As I kept pondering what to do with my life I came across my friend Laurie. She was 19 and just had a baby girl. Karissa was a perfect little angel in head band instead of a halo. I realized, I could solve all of my problems with this one thing. Even if Jimmy did leave me at some point, a child never would. I always wanted to be a mom and a wife someday. If I couldn’t have everything I could at least have this. I devised a plan to obtain some sort of control over my life.
Dysfunctional as it was, it made perfect sense in my mind. Jimmy had dropped out of high school and was making a decent living as a timber faller. I knew he had been with other girls and I was not going to be his first. I also knew it was important for me to only be with one person. I proposed to my mother that she allow Jimmy and I to get married. Like any good mom she quickly shot down the idea. As the summer was coming to an end I had made up my mind.
Every year the Trinity County Fair brought in people from all over the county. Even those who had moved out of the area would come back to our small town for the week long fun. The deli sandwiches and hand scoped ice cream consumed at The Dairy Store boosted the towns economy. Live stock filled the stalls with 4H and FFA animals ready to go to auction. Even across town you could hear the rawr of the crowd at the Saturday night rodeo and ACDC’s Thunderstruck at Sunday’s demolition derby.
As we were hangout I turned on the charm. It didn’t take much, Jimmy to get the hint. We left the fair grounds in his truck, looking for a place to release all our pint up hormones. Aroused and frustrated, we tried every “parking” spot within proximity. Crowds were everywhere. Finally, I suggested we go to my house. I remembered my parents were on the road and no one was home. We ventured to my bedroom and I laid down. As quick as he got on top of me I was shoving him off.
It was the most mortifying experience of my life. Instantly I began crying. I could not understand why people enjoyed sex. It was painful in ever since of the word. Jimmy became confused. He had heard rumors that I had slept around. Discouraged, I now found myself explaining to him, if I wasn’t having sex with him, why would I be having sex with anyone else?!? He handle the situation well and did not pressure or force me into anything I was not ready for. I was filled with sorrow, inundated with shame, and humiliated for pushing him away before he got all the way inside. Jimmy passed out within moments of our discussion. I, on the other hand sat on my couch sobbing my eyes out pleading for forgiveness. I remained there for hours starring at the rain outside the window picturing God crying with me.
A couple of weeks passed. A group of friends including myself were hanging out at the park. Most everyone was drinking when our friend Ryan rode up on his brand new motor cycle. We all began taking turns on it, riding at extreme speeds.
My curfew approached, so Jimmy took me home. Per usual, he dropped me off and went back to hang out with everyone else. After I had got my pajama’s on I walked into the kitchen were my mom sat at the table reading her bible. She noticed the concerned look on my face and asked me if I was alright. I told her what was going on at the park. She offered to pray with me and send out angels to protect our loved ones.
As we sat there hand in hand and with our heads bowed, my friend Joaquin ran into the room shouting, “There has been an accident!” Due to recent pranks the boys had played on me, I thought he was messing with us and I giggled. I turned my head towards him and suddenly realized he was covered in blood. Terrified, I badgered him with questions. My mother and I ran outside searching for a vehicle. Neither one of ours would start. I ran down our driveway barefoot as adrenaline began pumping through my veins. I headed towards the main road and ran in the direction of town. Jimmy’s truck sat wrapped around a large oak tree. Screaming, I bolted towards the vehicle.
There was no ambulance, no first responders, and no police. I opened the passenger door. My brother Monroe, who had been sitting there had his head tucked under Jimmy’s backside. He wasn’t moving. Jimmy’s head was resting up against the tree trunk and the steering wheel jammed into his stomach. I pulled Monroe upright, “Wake up!” I slapped him, “You are not going to die on me!”
Flashing lights filled the cab, the paramedics pulled me out of the vehicle. I watched closely as they laid Monroe on a stretcher. Incoherent, he thought they were trying to choke him. My mom stood there praying in tongues. I heard her pray for peace, for wisdom, and for protection. They were comforting words in that moment and my soul quieted. They loaded Monroe in the ambulance and then began cutting the steering wheel off of Jimmy who remained unconscious. There were no words coming out of his mouth, nor a response coming from his body.
After the paramedics got him out of the vehicle and loaded into the ambulance, they drove off. I rushed home to grab a change of clothes and jumped in a car with a couple friends. The closest hospital was an hour and a half away. We made it in fifty-five minutes. Later I learned, Joaquin had been riding between Monroe and Jimmy. He skated off with only minor injuries, yet Monroe remained in the hospital for a couple of weeks. His broken ribs had punctured his lungs. Every time he would slip in and out of consciousness he would implore where he was and then he would ask about Jimmy. People would visit often, none of which he would remembered. I saw him several times a day. I would go in help him eat and talk to all of our friends about the crash. He was struggling with short term memory loss and ask where he was and then ask about Jimmy.
To be continued…