Blowin’ In The Wind
Walking
through the studio door he immediately knew who was there, the cowboy hat on
the desk was a dead give away.
”Tiffany, you in here?” he called out, no answer was given.
He walked
around until he noticed the black jacket with Yellow Submarine imprinted on it,
going farther into the room he almost tripped over the shoe that was lying
in the middle of the road. ‘Yep, she’s defiantly here, but where?’ Suddenly he
heard a panting noise coming from under the desk and he quickly ran to it,
there with her shirt torn and pants around her ankles. She was crying…
“What
happened?”
“I…I…” that’s
all she could get out before she was consumed with the tears. He immediately
pulled our his cell phone and called 911.
“Hello, what
is the emergency?”
“My friend,
she’s she’s been raped, I think.”
“Why do you
think?”
”She’s crying, her clothes are torn and and…”
”Okay sir, what is the location.”
He quickly
told her the address of the building and their location in it. He knew he
should have left her alone there at that time at night, but she had insisted
that she would be fine, she was a big girl.
All he could
do was hold her until they got there, she clinged to him like a lost child in a
storm. The ambulance got there a couple of minutes later and took her to
the hospital, he rode with them. On the way up there she held on to his hand so
tight that he almost lost all blood flow to it.
When they
arrived he called all the necessary people and just waited for the doctor to
come back with results. It felt like years before he finally came back with the
outcome.
“Are you with
the young lady that just came in?”
“Yes, I am,”
he jumped up as soon as question came.
“Well, you
were right she was raped or more like she was almost raped.”
”Almost?”
”She
stopped them before they could do any real damage. She has a couple of brusies
on her thighs and arms. A pretty nice size one on her cheek,
where she was apparently slapped. Other than that Ms. Bridges will be just fine. She’s resting
right now, feel free to go and see her.”
With that the
doctor left and JC quickly walked to Tiffany’s room. She looked so peaceful
except for the mark on her face where there lay a bruise. He moved over to her
bedside.
Her eyes
slowly opened to welcome in the image of her beloved friend. She started to sit
up but he signaled her not to, “You need your rest.”
“No, I need a hug,”
she sat up and held open her arms and was quickly enveloped in his strong arms.
“Why did have
to happen to you?”
”It’s not so bad, I mean he didn’t get me.”
”He could have but he didn’t. I mean yeah, I’m scared. I was scared. I will be
scared but I’m human and things like this happen.”
”Not to people like you Tiff.”
She could see
the fear in his dark blue eyes, she also saw the anger over what had
happen. “I could have prevented it.”
She simply
shook her head, he couldn’t have prevented it anymore than she could have
jumped over the moon.
“Who was it?”
”I don’t want to talk about it.”
”Tell me Tiff and I find him, I’ll tell the police. I’ll…”
”Let it go Josh, I don’t want to have to go through a whole trial and court
room crap. I just…”
”He needs to be behind bars, do you know how many other girls he could do this
to, or how many he’s done it to.”
”Just me…”
”What?”
She hesitated
to tell him that it was her…well almost her stalker. He had admitted she was
the only girl he’s ever gone this far with and then she kicked him in the
balls. Then he heard someone coming and ran, that’s it. She was left there
crying, not over what had happened but of being alone.
“You remember that
stalker dude...” he nodded his head, “well, that’s who. He told me I was the
only way. The freaking dyke was a virgin and was wanting to lose to me. Perv…
I mean I kicked him in the balls and then he heard someone come in and ran. He
was gone before you came in.”
“We’ll have
him thrown in jail this time, for violation of parole, of whatever it’s called.
Justice will be served.”
“I don’t want
to go to court.”
”I don’t want
this to happen again.”
“It won’t, it
was my fault.”
”Who says it
won’t? How many times does this sort of thing have to happen until you
understand you’re not to blame.”
She knew he
was right, she always blamed herself. She could have locked the door, she could
have ran away, she could have done this she could have done that. She always
blamed herself. She always felt like she was the one in control and when
something went wrong it was her fault.
“I just… I
just care about you Tiff. I don’t want to see you hurt. I just want to know the
answer.”
“The answer’s blowin’
in the wind.”
How many
roads must a man walk down,
Before you
call him a man?
How many
seas must a white dove sail,
Before she
sleeps in the sand?
How many
times must cannonballs fly,
Before
they’re forever banned?
The answer my
friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer
is blowin’ in the wind
How many
years can a mountain exist,
Before it’s
washed to the seas?
How many
years can some people exist,
Before
they’re allowed to be free?
How many
times can a man turn his head,
Pretend
that he just doesn’t see?
The answer,
my friend, is blowin’ in th wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Yes and how
many times must a man look up,
Before he
can see the sky?
Yes and how
many ears must one man have,
Before he
can hear people cry?
Yes and how
many deaths will it take till he knows
That too
many people have died?
The answer,
my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer
is blowin’ in the wind