I want to type this while it is still fresh in my mind. Today I had my worst experience ever with Marie. It started as something extremely non offensive, and escalated into a full blown fight, on one side anyway. Marie and Angela were at the computer on the Internet when I came in and said "I'm expecting a phone call from a guy about my eagle scout project. Angela said "OK" and proceeded to sign off line. Marie was not happy about this and said, "ZAT KNEESS", a Russian expletive. I walked over to the computer, its screen was darker than normal and it didn't look well. I inquired to Angela about this and she informed me that the brightness hurt her eyes and she had turned it down by pushing the buttons on the... Angela never got through because Marie stabbed my shoulder with a pencil. Not hard enough to puncture the skin but dang hard enough to get my attention. I wrenched the dull pencil from her hand and tossed it in a corner. She immediately jumped up with a look of evil in her eyes. I backed off hoping the evil was not meant for me. It was. she grabbed the first thing that came to her hand and threw it at me. It was a magnifying glass and I jumped aside so it only hit my shoulder. She then grabbed the next thing that came in handy, a pair of scissors. She hurled them at me before I had time to react. Fortunately they glanced harmlessly off of my hip handle end first. Marie then walked out of the room with a look of triumph on her eyes.
End of story.
Right?
Wrong.
After Marie left I got on the computer and tried to boost the screen back to its normal brightness. I heard a noise to my left, but before I could look something whizzes past my face and hit the wall beside me with a loud KLUNK I looked and there in the doorway stood Marie now grabbing for a glass cup filled with pencils and pens. she was close enough that I was able to jump out of my chair and grab her hand just before she took hold of the pencil jar. She swung her other fist at my face in an awkward sideways manner. I blocked her swing with my left arm. Pain shot up and down my freshly healed bone.
The next minute were fingernails and teeth to me. I finally pinned her to the ground and took a look at my self while she continued to struggle and clash her teeth. I could see bleed in at least 6 places and my shirt was stretched and torn in places. I looked at her. She was fine except for the deadly look in her eyes, the long fingernails digging into my hand, the flashing teeth, and the Russian expletives. I began calling for my grandpa since he was the only one home. He didn't answer. I seemed to be home alone. Suddenly with a burst of energy and twisting Marie got her arm free from my left arm. She clawed at my face but I pulled back just in time. Her nails dug into my shoulders instead. In pulling back I had loosed my grip on her other hand and now she was again all teeth and nails. I started to stand but felt her nails dig deep into my left thigh and her teeth searching for a grip on my right calf. I once again struggled and succeeded in holding her face down on the floor with her hands behind her back, like the police on TV. The expletives were slowing down now that she was out of breath. About this time Angela walked in and saw what was happening. She tried to break it up but I was not about to let go of the lion. Finally when Marie saw she was beat she told me she "would not kick me". Since she speaks limited English I figured that as "I won't fight". So I let go and backed quickly away giving her plenty of room. She then yelled "I KILL YOU" and ran out of the room and down stairs. I heard a drawer open downstairs and metal tinkling around. "Great" I thought "she has a knife and I don't want to start my knife defense practice now with a wild woman." I then closed the door, took the screen off the window and jumped out onto the deck. I then jumped to the ground and ran along the road leaving instructions to Angela to open the door to show Marie I wasn't in there. After jogging along the road to the gate, barefoot, I sat down and waited and waited. In my waiting time I concluded that Marie had drawn blood 16 times and I had numerous other scratches and bruises. After five minutes of no movement or sounds from the house I started walking back. Still nothing. I climbed back up to the deck and slowly peaked into the rooms of the house. Nobody. I expected at any moment for Marie to pop out of a door wielding a butcher knife yelling "I KILL YOU". I found Angela who told me that after I had left she had not seen or heard anything in the whole house. Well we could not allow her to go off hitchhiking again so we went to look for her. I driving my truck along the road and Angela searching out 10 acres of land and the surrounding areas. I met Grandpa along the road, he was taking a nice peaceful evening stroll. He got in the truck and I explained everything and he told me that if she drew blood I had the right to defend myself. He suggested that I might possibly try slapping her once or twice since I had never done it before. Angela, Grandpa, and I went searching with flashlight and spotlight since it was past 9:00 by now. Angela found her and as of right now both Angela and my Grandpa are talking to her while I type on the computer. It is 10:30 and I have to wake up at 5 tomorrow and drive for 10 hours to pick up Jared and Austin from scout camp... I'm looking forward to that long drive. |
