A Tortured Soul

Chapter 42

Justin’s twenty first birthday was approaching, Haley had just turned seven in June and thought she was the best party planner that ever lived, so she asked to throw her daddy a party. Kim thought it was an excellent idea, with a little guidance the party was a hit! For a seven-year-old se was very advanced, of course she had always been smart but being ale to throw a party for a twenty-one-year-old without involving alcohol and it being enjoyable by kids and adults was in a different category. Since she missed a lot of school due to her being hospitalized, instead of failing her, she was given a placement test. At seven years old she should have been in first grade, or second at the most, but her placement test showed her skill level at fourth grade. Four months after Justin’s birthday things between him and Kim flared up again. Kim had become a full-blown drug addict, and Justin found out when he walked in on her snoring the drugs off the bathroom counter. He had noticed the powdery substance on the counter several times before, but he assumed it was make-up or powdered sugar from her favorite donuts, (disgusting habit, eating in the bathroom) but sometimes she would get up late and eat while she got dressed. Now he understood why she had been acting strange. “Oh, Justin! What are you doing in here?” She asked as her heart dropped in fear; she had been caught; her secret was finally exposed. “I needed to use the bathroom; I didn’t know you ere in here.” He said calmly trying to digest what he had just witnessed. They stood silently staring at each other letting the awkwardness and fear consume the room like a toxic gas. “Kim, what are you doing>” Justin finally spoke trying to stay calm and not burst at the seams. He knew exactly what she was doing but he really wanted to know why she was doing it, the words slipped out of his mouth wrong. Kim took a deep breath and swallowed hard, “What does it look like I’m doing? Go a head hit me, yell at me, do whatever it is you are going to do. Now you know, come on!” she egged him on.
“I’m not going to hit you Kim, you of all people should know I would never hit you, and I’m not going to yell at you either Why are you doing drugs?” He corrected his first question continuing to hold his composure. He knew yelling would only make it worse, and he wasn’t the type to fight with a woman physically or verbally. “Don’t worry about it! Its my business what I do not yours!” she said beginning to yell.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Don’t worry about it!”
“Ok, Well, I still need to use the bathroom though, so could you step out for a minute please?” he asked, letting go of the conversation, for now.

From that point on, (for about two weeks) Justin began following her to find out where her source was who was supplying the drugs. The first drop he witnessed was from a man he recognized as on e of Kim’s co-workers, Marcus, Justin wanted to jump out an pounce on the guy right then, but he chose to wait and see if she was getting it from just him or if there were others as well. Every time she got more; it always came from Marcus. Justin called a rehab center, Stewarts Recovery, and sent Kim away to get help after a night of her crying and begging him to help her. Turns out the white powder wasn’t the only drug she was using. He sat up all night with her as she went through withdraws, shaking uncontrollably, sweating bullets, she cussed him, and blamed him for her drug use, but he just sat there holding her lovingly, held her hair back when she puked, held a cold wet wash cloth to her forehead when she was hot, and wrapped her in a blanket when she was cold, he never spoke a word, he just allowed her to abuse him as she went from mood to mood.

After she was sent off to rehab, his next order of business was to make sure Haley had a safe place to stay. Kim’s parents took her in and asked, (practically begged), what was wrong, but Justin refused to tell them that their daughter was on drugs, he left that up to Kim to say if in fact she even wanted them to know. Last thing to check off his list, “Marcus!” Justin yelled stepping out of his truck, slamming the door, and walking briskly to the supplier. “Oh, hey Justin! What is up my friend!”
“I’m not your fucking friend” Justin replied angrily smacking Marcus’s arm out of the air and began beating him into the ground. Marcus lived with his mother who was inside the house, she heard her son screaming for help, then suddenly he wasn’t. She leaped out of her chair and ran to the door. She tried desperately to pull Justin off her son but failed. She whipped her cell phone out of her pocket in a raging shaking fit and dialed 9-1-1.

Justin was arrested and placed in a cell with an old man that looked like he hadn’t shaved in years. The man stared at Justin in awe as if he was seeing the like of God shinning right in front of him. “Would you stop fucking staring at me! I hate that shit!” Justin said angrily laying on the top bunk looking at the ceiling. “Justin!” the man said softly. Justin sat up quickly and jumped down from the bunk and gave the man an evil glare. “How did you know my mane?” The man smiled bigger and began to laugh. “I can’t believe this! Its fate!”
“You want to clue me in old man?”
“You! Me! In the same cell! Its fate!”
“Yea, I got that, I heard you the first time, but how is it fate?”
“You don’t know who I am!”  The man said it rather than asked. He seemed shocked that Justin didn’t recognize him. Justin stood studying the man realizing that he looks familiar but couldn’t place it.
“It’s me! Me!” the man said excitingly poking himself in the chest with four fingers from each hand taking small steps toward Justin.
“Dud, back the fuck up! Yelling it’s me, me, isn’t going to help, what is your name moron? Maybe, just maybe that would help more, don’t you think!”
“Jason! I’m Jason! I’m your dad! You see! Its fate! You have grown into a stud! Look at you!”

Justin’s jaw dropped as he listened to him ramble on, the anger he felt with DC reared it ugly face again. He could feel it yanking at his fists, whispering in his ear to kill Jason. “Kill him! Go ahead, you know you want to! You are already in jail, what do you have to lose? Do it! Now!”
“What is wrong with your eyes? They are turning red!” Jason noticed.
“Guards! I need out of this cell!” Justin yelled trying to ignore the voices in his head.
“What? No! Don’t leave!” Jason begged. Justin couldn’t fight the feeling off any longer and snapped. The guard showed up lo late, Jason was already on the ground unconscious bleeding from the head. Justin managed to stop himself and climb back onto the top bunk before the guard got there.
“What the hell happened?”
“I tried to tell you I need out of this cell.”