Tales from the dark side - part 2 (the sad conclusion)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008 3:07 AM
For those who read my prior posts on this subject, I figured I would share the sobering outcome. Tonight was an unpleasant night.
My sweet young dancer (whose boyfriend angrily accused her of being a junkie) called again with another emergency. Once again, against better judgment, I rescued her. (Trust me I am sparing you a lot of details.) In the course of this event, I get in another series of lengthy chats with the boyfriend, who seems genuinely awestruck that I am going out of my way to help someone I barely know I explain that having children myself, I do not feel comfortable adandoning this girl to her own devices.
The boyfriend then confesses to me that he told a terrible lie. She is not really a junkie. He made that all up, just to get back at her.
I am feeling great, needless to say. My faith in human nature is restored. The dancer and her boyfriend seem to be making a clean, amicable break. All is well.
So now I am hanging out with her (no sex, we're fully dressed) and I am marveling at the elaborate web of deception the boyfriend had spun. Suddenly there is pounding at the door, and who bursts in, but the enraged psychotic boyfriend.
He is carrying on like a raving madman, and I am somewhat fearful for my safey. Most of what he is saying is gibberish about their failed relationship, but in the course of this he keeps yelling, "tell him the truth." He actually leaves at one point, and in the momentary calm, I ask the girl to explain, but she claims not to understand.
Finally, he returns and demands that she show me her arms in the bare light of the rooms. She bullshits a little more, showing me the top sides of her arms. But finally I grab her wrists and turn them over. And there are the track marks. Unmistakable.
That wasn't the end of the confessions, however. I am sure the more jaded among you will not be suprised to learn the boyfriend is a junkie too. To his credit, he had the decency to force the truth. Personally, I feel lucky I wasn't robbed at knifepoint. Sad.
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