on 4 days off. Every time I saw JC he was calling the cops saying I was following him, we would be on the phone to the cops at the same time. One cop even said, “Well Mr xxxxxx just called to say you are following him and harassing him.” my phone rang once and it was JC’s number I didn’t answer and it rang again so I answered and it was a cop, JC was in the cop shop and his phone started to ring and it was my number on call display so he handed it to the cop. I hadn’t called him.

I went to my friends one night, parked the car across the street and got 1/2 way across the road and BAM!!! I was a deer in the headlights again. I ran inside and JC tooted his horn and drove away.

He was telling everyone how Kris provoked the fight, how he had reported to the cops previous threats by Kris and it didn’t help that one of the neighbours picked up a piece of paper Kris dropped and it had a list of weapons he wanted to buy.

About a week after the attack the police called and said they were escorting JC to come get his things from the trailer. When they arrived a cop came to the door and said to me,”Now I want you to keep your mouth shut and not start anything.”

I stayed in the trailer and heard the cops and JC laughing. JC was saying this and that was missing and then he’d say, “oh well, it doesn’t matter”. He went in the storage room and I opened the door and said to the cop that all JC’s stuff was on the patio. He turned and pointed his finger at me, “I told you to keep your mouth shut and not start anything.”

I felt totally victimized again. The cop said to JC, “Anything in the trailer you want Bud?”

I thought,”you son of a bitch, you’d let him rob me blind and stand there telling me to shut up!”

JC played the nice guy and said, “Let her keep it, I can replace anything she’s got.”

The cop – are you sure Bud, this is your last chance, you can’t come back.

JC –  I’m sure. And don’t worry; I won’t be back, they both laughed.

About 5 minutes after they left the cop came to the door and said they took JC’s clicker for the gate and they escorted him off the property and he won’t be back, and added, “And don’t you be bothering him”.

I went out to get boxes because I was packing to move and BAM!!! I was caught in the headlights again!
I looked up and he was parked 1/2 a block away. He tooted his horn and pulled away.
Finally I went into the cop shop and said,” just so you know, I’m not suicidal.”

I went out to the shed for something the next day and found. a letter JC had dropped the night before. In it he professed his love and how sorry he was for everything and said how much he was going to miss me. He also said the truth would come out.

Kris was sleeping in my room and came out about 3 am and said he’d taken a bunch of pills. I rushed him to emergency and as I went flying through town JC was coming out of Tim Horton’s. He followed me and I saw him drive slowly past the hospital.

Then my phone rang, it was him and I answered.
JC – everything alright? I saw you flying through town.
He sounded so genuinely concerned and I was so lonely and confused I started to cry.
Me – Kris tried to commit suicide, he took a bunch of pills.
JC – Oh Baby, is he ok
Me – yeah, their getting ready to pump his stomach.
JC- I wish I could hold you. Baby shhhhh baby he’s going to be ok. Don’t cry.
Me – I don’t think anything is going to be ok.
JC – will you meet me somewhere? I need to talk to you?
Me – ok. After I check on Kris
JC – I’ll wait for you in that empty lot by the track. Can you drive ok.
Me – I think so.

I met him and he pulled me into his arms immediately and I sobbed for the first time since the fight, no one else had let me cry and now it all came flooding out. He stroked my hair and rocked me – its going to be ok baby.
I raised my head and looked in his eyes, he was crying and we kissed. He said – you have to believe me I didn’t bring the knife or the chain, it was Kris.
I tried to pull away and he held me and looked me straight in the eyes, – You have to believe me. All those messages he left, I tried to be out of there. I called back and asked for a few more minutes.
Me – my phone died. What messages?
JC – you don’t know?  I didn’t think you would let him send them but I thought maybe you hated me that much.
Me – what are you talking about?

He pulled out his phone, punched few buttons and handed me his phone. It was Kris’s voice threatening him and saying horrible things; I couldn’t even listen, all sent from my phone that night. JC went on to say that the chain was Kris’s bike chain and he swore the knife wasn’t his. JC was looking at jail time for assault with a weapon, if Kris brought the weapons it changed everything.

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