I Married Night Crawler
Jae Howard
Copyright Jae Howard 2011
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Shelly’s story
When I first started dating Allen I thought he was a dream come true. No man had ever showed any interest in me ever in my life except my daddy. I met him at the grocery store where he worked and he smiled at me as he bagged my mother’s groceries and after awhile he asked me mother if she would mind if he came by the house and took me out for an ice cream one night. She said that would be fine. He was a quiet man with brown eyes and a serious look and something about his eyes were very intense and compelling and I liked that. He was fairly tall and didn’t seem to joke around all that much, but for some reason I was drawn to him. He took me out to eat once in awhile and even though he was sometimes a little mean to me in the things he said, it didn’t really matter to me all that much. He loved me. When he asked me to marry him and move away with him to Washington State I had never been happier in my life.
My life at home was not so good and I was always someone who really kept to myself in school and growing up. My dad was a very mean man and had raped me and beat me since I was a young child and I knew that I had to be real quiet and never bring any outsiders around or it would just be worse on me. The smell of his stinky breath as he would come in my room and stand over top of me will be something I will never forget. Stale beer, cigarettes and Wrigley’s spearmint gum. I think he thought the gum would cover up the other smells, but altogether it just made its own stinky smell and nothing covered the stench of stale drunk beer breath. Nothing. Once when I was in grade school a teacher questioned some bruises on me and she sent me to a school counselor to see about it. That particular day they were all over my arms and you could definitely see finger marks on both of my arms. The counselor visited my house that afternoon and called DHS on my parents, who also came out to the house too. After investigating the house and my family apparently they said everything was fine. I knew better than to tell them what my dad did. He told me if I told on him they would take me away to a house with no bed and no food and that it would be ten times worse for me not to have a mom and a dad. My dad was so mad at me for causing them people to come around that he took me out of school for a whole year and I was pretty much punished that whole entire year. Or home schooled as my parents called it. When he finally let me go back to school the following year, I knew I had to keep the bruises covered up real good and never make any friends that might want to come over or something. I wore long sleeve shirts even on hot days and learned how to use my mother’s makeup or just stay home when I had bruises I could not cover up. My dad didn’t like people coming around and it was a lot better on me when they didn’t.