And so it begins... again
by , 10-07-2008 at 06:15 PM (2523 Views)
Sunny is in the hospital.
Last week, Dad caught her and her boyfriend kissing beside my house.
At that point he was still "Mark Williams" who was "19." And they let him off.
Then they started investigating and (with my help/confession) discovered the truth.
- His name is Z---
- He is in the Marines
- He is 25
- He has claimed my twin sister's virginity
- He's convinced Sunny that they're in love
- There have been two recent pregnancy scares
- He has gotten her DRUNK
- He is my friend, Nicki's cousin
- They sneak out at night
- He has been at the house before
- They've been seeing each other for almost a year
- The "Well Incident" (if I didn't blog this, let me know-- I'll explain) was actually her being with him in his little car, far away.
We had planned to confront her with the situation when all of our ducks were in a row.
Sunday, Mom confiscated Sunny's "lost" cell phone (the same one from April's Week from Hell) which she locked.
Monday (yesterday) Nicki and Sunny confronted me. I played stupid about the whole thing, and then instead of going to Latin II, I headed straight for the Orchestra room.
Mrs. Allen (Sunshine, as I am apt to call her) already knew everything, so I waited. And I helped get all the instruments in, and put away and waited for all the students to leave (she has no first period). When she asked where I was headed for a pass, I said I was staying right here. She asked no questions until the door shut behind the last student.
I explained the existing state of affairs, and broke down in her office. The middle of all of that was the last place I wanted to be.
SO I called Dad and let him know that they knew (apparently Nicki was eavesdropping when Mom called her stepmom, Suzie). I also asked him to have Grandma come and get me-- there was no way I was going through classes with them.
Later, at Grandma's I got a call from Raphi that she and Sarah were going to be there in 5 minutes. I have no IDEA how they knew where I was, or what put it in their minds that it was okay to skip 1/2 a day of school for me.
But I really did need them.
Anyway, at 3:00 Zachary was set to meet with the nice officers at the sherrif's office. (A 2nd cousin's husband is a deputy, who made our case a priority, and wouldn't turn him in). They "put the fear of god into him" and allowed him to leave-- on close watch. He denied that they had sex.
At 3:30, Dr. Shapiro (her psychiatrist) confronted her. Shapiro called the abuse hotline, but since Sunny wouldn't admit to intercourse, either, there was nothing she could do. They came and picked me up from grandma's. We went home.
Sunny went straight upstairs and 30 minutes later this is what we found...
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My sister.
My bed.
If we ever make a case of this and what Zachary has done to my family I sure as hell am going to have evidence.
So they called the Sheriff, who called the ambulance.
And I sat at the stairs and listened. We waited for the ambulance to come, and dad spoke with Sunny.
As I sat, recording at the top of the stairs I heard Sunny just as Dad did.
She told him she hated him.
Over and over again.
In a thousand different ways.
And then she denied her family, and also asked if it was a crime to love.
Her face contorted, and was not her own. She snarled "I want you to taste what you've done!"
And wiped blood across my father's face.
And when EMS and the sheriff came, he cried bitterly. And the officer couldn't find the razor later where she said she'd hid it.
And it took handcuffing her to get her in the ambulance.
And then we spent hours in the ER-- I in the waiting room, because of a 2 visitor limit.
I hate hospitals.
And I called Mrs. Allen, my Sunshine, my rock of sanity... and she listened-- using Bluetooth so that she could still cook dinner.
And when they got out, they told me about their visit.
She played possum the entire time, until the last, when she said
"Y'all didn't put me here in the hospital-- I did. I wanted to be here where I'm safe from y'all. Y'all aren't giving me the help I need."
Dad walked out. Mom stayed, and tried to talk to her.
Eventually, Sunny asked "Do you have to have the last word?"
To which my mother responded "Yes-- I love you." And walked out.
As it stands, she has another 48 hours in the psychiatric ward of Tallahassee Memorial Hospital. At least.
They may have her moved to an asylum in Bay County, FL (wherever that is).
The doctors are talking long-term care.
If she's not in school next week, she'll be kicked out because of her failing grades.
If she ever gets out of asylums, she'll likely end up in a girls reformatory school.
If there is anything after that before the age of 18, it is Rickards High School-- which is nothing outside of its IB Program.
Et vita est, pro tempore. (And that is life, as of now.)




