Monday 16 July 2012

He Said, She Said -- by Anne Shier


(from her first book "My Short Stories (Book One)", published in March 2011)

Doug and Kelly had known each other since high school.  They were the best of friends and shared everything together.  You couldn’t find a closer pair, but they weren’t really a couple.  Usually, they got along really well, talking things over whenever the mood hit them.  They loved each other as much as best friends do. 

However, each had his/her own “quirks” that were often very irritating to the other.  Being stubborn and pigheaded was Kelly’s purview and being hot-headed and sometimes, intentionally, hard of hearing (when he wanted to be) was Doug’s purview.  It sure made for some interesting interactions between the two.  As friends and roommates, they got along just great; as spouses (if it ever got that far!), they probably would have torn each other’s eyes out.  That just went to show that some people should never, ever get married.

Being roommates was okay though, as long as the lines were firmly drawn to indicate where each person’s “personal space” began and ended.  They each liked to have their own personal domain.  And, Doug and Kelly knew each other well enough to respect each other’s “personal space” and each individual’s need for freedom.

Doug loved his freedom, especially since the end of his long-term relationship with his girlfriend, Donna.  It had been trying to be with her, to say the least.  Donna was a bossy type of girl who liked to get her way.  Doug often got upset with her manipulative ways, but he did love her, in his own way.  Eventually, he could see that she was never going to change.  One day, he got thoroughly fed up, lost his temper with her, packed up his personal stuff at her place, and left her.  Unfortunately, he also left behind their daughter, Chloe, who was 10 years old at the time.  Doug had always been a devoted father to Chloe and that part did not change at all.  He had just decided that being in a long-term relationship with Donna, the “queen bitch of the Universe”, was more than he could take, and was not worth his time and energy.  But, he remained in close contact with Chloe whom he adored.  So, he wasn’t a bad father, just not as good an emotional risk as a partner in a male-female relationship.

Kelly loved her freedom just as much as Doug did, ever since she had obtained a divorce from her now-ex-husband, Brad.  Ironically, Brad had never acted as if Kelly’s happiness meant all that much to him.  He had been much more concerned with his own happiness.  After living with Brad for 3 years and suffering lots of mental anguish and living constantly on the brink of bankruptcy due to Brad’s lavish spending habits, Kelly had finally had enough and filed for divorce, citing mental cruelty as her grounds.  She vowed never again to get involved, long-term, with a man.  Marriage no longer looked like such an attractive option for her. 

Given the fact that Doug and Kelly each needed and loved their own personal freedom (meaning no complicated relationships!), it was a wonder that they got along together at all.  But, friendship between men and women is supposed to be different than marriage, isn’t it?  One doesn’t expect the same things (behaviour, attitude, and commitment) from a friend as from a spouse, right?  Friends should be able to say whatever is on their minds, in a somewhat diplomatic fashion of course.  Marriage partners, however, often like to torment each other – sometimes too much, for some reason.  One might even think that that’s a good definition of marriage – someone who shares your house, and your bed too (most of the time), and, in return, you make sure that they never forget who carries most of the load in the relationship.   Above all, if your spouse cheats on you, forgive the other party, but never, ever forget what they did.

So, when Doug and Kelly had a big discussion, one day, about the people who were in each other’s lives at the moment, it was kind of weird to hear them talking about this and would have been even weirder if they could have read each other’s minds too. 

About Rachel, Kelly’s friend, Kelly said to Doug, “You like her a lot, don’t you?”

To which Doug replied offhandedly, “Yeah, she’s nice and sort of pretty.”  Oh yeah, she’s hot stuff, alright!  I’d love to get to know her better, Doug thought.

About Rick, Doug’s friend, Doug said to Kelly, “ You don’t like him much, do you?”

To which Kelly replied, “He’d be a great friend if I just knew him a little better.” 
Over my dead body am I going to get to know him better! Kelly thought. 

About Kelly’s younger sister, Leigh, Kelly said to Doug, “You’d date my little sister if you thought I would approve, wouldn’t you?”

To which Doug replied, “I have a firm rule about dating any of your relatives or any other related family.” But, what you don’t know about my dates won’t hurt me, will it?” Doug thought.

About Doug’s older brother, Rod, Doug said to Kelly, “You’d rather date older men, wouldn’t you?”

To which Kelly replied, “Are you kidding?  I’ve always dated younger men!”  What you don’t know is that I’ve also dated older men too, once in a while!  Kelly thought.

About Kelly’s massage therapist, Roberto, Doug said to Kelly, “Do you have any rules about not dating the professional people in your life, like your therapist, Roberto, for example?”

To which Kelly replied, “Yes, I do.  I don’t think it’s a good idea to date my therapist or my doctor or my dentist.”  But, if he’s real cute and he likes me, who knows what may happen?  I need to keep my options open. Kelly thought.

About Doug’s dental hygienist, Sabrina, Kelly said to Doug, “Do you have any rules about not dating the professional people in your life, like your hygienist, Sabrina, that you seem to think is so cute?”

To which Doug replied, “Sabrina and I are not interested in dating each other, now or ever!”  And, that’s because we broke up last year after I dated her for a year, and that’s her tough luck! Doug thought.

Kelly then said to Doug, “Doug, I just adore you because you are so honest and you tell me the truth about your life and the important people in it.” 

To which Doug replied, “Well, Kelly, a person has to have a set of principles to live by.  It helps you to have principles to guide you through your daily life.”

Kelly thought,  Doug really is the best guy I know. 

And, Doug thought,  Kelly really is the best girl I know, but it definitely wouldn’t help my cause for her to know every single thing about me, would it?”






A Murderer Among Us -- by Anne Shier


(from her first book "My Short Stories (Book One)", published in March 2011)


Once upon a time, I was a loving mother.  I had a handsome and smart 15 year old son named Tyler.  I was so proud of him – he had so much potential that he could have done anything he wanted to in life.  He was my baby – the centre of my universe - the love of my life:  until 3 men (2 adults and 1 teenager) decided to celebrate Caribana 6 years ago by beating my baby to a bloody pulp and then dumping his body into Lake Ontario.

The nightmares and flashbacks never cease for me.  These 3 men beat my son so severely that they almost beheaded him.  At least, that’s what the autopsy results showed.  And, what happened to the 3 perpetrators?  The 2 men who were adults plead guilty to first-degree murder charges and were sentenced to life behind bars.  The third one, who was just 17 days short of his 18th birthday, was treated as a young offender, coming under the auspices of the Youth Criminal Justice Act (or, Young Offenders Act, if you like).  As of now, he is under “house arrest” at home with his father, but is still allowed to play sports and work outside of his home.

Even after participating in my son’s brutal murder, this young man is pretty much allowed to do anything he wants.  I wonder if he is celebrating Caribana this year?  I know that Tyler will never have that opportunity.  Instead, he “rests in peace” in Duffin Mills Cemetery in Pickering, all but forgotten by the rest of the world.  But, I won’t let the world forget about my baby any longer.  I want people to know how it feels for a mother to lose her child, especially in this horrific way.  I want them to know that, because our criminal justice system coddles young offenders, a murderer may soon be walking among us, free. 

In the name of “rehabilitation”, or whatever the authorities want to call it, this murderer will actually be allowed to attend university full-time this fall and study just like a regular student.  No one in his classes will know who he really is or what he has done.  He will not be required to explain his heinous actions to anyone. But, Tyler never got to complete high school and he will never be able to attend university.  Tyler will never again be out in the community like this young man, having fun and playing with his friends.  It’s far too late for him.

Not only am I determined to let people know about this murderer among us, I will continue to work endlessly to prevent his full release back into society.  He should be made to account to the authorities for his actions for the rest of his life.  In fact, I have promised myself, and Tyler, that I will attend each and every one of this man’s court hearings, informing the media about each one.  I will follow him till one of us is dead because I have to seek vindication for Tyler’s short life on this earth somehow.  If the youth justice system won’t do it, then I will do it and also get the media involved to help me spread the word.  And then, perhaps, when we do spread the word, he and other murderers who were convicted as youth offenders will be made accountable to society for what they have done.

There’s another compelling reason.  Doing this for Tyler’s sake may also help other mothers and fathers to be able to bear the constant pain and emptiness of the loss of their child.  I know that feeling because I bear that kind of pain every day.

Somehow, it shouldn’t matter how my child was lost, but the fact that Tyler was murdered so viciously makes it much more difficult to accept.  What if he had been killed in an accident or had been a victim of a terminal disease?  Would that have made it easier for me to bear his loss?  No, I don’t think so.  When a child dies through some “unpreventable” event, you really can’t blame anyone (other than Fate or God) for that.  After all, people die of various causes all the time.  Even murders happen on a regular basis.  I would just like to believe that there is such a thing as retribution and justice somewhere – that a murderer should not be allowed to walk among us, free.  We should not have to be the unsuspecting public who now has to accept this person at face value.  I’m sure that anyone of us would agree that we tend to trust people that we’ve just met, until they give us a reason not to any longer. 

I believe that my son’s 3 murderers should all be put into prison for the rest of their lives, with no parole.  To set this former teenager free now is like the criminal justice system saying to him, “There, there....we know that you’ve been a very bad boy, but we are prepared to let you out if you promise never to hurt anyone ever again.”  It’s such a ridiculous attitude, don’t you think?  This “young” offender (now an adult) who is now almost completely free must be having a good laugh.  He didn’t have to “pay” for his crime.  Only 4 and a half years were spent in youth detention (not in prison) and that could hardly be what I would call just and fair “payment”.  Unless the authorities (the courts) “wake up and smell the coffee”, this criminal will soon be free to murder some other unsuspecting young person who may make the terrible mistake of trusting him. 

No one’s ever forgotten the O.J. Simpson trial and how O.J. got acquitted for the first degree murder of his ex-wife and her lover.  He was set free by an overzealous criminal justice system that was anxious to convict him.  But, because of that blunder, he can never be tried again for his crime and will be free for life.  How would you, as a member of the general public, feel about having a murderer be set free, knowing that he is a murderer?  How would you like it if a young murderer that you knew should have gone to prison got off instead with youth detention for only 4 and a half years?  Tyler’s murderer could actually end up being your next door neighbour, or your grocer, or the janitor in your building.  The sad truth is that none of us will be safe as long as murderers are allowed to be free to walk among us.




Headed for Hell -- by Anne Shier


(from her first book "My Short Stories (Book One)", published in March 2011)


He came hammering on her door for the second time in a week, drunk out of his mind.  The loud hammering was giving her a huge migraine and she wouldn’t answer the door.  Instead, she called the police, in grave fear for her life.  When the police arrived, they could see clearly that her husband was drunk and they decided to take him to jail for the night so that he could cool down and get sober.  They also told her, in no uncertain terms, that she either had to have him charged with sexual assault or take out a restraining order against him.  She resolved to think seriously about it overnight, since the attitude of the police was such that they did not treat incidents of domestic violence lightly.  They as much implied that if she didn’t lay charges against him, she might find herself on her own when he came calling again.  And, he would come calling again, they said.  Their warning greatly alarmed her, as it was meant to.

It had all started when she had come into the bar to meet him on that fateful day.  She sat down first and ordered an ice tea before saying anything to him.  Then she said quietly to him, “I can’t stay long – I have things to do at home this weekend.”  In reality, she wasn’t certain what his reaction to her news would be and she wanted a way out, just in case he freaked out on her. 

When her drink finally arrived, she hesitatingly told him, “I just found  out that I’m pregnant – about 6 to 8 weeks along.”

He was aghast and responded in kind, “I can’t believe it! This is the news you had for me?!”  It was perfect!  This was how he was going to finally keep her at his side and it had all worked out perfectly, without any problems.  Now, she couldn’t leave him, not with a child on the way.  He reflected back on how they had met so long ago, and eventually gotten married.

Caroline and Mark had met in high school and had gone together from Grade 10 onward.  It seemed obvious that they would get married one day and have a family.  They seemed so well suited to each other, as, they were a very loving couple.  Mark would do anything for Caroline and she, in turn, loved Mark very much.

So, when graduation day arrived a few years later, they were both full of optimism for the future.  Caroline was planning to go to McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario and Mark had decided to stay here in town and attend the University of Toronto.  Caroline wanted to be a teacher more than anything and Mark was aiming to be a civil engineer.  They were attractive, bright and full of promise.  Once they had both finished university, that’s when they would decide to make a full commitment to each other.

Caroline would commute to Toronto every other weekend to see Mark and, on alternate weekends, he would commute to Hamilton to see Caroline.  She didn’t mind commuting, as, it gave her time to reflect on her life and gave her a chance to miss Mark during the week between visits.  He, on the other hand, did not like commuting very much, as, he was already traveling a fair distance daily, just to go to school and then to his part-time job as a bartender.  He wanted her to move back to Toronto, but she really liked Hamilton.  She had no desire to attend U of T, like Mark.  McMaster was a very beautiful campus and it was a lot nicer living on campus there than it would have been living at home in Toronto when she didn’t really want to live with her family full-time.

Mark, for his part, was patient for a while, but because he wanted Caroline very much, he resolved over time to get her to change her mind.  The fact that she didn’t want to move back to Toronto just now to be with him disturbed him greatly.  He felt that if she really loved him as she had said she did, she should acquiesce to his request so that they could be happy together.  He felt that her goal as a teacher was less important than his own goal as an engineer.  After all, engineers make a whole lot more money than teachers ever would and he could make enough money for both of them to live on.  There were more teachers than engineers in the world anyway, so what chance did she realistically have of getting a decent job nearby?  Somehow, he couldn’t stand the idea of having her live away from him for very much longer.  He resolved to do something about the situation.

The next weekend that Caroline was in Toronto, Mark knew what he had to do.  He took her out to a very posh restaurant at the lakefront – the Harbour Castle Westin’s Lighthouse (revolving) restaurant.  This restaurant was very expensive, but Mark wanted to set the stage properly for what he was about to suggest to Caroline.  It was a lovely place to spend an evening for dinner, as, it sat on the edge of Lake Ontario and they could see for dozens of miles over the water, even as far as Niagara Falls on a clear night.  He was intent on creating a very romantic ambience for her.

Dinner started out perfectly with wine, bread and salad and progressed to exotic filet mignon and baked potato, followed finally by a luscious dessert.  When Mark felt the mood was right, he popped the question.  Not the question that you would have thought though.  He said to her, “Caroline, come back to Toronto and move in with me. I need to have you with me.”

But she was resistant.  She replied, “I want to get married first, Mark, and I’m willing to wait for the right time for that to happen.  Besides, school’s very important to me and I want to graduate, which will only happen in two more years.”  In their heated discussion, she put forth her argument that it would only be two more years of being apart and then they would both be finished school for good.  At that time, she would be more than willing to move in with him wherever they wanted to live.

Mark was starting to get desperate.  He needed to have Caroline by his side, where he could control her movements and keep her all to himself.  School, from his perspective, was becoming secondary to his need to have Caroline.  Of course, his own schooling was going to progress as originally planned.  He just did not want Caroline to continue her own schooling in Hamilton any longer.  According to his plan, she could take her schooling anywhere else, if at all.  She could even abandon the whole idea if she wanted.

After dinner, they retired for the night to a room that they had reserved in the hotel and spent the next few hours making passionate love there.  She was pretty tipsy with the wine she’d been drinking and he was also fairly intoxicated, but feeling frustrated at her refusal to cave in to his wishes.  But, he was determined to get what he wanted from her eventually – total capitulation.  When they left the hotel the next morning, Caroline headed for the bus depot.  She said she needed to study for an upcoming exam and he realized that there was nothing more that he could do right now.  So, he reluctantly watched her bus leave for Hamilton.  His plan to keep her at his side was not working out so well at the moment.

About two to three months later, they had been continually commuting back and forth to see each other, when Caroline called Mark up at home one night.  She said that she had something to tell him and he instantly dreaded what she might say to him.  He thought she must have met some other guy and was going to dump him for the other guy.  He didn’t have enough faith in himself anymore to feel that she still loved him and only him.  They made arrangements to meet at an anonymous bar in downtown Toronto.  Mark arrived early so that he could have a strong drink or two before he saw her and had to face the bad news.  That’s when she had dropped her bombshell – she was almost 2 months pregnant!  That’s when he expressed his ardent wish to have her stay with him.

The discussion did not stop there, however.  She was more determined than ever to finish school in Hamilton, and to do that, she had to have an abortion.  But, Mark wouldn’t hear of it.  He wanted them to get married right away.  He assured her that she could finish school after the baby was born, but he wanted her and the baby, both.  There was no way he was going to allow her to have an abortion, if he had any say in it.  Finally, she succumbed to his wishes and agreed to marry him, only on the condition that she was allowed to finish school somewhere after the pregnancy was over.  He, desperate to settle the matter once and for all, agreed.  Later, she would see things his way and change her mind, he thought.  Finally, he had her right where he wanted her.

They were married the following weekend in Niagara Falls, Ontario, by a Justice of the Peace and stayed at a lovely little motel overlooking the falls.  Their honeymoon was spent at the falls for the weekend and then they returned to Toronto to start their lives together.  Caroline had left her education studies in Hamilton temporarily, but resolved to return there as soon as she could.  She knew that Mark loved her enough not to stand in the way of her goal to become a teacher.  After all, it was a well known fact that every modern woman these days should work on her career and not depend on a man, even her loving husband, to support her through life.  Having a child was a significant factor in the equation, but it did not have to become a major impediment to her future progress.  Being pregnant, in her mind, was merely a temporary setback.  She would somehow cope with having a baby, in her own way.  She knew Mark would be as loving a husband and father as he could be.

Time passed and Mark graduated as an engineer.  Caroline had yet to graduate, however.  At home, things started happening little by little.  In fact, it was go gradual that Caroline hardly noticed the changes.  At first, Mark was very attentive and loving towards his new little family, but then she eventually noticed subtle changes in him.  He would go for a drink after work once a week or so with his co-workers – nothing to be concerned about.  Going out for a drink once in a while was certainly not a bad thing, she thought.  But then, he started staying out later and later.  One drink turned into two, three, four, and so on.  Still, she didn’t read anything into it. 

Until one day, Mark came home at midnight, woke Caroline out of a deep sleep, and demanded angrily, “Wake up and make me my dinner right now – I’m hungry!”  This time, he was out-and-out drunk and was definitely in the mood for some kind of argument with her.

She was still groggy from sleep as she asked him, “Don’t you think midnight is a little too late to be cooking food?” And, besides, she was too tired from looking after the baby all day by herself to be able to get up or do anything except sleep.

Mark became enraged at her seemingly uncaring attitude.  With a vicious yank, he pulled her lovely long hair and yelled at her to get up.  She screamed and he slapped her hard across the face.  Now, she was wide-awake and suddenly terrified of her husband.  She had never seen him like this before.  It was like a demon had possessed him.  He was not going to rest (or, God forbid, pass out) until she cooked him dinner.  So, she went into the kitchen and started looking through the cupboards for food.  She racked her brain trying to think of how she could stop him from beating her and demanding the impossible from her.

She cooked him his dinner in silence.  He ate it in silence and finally did pass out on the living room couch.  The next day, when he had sobered up somewhat, he realized, with horror, what he had done to her and tearfully begged her to forgive him.  Because he assured her that it was an isolated incident, which would not happen again (she felt sure about that!), she forgave him.  She was not sure what was behind the incident other than that he’d gotten drunk and she was too frightened to think about the alternative if she didn’t forgive him this time.

However, the next week, it happened again.  This time, he came home reeking of liquor and demanded that she give him sex.  She refused because it was obvious that he was not her loving husband who was asking, but some stranger who needed to abuse her for the sake of his pleasure.  He lost his temper and threw her onto the bed, tore off her clothes and proceeded to rape her viciously.  She screamed loudly and the baby woke up and also started crying loudly, in distress.  He then punched Caroline full in the face and gave her a black eye and a bloody nose.  She continued screaming while he raped her, getting more and more violent.  She was horrified at this monstrous demonstration of animalistic behaviour on the part of her husband, but she could not stop him.

The next day, when he woke up from his drunken stupor, he saw the serious damage he had caused her and again begged her for forgiveness.  But, this time, she was not about to forgive him.  She told him to move out and leave for good.   After a fervent discussion, he very reluctantly packed up his bags and left sullenly.  He yelled at her that this would not be the end of it.  She, for her part, was both relieved to see him go and yet frightened of him, for she knew he could come back.  She was too afraid to call the police and lay charges yet, but she was determined not to forgive him.  At the moment, she did not know what else to do except throw him out of the apartment.

Finally, after months of confrontations with Mark and attempted interventions by the police, she decided that the best course of action, besides having him charged, was to leave town, change her and the baby’s identities and disappear.  It was almost like being in a witness protection program of her own making, but she did not know what else she could do to protect herself and the baby from unwanted harassment and bodily harm.  Charging him was essential, as far as the police were concerned, but would that be enough to keep him away from her for good?  Yes, but only if he was tried and convicted and sent to prison for a good long time.  However, she did not think that would happen and even if it did, she thought that he might still find her anyway and perhaps kill her.  That possibility was too terrifying to ignore.

Caroline and Cathy (a.k.a. Jessica and Janet) had to move and are now living in a small city (name is withheld).  They had had to change their identities to avoid detection.  He would have been able to track them down without any problem, otherwise.  They had to keep to themselves as much as possible in this new place.  The police, of course, were aware of their past circumstances and had promised to protect them as much as possible.  Somehow, Caroline (now Jessica) had found the courage to testify against Mark, however, she was deathly afraid of him, especially after the trial was over.  As a result of his conviction, Mark was now serving three years in prison for spousal assault.  But, after his release, only then would she know when he would track them down and take his final deadly revenge out on her.

A Marriage Made in Heaven -- by Anne Shier


(from her first book "My Short Stories (Book One)", published in March 2011)


Todd and Cheryl was a young married couple I met in the summer of 1995.  He was a worldly, handsome man of 35 and she was a lovely 19 year old nymphet.  Still, in every way, they seemed ideally suited to each other.  He was a professional engineer and she was a natural-born homemaker and they got along very well.  After two years of marriage, Cheryl discovered she was pregnant for the first time and, in due course, they welcomed the arrival of their first-born, a baby girl they named Janie.

After Janie's birth, Todd continued to work very hard to support his newly-expanded family.  He was a dedicated husband and father who never missed a day of work, paid all his bills on time, and was devoted to his wife, Cheryl.  For her part, Cheryl was equally dedicated to her family, raising their adorable little girl, cleaning their large and modern home in the suburbs until it sparkled, and faithfully going to the gym three times a week.  She knew what pregnancy could do to women's bodies and she wanted to keep her body trim because she loved Todd and wanted to please him.  They were, indeed, a happy family.

Todd, Cheryl and Janie lived near the city of Boston, Massachusetts, since Cheryl's immediate family lived in downtown Boston and she was very close to them.  Her mother, father and two brothers all thought Todd was the perfect husband.  Cheryl regularly took Janie with her to visit them, partly to show Janie off and partly to convince them that she had been right to marry at such a young age.  If they were concerned about her, it was only because they thought that Todd might be too old for her, but their concerns seemed unfounded.  It was obvious that Todd and Cheryl had a solid, loving marriage and that they considered themselves fortunate to have found each other.

Todd's immediate family, on the other hand, was not nearly as close to him, either geographically or emotionally.  They lived in Seattle, Washington.  They liked Cheryl, however, and admired her devotion to her husband and baby but, somehow, they were not as convinced as her family about the solidity of the marriage.  After all, sixteen years separated them in age and Todd's family felt that this was no small gap.  However, none of their surmising made any difference to either Todd or Cheryl and the marriage continued on, as strong as it had ever been.  When Janie turned three, the couple decided to expand their family even further.  About a year later, Trisha was born to them and they felt that their family unit was now complete.

As before, Cheryl stayed at home raising the girls and making a comfortable home for Todd.  But, this time, she found it more difficult to get out to the gym as often as before.  She found she was just too busy and tired to look after herself as she would have liked.  There was just no extra time to do this kind of thing for herself – not with her husband absent from home so much, working so hard.

Todd was more ambitious than ever; in fact, his career was becoming a major focal point of his life.  Consequently, Cheryl was rapidly becoming the primary caregiver for their two daughters, a task which was very demanding on Cheryl's time and energy.  Unfortunately, though, Todd couldn't always be at home to give his wife a much-needed break from her demanding daily routine.

However, life continued on for another year in this way.  Every day, Cheryl would look at herself in the mirror only to see a woman whose dull-looking hair was becoming quite brittle and falling out, whose nails were chipping and breaking, and, whose body was filling out at an alarming rate.  As a result, she became quite depressed and wondered if Todd had noticed what was happening to her, or if he even cared.  She finally decided she needed to get out of the house for a while on her own, so she phoned a babysitter who was a good friend of hers to come over one day, as she felt she just might go crazy if she stayed "cooped up" there any longer.  In fact, she considered asking Todd to hire a regular babysitter (a nanny) for that very purpose.

Meanwhile, Todd's career was growing at an accelerated rate.  He had recently gotten a hefty raise and a promotion to plant manager in just the last six months.  Despite the fact that he was now much busier as a result and spent even longer days away from home, he enjoyed his work because of its challenges and the increased status he now enjoyed among his colleagues.  It had never once occurred to him that a large part of his present success was, no doubt, due to Cheryl's efforts at home.  Ironically, Todd did not think that he should be paying more attention to his family.  In fact, he acted as if they were becoming a relatively insignificant part of his daily life.  In addition, he was getting a lot of flirtatious attention from other women.   These developments caused him to become even more immersed in his work and less interested in his family life.  It was such a gradual process that he hardly knew how it had all happened.

One day, while Todd was at work, Cheryl got the phone call that would change her life forever.  The woman at the other end identified herself only as Sheila.  Sheila told Cheryl that she knew Todd very well indeed, and that she felt that Todd's life and career would benefit immensely if she, Sheila, were to become a major part of it.  Cheryl innocently asked Sheila what she meant by that exactly, and Sheila said, very matter of factly, that she and Todd had been "seeing each other" for the last year, that they had a relationship. 

Cheryl was afraid to ask her to elaborate, but the damage had already been done.  Sheila said that "it only happened once", referring to a one-time physical intimacy between them.  Apparently, it had never meant more than that to Todd.  She said that she might have willingly overlooked this fact and forgiven Todd for his callousness, except that she "accidently" became pregnant with his child.  She now had a year-old baby girl to show for her one-night stand and her so-called “innocent” involvement with him.  Todd had been partly supporting them and even staying overnight on occasion when he was supposed to be out of town on business.  He knew all about what had happened and had agreed with her decision to have and raise their child.

Cheryl, out of a morbid curiosity and a wish to know exactly what motivated this woman, asked Sheila why she wanted to break up a happy marriage that had produced two beautiful babies.  Sheila, without apology, said that she was there for Todd when he really needed someone and that their affair was “meant to be”.  According to Cheryl, this kind of comment was the product of a sick mind.  It had become obvious to Cheryl that her husband had given in to a moment of weakness, as men often do, and that Sheila hadn’t given a second thought to the devastation that she and Todd had caused his family.  Todd’s deception and betrayal of all the hopes and dreams that Cheryl had had for her family would have rivalled any affair anywhere.  And, she knew she was never going to forgive him for the deep wounds he had caused to their love and life together.

After Cheryl heard this horrifying story from Sheila, she became so overwrought with grief, anguish and rage that all she could think about was packing up and moving herself and the girls out of the house as soon as possible.  Though she felt betrayal, she was especially angry with herself for being such a fool as to believe that hers was "a marriage made in heaven".  Now, all she wanted was for Todd to experience the kind of loneliness that she'd been experiencing herself for the past year or more because of his self-indulgence.  At this moment, she didn't know when their divorce would occur, only that their so-called "perfect marriage" was in permanent ruins.  Cheryl left Todd that very day, never telling him why and never once looking back.

That night, Todd came home to an empty, dark house.  The moment he stepped through the door, he sensed a change for the worst.  When he discovered that Cheryl's, Janie's and Trisha's clothes and belongings were all gone, he knew she knew.  He didn't know whether to feel relief or horror.  On one hand, he felt relief that his double life was no longer a secret to be kept, yet, on the other hand, horror that Sheila had actually had the nerve to tell Cheryl about them merely to get Todd all to herself.  Unfortunately, he never once blamed himself for the situation; he was too busy blaming Cheryl for deserting him without so much as demanding an explanation.  And, he even blamed Sheila for having the gall to interfere with his first family.  Todd could not find it in himself to take any responsibility for what had happened because, in his mind, Cheryl had driven him to be attracted to other women by allowing herself to become less attractive to him than she had once been.

Later that evening, he sat alone in the dark living room, chain-smoking, and contemplating how different life would have been if only Sheila hadn't "ruined" his life and caused Cheryl to abdicate her role as his wife.  He only knew that life without Cheryl and his beautiful girls was going to be intolerable and he wondered how he had ever let it get this far.  Todd just could not accept his own role in this scenario.  Wasn’t it an accepted fact that men who were “work-a-holics” simply had to have outlets other than a loving home, devoted wife and lovely children?  Now, he was going to have to face an ugly legal battle with Cheryl in an extremely ugly divorce proceeding and, at the same time, also deal with Sheila and the increasing demands she was about to make on him.  All Todd could think about was that he was the one who’d been deserted by Cheryl.  Yet, he would also be forced to deal with Sheila – a new challenge that might very well prove his final undoing.






A Call for Help -- by Anne Shier


(from her first book "My Short Stories (Book One)", published in March 2011)


The fight broke out, as it usually did, around midnight or shortly afterward.  There was always a lot of arguing, followed by a lot of yelling and then high-pitched screaming.  Finally, it would end with what sounded like a very physical fight.  Someone was getting the pulp beaten out of her.  Usually, someone else in the neighborhood would then get alarmed enough to call the police, to try and prevent a possible homicide.  But, it seemed to those who heard this commotion on a nearly daily basis that it was only a matter of time before one happened.  Sooner or later, this poor victim was going to get beaten so badly that she would not survive.  What were we to do?

I knew that our errant neighbors were into drinking alcohol.  It was a well-known fact.  I didn’t know much about excessive drinking at the time, however, except that people who regularly got drunk were more likely to cause trouble.  The current suspect in this case was the husband of the family, Evan Jones, whom we thought was regularly beating his wife, Julia.  The husband was considered hard to get along with anyway, and his wife often looked too afraid to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.  But, who knew what set him off?  The police had removed him from the situation many times and thrown him into jail to “sleep it off” for the night, but he would always be released the next day and return home, only to do a repeat performance the next night.

His wife would never press charges against him – she seemed too afraid to do that - and her husband was too smart to ever leave any visible physical evidence on her body of his drunken rages.  So, he was left to continue his rampages, beating her viciously and yet, never having to account to anyone for his heinous actions.  No one in the neighborhood dared to stand up to him either – he was way too intimidating to most people.  A few of the men wanted to stand up to him, regardless of that fact, but it took courage for them to even consider it.  We had to do something for Julia before Evan beat her to death.  But, what?  I resolved to find out what could be done without having to risk my own safety.  It was clear that anyone who crossed this bully was going to pay dearly.

So, I started to do some preliminary research on the topic of physical abuse.  I discovered that, once beatings start in a home, they can become a regular occurrence or pattern, which neither the abuser nor his victim seem able to stop.  I also discovered that the victim (usually female) rarely, if ever, causes her own misfortunes.  The abuser, usually after indulging in heavy drinking, loses control of his temper and emotions and looks to the nearest scapegoat upon whom to vent his rage.  That scapegoat is usually a family member, like his wife or one of his children.  Curiously enough, if the perpetrator chooses to vent his rage on one of his children, he may pick one child over the others, in particular, and ignore the others to a large extent.  This beating behavior can escalate over time if it goes on long enough, from beatings with an open hand, to using a belt or wooden spoon, to using even larger objects such as a vacuum cleaner tube.  It may even escalate to using a closed fist.  If left unchecked, the abuser may eventually resort to extremely violent behavior with lethal weapons, such as a gun or knife, or even to sexual assault, such as spousal rape.

Evan Jones’ reputation in the neighborhood was that of a bully.  So, he wasn’t just mean to his wife, he was mean (at least verbally) to everyone around him.  The way to deal with bullying behavior, in general, was to never accept any of it, passively.  The key was for the victim to leave the scene immediately (or as soon as possible, with no excuses required) and to call the police, if necessary.  Since Julia Jones had never left her home on her own, or called the police herself, she may have inadvertently and innocently encouraged Evan’s bullying by negatively reinforcing it.  If he never had to account to anyone for his actions, then this was an excuse for him to continue his bullying behavior.

I felt that Julia really needed to join a support group for battered women so that she could build the courage to leave him, or at least, learn how to deal with it.  And, it would take lots of courage on her part.  He was not someone who should be treated lightly.  I felt that he had the ability to take his beating behavior to the next level with her, if he so chose.  The first trick was to get her out of her home long enough to get her to a support group meeting once a week.  Her husband could not be trusted with that kind of knowledge, so he must never know what she was really doing.  That is, she would have to make up an excuse to leave the house, and go to the support group meeting without his knowledge or consent.  If he ever found out what she was doing behind his back, he would probably react violently.  Who knew where that might lead?  All I knew was – I wanted to help her, not get her hurt or killed, plus I didn’t want to get myself hurt or killed either.

The second trick was for me to obtain her cooperation with my rescue efforts.  Even if she did want to be rescued from her terrible situation, she needed to know that she, herself, was largely responsible for her own extraction.  In other words, she could only expect to get help from others if she was willing to help herself.  If she decided to stay despite the harm that she was enduring, there was very little that anyone else could do for her.  So, one day, I called Julia (while Evan was at work) and asked her, “Julia, would you like to go shopping with me?”  We weren’t really going to go shopping that day, but it would get her out of her home for a couple of critical hours. 

Julia replied, “Yes, Nina, I’d love to go shopping with you!  I don’t think my husband would mind me doing that with a female neighbour.” I didn’t tell her at that moment what my real intentions for her were, but she would find out soon enough.  Now that she had agreed to accompany me, I had to find a support group that met during daytime hours while Evan was out of the house.  The meeting time should be the most likely time that Julia could sneak out of the house without Evan’s knowledge.  Luckily, I did find a suitable support group for her at a local YWCA. 

The YWCA is an ideal place for such meetings since this organization caters specifically to women’s needs, particularly those who need urgent attention and help.  In the support group meetings, there are qualified and experienced volunteer counselors – psychologists who do pro-bono work for women’s causes.  The psychologists were women too, as, it was reasonable to assume that women in trouble would most likely seek help from other women.  In addition, women in all kinds of abusive situations would attend these group meetings and share their experiences with each other.  Not only did these women get the support they needed, but they also got great advice, coping strategies and effective methods of dealing with their abusers. 

There, everyone has her own unique story to share, but the stories all have a common thread – the victim, a woman who feels utterly powerless, is made to feel even more powerless and worthless by her abuser.  The typical victim’s story goes like this:  “I’ve always tried so hard to please him [my tormentor], but it doesn’t seem to matter what I do, he always seems to get angry with me.  Then, all it would take is one little misstep or something equally minor on my part, and he’d lose his temper completely and start beating up on me.  I always had to say to the doctors at the hospital that I’d fallen down the stairs or something like that.  Otherwise, the doctors would have called the police and had him charged with assault and battery.  That would have set him off and made him really angry with me.”

The victim’s self-esteem and self-confidence would inevitably be seriously eroded over time, which would actually help perpetuate the abusive behavior.  The victim would then feel more and more victimized and helpless, and less and less able to deal with the abuse.  In other words, it became a self-fulfilling prophecy in which the victim was always the loser and the abuser was always the winner.  It was a win-lose situation always benefiting the abuser that would never end for the victim until the victim’s death or the conviction in a court of law of the abuser. 

But, why weren’t abusers being successfully charged, prosecuted and convicted in the courts?  One premise is that the courts have to have some physical evidence of the abuse, or at least, the testimony of the victim and / or one or more witnesses to the particular offence.  Without evidence, a victim of physical abuse had very little chance of getting some legal relief or justice, not to mention the fact that most victims were too afraid of future retribution to want to file charges in the first place.  Small wonder Julia was so reticent about filing charges against Evan and taking him to court – she would have had to live with the result if, by some miracle, he was acquitted.  She was smart enough to realize that the odds of success were not in her favor.  He had too much of a chance of being released without a jail term being imposed on him and of returning home to vent his rage on her in ever more heinous and harmful ways.

There was a critical question to be answered:  was it alcohol overindulgence that made him abusive or his own mean nature?  In Evan’s case, it probably would have been both – a naturally mean personality fueled by alcohol’s reduction of his inhibitions.  Either he had to quit drinking altogether for good, or consciously change his behavior and attitude, or both.  From where I stood, it might be possible for him to quit drinking with the help of organizations such as Alcoholics Anonymous, but I seriously doubted that he could, or would, be able to change a personality that had taken him a lifetime to develop.  Possibly, it had all started when he was a child, I surmised.  It was probable that he, himself, had also been physically abused as a child and this had created and fueled a rage that just grew over time until he was finally old enough to leave home.  Ironically, without getting help for himself from a support group for abusers, he might never gain a complete and true understanding of the early roots of his own victim-hood. 

Essentially, it was the job of the psychologists who counseled the support group that Julia attended to increase her own awareness of how the abuse began, why it was continuing and how to end it.  The courts would also try to do their part (although there was no guarantee of justice) when the evidence that they needed was there.  But, in the absence of such evidence or testimony from the victim that would tend to convict the abuser, other steps had to be followed.  The only thing that could change over time would be that the courts might be able to convict an abuser without the testimony of the victim.  In that case, a police report taken at the scene (along with the policeman’s testimony) might suffice in its place.  Ironically, it would take the cooperation, ideally, of both the victim and her abuser to stop the abuse, both in the present and future.