Post 11
Are you there Satan? It's me, Morganne.
Just wanted to formerly thank you, for coming on so strong Saturday evening. Luckily, my 11-year-old baby was there to witness everything that went down. My son was standing in his bedroom doorway, watching JC, as his face was actually touching the opposite side of the door frame, on the very tips of his toes, with his natural bodily instinct, attempting to catch his fall. I was fortunate enough to visually watch and hear the reenactment, performed by my 11-year-old. In his sweet, angelic, innocent voice, he informed me that the reason he knew he was "on one", is because once JC could control the slump for a minute, he walked back into my sons bedroom, left the door open by mistake, and as Julian Jordon walked by, the blatant view of his rig with no cap on, along with the crooked and burned up spoon was laying across his floor, and the baggy was still sitting on top of his dresser. He said he was so afraid that he wouldn't know what to do if JC stopped breathing, and he was so afraid that he didn't know where any medicine was to help him if he did, aka the freaking Narcan, for crying out loud, that he started to panic, and called me over and over until I answered.
Fortunately, I pulled into my driveway shortly after, and the second I set my purse down, I heard the sound of two frantic feet come sprinting down the stairs. He could barely talk he was so anxious and nervous, asking me where I was, why I wasn't answering my phone, what took so long... he couldn't get the questions out quick enough, before the next one began. Then, there was a second set of frantic feet, coming down the stairs, but these were aggressive, forceful, scary feet. I had never heard these footsteps before. All three of us (my two sons and I) just glared up at the stairs, already knowing what was about to come down. They were freak out footsteps. It sounded as if his feet were about to plunge through the steps themselves, as he made his way to the bottom.
The look on his face... is one I'll remember for all of my life. The fury, the ice box heart look, the empty, angry, hostile, violent, vengeful, filter-less, soulless, demented, horrific, and somewhat evil look on his face. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand and made my stomach quiver. I'm not sure if I had ever seen this look. He wasn't there. His body was standing in front of me, but his mind, was somewhere else, somewhere dark, somewhere frightening, somewhere cold, and somewhere I never wanted to be. I was afraid for him to be there. His voice was shaking, his eyes trembling back and forth, and he just kept getting closer and closer to me. The closer he walked, the more petrified I became. If there were ever a time, I was more afraid in my 32 years of existence, I sure could not remember one.
The human standing in front of me, the man I imagined could never lay a single finger on me in aggression or anger, had me shaking out of fear of what on earth was going to happen, and what he was actually capable of doing to me, in front of my children, the two creatures on this globe, more in his corner than anyone in his life, who love him unconditionally, forgive him every single time, no questions asked, watching him, every move he makes, listening to every harsh and vicious word so easily fly from his mouth, in complete disbelief. They were not budging. I remember I kept asking them to walk upstairs and get away from it, so that they didn't have to endure this for a second longer, and neither one of them spoke, but neither one of them would move a single muscle, from right next to me. I knew then, they were afraid too. But not afraid in the same sense that I was afraid, they both were in complete boy mode. Julian Jordon grabbed my hand and didn't move it until it was all over. Rylon was in FULL protection mode. That look on his face, that stone face killer look. spoke for itself. He didn't take his eyes off him for a single solid second. He was ready to take on the beast one on one, 13 years old or not. He didn't care. It was the most incredibly painful and yet beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. They both secretly knew there wasn't a chance in life I could take him alone in this type of rage. He had turned into an absolute lunatic. A scary, strong, aggressive, spiteful, and hateful monster. Some creature you'd have nightmares about. But unfortunately for us, we never woke up from ours. Satan, I hope you know that this is obviously the PG version of what happened in my home tonight, the one I am comfortable enough writing down on paper. The full story is something that only the four of us will know, in hopes and prayers to God that they never utter a word of this after tonight.
I think I may sign off for tonight, with way too many emotions running through my head. Please have just a little mercy, if you can, for the remainder of my evening. I'll pick back up tomorrow, where I left off.
May God have mercy on your, well, whatever you are...
Morganne Devney
