Jack then dragged me from the kitchen all the way to the front living room and threw me out 5 steps down, and I landed on a thorny rose garden…(Physical abuse begins.)
Jack then slammed the door behind me. This happened around 8pm. I got up and ran on my barefoot towards Jack’s niece who live just a few hundred yards behind us. I was weeping, scared, confused and helpless. I knocked the door twice, and Jack’s niece opened the door. She asked what happened and why was I crying. I could not speak other than to tell her to call 911. She tried to calm me down so that I could talk. I breathed deeply, and I told her what her uncle Jack just did to me earlier.
For some reason, she was not surprised. Maybe she knows that her uncle Jack is an abusive man. She then told me to calm down and that she would call 911 for me. I felt relieved that I would be getting some help soon (so I thought!) She was on the phone for 10 minutes, and I was very anxious for the police to arrive. 20 minutes later, someone knocks at the door (I was hoping that it would be the police and not Jack!)
“It’s open come on in” Jack niece said. Surprised it was my brother-in-law Joe who used to be a cop himself (Jack’s brother). They singled me out! No wonder she was acting suspiciously earlier when she told me that she was going to call 911. She called her dad (Jack’s brother) not 911! I was so pissed off at her. Of course, though she knows that Jack is an abusive man, but she would be protective of him because Jack is her uncle. She would choose him over me. Who am I to her anyway?
Jack’s brother Joe came in and was very calm. Joe was just listening to what his daughter has to say. He didn’t say much. A few minutes later, Jack stormed in and grabbed my hand. I tried to yank my hand away from him. I begged Jack that I did not want to come home. I told Jack I was waiting for the cops to arrive. Jack being 250 pounds, and I was only 83 pounds, what strength do I have to fight back with him? He then just picked and carried me up back to his truck and took me back home.
As soon as we arrived home, I ran quickly to the living room in the corner behind the couch and was extremely scared. I have been through enough for the last 30 months of my life living in hell with Jack. This was the most horrifying moment not knowing whether I would be alive tomorrow. Just the thought of him that he was capable of killing the cow without mercy, he could do the same to me as he already tried to strangle me that night.
Jack went to our bedroom and shut the door. He called his pastor and they were talking on the phone for one hour. Jack church members hate me because he has told them so many lies about me to deflect the truth and make it seem as if I am the terrible person. Of course, the church believes in him for they were so blind by his money.
While I was waiting for something to happen, Jack’s son and I were both numbed of the whole thing. He was sitting in the kitchen quietly, and he has this look like he wanted to say something to me but he just bit his tongue. Finally, Jack came out of our room and tried to hand me the handset. I ignored him. “Yes Pastor, this is Jack! I would like you to speak to my wife right now.” Jack said in angry voice. “Okay woman, talk to our Pastor, please!” Again, I ignored him like I never heard a thing. (Jack’s thought by asking his Pastor to talk to me it would save our marriage).
“It is very late, I have to go to work early morning, Let’s finished this craziness and let’s go to bed.” Jack said angrily. He went to bed that night and shut the door behind me. His son went to his bedroom. I went to the couch curling up all night long and was very vigilant (I did not want to close my eyes because I was so scared of my life) I was traumatized of the whole thing.
The following morning, which was Monday, Jack has left to work. Although, I haven’t slept, I still have the strength to go on. This time I was thinking that I really got to get some help! I contacted my cousin and told her of my terrible situation. I begged her if I could stay wit her for a while until I am on my own. I asked her to buy me a ticket because I need to get away from Jack.
My cousin agreed and quickly purchased me an emergency ticket. I didn’t bother what it would cost me because my life was at stake. I directed my cousin to drop the ticket to my other elderly Filipina friend’s address. I have arranged for someone to drop me off to the airport by Saturday because Jack will be gone to work that day.
After 3 days, my air ticket had arrived via DHL. I went to pick it up during the day while Jack was at work. Well, everything was set. Now I only have 3 days left to leave Jack. I have asked my friends to not speak to anyone about my plan.
Thursday came; Jack took me to the church to chitchat with his Pastor. I didn’t really know what was his scheme to have his Pastor speak to me. We arrived at the church and the Pastor begins to interrogate me. I didn’t say much because I know this will leads to nothing. No matter what I would say they won’t believe me anyway. Since the church was on Jack’s side due to his generosity.
Friday day came; one more day left for my departure. Jack went off to go for Deer Hunting alone. I didn’t pack anything because I didn’t want Jack to figure it out that I was leaving him. My plan was to take off with nothing but my plane ticket, passport, birth certificate and my immigration documents. I gathered all of my documents and put it all in my purse along with my $400 cash in hand. Just in case if Jack would audit me that night, I separated the air ticket underneath the shoe rack inside the closet.
Just like any normal day, I was cleaning the house and made some dinner. While we were waiting for Jack to come home from hunting, Jack’s son and I were watching TV. After a long awaited night, Jack arrived with no dead animal (It felt so good each time Jack went on hunting and come home with nothing.)
He sat down right away by the kitchen table and was very suspicious of me. Of course, I just acted normal and prepared the table for dinner. Jack requested that he wants to see my purse. I questioned him why? He insisted to bring it to him and so I did.
Jack confiscated my immigration documents, passport, my certificate and my last money in the amount of $400. He told me that he knows what I am up to! He said that he knew I was leaving him and that he wouldn’t let it happen. Jack told me that he wouldn’t let me become rich someday. I questioned Jack how am I going to get rich when I barely make anything?
Jack pointed his finger on me, telling me that I came to America with nothing, and that he clothes me, shelter me, feed me and that I owe him my life.
I could not think of anything at that moment. I was so angry that someone snitched on me and betrayed me! Who could it be? I have no time to think who told stupid Jack! All I know, that I really got to get out from him (I knew I was doomed! What’s going to happen to me?)
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