The next morning I wake and Mike is no longer in my bed,
in fact he is no longer in the room. I now figure that “hell, this place isn’t
so bad.”
I throw back the covers and head into the bathroom. Pausing at the top
of the stairs I can hear kids downstairs at the breakfast table.
I quickly shower and head down. As I walk into the dining
room I realize that I haven’t seen any staff members around the house at all. When
I ask, Becky informs me that “they are all in the office having a meeting.” I
shrug and figure it must be a daily thing and that soon we will see them.
“It has something to do with Mike,” Becky adds as an
aside and returns to eating. “Huh?” I think to myself and I turn, walk out of
the room and head to the office. There is a glass window in the office door and
by standing off to the side, I figure that I can see in and they can’t see me. I
can see Mike sitting in a chair surrounded by counselors; his angelic face is
stained with tears. Everyone around him is hanging on his every word. One of
the counselors holds a Kleenex box at the ready.
I move closer to the door and
try to listen. I hear Mark say “these are very serious charges” and Diane adds
“We should call the police. I am now intrigued. What could have possibly
happened in between last night and today? He seemed all right last night and
now he is in the office blubbering and they are talking serious charges? I move
a little closer and as I raise my eyes Mike see’s me and points a finger at me.
All the counselors look at the door and then right at me.
Two counselors take Mike on
either side and block him. Diane crosses to the door and yanks it open, I can
hear the glass rattle. “You are in deep trouble,” she says to me. Mark crosses
behind her and walks up to my side. The two counselors holding Mike dance him
out the door and Mark and Diane dance me in. Mike sobbing stops, he looks at me
and an evil grin crosses his face. It is a brief moment in time and he is back
to sobbing.
Mark pushes me into the same
chair that Mike was sitting in. Diane steps in front of me. “We are removing
Mike from your room for his own protection,” Diane says walking over and
closing the door. “What for?” I ask. “You know, what for,” she repeats mocking
my voice. “He tells us that you forced him to have sex with him last night.”
“He tells us that he is scared to stay in the room with you.” He tells us that
you threatened to kill him if you didn’t have sex with him.” “He claims that
you raped him.”
My eyes grow wide and all the
air is sucked out of the room. “He’s a fucking liar,” I scream “A fucking
liar”. “Why should we believe you?” Mark asks spinning me towards him. I am now
an inch from his face and I can see spittle on his lip. “Because he’s fucking
lying” I say. Diane faces me, “He seems pretty upset” and finishes up with “I
have to report this to the police.”
My world begins to spin. I
can’t seem to find the thread of sense in this. “You will spend the rest of the
day confined to your room until the police come.” “If Mike decides to press
charges I don’t know what will happen to you.” Diane waves her hand and Mark
grabs my arm and yanks me to standing. Then he grabs my arm and the back of my
neck and pushes me into the hallway.
“I didn’t do anything,” I
scream. Diane turns and closes the office door in my face. She is now standing
an inch away from me but separated by glass. She begins to shake her head back
and forth and walks away from me. I begin to fight for my life and Mark slams
me to the floor and sits on me. He then takes his knee and presses it to my
throat. “Stop fighting,” he screams the veins bulging in his forehead.
He presses his knee harder
until the world begins to go dark. I stop fighting and lay there. Mark waits a
good ten minutes until he is sure that I am done fighting and then he yanks me
back to my feet.
To be continued…….
Geoffrey Doig-Marx holds all written and electronic rights to his writing "A Day in the Life". It can not be reprinted in part or whole without his written consent.
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