I'm trying to make this novel, although fiction, as realistic as possible. I know this chapter is boring, but it's necessary because it's something abused women need to think about as they attempt life on their own. Anna is lucky. She has help. Most women don't and struggle causing them to end up in the same or a similar situation they had tried to escape from.
***
In my previous post Anna, Margaret, Betty leave to look for at two possible apartments.
***

Betty shut and locked the door. The three women stood on the front sidewalk of the second apartment. Betty smiled at Anna. "This is the last one I thought would be suited for you and a young child. You've been awfully quiet. Do you like either of them?"

"This is nice, but I really liked the first one. I don't think I can afford it. It's a new luxury apartment and in a gated-community."

"The rent is $850 a month."

Anna thought. "That's about twenty-six percent of my income. There are utilities on top of that."

Betty took her cellphone from her purse. "We'll take another look and see if the property manager will give us an estimate of how much the utilities run."

*****
When the ladies returned to Betty's home, Paul was on the floor playing with Michael.

He smiled. "Was your trip successful?"

Anna stared wide-eyed at him. "You're on the floor, playing with my son."

"Yes, I am and I'm enjoying it." He stood, lifting Michael with him. One arm held the baby and the other hand held a purple dinosaur. "Is there a problem?"

"I guess not." Michael's arms went out toward his mom. She took him and kissed his cheek. "I guess there's nothing wrong, is there?"

"There isn't." Betty smiled and set her purse down. "Anna liked the new apartment complex off Cedar Drive, but she's worried she can't afford it."

"Let's go in the den and write everything down and see what we come up with." Paul started walking toward the den with Anna following. She cuddled Michael close.

At his desk, Paul took out a notepad and pencil. "All right, let's start." He wrote rent, electricity, gas, cable, and phone.

"Rent $850. The realtor said the water was included. I was told the average electric bill is about $200 per month. There's no gas, it's all electric." Anna watched Paul cross off gas. "Write down $300, I can't believe it's that cheap. I can bundle the cable and phone, so maybe $100. What does that come to?" She grinned. "I don't have a TV, but I'll need a telephone. A TV can wait."

"$1250. You bring home about $3100 a month so that leaves $1850 month for groceries and expenses. I would suggest putting $200 a month aside each month for emergencies such as car repair or anything that comes up. That still leaves $1650. I'm sure your monthly grocery bill won't be over $600." He laughed. "That's including diapers."

Paul tapped the notepad with the pencil. "You need to add car insurance. If I were you, I'd take out renters' insurance, it doesn't cost much. Those together will come to about $200 a month. If you need help with the insurances, let me know. I'd put aside at least $100 a month for Michael's college. I can help you find a good safe investment for that, if you're interested. We'll make sure your husband helps pay for that."

"Michael's growing like a weed, but he won't need $750 worth of clothes a month." Anna squeezed him and grinned. "I can do this, can't I?"

"Yes, my dear, you can."

Betty walked into the room. "What can she do?"

"I can afford the first apartment." She glanced at her watch. "I guess the office is already closed. I'll call in the morning."

Anna sighed. "Wait. I forgot Day Care. It's $600 a month."

"That's highway robbery." Betty shook her head.

Paul checked his figures. "That's still leaves you $150 a month for co-pays on dental and doctor's appoints. Don't forget you'll get child support. If the bum doesn't pay we'll take him back to court."

"So I can still afford it. I'll call tomorrow."

"Nonsense. I have Ellen's home number. I'll set everything up and you can sign the papers first thing in the morning." Betty went to the other room. After a few moments she came back. "It's taken care of."

"Margaret will bring you here and I'll go along and make the down payment." Paul stood.

"Wait!" Anna cleared her throat. "I know you told me not to worry about it, but I never considered you'd pay it. I thought some organization that helped abused women took care of things like that. You're representing me for free and now making my down payment. That's way too generous. I can't accept it. I'll never be able to repay you."

Betty stepped beside her. "All we want in repayment is to make sure you and Michael are safe."

Tears streamed down Anna cheeks. "This is way too much. No, I can't."

Margaret walked into the room and ran her hand up and down Michael's back. "Anna, think of this little man. He deserves a better life."

"You're right. It's not fair he was born into this situation, but it's so much money."

"Look around." Betty turned a complete circle. "We can afford it. Paul and I want to do it." A timer sounded from the kitchen. "I need to check my brownies." She started to leave, stopped, and turned around. "Paul and I have been very blessed. We are very comfortable and want to share what we have. Please allow us to help." She left.

Paul pointed toward the door. "Margaret, let's leave Anna and Michael alone for a few minutes." He set a box of tissues beside her as he left.

*****
Almost thirty minutes later, Anna opened the door to the den. She held her baby close to her chest. "Mr. and Mrs. Sorenson and Margaret, thank you for all you've done. I don't know what would have happened to us without your help. Thank you." Tears welled in her eyes.

Betty walked over to Anna. "First, call me, Betty and call my husband, Paul. We have witnessed the devastation domestic violence causes on women and children. We're glad to help. Please accept it."

Michael started to fuss.

Margaret held out her arms. "Anna, I'm sure he's hungry. I'll feed him." She took him from Anna. "Betty baked him a sweet potato. I'm sure he'll love it."

Anna wiped her tears as she laughed. "He's going to make a huge mess with that."

Paul stood and chuckled. "We also have a bathtub or in his case, a large sink. Whichever you're more comfortable with."

"Thank you again." She released a deep breath.

*****
Troy opened the door to his parents' house and grinned when he saw the group hug. "Is there room for me? Or have my parents traded me in for a daughter?" He pushed his way between his mom and dad and put his arms on the outside of everybody as far as he could reach.

Betty kissed his cheek. "Nobody could take your place and you know it."

"Your parents have graciously offered to make a down payment on an apartment."

"Sounds like something they'd do." He turned toward his dad. "Will Rodgers remain in jail long enough for Anna to settle in an apartment?"

"He should be incarcerated for a few weeks. The apartment complex Anna has chosen is a gated community, so there's some security, plus he won't know where she is. It's that new complex on Cedar Drive."

"That's a nice quiet neighborhood." Troy hesitated. "Won't his lawyer require Anna to disclose where his son is living?"

Anna's eyes widened as she stared at Paul. "Is that true?"

"In a way, but I should be able to hold off his attorney with the history of abuse and the fact he'll need supervision to see the child."

Paul ran his fingers through his short gray hair. "I need to remind both of you. You need to stay away from each other until the divorce is final. If Rodgers suspects Anna has another man in her life, he'll become dangerous not only legally, but physically."

"Dad, I've already told you, that won't be a problem." He glanced at Anna, who had turned white with fear.

Author Notes

Thank you google images for the artwork. I appreciate all who read and write reviews. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 Have poor communication skills Some people talk with their words, while others talk with their fists (actions). Batterers typically have trouble with discussing "feelings", especially very strong ones like anger or frustration. Some may feel that "having feelings" and talking out problems goes against the sterotyped male role that they have bought into (see above). Without the skills or self-permission to express themselves in constructive ways (ie in a way that feels uncomfortable or where they feel inadequate), they often lash out with violence. Use drinking and battering to cope with stress. Batterers in general have a higher incident of drug and alcohol abuse than non-batterers. This doesn't mean that drugs or alcohol CAUSE the abuse, rather it lowers inhibitions making an already frustrated and violence-prone person more likely to fall back on violence as a crutch, especially when confronted with their lack of communication skills and any feelings of inadequacy. Blame others for their actions Commonly, batterers use the actions of others as excuses for their own behavior. They blame the person who made them angry, as if that person were pushing some magic button that released violent behavior. How often have victims heard "why did you make me do that"? If your partner is chronically unemployed, someone is always doing them wrong or is out to get them. They may make mistakes and then blame you for upsetting them so that they can't concentrate on their work. They may tell you that YOU are at fault for almost anything that goes wrong. Abusive people will might say, "you made me mad" and "I can't help being angry". Although they actually make the decision about how they think or feel, they will use feelings to manipulate you. Abusers see themselves as the "victim" in the relationship, and do not take responsibility for their own feelings or behaviors. Are prone to hypersensativity Abusers are easily insulted, and may take the slightest setback as a personal attack. They will rant and rave about the injustice of things that are really just a part of living, such as having to get up for work, getting a traffic ticket, or being asked to help with chores. Present dual personalities Often the most frustrating thing for the victim, many batterers are excellent actors. They may appear to function well at work, with friends and family, etc. Sometimes only the battered spouse is aware of the true "nature of the beast". This often makes it difficult for a victim to reach out for support from friends and family, because those persons may try to talk the victim out of thinking that their spouse is a batterer. Often a victims friends and family will go on and on about "what a great guy you've got there" - because the batterer has successfully hidden their violence at home. It's even MORE frustrating for the victim when members of their support system try to turn the tables and say things like "well, just don't make him mad". They're putting the blame on the VICTIM and not on the offender where it belongs! When this happens, the violent partner gets backup from the very people the victim NEEDS for support and they too fall into the trap of myths about the nature and causes of family violence! Exhibit cruelty to animals or children This is a person who punishes animals brutally or is insensitive to their pain. They may expect children to be capable of things beyond their ability. They may tease children and younger brothers and sisters until they cry. They may be very critical of other people's children or any children you bring into the relationship. Your partner may threaten to prevent you from seeing children you have no biological rights to, or punish children to get even with you. About 60% of people who beat their partner also beat their children. Of course the OPPOSITE of this can be true also. Abused women often say that they stay "for the sake of the kids, because he's a great father to them." Unfortunately, one parent abusing another is one of the greatest risk factors for child abuse as well as for children to sink into depression, anxiety disorders and other mental and physical illnesses. Abuse also models the role of violence to the children as THEY grow up and into relationships of their own.

Previous Chapter:
Anna discovers she can afford an apartment of her own.

Today's posts:

When Anna and Michael entered the living room, Paul smiled. "I see the sweet potatoes didn't cause permanent damage. He's his original color. Did you give Betty his clothes so she could soak them?"

"I'm going to do that now."

Margaret smiled. "While you're doing that let me rock him. He looks tired. If he falls asleep, I'll put him down for a nap."

Anna handed her Michael. "I'm used to doing everything myself. I don't know how to handle all this help." She glanced at the orange outfit in her hand. "I'd better get this in some cold water." She headed toward the kitchen.

With Betty's help, Anna treated the outfit with stain remover, before she put it in the washer with detergent. Anna glanced out the window. "What are those gorgeous deep red and yellow flowers?"

"They're 'Indian Blankets'. If you'd like, you can step outside and get a closer look."

Anna opened the glass sliding door and went outside.

Troy walked up behind her. "I've been meaning to ask. The day before you went to Aunt Margaret's did you call me at work? I had to go out of town for the day. When I returned, there were three calls but no messages. I tried to return them, but it was blocked."

"No. One of the rules is I don't use the phone and I don't have a cellphone. My purse and briefcase are at the house. I don't have your number."

"I'll correct that." He removed a card from his wallet and handed it to her. "Anytime you need something, call. I'm serious."

Anna took the card and put it in her jeans pocket. "Thank you." She bent, picked a flower, and held it to her nose. "Smells good."

"Would you like to know the story behind the flower?" After she nodded, he continued, "It has two, I'll share the most popular one first." He moved two lounge chairs closer to the garden and in the shade. "It'll take a while. Have a seat."

After they sat, he began his story, "I'll tell you the short version. There was an old Native American basket weaver who wished to thank the Great Spirit for the many gifts he'd received throughout the years. The old man crushed berries and roots, then dyed cotton threads the colors of the gorgeous sunset. He wove the most exquisite blanket ever made. At his request, he was buried in this yellow, red, and brown blanket so he could present his gift to his Maker. In return, the Great Spirit covered the land with this flower, which displays the colors of the sunset, just like the blanket."

Anna smiled. "Where did you learn this legend?"

"Growing up I helped Mom with her flower garden, she would tell me each flower's story." He picked a flower that was almost entirely yellow. "Now, for the lesser known version. 'Indian Blankets' used to be mostly yellow like this one." He held it out. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden, who had these yellow flowers growing all around her tepee." He grinned. "I bet she looked a lot like you."

Anna blushed.

He continued, "This beautiful maiden was the great chief's only child. Although he loved his daughter very much, he was very strict. Just like all beautiful maidens she had a problem. She lived in fear of upsetting her father and losing his love. This maiden suffered from low self-esteem, feeling she could do nothing right. She felt she was not as intelligent as others and was unworthy of love."

Tears welled in Anna's eyes. She stood and started to walk off.

Troy picked a flower with deep red petals and handed it to her. When she stopped, he said, "Eventually this Indian maiden was surrounded with people and a brave warrior, who loved her. With their help, she realized she was very smart and her confidence grew. The young maiden conquered her insecurities. The flowers around her began to grow deep red petals. Just like the flower you're holding."

"You made that up. Didn't you?" Anna dried her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, but in my heart it's the true story of the 'Indian Blankets'." He looked toward the patio. "I'd better help start the grill." He walked away.

Anna stared at the deep red flower. I wonder if I could be that Indian maiden. Can I really make decisions and take care of Michael and myself? She glanced toward Troy. He thinks I can. Is he my brave warrior? She sighed. I'd better check on Michael.

As Anna walked onto the patio, Troy took the flower from her hand and placed it in her hair. "It looks perfect against your auburn hair."

"Thank you." She blushed and swallowed loudly. "I need to check on my son."

Troy opened the glass sliding door for her and called, "Mom, how close is Dad to starting the pork chops?"

"I don't know. He ran to the store. Michael's low on formula and diapers."

"No. It isn't right. You are doing too much for me." Anna crossed her arms over her chest.

"Just like the Indian maiden, she's finding her strength and speaking up. Soon the color will become a deeper red." A grin erupted across Troy's lips.

Anna glared at him. "You're incorrigible."

Troy shrugged. "Just call it like I see it."

Could he be right? Anna sighed.

Author Notes

I want to thank Brian, my husband, for the artwork. He's a struggling artist. Thank you for your taking time to read and review. I'm taking a small vacation. Nowhere exotic. I wasn't able to visit family last summer because of my surgeries. My boys came to see me, but my grandchildren didn't make the trip. I need to see them. I'll have limited Internet access. When I'm with my boys, I'll have access, but at my parents, I will not. I'll miss all of you. I'll leave Thursday and won't returun until August 8. School starts for teachers on the 12th. Wow, where has the summer gone? SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 How can I help a friend or family member who is being abused? Don't be afraid to let them know that you are concerned for their safety. Help them recognize the abuse. Tell them you see what is going on and you want to help. Help them to recognize that what is happening is not "normal" and that they deserve a healthy, non-violent relationship. Acknowledge that they are in a very difficult and scary situation. Encourage their strength and courage. Let them know that the abuse is not their fault - the abuser, not the victim, is responsible for the abuse. Let them know they are not alone. Be supportive. Listen to them. Remember that it may be difficult for them to talk about the abuse. Let them know you are available to help whenever they need it. What they need most is someone who will listen to and believe them and who can help them decide what to do. Be non-judgmental. Respect their decisions. There are many complex reasons why victims stay in abusive relationships. They may break up with and go back to the abuser many times. Do not criticize them for doing that. They will need your support even more during those times. Do not make them feel bad for their choices - even if you think these choices are wrong. Encourage them to do things with you and other friends and family and to take part in other activities outside of the relationship. If they end the relationship, continue to be supportive of them once they are alone. Even though the relationship was abusive, they will probably feel sad and lonely when it is over. They may be tempted to get back together with the abuser, and will especially need your support at that time. Help them develop a safety plan. Encourage them to talk to people who can give them help and guidance. Offer to go with them to find a counselor or support group, or to talk to their family, friends or teachers. If they are going to the police, to court, or to see a lawyer, offer to go along, but make sure to let them do the talking. Remember that you cannot "rescue" them. Although it is difficult to see someone you care about get hurt, ultimately the victim has to be the one to choose to do something about it. You should be there to support them and to help them find their own way to escape the abuse and make themselves safe.

Chapter 25
Part two, Chapter 8

By barbara.wilkey

At eight-thirty the following morning, Margaret and Anna arrived at the Sorenson's. When Paul answered the door, Anna shifted Michael on her right hip. "Something smells good."

"Homemade biscuits just came out of the oven." Paul glanced at his watch. "We have about fifteen minutes before we need to leave." He led the way to the dining room.

As the ladies sat at the table, Betty poured them a cup of coffee and passed the biscuits, butter and jam. "Hand me Michael, so you can help yourself." Anna gave her the baby and his juice bottle.

"I made some phone calls this morning." Paul took a sip of steaming black liquid. "After we sign the papers and get the keys to the apartment, the police and Eric Young, your husband's attorney will meet us at your former residence. You'll be able to get what you want. A team of packers will arrive to help. Is that all right?"

Anna glanced at her son.

Paul rubbed the top of Michael's head. "I thought Betty and Margaret could continue spoiling him. Isn't that right, little guy?" He grinned at the child. "If we get your belongings, then maybe you could move this weekend. Troy and I can help."

"Wow, things are moving fast." She released a deep breath. "That would be great. Can I call Mr. Keller and return to work on Monday?"

Paul took a bite of biscuit. After he chewed and swallowed, he grinned. "Hum, that's good." He took another bite. "Why don't we stop after you get your keys?"

Anna buttered her biscuit. "I'll finish this then I'm ready." She smiled and her eyes lit up the room.

Paul stood. "Let's do it."

After kissing her son, Anna and Paul left.

*****
Paul made the down payment, Anna signed the lease agreement then unlocked her new apartment. She removed the spare key from the ring and handed it to Paul. "Would you keep this for me? I want somebody I trust to have it."

He accepted it.

"It's sort of a security blanket."

After Paul nodded, they walked through the empty apartment.

"I can't believe this is mine. I've never lived anywhere that had two bathrooms." Anna opened the door to the bathroom off the master bedroom. "Look at all this space."

After each room had been inspected, Paul glanced at his watch. "Ready to talk with Mr. Keller?"

"It'll be embarrassing, but it's something I need to do." She locked the door and double checked it. "Michael and I will be safe here. I can feel it."

*****
On their way to Anna's former residence, silence filled the car.

Paul pulled to the side of the road. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

Anna released a deep breath. "Seeing Mr. Keller reminded me of the lie I lived. Nobody knew about the abuse. I was too embarrassed to say anything. I lived in a dangerous vicious circle."

She took a drink from a water bottle. "Troy was the only person who knew about it." Her eyes met Paul's. "I didn't tell him. I reached for a book and my sweater sleeve rose. He saw the bruises and wanted details. You know the rest."

"I got the impression Mr. Keller would be supportive."

Anna nodded, turned the water bottle around, and fingered the lid. "Has anybody been in the house?"

"I don't know, maybe Bobby. Why?"

"It'll be a mess." She took another drink.

"If you want to do it another day, I'll make the phone calls and reschedule."

"No, this is one thing I need to do to put that life behind me." She released a deep breath. "I can do this." She nodded. "I'm ready."

Author Notes

Thank you annie-angel for your artwork Abused. I am still on vacation, so I am not using my computer. I am struggling with this one, so I hope my post works. I'll be home on Tuesday. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233

Chapter 26
Part three, Chapter 8

By barbara.wilkey

Paul pulled in the driveway and parked beside Anna's Chevy Malibu. He glanced at Anna and nodded toward the car. "You can follow me home and park your car in my driveway until we get the insurance squared away."

A police officer and Eric Young, Bobby's attorney, parked in the street. They met Anna and Paul at the front door.

After Paul made the introductions, Mr. Young unlocked and opened the front door. "My client gave me the house key."

The men stared as they viewed the scene. Anna walked in, turned white, and rubbed her hand against the indention in the wall her head had made. Splattered blood stains remained beside it.

Mr. Young shoved his hands in his pants pockets. "I really didn't know."

The living room was at the end of the entryway. Anna grabbed her purse. The contents were scattered across the floor. She bent, gathered them, and shoved them inside the bag.

When she found her house key, she removed it from the ring, and handed it to Bobby's attorney. "I won't need this any longer."

Paul walked toward the kitchen and picked up a shattered medicine bottle. "Antibiotics for Michael's ear infection?"

Anna glanced at the dried pink liquid and blood. "Yes. The hospital gave me another prescription. His ear infections have healed."

The officer picked up a ripped blood-covered blouse and studied it. Mr. Young closed his eyes and swallowed.

Men dressed in jeans and company T-shirts joined them in the kitchen. "Anna, these men will help pack. Let them know what you want from the kitchen." Paul glanced at Bobby's representative. "Is there anything in the kitchen your client wants?"

After he shook his head, the packers set up boxes and wrapped the kitchen supplies.

Anna watched a few moments then said, "Pack half the dishes and silverware. Michael will need his baby dishes. I'll go through the cupboard and set the pots, pans, and cooking utensils on the counter." Her eyes met Paul's. "I don't want him angrier." She put the items she wanted on the counter.

When they finished in the kitchen, Paul glanced toward the washer and dryer. "What about these?"

"They came with the house. I'd better leave them. The apartment complex has a laundromat. Besides, if I save my money, maybe I can buy my own." Anna walked into the living room. "I would like the rocking chair. It was a baby present from my workplace. I've spent hours rocking Michael in it."

A tall slender packer wrapped it with thick packing paper and carried it outside.

Anna released a deep breath and headed down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

Paul touched her arm. "Do you need a break?"

Anna leaned against the wall. "I want to get this over with. I never want to enter this house again." She opened the door to Michael's room.

A large bloodstain on the carpet caught everybody's attention. Paul broke the silence. "I think everything in here goes, right?"

After Anna nodded, moisture filled her eyes.

Paul stood beside her. "We can continue another day."

"I'll be fine. I just need a minute." She stared at the carpet stain.

"Did your husband beat you in Michael's room?" Paul held her hand.

"I often slept on the floor by the crib so Michael wouldn't cry and wake-up Bobby. He raped me while Michael cried." Anna put her hands to her face and wept.

Paul led her into the living room and put his arms around her.

*****
Moments later, Anna stepped back and dried her tears. "I'm sorry."

Mr. Young stood beside her. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry you have to relive this. My client neglected to tell me everything." He walked into kitchen, stopped, and knelt, running his hand along a scrape in the linoleum. "This is strange. What happened?"

Anna stood by it. "I stood here holding Michael on my right hip. Bobby stood in the hallway and fired a rifle toward us." She pointed to a dent in the washer. "The bullet ricocheted off this." She gulped. "I'm glad he was drunk and missed."

A woman's voice yelled, "Anna, there you go with that vivid imagination again. You know Bobby would never do such a thing." She moved closer.

"Mrs. Rodgers, what are you doing here?" Anna turned toward Paul. "Mr. Sorenson, I would like you to meet Bobby's mother." She glanced down the hall. "His father, Sam Rodgers."

"I thought I better make sure Bobby's interests are protected." She opened the kitchen cabinets. "I see you took the majority of the dishes. What is Bobby supposed to eat from?"

"Anna suggested we divide the kitchen supplies in half and that's what we did." Mr. Young stood beside her. "I have supervised everything, making sure nothing is taken that belongs solely to my client."

"I have been in this house many times and this is maybe an eighth of the dishes." She glared at the attorney. "You're allowing that bitch to fill your head with lies about my son, so you aren't taking care of your client's interest. I arrived just in time."

"We're finished in the baby's room. Where to next?" asked a stocky packer.

Mrs. Rodgers hurried down the hall. "Where's my grandson supposed to sleep? This gold-digger took everything."

"Anna will get sole custody of the minor so she should get his belongings. Your son will have visitation rights determined by the court." Paul walked past her. "Anna, let's start on the next room."

"Bobby will get full custody of his son, if his lawyer does his job. He's a perfect father." She glanced around. "Sam, where are you?"

"Over here, dear." He ran his hands along the dents in the wall. "Did Bobby do this?"

"Of course not. That wife of his did." She glanced down the hall. "We better follow them before she continues to rob Bobby blind. He worked hard for these things."

Author Notes

Thank you google images for the artwork. I have returned from vacation and am now resting from my vacation. I enjoyed spoiling my grandchildren and letting their parents handle them. I saw all three of my oldest sons and my two daughter-in-laws. I was also able to spend a few days with my parents, who will both be 80 on their next birthdays. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 2 in 3 female victims of violence were related to or knew their attacker. Almost 6 times as many women victimized by intimates (18%) as those victimized by strangers (3%) did not report their violent victimization to police because they feared reprisal from the offender. Annually, compared to males, females experienced over 10 times as many incidents of violence by an intimate. On average each year, women experienced 572,032 violent victimizations at the hands of an intimate, compared to 48,983 incidents committed against men. While women are less likely than men to be victims of violent crimes overall, women are 5 to 8 times more likely than men to be victimized by an intimate partner

Chapter 27
Part four, Chapter 8

By barbara.wilkey

In the bedroom, splattered blood covered the walls and the bedding. A torn nightgown dangled from the dresser as if it had been thrown.

Anna scanned the room. "All I want are my clothes and shoes." I need to get out of this room. She glanced across the hall toward the bathroom. "I'll get my personal items."

"What about the bed and the dresser?" asked Paul.

"Most of the time I slept on the floor by Michael's crib. I can do it again." Anna chewed on her lower lip. "I don't want the bed."

Paul glanced at Eric, then back at Anna.

"She wouldn't even sleep with her husband." Mrs. Rodgers continued, "You caused this. You're a selfish bitch."

"I don't like sleeping with a drunk and a rapist."

"Hello, is anybody here?" interrupted a male's voice from the front door.

The two attorneys and the women went to see who called out.

"Can we help you with something?" Paul asked the man, who was in his mid-twenties.

"Yes, I bought that car in the driveway a few days ago. The owner hasn't been home to give me the keys. I was wondering if you could help."

Anna stepped through the door and pointed. "You mean the silver Malibu?"

"That's the car."

She glanced at Paul. "I'm sorry, but that's my car. My father gave it to me and it's not for sale. You must be mistaken."

The young man reached in his back pocket, pulled out the title, and handed it to Anna. "It's mine."

Paul leaned over Anna's shoulder. She pointed to the line with her signature on it. "I didn't sign this. This isn't my signature."

"It appears to be forged. Where did you get this?" Paul's eyes met his.

"Bobby Rodgers sold it to me. He said his wife wouldn't need the car where she's going."

Anna held up the title. "Bobby must have signed it."

Mr. Young stepped closer to the young man. "How much did you pay for it?"

"Five thousand dollars in cash. I'm not leaving without the car or the money."

Paul and Mr. Young walked away and began talking.

Mrs. Rodgers followed the attorneys. "My son wouldn't forge a signature. That bitch is lying.

"Anna has been hiding from your son, so there's no way she could have signed the title." Paul glared at her, then at Eric. "I didn't know Mrs. Rodgers was your co-counselor. If she doesn't butt out, I'll file auto theft and forgery charges first thing Monday morning."

Mr. Rodgers took his wife's arm and led her away from the men.

A few moments later, both attorneys rejoined the group and Mr. Young said, "Since my client has obviously forged his wife's signature, I'll see he returns the money."

"My son didn't forge anything!" yelled Mrs. Rodgers.

Sam stepped beside her. "Did you forget what he did when he was fifteen and got a hold of your checkbook? I know this lawyer, you don't want to mess with him or Bobby will spend years in prison."

Mrs. Rodgers scowled at her husband and shot arrows of hatred toward Paul. She reached in her purse, grabbed the checkbook, and wrote the check. She ignored the two attorneys and her husband as she handed it to the young man.

When he had it in his hand, he hurried away.

The tall packer carried out a large wardrobe box. "This is the last box. Would you make a final trip through the house and make sure we didn't miss anything?"

They walked through the house, before Mr. Young locked the front door.

Paul and Anna talked privately with the packers and set a ten o'clock delivery time the following day at her new apartment.

Paul backed out the driveway. Anna watched and listened to her short heavyset mother-in-law yell at Mr. Young for allowing her to take all Bobby's belongings. Soon, I won't have to deal with her ever again. She followed Paul to his house.

*****
At the Sorenson house, Paul went straight to his den, booted up the computer, and opened a file. Anna watched from the doorway. "Have I done something wrong?"

Paul glanced at her. "No. Mrs. Rodgers is a piece of work. I'm afraid she's going to cause problems and I want to make sure I'm ready."

Margaret stood beside Anna. "Why don't we go home? You look worn out and you'll have a busy day tomorrow."

Anna glanced toward Paul. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not really. See you in the morning."

*****
When Anna and Margaret arrived the following morning, Troy and Paul were loading a mattress onto a twenty-four foot moving truck. Anna handed Michael to Margaret and walked over to the truck. "What are you doing?" Her hands were on her hips. "Did you rent this?"

Troy grinned and winked. "I see those flower petals are getting redder all the time."

Paul jumped down. "Good morning." He glanced back at the mattress. "Yes, I rented this for the day. Betty has wanted to redecorate the spare bedroom for years. If we give you the bed and dresser, she gets her wish. We bought a new living room set a few weeks ago. The old davenport, recliner and two end tables were stored in the basement until we decided what to do with it." He grinned. "The only thing we didn't have was a dining table but Troy found a couple. We'll stop at the store on the way to your apartment and let you choose."

Before Anna could respond, Paul answered his cell. "Yes, this is Paul Sorenson." He listened, then hung up. He looked at Anna. "It was Eric Young. He called to let me know Mrs. Rodgers is investigating how you can afford an expensive attorney."

Troy jumped from the truck. "Why didn't you tell him it's pro bono? It would've ended the problem."

"I think the less she knows about our situation the better. You asked me to visit Anna in the hospital remember?"

"I understand," interrupted Troy.

"Is there anyway to stop her?" Anna brushed a stand of hair from her cheek.

"Legally she can't do a thing about it. Maybe I should attach my fee to the final judgment." He winked at Troy. "According to Mr. Rodgers, I have a reputation I need to protect."

Author Notes

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Summer vacation must come to an end. I start back to work tomorrow. My little first graders will start on the 22nd. During the school year, I usually post on the weekends. I don't see this year being any different. Again, thank you for your support. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 The National Domestic Violence Hotline has received more than 700,000 calls for assistance since February 1996. Nearly one-third of American women (31 percent) report being physically or sexually abused by a husband or boyfriend at some point in their lives. About 75% of the calls to law enforcement for intervention and assistance in domestic violence occur after separation from batterers. One study revealed that half of the homicides of female spouses and partners were committed by men after separation from batterers. From 1983 to 1991, the number of domestic violence reports received increased by almost 117%. Source: New York State Division of Criminal Justice Services, 1983 and 1991. Violence is the reason stated for divorce in 22% of middle-class marriages. Women who leave their batterers are at 75% greater risk of severe injury or death than those who stay.

Chapter 28
Part one, Chapter 9

By barbara.wilkey

CHAPTER NINE

Anna said bye to Paul and Troy, shut and locked the door, then turned and scanned the living room. I can't believe this room. It has more than we need and it's completely set up. All that's needed is finishing touches.

She walked over to the TV and grinned. I doubt Paul and Betty had an extra TV lying around. As Anna went into the bedroom, she smiled. Everybody has extra bedding and towels they're not using. She removed a cell phone from her jeans pocket. Now I have my own cell phone. She flipped it open and glanced at the time. I'd better get busy. Paul said, he'll return at five o'clock.

*****
A few minutes before five, Anna answered the door and greeted Paul. "Perfect timing. I feel like I live in a palace. Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome." He grinned. "If it's all right, we have one stop to make before going back to the house. My insurance agent set up car and renters insurance policies. After you sign the paperwork, you can drive the car back to your apartment tonight." He scanned the room. "How does it feel being on your own?"

"It feels great, but I'm hardly on my own. You and Betty have done everything for me."

"We're helping you get on your feet so you can be self-sufficient." Paul glanced at his watch. "We'd better hurry. The insurance company closes soon."

Anna grabbed her purse and keys. "I'm ready. Do you know how Michael's doing?"

Paul opened the door for her. "I saw him about an hour and a half ago. He was doing great."

"Good. I hope he wasn't too much trouble." Anna locked the door.

*****
After Paul parked in the driveway, Anna rushed inside to Michael. He giggled and raised his arms. Anna lifted him and kissed his cheek. "Mommy missed you so much today. I can't wait to show you your new home."

Betty entered the room. "Anna, Troy will be here in about thirty minutes, then we'll eat. I'm sure you're anxious to get home."

"Thank you for everything. I couldn't have done this without your help."

A buzzer sounded from the kitchen. "Please don't worry about it. I'm needed in the kitchen." She left.

Anna followed. "Is it all right if I take Michael outside?"

"There's a swing by the flower garden he enjoys."

Anna carried Michael to the swing and she smiled. "Michael, this wasn't here a few days ago." She fastened him in the seat and gently pushed.

*****
Several minutes later, Troy bent and picked an 'Indian Blanket'. "Look the petals are becoming a deeper red." He handed it to her. "Dad said you have your apartment looking good. How does it feel to be on your own?"

"Great. I return to work Monday and Michael goes to daycare. It'll be nice to get into a routine. Your parents have helped so much."

Troy touched her arm. "How are you really doing?"

Anna turned away from him. "Fine, why are you asking?"

He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. Their eyes met. "Your life has changed drastically in a very short time."

She stared at the ground.

"You're not doing all right, are you?" Troy gave Michael's swing a push. "Talk to me."

"I have a new apartment and everything's perfect. But I'm afraid it's too good to be real." Anna hesitated. "That something bad is just around the corner. When Bobby's released from jail he'll come looking for me."

"Dad's doing everything possible to keep him in jail. When the time comes for him to be released, we'll work something out to insure your safety."

Moisture welled in her eyes. "My mother-in-law thinks Bobby should get custody of Michael. I couldn't live if that happened." Troy saw the frown on her face and put his arms around her.

"I'm sure Dad won't let that happen."

Paul frowned at Troy and addressed Anna, "That shouldn't be a concern. You won't lose Michael."

When Troy released Anna, she lifted Michael from the swing, tightly cuddled him, and glanced at Paul. "I'll do anything, as long as I don't lose my son."

"Dinner's ready." Paul touched Anna's arm. "I'll take Michael inside. When you're ready, come on it. There's no hurry." He took the child from her. "Let's see how you like your new high chair." After giving Troy a stern look, Paul asked, "Are you coming?"

"I'll be there in a minute." He turned toward Anna. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Anna nodded and wiped her eyes. "We better get inside." She turned toward the swing. "First a swing, now a highchair."

"I think Mom misses having a little one around. I bet she's planning on seeing him often." Troy opened the door for Anna to enter.

*****
As Betty passed plates of peach cobbler around, Paul put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on each one. After everybody was served, Paul handed Anna an envelope. "This might come in handy."

Anna's eyes widened as her hands fumbled opening it. Finally, she ripped it open and took out a bankbook. "What's this?"

"Look inside," Betty's eyes widened as she motioned for Anna to hurry.

"No, this is way too much. I've never had a thousand dollars in my whole life. I can't accept this." Anna held the book toward Paul.

He exchanged glances with Betty before waving off Anna. "I won't accept it back. You're spending tonight in your new home. Michael might get awfully hungry before you get paid. Tomorrow you'll need groceries. Other things might pop up we haven't thought about. You'll need cash. In the back of the book is a debit card."

"Can I have my paycheck switched to this account?"

Paul grinned. "I thought you might want to do that. Yes. The only names on it are yours and mine. Your husband won't have access to it. When you get established, we'll remove my name."

Anna took a bite of cobbler. "I hadn't considered groceries." She glanced toward Michael.

Betty touched Anna's hand. "I've packed a few things so you'll have something for breakfast."

"There's no way I can ever repay you. You're way too generous."

"When you get settled remember to bring this little guy over for visits." Betty leaned over and hugged Michael.

"I can do that. You can be his surrogate grandparents. A child shouldn't grow up without a grandma and grandpa."

Paul chuckled. "Sounds perfect to me."

Author Notes

I struggled to keep up with my reviewing and this this week was only teachers back. Next week the children return. I will try to get better organized. Thank you for reading and reviewing. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 It is estimated that 25% of workplace problems such as absenteeism, lower productivity, turnover and excessive use of medical benefits are due to family violence. (Employee Assistance Providers/MN) In 92% of all domestic violence incidents, crimes are committed by men against women. In 1994, women separated from their spouses had a victimization rate 1 1/2 times higher than separated men, divorced men, or divorced women. Family violence costs the nation from $5 to $10 billion annually in medical expenses, police and court costs, shelters and foster care, sick leave, absenteeism, and non-productivity. A child exposed to the father abusing the mother is at the strongest risk for transmitting violent behavior from one generation to the next.

Chapter 29
Part 2, Chapter 9

By barbara.wilkey

The following morning, Michael woke Anna just as hints of dawn filled the sky. Anna lifted him from the crib. "I'll change you, then we'll rock for a while and see if you'll go back to sleep. If not, I'll fix your breakfast."

On the way to the rocking chair, Anna turned on the TV and set it to an early morning news program. As she rocked, Michael drifted back to a light sleep.

A breaking news report aired. A woman's live-in boyfriend was arrested for murdering her and their four children. Tears rolled down Anna's cheek. That could be me. She held her cell phone, ready to call 911 at every noise. Bobby's in jail. I'm safe.

*****
Late that morning, Anna and Michael arrived at the neighborhood grocery store. With Michael strapped in the cart, Anna began shopping. She scanned the infant section and picked up diapers and formula. With a partially full cart, she turned down the fresh produce aisle and came to a sudden stop.

"Troy, do you like red or green grapes?" asked a petite blonde in her late twenties.

"I like them both. How about fresh pineapple?" Troy held one up.

Anna listened as the female continued, "Yum, that would be good. Any other ideas?" When Troy didn't respond, she continued, "We have an assortment of fruit. Let's see what the deli has."

Michael started fussing. Anna struggled, turning the cart around.

"Anna?" Troy called.

Anna rushed toward the checkout line. Now, I know why he always tells his dad staying away from me won't be a problem. He's involved with someone. I've been a fool. She unfastened Michael, yanked him from the cart, grabbed her purse, and rushed from the store.

*****
Troy ran his hands through his short hair. "What just happened?"

"The young lady thinks you and I are a couple. She's upset over it."

"You're kidding."

"She's jealous."

"I have to go after her." Troy, impeded by an employee who left the shelves stocking cart in the way blocking his passage, stood in the front of the store.

Through the store's window, Troy saw Anna fastening Michael in his infant car seat. He ran toward them and yelled, "Anna, wait. Let me explain."

Anna sped away.

Troy took out his cell, then replaced it. She won't answer, right now.

Inside the store, Troy saw Anna's grocery cart. I'll finish her shopping and deliver it. She'll have to let me in, then we can talk.

Nancy walked up to him. "Were you able to explain that I'm only your secretary?"

"Nope. She left. I thought I'd finish her shopping. Can you help choose appropriate fresh fruit for her eight month old?"

After Troy paid, he called Anna. She didn't answer. He continued to pull out of the parking lot. When I deliver the groceries, she'll have to talk with me.

Troy pulled into Anna's apartment complex. This is supposed to be a secure apartment complex, but the gate's wide open. I need to let Anna know it happens sometimes.

He carried two grocery bags and knocked on her door. No answer. "Anna, I know you're home. I saw your car. Open the door. I have your groceries. You misunderstood what you saw. Let me explain."

No answer.

"I'm glad you're getting emotionally stronger. That's a good thing. Please open the door. We need to talk."

No answer.

"All right. I'll leave these outside your door and carry in the other bags."

When Troy returned with the rest of the groceries the two he'd left were gone and 'thank you' was written on a note taped to the door with a promise to repay him once her new checks came in.

He shook his head. "Here's the last of the groceries. You can't avoid me forever. There's no need to repay me. 'Bye." He started to leave, then returned and knocked. "The gate was open when I drove in, so you need to watch that. This complex isn't completely secure." He scratched his head. "Um, see you around." He went to his car and left.

*****
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Anna pulled a curtain back and watched Troy drive away. The nicest man I've ever met just left my life. Why are all the good guys taken? She sighed. I'd better get the groceries.

Anna made two trips but carried them inside. As she lifted a bunch of bananas, she said, "I wonder if his lady friend chose these? How ironic."

Michael made a noise playing on the floor and Anna glanced in his direction. "It's just you and me, sweetheart. We can do it, I know we can. We don't need a man in our lives, do we?"

How many times has Troy told his dad that staying away from me won't be a problem? I guess he hasn't told his parents about Blondie. I wonder why? I'll bet she's not the 'take home to Mother type.' They were at the grocery store awfully early on a Sunday morning. Grocery stores aren't exactly an exciting date place.

She slammed a package of chicken parts on the counter. "I need to forget him and go on with my life." She studied the chicken then placed it in the refrigerator. Tomorrow I return to work. I can't risk seeing Troy, so the bookstore is off limits. I'll pack a lunch and walk down the street to the park. The fresh air and exercise will do me good. Bobby's still in jail. He won't stay behind bars forever, so I better find someplace else to eat.

Author Notes

School is in full swing and I am already falling behind. Thank you for reading and reviewing my post. I hope I didn't hurry too fast to post and made stupid mistakes. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 The majority of welfare recipients have experienced domestic abuse in their adult lives and a high percentage are currently abused. Three children die as a result of child abuse in the home in the United States each day. Only 1/3 of people report child abuse when faced with an actual situation. The single, leading cause of death for children ages four and younger is Child abuse and neglect. Strangers do not pose the greatest risk of sexual abuse to children; Most children are abused by people they know.

Chapter 30
Part 3, Chapter 9

By barbara.wilkey

The following morning, Anna stood on the sidewalk and stared at the door of her workplace. It's good to be back.

When she entered the lobby, Ginger, the receptionist, stood and gave her a hug. "Welcome back. We've missed you." She glanced at the ringing telephone. "Mr. Keller mentioned he wanted to see you once you've settled in." Then she answered the phone. "Good Morning, Creative Designs Advertising Agency. This is Ms. Baily speaking. How may I help?"

Anna went into her office, set her purse on the desk, and glanced at the stacks of files on the right corner. At least my office is the way I left it. With a sigh, she entered the hallway and turned toward Mr. Keller's office.

Ginger called to her, "While you were absent, a hunky man left a book with Mr. Keller. He said you'd left it in the bookstore. He's probably the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on."

"Must have been Troy. Don't get too excited. He's in a committed relationship with a tall blonde." Anna shook her head and continued down the hall. He's definitely a hunk, an off-limits hunk.

Anna left Mr. Keller's office with an armful of work. She smiled. I can't wait to get my life into a routine. She set the files on her desk. I'll stay busy at work. At home I can relax and raise my son. Life will be good. She glanced at her watch. I have time to finish this presentation and give it to Mr. Keller before lunch.

*****
When Anna walked out the door for lunch, she noticed Troy's motorcycle parked across the street. I'm glad I thought ahead and planned for lunch. She glanced at her lunch bag and hurried toward the park. Two blocks isn't far and it's a beautiful day. She shielded her eyes from the sun and looked at the deep blue sky. Once inside the park, she glanced around for an empty picnic table under the shade of a tree.

As she sat on a cement bench and set her brown paper bag on the table, Troy sat across from her. "May I sit here?"

"No, you may not." She stood and turned away.

"Please don't leave." Troy quickly rose and cut his hand on the edge of the table. "Damn it!"

"You all right?" Anna glanced at his hand. "Let me help." She reached for his bleeding hand.

"Don't get any blood on you." He pulled his hand away. "I cut it on this." He pointed to a rusty rod sticking out from the side of the cement table, then reached into his back pocket. "I have Band-Aids in my billfold."

He took out two, opened one, and tried to place it over the cut.

"I could make that a lot easier." Anna watched him struggle; doing it one handed, but only succeeded in smearing the blood.

"I don't want to risk getting blood on you."

Anna removed a handkerchief from her purse and moistened it at the water fountain. When she attempted to wipe the blood, Troy took it and cleaned the area himself and then threw it in the trash can.

"Blood doesn't scare me. Let me help." Anna took the Band-Aid from him and placed it over the cut. "Now give me the other one." She reached over him, grabbed it, and placed it beside the first one. "That should hold it."

Troy checked both his hands to make sure they were blood free before he reached for hers and searched for stray blood. "I guess you're safe, but just in case when you get back to work be sure to wash your hands with soapy water."

"All right, but you might want to make sure your tetanus vaccination is up-to-date."

"It is. How about yours?" After she nodded, Troy sat on the bench. "I followed you so we could discuss yesterday." He glanced at his watch. "You don't have much time."

Anna took a bite of her sandwich, chewed, and swallowed. "You don't owe me an explanation."

"I guess you're right, but I want to. Nancy, the lady you saw me with, is my secretary. We had an early meeting this morning with a group of railroad executives. I thought it would be nice to provide snacks and she offered to help. She's married with two young children. Her husband and I are close friends." He paused. "I'm not seeing anyone."

Anna's face turned crimson as she studied the brown bag. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. You must think I'm ridiculous."

Troy lifted her chin and their eyes met. After a short hesitation, he said, "Once your divorce is final, I'm asking you on a date. Think Mom and Dad will babysit?"

"I think we can talk them in to it, if we beg." She grinned. "But right
now, I think it's time for me to return to work." Anna stood.

"I'll walk with you."

"If your dad sees us, he'll be unhappy."

Troy grinned. "I know, but he'll get over it. He always does."

*****
When Anna walked into the building, Ginger smiled. "I thought you said he was off-limits."

"He is. I went to the park and he was there. When it was time to leave, he offered to walk with me."

"Some girls have all the luck." Ginger shook her head. "I almost forgot. A Paul Sorenson called and said it's important you call him back."

Anna removed the cell phone from her purse. "I'll call him before I get busy." She walked toward her office. I wonder what he wants. It must be important or he wouldn't call me at work. I hope Bobby wasn't released from jail.

As the phone rang, Anna heard Paul's voice in the lobby. She stood in her office doorway. "Hi, I was just returning your call. Come in." She motioned for him to join her.

"Did you have a nice lunch?"

"I walked to the park on Oak Street."

"Good, that's a nice well-kept park. What I stopped by to tell you is your husband's domestic assault trial is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I don't think it'll last very long, but you'll need to be there. I'll speak with Mr. Keller with you."

Anna smiled. "You don't need to. I can speak with him myself."

Paul hugged her. "I'm glad." He stepped back. "We should meet at the courthouse at noon tomorrow. The trial doesn't begin until 1:00. I think that will give us enough time to review the facts. Unless you feel we need more time."

"No, you know the details as well as I do. I'll have to face Bobby, won't I?"

"Yes, you'll need to take the stand." Paul nodded. "It'll be hard, but remember he can't hurt you. His reign of terror has come to an end." He glanced at the stack of files on her desk, then at the door. "I'll let you get back to work. If you have questions or concerns, call or drop by the house tonight." He smiled. "Betty already misses Michael."

Author Notes

Thank you for reading and reviewing. I appreciate all the positive comments I am receiving on this novel. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 Many child molesters also have adult sexual relationships; they do not Child molesters get their sexual gratification only from children. The average age that child molesters first attack on a child is when they (the attackers) are In their teens and often as young as age 12. Estimates range from 960,000 incidents of violence against a current or former spouse, boyfriend, or girlfriend per year to 3.9 million women who are physically abused by their husbands or live-in partners per year. More than 50% of female victims of intimate violence live in households with children under age 12. Nearly one-third of American women (31%) report being physically or sexually abused by a husband or boyfriend at some point in their lives. There were 691,710 nonfatal violent victimizations committed by current or former spouses, boyfriends, or girlfriends of the victims during 2001. Such crimes - intimate partner violence - primarily involve female victims. About 588,490, or 85% of victimizations by intimate partners in 2001 were against women.

Chapter 31
Part one, Chapter 10

By barbara.wilkey

CHAPTER TEN

Anna rushed through the courtroom doors, found an isolated bench, and sat taking deep breaths.

Paul followed and settled beside her. "You did great."

"Did you see the glare Bobby gave me?" She wiped a tear rolling down her cheek. "If eyes were daggers, I'd be dead."

"I did and so did Judge Parker. Mrs. Rodgers yelling that you were lying didn't help him either. All it did was get her removed from the room. The photos and doctor's testimony proved your case. He's looking at domestic violence in the second degree, which is a class C felony."

"What happens now?"

"We wait. The judge will make the decision."

"Do you think Bobby will spend more time in jail?"

"I do. He violated the restraining order by threatening you. The judge won't ignore his arrest. He could spend up to six months in jail and two years on probation." He grinned. "I have a feeling some anger management classes and maybe alcohol rehab might be in the cards."

"Will this help me retain custody of Michael?"

Paul nodded. "Yes." He released a deep breath. "I know I keep harping on this but make sure you don't give Mrs. Rodgers a reason to accuse you of adultery. She's hired a PI and is searching for all the dirt she can dig up on you."

Anna sighed. "When did this detective start?"

"According to Mr. Young, today."

"He won't find anything. I'm as boring as they come."

"Just make sure my son stays away until the divorce is final."

"It shouldn't be a problem."

Paul removed his cell and glanced at the display screen. "This is Troy. He's probably wondering what's going on. Excuse me, while I take this." He stepped away.

Should I tell Paul about the grocery store, the delivered groceries, and yesterday's lunch?

Before Paul returned the bailiff opened the door and told everyone the judge had made his decision.

Anna went to the water fountain and took a long drink.

Paul stood behind her. "Ready?"

"I guess." She bent over and took another drink.

*****
Paul and Anna left the courthouse and found Troy waiting on the sidewalk. "Good or bad news?"

"Mostly good, wouldn't you say, Anna?"

"Yes, but I wish Bobby had a longer jail sentence. Did I hear right? Does our divorce trial begin Monday?"

"That's correct. I had hoped for six months in jail, but three will give us time to make sure he understands he needs to stay away. The court-ordered anger management and alcohol classes should help. Remember he has two years of probation. If he messes up, he'll end up back in jail."

If I'm still alive. Anna released a deep breath and then glanced at Troy. "Bobby's mother hired a P.I. to make sure I'm behaving."

Paul stared at Troy, who studied the sidewalk before he asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"

Troy removed his phone from his pocket. "I'll call Mom and tell her there'll be a few more hungry mouths to feed." He glanced at Anna. "Will you and Michael join us?"

"I'll stop by the day care and get Michael. It'll only take about thirty minutes."

*****
When Anna arrived at the Sorenson home, Paul and Troy were in the den discussing the grocery store and the park lunch episodes.

Anna stood in the doorway and stared at the carpet. "I'm sorry, this is my fault. I've messed everything up."

Paul walked toward her. "I think this is a series of accidental meetings. How could it be your fault?"

"I made an assumption I shouldn't have made. Then I acted like a teenager and ran away. When Troy brought the groceries by, I refused to answer the door. He was forced to follow me to the park to explain. I didn't deserve an explanation."

Troy grinned and glanced away.

"With everything you have been through the past few years, I'd say it sounds pretty reasonable to me." Paul turned toward Troy. "Son, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes. I'm seeing those flower petals getting a deeper red every day."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but guess it's something private between you two." Paul shook his head.

Betty walked in with Michael in her arms. "My little buddy says it's dinner time. Have you settled all the world issues?"

"Maybe not the world issues but a few pressing ones where Anna's concerned." Paul tousled Michael's hair.

"Have I messed up?" Anna stared at Paul.

"The P.I. didn't start until today, so he wouldn't know about it." He glanced at Anna then at Troy. "From now on, you need to do everything possible to keep separated."

"What if the P.I. is watching me right now?"

"You're having dinner with your lawyer and his family to celebrate Bobby remaining in jail."

"Do all clients have dinner with their lawyers?" Anna walked beside Paul to the dining room.

"Only the good lawyers and their special clients." Paul put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed.

Anna rested her head against his shoulder. "Tomorrow's Wednesday. Monday's only a few days away. How messy will the divorce proceedings get?"

"Young's on our side, I think. Mrs. Rodgers will be the problem, but I think we'll be all right. We won't know until Monday. Let's eat. I'm hungry."

Author Notes

I decided not to go into the trial because the divorce trial is next. I felt 2 trials were too much. I think the divorce trial in more serious and important to Anna's situation. I spent more time on it. I hope you agree. Thank you for reading and reviewing. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 Each state has it's own hotline number. Violence against women costs companies $727.8 million annually due to lost productivity. Over 7.9 million paid workdays are lost each year due to violence against women. 74% of employed battered women were harassed by their partner while they were at work. In one case, a wrongful death action against an employer who failed to respond to an employee's risk of violence against women on the job cost the employer $850,000. 37% of women personally affected by domestic violence report that the abuse has had an impact on their work performance in the form of tardiness, missed work, a lost job or missed career promotions. Most (57%) corporate leaders believe domestic violence is a major problem in society, yet only 12% of those surveyed say that corporations should play a major role. One-third of those surveyed perceive this problem to have a negative impact on their bottom line and four out of 10 are personally aware of employees and other individuals affected b domestic violence.

Chapter 32
Part two, Chapter 10

By barbara.wilkey

Monday morning, Anna tried on four dresses. I have nothing to wear. I'll just wear this skirt and blouse. As she viewed herself in the mirror, her cell phone rang. She glanced at the display. "Good morning, Paul." She listened, before she continued, "Sure Michael can stay with Betty. We'll be there in a few minutes."

She put the phone in her purse, before she lifted the baby. "Grandma Betty hasn't seen you since Tuesday. She misses you, so she's going to take care of you today." Paul sounded concerned. I wonder what's going on. He said he'll come by and get us.

It wasn't long before the intercom rang and she heard Paul's voice, "Anna, it's me. Will you buzz the gate open?"

"Sure." She pressed the button and spoke to her son, "Well, sweetheart, I guess we're ready."

*****
As they drove, Anna glanced at Paul. "Has something happened? I could've driven to your house."

"I don't trust Mrs. Rodgers. She knows where Michael's day care is. If things don't go her way, she might do something stupid. This way you and Michael are safe. I'm having Margaret and Troy stay at the house. Everett, my P.I. will hang out at the courthouse, just in case. I don't think she'll expect Michael to be at my house, but I don't want to take chances."

Anna chewed on her lower lip and clutched her purse. "You think this is going to get nasty, don't you?"

Paul glanced toward her. "I would rather err on the side of caution." He parked in the driveway.

*****
Inside the courtroom, Anna stood beside Paul as the hefty gray-haired Judge Kirk entered. Her knees shook and she felt as if her stomach would betray her.

Paul glanced in her direction and offered his hand. She grasped it.

The judge sat and shuffled papers as he scanned them. "Mr. Young, I see your client was found guilty of domestic violence last week. Is that correct?"

Before Eric could respond, Bobby's mother jumped up and yelled, "My son's innocent. The bitch lied."

"Bailiff, remove that person from the courtroom and forbid her entrance for the duration of this trial." Judge Kirk nodded toward Paul. "You may begin with your opening statement."

After Paul and Mr. Young presented their opening statements, the judge said, "You may call your first witness."

Paul began with the police officers who were first on the scene the day Bobby was arrested and Anna went to the hospital, then the EMR team and the hospital doctors and nurses. He finished with photographs of Anna's injuries and testimony.

Eric Young cross-examined, half-heartedly.

As Anna returned to sit behind the plaintiff's table, the judge asked, "Mr. Young, do you have any witnesses?"

"Yes, sir, I would like to call Bobby Rodgers."

After Bobby was sworn in, Eric asked his first question. "Mr. Rogers, you have listened to your wife's abuse accusations. Have you ever hit your wife?"

"I've disciplined her but I've never hit her."

"How do you explain the reason for her most recent stay in the hospital?"

"The kid's babysitter called and said he was sick and needed to be picked up. Anna was out having a fancy lunch, so she didn't answer at work. I had to drive all the way there to tell her to get her kid. I gave her orders not to take him to the doctor. I'm self-employed. I'm a mechanic so there isn't a lot of money." Bobby tugged at his tie and appeared uncomfortable in his jacket.

Bobby pointed toward Anna. "She disobeyed me and took him to the doctor. I had to discipline her. A wife can't do whatever she wants. If she had listened to me, we wouldn't be here. Disciplining is not beating. It's showing her the errors of her ways."

"Mr. Rodgers, can you explain to the court how you helped your wife throughout your marriage?"

"Anna wasted her time going to college and never learned the things women need to know. I had to teach her how to cook, clean the house, take care of her husband. She was a slow learner. I had to discipline her often."

Eric stood behind the defendant's table. "I have nothing more, your honor."

"Mr. Sorenson, would you like to cross-examine this witness?"

Paul stood. "I would, your honor." He walked closer to Bobby. "When Mrs. Rodgers disobeyed your orders and took her son to the doctor, what was the diagnosis?"

"Supposed to have an ear infection, but doctors were wrong, because they want more money." Bobby glared at Anna. "It's a conspiracy. There was nothing wrong with him. She's spoiled him so much that all he does is cry. She's weak and never stops his bawling."

Paul took a paper from in front of Anna and held it up. "Here are two statements; one from the examining pediatrician and one from the doctor who examined him in the hospital. Both state the infant had a double ear infection." He took a photo from the pile. "Here's a picture taken in your kitchen of the shattered antibiotic bottle. You threw it against the wall in a fit of anger."

"A wife should respect her husband's wishes and obey him. I know when my son needs medical attention. She's turning him into a weakling by pampering him. She made me teach her a lesson. If she would've just listened, all of this could be avoided. I just wanted to make her a better wife. All of this is her fault. She's a bad mom and a bad wife." Bobby shifted and sat up straighter.

"Would you tell the court what happened to the neighbor's cat?"

"I hung it from a tree. The damn cat walked across my truck and left paw prints. I have a right to take care of my property. If you don't stand up for yourself, people will abuse you!"

"I have no further questions." Paul turned toward the judge. "I have photos taken at the house. I would like them to be admitted. Mr. Young was with me."

The judge called both attorneys to his bench and accepted the stack of images after Mr. Young did not object.

"Mr. Young, would you care to re-direct?"

"No, your honor. The defense rests."

Back at the table Paul, turned toward Anna. "My client is petitioning the court for full custody of the minor child. We're asking for no or at least restricted visitation. The child support request and the other technicalities are on file. There is a restraining order in effect." He glanced toward Eric. "Your honor, may we approach?"

After the judge nodded, both attorneys went forward.

Paul spoke in a low voice. "I would like to petition the court against the Minute Entry Ruling in favor of a judicial ruling. I feel because of the special circumstances surrounding this case it would be beneficial to both parties."

Judge Kirk glanced toward Mr. Young. "Do you have any objections?"

"No, your honor."

"I'll take the matter under advisement and you should have my decision Wednesday."

The attorneys went to their respective tables and the session was over.

*****
In the courthouse hallway, Anna gulped. "Now what?"

Paul adjusted his briefcase. "We wait until the judge makes his decision. He indicated he would have it Wednesday. Let's go home."

As they left the courthouse, Mrs. Rodgers walked toward them. "Anna, you're nothing but a whore. Bobby married in a moment of weakness. You're not going to get my grandson. I'll see you in Hell before you take Bobby's son from him."

"Mrs. Rodgers, you need to go on your way." Paul stood in front of the woman. "If you continue harassing my client, I'll have you arrested." He took Anna's arm. "Let's leave."

*****
As Paul drove home, he said, "Mrs. Rodgers is why I felt a Minute Entry Ruling would be a mistake."

Anna glanced toward him. "I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"The judge would send his decision in a Minute Entry to one of the lawyers, usually the petitioner, which would be me. I would write up the decree and the supporting documents, send them to Eric for his approval, then to the judge. Once the judge signs and files it, he sends confirmed copies to each lawyer. Everything becomes final once the papers are final.

"Now I understand. Mrs. Rodgers could argue that you wrote the decree in my favor. She can't argue with Judge Kirk."

"That's right."

Author Notes

I know this is long, and I'm sorry. I felt there was no good place to divide it up. Please understand. Thank you for reading and reviewing. SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 Each state has it's own hotline number. 91% of Fortune 1,000 corporate leaders believe that violence against women affects both the private and the working lives of employees. 66% of corporate leaders believe that their company's financial performance would benefit from addressing violence against women among their employees; 32% say their company's bottom line performance has been damaged by violence against women. 56% of corporate leaders today say they are aware of employees within their organizations who are affected by violence against women. Nearly half (48%) of corporate leaders say that the productivity of their workers has been negatively affected as a result of violence against women. Corporate leaders say that violence against women has had a harmful effect on the physical safety of their own employees (52 %), on employee attendance (42 %) and on employee turnover (29%). The rate of infant homicide reached a 30-year high in 2000. The rate of infant homicide more than doubled from 4.3 homicides per 100,000 children under age one in 1970 to 9.1 per 100,000 children under age one in 2000. This trend occurred during a period in which there was an overall decrease in infant mortality from all sources.

Chapter 33
Part three, Chapter 10

By barbara.wilkey

When Anna and Paul walked through the Sorensons' front door, Betty and Troy greeted them.

Troy studied his dad. "How long are you going to keep us in suspense?"

"We don't know anything. Judge Kirk said he'll make his decision by Wednesday. So we wait."

Betty touched Anna's arm. "Michael went down for a nap about twenty minutes ago." She glanced toward Paul. "How do you think things went?"

"On the stand Bobby showed every symptom of an abuser, male supremacy, no accountability for his actions, and cruelty to animals. He didn't come across as caring for his son or apologetic for his actions. The judge should rule in our favor." He kissed Betty's cheek. "I'm hungry. When's dinner?"

"Not for a few hours. It's only three-thirty."

"We figured everyone would need a snack." Margaret set a tray of cheese and crackers on an end table. "Betty and I were ready."

Paul grabbed a few crackers and cheese as he left to answer the door bell.

"What do you want me to do about the P.I?" Everett asked as he and Paul joined everyone in the living room.

"Nothing, he won't find anything on Anna. Mrs. Rodgers is just wasting money. Can you stay for dinner?"

Anna turned to Betty. "Where's Michael sleeping? I want to check on him."

"He's in one of the spare bedrooms. I'll show you."

The two women walked down the hall to a room with the door cracked open.

Anna stepped inside, leaned over the sleeping infant, and whispered, "I love you. I'll do my best to keep you safe."

Betty put her arm around Anna's shoulders. "We'll all work to protect him and you."

"I know and I'm grateful." Anna scanned the room. "I see you turned this room into a nursery."

"I thought Michael would be more comfortable in a crib. This one easily turns into a toddler bed when he's ready."

Anna smiled. "You're spoiling him rotten." She sighed. "And me too."

"Good. You both deserve it." Betty turned toward the door. "Let's join the others and let Michael sleep."

*****
Wednesday morning Anna opened her door for Paul. "I'm almost ready. Michael's going to cry when he has to return to day care."

Paul laughed. "I think Betty will too." He scanned the room. "Ready?"

"I just need my purse. The diaper bag's packed."

Paul grabbed it and picked up Michael. "Come on big guy, Grandma Betty's waiting."

As they stood outside, Anna locked the door. "When do you think Michael can return to day care?"

"We'll see how today goes. If Mrs. Rodgers is reasonable, things can get back to normal tomorrow."

*****
Paul and Anna walked into the courtroom and sat behind the plaintiff's table. He opened his briefcase and glanced at his watch. "It'll all be over shortly."

Eric Young walked in and whispered something in Paul's ear. Paul nodded, stood, and said to Anna, "I'll be right back."

The two attorneys walked into the hall.

Anna glanced around the empty courtroom. I doubt any of those chairs will be filled. How long is this going to take? I wonder what Paul and Mr. Young are discussing. She poured herself a glass of water from a provided pitcher and sipped. After she ran her hand along the edge of the table, she tapped her fingers. I didn't notice a few days ago this table was made of wood.

As the two attorneys returned and took their seats, a police officer brought a handcuffed Bobby into the room.

The bailiff announced, "All rise."

Judge Kirk entered and glanced around before he sat behind the dark wooden desk. "Good morning. I see all parties involved are present." He reviewed the paperwork before him. "I decree the marriage between Anna Marie Rodgers and Robert Leroy Rodgers be dissolved as of today."

Anna let out a slow deep breath.

"The minor child," the judge glanced toward Anna, before he continued, "the plaintiff will retain custody. As for visitation," he turned toward Bobby, "after you have successfully completed anger management and parenting classes, you will have restricted visitation every other Saturday afternoon for two hours. A person designated by the court will accompany you while you're in the presence of the minor child."

Bobby bent his head down and shook it. "You just don't understand how dumb this woman is."

The judge glared at Bobby and leaned closer. "Another word from you and you'll be ejected from my courtroom." He paused, before he continued, "You will pay Mrs. Rodgers $300 child support on the first of every month. You'll pay at the courthouse and we'll make sure Mrs. Rodgers receives it. You will support your child or end up back in jail. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Bobby continued shaking his head.

"The respondent is responsible for all court costs." The judge closed the file.

I can't believe this is really happening. Bobby has to actually pay child support and court costs. Anna glanced toward Bobby. His glare reminded her how dangerous he could be. Her stomach turned and she felt weak.

The bailiff announced, "All rise."

While trying to stand, Anna wobbled.

Paul reached over and assisted her. When Judge Kirk left the room, Paul leaned over and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Not really. This was a mistake. Bobby's really angry now. He'll kill me for sure." Tears streamed down her cheeks.

As a police officer escorted Bobby from the room, Bobby laughed. "I'm glad you're scared. You'll be punished for disobeying me."

Author Notes

SAFE (stop abuse for everyone) www.safe4all.org National Domestic Violence Hotline (800)799-7233 Each state has it's own hotline number. If you are new to reading me, please understand that I do not post entire chapters. They are too long to post at one time. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Tips following your seperation from the abuser:- Seek legal advice; re contact orders/residence applications Pre-programme emergency number into phone and screen calls/change door locks Install security system/cameral/lighting Ensure neighbours/employers/schools etc are aware of any orders against the abuser and action to be taken Consider changing routes and time of travel to and from school and work Avoid areas known to be frequented by the abuser Record any further incidents accurately Keep any texts/emails and record any telephone conversations where ever possible

Chapter 34
Part one, Chapter 11

By barbara.wilkey