In A Daze, With Far Away Eyes, chapter 4
I woke up to the sound of banging on my front door. Adrienne had shaken me awake.
"I think he's here, Billie."
"Wha?" I asked groggily.
"Dan. I think he's here."
I jumped right up and walked over to my bedroom. The boys were sitting on my bed. I grabbed my pocket knife.
"You gonna kill him, Dad?" Joey asked.
"Only if I have to." Was all I said. I went over to the door.
"What do you want?" I shouted over his banging.
"Let me in, rock star. You've got my wife."
"She's not your wife, asshole. I'm not letting you in."
"I'll bust the door down."
"I've got a knife! Come on in if you want."
Adie clung to my arm.
"Open the goddamn door!"
"Hand me the phone." I whispered to Adie. "I'm calling the police."
"Adrienne when I get in there you're gonna regret running out on me." He called still banging on the door.
"Over my dead fucking body!" I screamed through the door, still dialing the police. I told them what was going on and they said they would be over.
Joey poked his head out of the bedroom door.
"I'm gonna teach you and those little brats not to leave me like that, Adrienne!"
"FUCK YOU!" Joey called from the bedroom door.
My kid just said fuck but I didn't even care. More power to him.
"That's it!" I heard the door crack a little as he kicked it. I pushed Adrienne into my bedroom and told her to lock the door. I flipped the blade out on my knife, ready to strike if I had to.
The door finally gave in and a man, around my height, but stockier, was standing there. I had expected this, but there was still a delayed reaction when he round housed me in the side of the head. I stumbled back up and knocked him in the mouth. He fell against the wall and I held his throat, the tip of the knife in the perfect position to slide into his neck.
"You sick bastard. I never wanna fucking see you anywhere around Adrienne or my kids again."
He loosened my grip and as the sirens of the police cars were wailing outside the apartment complex, he twisted my hand around and brought that blade down and plunged it through my stomach. I gasped. My knees collapsed beneath me and hit them as I went down. He couldn't even move. I doubled over, trying to get my breath, but it was hard. The cops threw him against the wall and cuffed him. One of them laid me down on the floor and asked where the woman and kids were. I tried to tell them, but I was suffocating. He finally figured out I had been stabbed and called an ambulance. They got Adie and the boys out, but they told them to go downstairs to the squad car and wait for him. They wouldn't let them see me.
"What's wrong with him?" I heard Joey ask.
"Something happened in the fight, just go with your mom."
"What happened?"
"He was stabbed."
"I'll kill that bastard!!" he began screaming. The cops got him calmed down and one escorted him downstairs. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the fire in Joey's eyes as he looked over at me.
"I think he's here, Billie."
"Wha?" I asked groggily.
"Dan. I think he's here."
I jumped right up and walked over to my bedroom. The boys were sitting on my bed. I grabbed my pocket knife.
"You gonna kill him, Dad?" Joey asked.
"Only if I have to." Was all I said. I went over to the door.
"What do you want?" I shouted over his banging.
"Let me in, rock star. You've got my wife."
"She's not your wife, asshole. I'm not letting you in."
"I'll bust the door down."
"I've got a knife! Come on in if you want."
Adie clung to my arm.
"Open the goddamn door!"
"Hand me the phone." I whispered to Adie. "I'm calling the police."
"Adrienne when I get in there you're gonna regret running out on me." He called still banging on the door.
"Over my dead fucking body!" I screamed through the door, still dialing the police. I told them what was going on and they said they would be over.
Joey poked his head out of the bedroom door.
"I'm gonna teach you and those little brats not to leave me like that, Adrienne!"
"FUCK YOU!" Joey called from the bedroom door.
My kid just said fuck but I didn't even care. More power to him.
"That's it!" I heard the door crack a little as he kicked it. I pushed Adrienne into my bedroom and told her to lock the door. I flipped the blade out on my knife, ready to strike if I had to.
The door finally gave in and a man, around my height, but stockier, was standing there. I had expected this, but there was still a delayed reaction when he round housed me in the side of the head. I stumbled back up and knocked him in the mouth. He fell against the wall and I held his throat, the tip of the knife in the perfect position to slide into his neck.
"You sick bastard. I never wanna fucking see you anywhere around Adrienne or my kids again."
He loosened my grip and as the sirens of the police cars were wailing outside the apartment complex, he twisted my hand around and brought that blade down and plunged it through my stomach. I gasped. My knees collapsed beneath me and hit them as I went down. He couldn't even move. I doubled over, trying to get my breath, but it was hard. The cops threw him against the wall and cuffed him. One of them laid me down on the floor and asked where the woman and kids were. I tried to tell them, but I was suffocating. He finally figured out I had been stabbed and called an ambulance. They got Adie and the boys out, but they told them to go downstairs to the squad car and wait for him. They wouldn't let them see me.
"What's wrong with him?" I heard Joey ask.
"Something happened in the fight, just go with your mom."
"What happened?"
"He was stabbed."
"I'll kill that bastard!!" he began screaming. The cops got him calmed down and one escorted him downstairs. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the fire in Joey's eyes as he looked over at me.
