Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Zachary changed into some going-out clothes and Tiffany freshened up a bit.
They then walked out of his apartment, locked the door behind them, and down to his car.
Zachary opened the passenger door for Tiffany to which she planted a kiss on his face, then sat down in the seat.
Afterward, Zachary opened the driver-side door sat down and started the engine. He put his car in gear and they headed to the Justice of the Peace.
As they were riding, Zachary asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this, sweetheart?”
Tiffany replied, “I am sure as I will ever be. Not only am I fed up with his constant abusing me and getting away with it, but I also fear for your safety, even your life.” She paused, then said, “He has multiple guns not to mention he is possessive of my virginity. And while I think you’re wonderful, I know he won’t approve of you, because you get a disability check.”
“Have you ever attempted to report him to the authorities before?”
“I did when I was fifteen. I had just finished a wonderful painting that I was going to try and sell to have some spending money. It was a picture of two young lovers having a picnic. He claimed it was sexually vulgar, I’m not exactly not sure how, so he threw it into the fireplace and burned it. I cursed him lower than a dog, so he began to lash me with a belt. I called the cops on him but when they arrived and found out that my parents were sending me to parochial school, they assumed I was just a spoiled brat. When I explained why I cursed him out, the officer said that because the art supplies were bought with an allowance from my parents that they have the right to destroy the painting if they so choose. My dad then said how the painting I drew was sexually inappropriate. I told the cop it was not. My dad then accused me of calling him a liar. The cop then said I’m lucky my dad doesn’t beat me for that as well because he would have if I was his daughter.” Tiffany paused, then continued, “My dad said that because I attempted to have him arrested, I was forbidden from ever getting a driver’s license as long as I was under his roof. And I was also only allowed to go to school and mass. I tried talking to the priest about all of it during confession, but he simply commanded that I need to honor my father and mother, no ifs and or buts, even if it kills me. My catholic school counselors wouldn’t report it either, because they all claimed I needed discipline and should be less controversial about what I draw and paint. In reality, I think it is because my dad’s company is a major donor to the school.”
Zachary held Tiffany’s hand and said, “I wanted to make sure you were absolutely in agreement with taking legal action against him before we actually did so, but now I know that justice must need be served. I am immensely sorry that no one came to your aid before, but I pray that now it will be made right. This is a parent-child relationship that has been flagrantly violated and unless your dad acknowledges and repents for all his wrongdoings, then the relationship is not worth being restored.”
Tiffany replied, “I just hope that we will be taken seriously.”
“We should just come clean about everything. And we will play all of those voicemail recordings.”
“Yes. Let’s do this thing.”
Zachary drove a short distance more, then pulled up to the Justice of the Peace. He parked his car, then stepped out and opened the passenger door for Tiffany. She stepped out and they exchanged a brief kiss.
Tiffany knocked on the door and was greeted by an older lady.
“May I help you?” She asked.
“I need to put a restraining order on my dad,” Tiffany replied.
“Oh, Merciful Heavens, why on earth do you want to do that?”
“Because he is abusive and controlling. Furthermore, he made some serious threats on my boyfriend’s life.”
“Do you have any proof?”
“My boyfriend recorded it on his phone,” Tiffany looked at Zachary and said, “Bae, show her the evidence.”
Zachary pulled out his phone and played the recordings that he had copied from her phone.
The old lady placed her hand on her heart and said, “My gosh, what a brute of a man!” She paused then asked, “How old are you, though, because if you’re not yet eighteen your boyfriend can get in a world of trouble.”
“I’m nineteen actually and my dad still treats me like a child. I want to be an artist and he destroys my painting because he wants me to get a ‘real job.’ He doesn’t allow me out of his house except to go to mass. So I ran away and met this wonderful young man.”
“Let me see some ID.”
Tiffany pulled out her ID card.
The old lady examined it, then said, “All right, I just need you to fill out the paperwork, then we will get it done for you.”
As Tiffany filled out the papers, the old lady looked at Zachary and asked, “Now you’re not taking advantage of this girl are you?”
Zachary replied with commanding sobriety, “No ma’am, perish the very thought! I am a God-fearing man and I have tremendous reverence for her as well. She may be staying with me, but I am solemnly committed to forgoing intimacy with her until we are wed.”
The old lady looked at Tiffany and said, “What a gentleman you have here! I can tell he’s nothing like your father. You both better always be good to each other.”
“Yes, ma’am, I shall do exactly so with every fiber of my being!”
“So well spoken! That is unheard of for someone your age.” The old lady said to Zachary.
Tiffany added in, “I love how he talks. Like I said yesterday, he sounds like the Puritan Ministers I learned about in American English class but my dad sounds like he is possessed by a legion of demons.”
Zachary looked at the old lady and said, “Thank you, ma’am. I sustained a debilitating back injury six years ago. I have always been an aspiring writer and receiving a disability pension now permits me the time and resources to pursue my passion. I deeply regret not being able to view any of her paintings, because I just know they would have inspired me to create some wonderful literature.”
“When he reads those stories to me, he makes me want to paint the scenes and make them come alive.”
“You’re such a lovely couple and I wish we could have met under better circumstances. But I wish you both the best.”
Zachary said to the old lady, “I am a Christian, and being such has changed my eternal destiny totally for the better and vastly improved this current life of mine as well. I would like you to have what I have, so I am inviting you to come to church. I am taking Tiffany to the alternative celebration to Halloween we are having tonight. But we have services every Wednesday and Sunday and I would be honored if you joined us.” He then wrote down the church name and address.
“Thank you, young man. I will seriously consider it.” She paused, then looked at Tiffany as she said, “The papers will be served either later today or first thing tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much!” Tiffany said as she cried tears of relief.
They then walked to Zachary’s car to which he opened the passenger door for Tiffany. They shared a kiss then she sat down. Zachary entered on the driver’s side, started his engine then asked, “What would you like to do now?”
“Go back to your place and have some of that spaghetti and meatballs we made last night. I need to eat something.”
“Say no more, sweetheart.”
“I am just going to get even fatter if you keep feeding me like this.”
“Oh, that doesn’t worry me in the least. In fact, all it means to me is there will be more of you for me to cherish and adore.”
“I am falling even more for you, Zack!”
“The feeling is mutual, Tiffany. I thank God that you came into my life!”
With that, they rode back to Zachary’s apartment and finished off their homemade spaghetti and meatballs, then snuggled on the futon until it was time for the church festival.