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Characters in the story are based off real people. Names have been changed to protect those individuals. Situations and events in the story are fictional, although some real events may be included. Some content may include violence and sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised.


It’s another late night at the office, Hardwood & Griffin Law Offices, and Dawn Perry, a paralegal, is stuck researching and typing up a deposition from an earlier case, that settled the day before. With the strict way her boss runs the office, and seldom approving overtime, Dawn knows that she needs to finish this deposition before the upcoming weekend, but for now she spends her Friday night with the computers. She looks down at her cell phone, located on the desk next to her, and sees an icon indicating that she has new voicemail. This kind of discovery surprises her since her phone has been with her all day long, and never vibrated or rang as if someone was calling or leaving her a voice message. Once she stopped typing halfway through her deposition, Dawn picked up her phone and entered her personal code to listen in on the mysterious voicemail. As she is waiting for the message to be replayed in her ear, her mind continues to race and rack through her mental contacts to discover who called her. Before she knew it, the voice message played in her ear and soon answered the mysterious notation.

(Voicemail Message)

“Hello. Good evening, Mrs. Perry. This is William Georgia, the attorney at law, in Birmingham, Vermont. We were looking on the internet on, and came across your qualifications, which met our requirements for becoming a court paralegal. If you would give us a call back at your earliest convenience, if you are interested, and we can discuss the opportunities that awaits your hire. I hope you enjoy your weekend, if I don’t hear back from you today. Bye.”

After hearing this message, which apparently came earlier during the day, shocked Dawn as she doesn’t remember applying for any new position; especially in Vermont. This gave her great pause and made her wonder if her name and contact information was being used for someone’s fraudulent gain, or was this an opportunity that she so much waited for that she can’t believe it’s real. Looking at her phone again and see that it is about ten minutes to ten at night, and regardless of how her boss may feel about it, she is calling it a night. Dawn makes her way through the office turning off all the lights, locking the main entrance glass doors and taking the elevator down to the parking garage. She exits the elevator on the second level, and sees that not many cars are still there as she can see her car all the way at the end of the level, in the very corner. Releasing a sigh, thinking to herself about that long walk across a practically empty garage, before she starts moving towards her parked car. Her heels are echoing through the garage with every step, and her eyes staring directly at her car thinking about her kids, dinner and what she will come home too.

Dawn was about ten feet from her car when she heard someone coming up behind her, as if they were running. Once she was able to stop and turn her head around to see who it was, she felt a hard strike across the left side of her face. This strike to her face caused her to fall forward, dropping her purse, car keys and other legal documents that fluttered under her car. Her assailant then grabbed her the hair, thinking they had the advantage, and began pulling her up to her feet. Both of her hands reached for the massive grip of her hair, giving her the painful feel of the roots being pulled out before being slammed up against her car face first. When the unknown assailant turned her around, by aggressively yanking on her shoulder, Dawn fiercely reached out and gave a hard palm strike to the suspect’s face, surprising him. Wasting no time for him to recover, Dawn kicks the assailant between the legs as hard as she could with anger and frustration in the strike, causing the suspect to drop to his knees harshly. The moaning and groaning of the assailant, with both of his hands holding himself, gave Dawn the power and adrenaline to continue her counter-attack.

Quickly she began to calm herself down, slowing down her breathing, while she notices that the suspect isn’t getting up. All she can see is the assailant still on his knees, sitting back on his heels and bent over at the waist, like seeing him in a sitting fetal position. Dawn released her fight posture and slowly walked towards him, straightening up her hair and fixing her clothes. She stops within inches of him, staring down at the back of his head, and then squats down in front of him using her hand to lift up his head. Dawn looks him straight in the eyes and whispers, “The weakness of man must be exposed and reformed, while the strength of the opposite sex rises.” She then use both of her hands, pushing him down to the ground before gathering up her personal belongings and paperwork. The thought of calling the police for what just happened ran through her mind, but her want and need to get home to her family was more important. Besides, she figured that the whimpered male learned his lesson, not caring about his current condition and left feeling exonerated.

Several minutes later, she arrived at home by pulling into her driveway next to her husband’s car. Dawn sat in her car for a few extra minutes, after turning the car off, and just pondered on what just happened and the voicemail message she received earlier. Once her thoughts were gathered and she stepped out of her car, she then noticed that all the lights in the house were turned off, not even the motion light in the front turned on while she approached. This obviously alarmed her senses, especially after just taking down a man who seemed twice her petite size. Her house key turned the lock and she then opened the door. Although no lights in the front of the house are on, she could see that the lights upstairs are on. The adrenaline started to wear off and made her body feel tired and nearly weak, but enough energy and strength to climb her many steps to the second floor. Dawn reached the second floor landing, took off her heels, and started walking around in her pantyhose feet on the new plush carpet installed few days ago.

Passing two of the children’s bedroom, she could hear her husband in the hallway bathroom talking to someone. She leans closer to the bathroom door and realized that he was on the phone with someone well after ten o’clock in the evening. The first impulse was to knock on the door, question her husband about who he was talking too and explain to him what happened. However, she began to rethink that notion since the marriage between her and Vincent, the husband, was on the way downhill ever since the cheating scandal at his job. Although no evidence was directly pointed at him for being the one involved in the cheating of students and faculty, his name came up numerous times being one of the coordinators and possibly having an affair. Dawn stood in the hallway staring at the door allowing her anger to build back up, but was quickly squashed when her son, Richard Wood, came out and called out to her. Richard’s announcement to his mother made Vincent pause in his conversation and end the phone call immediately. Just as she goes to pick up her son into her arms, the hallway bathroom door opens. Vincent steps out and sees the back of Dawn walking their son back to his room, at the end of the hall.

Hearing the bathroom down open, Dawn stops and turns around to face him. Her first words were to advised him that she was taking her son back to bed, and will be in their bed soon enough. Minutes later, after putting her son to bed, she walks into the master bedroom, where her husband is sitting up reading a novel. Dawn sits on the edge of the bed, removes her clothes and takes off her pantyhose leaving them on the floor next to her side of the bed. It wasn’t unusual to not tell each other goodnight and give each other kisses on the lips or cheek before settling in under the sheets. This was so normal that Vincent didn’t even break his concentration that was so deep into his novel. In the following morning, Dawn woke up with this massive headache and awesome soreness on her left upper cheek. She entered her master bathroom to check the mirror, and noticed a red, blue and black bruise in the same spot where she got hit. Obviously, this alarmed her because, not only would she be faced with questions from her husband, but her kids might get scared and think mom was part of a beating. Dawn knew that her kids knew that things between her and dad were not great, but never wanted them to feel not loved.

Nervous about the questions that would come at her, she entered the kitchen where Vincent was and first mentioned that she is fine. Vincent turned around from the sink to see what she was talking about, and took a deep breath in when he saw her left face injury. Of course, she stopped doing what he was doing and approached her to find out what happened. Reluctantly, she explained the situation to her husband finishing with her not calling the police. She didn’t expect his reaction to be so concerning that he would gather an ice pack and low-level pain medication for her. While she sits at the kitchen table holding the ice pack on her face, the house phone rings next to her. In pure instincts, Dawn picks up the phone and answers to whoever is on the other line. The morning conversation on the phone was quickly turned to sorrow when she heard that her grandfather, Wilbur Simms, on her mother side, had passed away the previous night. Even though she wasn’t that close to him, Dawn knew of her grandfather well enough that it did strike sadness in her heart. Unfortunate news didn’t get any better when she heard that her grandmother, Annette Simms, is having a hard time dealing with his death.

Vincent came back into the kitchen to check up on Dawn when he noticed tears running from her eyes. His first thought was that maybe the pain is so great that it causes her to shed tears, but she squandered that theory when she told him about the news she just received. The only sympathy he showed to her was placing his hand on top of her free hand on the kitchen table. Although this would be an awkward time to let him know, Dawn wanted to change the subject to something more positive.

DAWN: On the positive note of today, I am being offered a position, a court paralegal position in Birmingham, Vermont.

VINCENT: What? You want to think about that right now? We can discuss that later.

DAWN: I don’t want to discuss it later. I want to discuss it now. I need to give my answer and interest Monday morning.

VINCENT: When did this opportunity come about?

DAWN: The call came in yesterday. Voicemail message left that they saw my resume online. I know the law firm and they pay pretty well and can give the kids a better life.

VINCENT: A better life? So you just want to pick everything up and move further north, without thinking about our life down here?

DAWN: Our life? What life do we have here? Except for our kids having friends and other family members here nearby, our life, together, has been non-existent for months now.

VINCENT: So you think moving away from Pittsburgh will give everyone a better life? We don’t know anyone up there? Would the kids adjust to the move? Make new friends?

DAWN: Vincent. I haven’t even spoke to the court staff yet, and I don’t even know if I will even take it, for those reasons. At the same time we need to think better of our situation and what would be best.

VINCENT: This is something that I don’t think you should be considering right now. You need to think about the kids here.

DAWN: Right now? Think about the kids? Stands up removing the ice pack from her face. You selfish bastard! This has nothing to do with the kids. For some reason this is about you and your wants and needs. Isn’t it?

VINCENT: Dawn? Listen to me…

DAWN: I don’t want to hear it Vincent. I’m going back to the bedroom. No thanks for breakfast. I’ll manage myself.

Later that same day, Dawn had gone out to do some grocery shopping at a nearby grocery store. On her way home, she started to feel the migraine coming again and remembered that she didn’t take her anxiety medication earlier after her small confrontation with Vincent. She arrives home and brings in all the bags herself and start wondering where everyone is, since the lights downstairs were left on. Dawn puts the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and stays quite to see if she could hear anyone moving or walking around. Hearing no one walking around, she gets curious and begins to walk upstairs to look for her kids in their rooms, which were empty. However, she noticed that her bedroom door was closed and could see the bedroom light shining through the bottom of the door. Walking up to the door, she turns the knob and walks in on her husband in mid-stroke on top of another woman in her bed. This obviously shocks and enrages her to the very soul she has inside her. Dawn stands there at the bedroom door, staring at both her husband and the naked mysterious woman, figuring out the proper reaction to the situation she is facing.

End of Chapter I

Next Posting (Chapter II) – May 25, 2015 @ 1800hrs.

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Story 4

Last week’s post was about how a young female college student took her own life too soon for whatever reason, but I also mentioned that seeing her was not my first lifeless body. This story that occurred to me while on midnight shift was not my first dead body, but it was however my first time attempting CPR on someone who was literally dying in front of me. Unfortunately, no witnesses were available for this incident, but this incident at the same time could have been avoided by just calling the police to intervene much sooner. We get calls for everything else and everyone being suspicious for whatever reason that is given, but as you read this story you may get angry as to why they didn’t call the police sooner. I can’t remember the answer I was given by the two witnesses I interviewed, but I do remember feeling somewhat angry and disturbed that his actions, which were described to me in detail, were not considered to be abnormal. I apologize if this gets under your skin as it did me during this time of the incident.

Once again I was working the midnight shift, as you can probably see a trend here with my working hours, jaw-jacking with one of my fellow officers, who is now working in Texas, outside of our old police station in a parking lot. I believe the call came out at exactly 0230hrs, when the officer I was talking too was due to get off, when I was dispatched to respond on campus to a parking garage entrance with a male having a seizure. Obviously, I’m thinking I need to get there as quick as possible see the full scale of the situation, and who is this person having this episode. Well, I am only a few minutes away from the scene and continue to fly down U.S. Route 1 and then on to campus, where traffic is very light and basically no pedestrians to be seen. I call out to dispatch to tell them that I had arrived on scene, but also at the same time another officer arrived on scene, who also works as an EMT for the College Park Fire Department. He gets to the male patient first and immediately checks on him as I am exiting my patrol vehicle.

Before I could get even close to assist on the patient, the other officer yells at me to get my medical bag because we could have a crime scene present. This made me jump my adrenaline another notch or two as I am trying to get myself to save a life. When I ran over with the medical bag, my partner changed positions and left me with the duty to give compressions and check for pulse. At first, with this being my first time actually doing CPR on someone to save their life, my thoughts are running a million miles a minute, but quickly calmed myself down when my thoughts went to my tour experience over Afghanistan months prior. My heartbeat finally started to slow down and my thoughts slowed down enough for me to focus properly on what I was doing. Trying to save a life. When I first checked the wrist of the patient, he had a very slow and fading heartbeat, and his head was turned in my direction with his eyes halfway closed; as if he was looking directly at me or maybe I was his last sight on this earth. Only God knows that answer and I can only hope he passed away knowing we tried to help him.

I knew when I first started doing chest compressions, which we may be doing this with no successful result, but I was determined to do the best we possibly can to save him. Unfortunately, we were not able to save his life and by the time the ambulance crew arrived on scene, which seemed like an eternity, I saw the AED used for the first time on a real person. By that time he had no pulse for several minutes, and when they removed his body you could see parts of his brain on the cement, and his wrist watch exploded into three pieces. After hours of life saving measures, which it felt like for hours, the patient was removed by the ambulance and taken to the hospital. Several other officers, who responded to the scene after we did or maybe after the ambulance, began to check the top garage level to see if he was pushed or maybe shot and fell over the ledge. Scrummaging around the crime scene for any clues was a negative. One of our detectives, who was on call that evening, started their investigation right away and couldn’t see anything initially to what made him possibly commit suicide. Personally after the incident I felt like I was doing okay and didn’t have any nightmares later that night.

After doing our canvass of the outside of the garage and the grounds, my interview of the witnesses near the scene began. In interviewing these witnesses, two of them to be exact, saw the patient/victim at least a couple of hours ago in the computer WAM Lab, which is located on the ground floor of the garage of where we responded. While speaking to one of the witnesses, it was stated to me that everyone in the lab saw him acting strangely, playing with the water coming out of the water fountain, lying on his back with his feet on the wall next to the water fountain, talking to himself the entire time, and doing all other abnormal things that would cause a reasonable person to believe that something is not right with this person. I do believe the interview lasted for about nearly 45 minutes to an hour on scene, and I left the interview feeling frustrated and pissed at those two for not calling the police, which was on their mind prior to him jumping to his death. When he jumped off the top level of the garage, which is about four stories tall, he landed on his back with the back of his head bouncing off the concrete, obviously splitting it open. There is cameras all over the garage, and enough to see the entire top level, where he possibly came from and neither of the cameras caught him walking on the ledge, but did catch him on the top level at some point.

It would appear that we had lost another young man to the selfish act of committing suicide, but then again I don’t know if he suffered any mental issues that has been plaguing him for a long time, or something else. He had good grades and would talk to his family and friends with no indication that he wanted to hurt himself or others. It was definitely a sad scene to be a part of and this didn’t help get rid of the stigma I started to gain in acceptance of death no matter what call I go on, especially on welfare checks. I don’t want to sound cold like I didn’t have heart by not being too bothered it, but dealing with death for me is something I know is part of life and will happen, so I suppose it is something I have accepted more than I realize. At times nowadays I still think about all the deceased people I have dealt with and the incidents I dealt with them in, and that lets me know I will probably never forget them as long as I live. So far since that incident I have not had to use my CPR for anyone, on the job or at home. I still have many years to give in this profession, hopefully, and as time goes on and more tension builds between citizens and police officers, I’m pretty sure more stories will be coming your way from the Green Mountain State very soon. For now, remember what I mentioned before about paying attention to your loved ones, but also in that same statement you never know what a person might be thinking. So the treatment of someone can be very helpful and hurtful. You don’t want to be the person responsible for someone’s death because you treated them badly.

Henry Scott

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I May 20, 2015
II May 25, 2015
III May 30, 2015

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Story 3

One of the most dangerous calls a police officer can go on is a domestic violence call. Not so much of the unknown danger behind the door, but also because the spouse that called the police usually or sometimes get a change of heart and want to fight police for attempting or actually arresting their significant other. This can sometimes lead to a double arrest of the other spouse as well, but sometimes the other spouse may get a reprieve only because they are so emotional, and the situation is very delicate and sensitive. I think one of the saddest calls that a police officer can go on is of a suicide scene that involves a young person or college student, who felt like there was no other way to escape the situation but to end their own life. This is exactly what happened from my point of view, although our detectives investigated the case, I am not sure what the underlying causes were, but either way another young, college student ended their life over not wanting to disappoint her family appeared.

Again, on the evening shift, but it wasn’t too long after we had begun our shift. I say it was probably somewhere between 1800-1900hrs, when the call came out over the radio, directly to me, that a female student has attempted to harm herself by cutting her wrists. Originally, hearing that call, I am expecting to see massive amounts of blood all over the floor, maybe the sheets, the cutting instrument and maybe a friend by her side freaking out. I was told that fireboard (ambulance) is on the way and that incident is in a room inside a dorm somewhere near the top floors. On my way there to the call traveling at high speeds with my lights and siren activated, I am going over in my head of what will I do if I see certain things in the room, if she’s passed out or whatever I could think of that I could possibly face at the scene when I get there. Well, I may have gotten at the dorm within minutes after the call, and followed other students into the building, who had no clue of why I was there. One of the student desk attendants confirmed with me of what floor the call was originally for as I entered the elevator. I had to be on the elevator with at least three other people, who had no clue of why I was there still.

As the elevator doors opened, one of the three people went right and the other two went left. I initially went right in searching for the room on the floor I am on, but realized I was going the wrong way. So I turned around quickly, passed the elevators and went through a set of double doors in front of me. Immediately, after going through the double doors, I saw two female’s standing in the middle of the hallway in tears and consoling each other. One of them saw me and pointed into the room of where she was and I entered the room. As I rounded the corner of the door and entered, it was nothing that I was prepared for and a different scene other that what was described over the radio. The first thing I noticed was a raised bed, with a dresser underneath and a girl hanging from underneath the bed frame. As I entered further into the bedroom, I saw another female in the room, also in tears, and I had to tell her to exit the room and close the door from anyone else viewing the scene. Other officers arrived on scene, as well as fireboard, while I was in the room trying to make sense of it. Trying not to touch anything in the room, I noticed her suicide note on her desk, and by only reading the first few lines it mentioned something about disappointment and family.

While continuing to observe the scene, by reflex I ended up cutting the extremely tight scarf that was wrapped around her neck, and tied to the bed frame above her. Rigormortis had definitely set in, and her body had rested on her knees, and it took a while before gravity too affect. For some reason, I had called for the other officer to come upstairs with a medical bag not thinking at that moment that any medical attempts to her will be fruitless. From my observations of the scene, prior to the detectives being called, she was there for ten to twelve hours, with purple and blue all around her lips and face making it obvious that she was sadly no longer with us. Of course, the hard part was phoning her other two roommates, and telling them the news and informing them not to come back to school, and their room, for the remainder of the week. I might have been on the scene for at least two hours before I was told that I could leave it in the detective’s hands. From our initial investigation of the scene, we were not able to get a sense from anyone, who knew the victim, of why she would do this and how her attitude was prior to her roommates leaving the school.

This was not my first time seeing a lifeless body in my career there in Maryland, but that didn’t stop others from giving me the stigma that death follows me around on welfare checks and sick/injured person calls. More stories shall reveal what and how that stigma came about. Another young life was lost due to the pressures of either family, life, friends or who else knows besides her and God, but this tells you that when someone is bound to commit suicide, take their own life, you may not even see or notice the warning signs until it is too late to do anything about it. Pay attention to your loved ones and your friends, and hope they pay close attention to you as well. This was the second time that I was called to a suicide of a college student, and no one knew of anything that would cause the person to choose such drastic measures. We can say that they are selfish in only thinking of themselves, which I agree, but that won’t go very far with the hurting families and friends. Going to college, for most young adults, is very stressful and for most it is the first time away from home, and it could cause them to act all juvenile-ish or go into deep depression and homesick. If you have a daughter or son in college or going to college, please be aware of their needs and listen to them and be aware of any signs of issues and problems. You need to avoid situations like this in the future and make sure the road ahead is paved very well; not full of potholes where the axles finally give out.

Henry Scott

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This past weekend was a lot of fun! It had been a long while since I spent a Saturday morning/afternoon with people I work with, not necessarily co-workers. The name of our team for the Big Brother Big Sister Bowling Event was the “South Street Girls”. I was invited to bowl with them about two weeks ago, and raise at least $50 for myself, or $100 if my wife agreed to bowl with us, which she did! I was very happy to know that she was willing to do so, and add to the comradery of the team, and be inducted as an affiliate with the South Street Girls bowling team! We all had a blast bowling with each other, cracking jokes on each other and discover how we are outside of the work setting. My wife finally was able to put names to faces, and discover why I love these women so much and enjoy my interaction with them. Wonderful women to know and work with!

Although my wife and I got to the bowling alley late, we made it just in time to register and turn in our donations. However, I felt kind of crazy when the lady took our donations and asked what the name of our team is. Either I couldn’t remember or they didn’t tell me, but I gave out three names on the team, and the lady was all confused and perplexed. She finally admitted that she had no clue who I am bowling with and just put our donations and record chart to the side. Once that was done, we grabbed a purple bag each and met our team on lane 9. We never got the chance to do any practice bowling, my wife and I, as we had to get ourselves set up for the game, the one game that was played. It was six of us on one team, and although there were a few bowling pin trophies to claim, our team wanted the most important one, “Team Spirit Trophy”. A picture of the trophy will be posted at a later date, but it is a bowling pin dressed up with gold or bright yellow chicken feathers (probably fake feathers), painted blue, and yellow and has a pink heart in the middle. A team picture was taken with the trophy and another one was caught with me kissing it, like it was the “Big Game” trophy!

There was no team competition for the bowling event being held, but there was some in-team competition amongst us. Even though it had been a few years or may be less since I last bowled “competitively”, I was pretty pleased with my final score at a 141, using a house ball. A house ball, if you are not aware of the bowling term, means any of the bowling balls that are already there for your bowling pleasure, and is owned by the bowling alley. Years ago, I used to be part of a bowling league where my average scores soared around 200, but that was with my own personal ball. Just on my score alone, I was quite happy with it since it has been a long time and I was doing things with the ball that are not meant to happen with a house ball, which are just standard in design. The other women on the team were bowling and having fun, and then it came down to the final frame, where certain amount of pins could propel one over the other. I can’t remember the exact score of everyone else, but I do know my wife came in third out of six bowlers on the team. She would tell you she is not a great bowler, and will tell you she married into a family full of professional bowlers, but she did very well and I was very proud of how she finished.

A few of us were supposed to go out to lunch afterwards, but plans changed to where it was just me and my wife. On the way home, we stopped at this deli place right off the main route, the same one I take to work every morning, to fulfill my curiosity of the place. I always saw an advertisement of the maple pulled pork sandwich and wanted to try it, and boy I’m glad I did!! Although, I couldn’t finish the sandwich all in one sitting, it was very sweet and juicy, and did my best not to spill any on my clothes and my tan interior of my truck. Once we recovered from the food orgasm we both experienced in the truck, outside in the parking lot, we finally headed home talking about our fun experience and good time at the bowling alley. All in all, the women who have only known my wife through my words and through her blog identity, now have met her in person and love her, explained she is a lot of fun and would love to get together once again. I definitely agree with that statement, and would love to have another gathering with them all over again! Fun times indeed!! Go South Street Girls!!!

Henry Scott

EXTRA NOTE: My wife has shown, once again by example, that even with lupus and esophagus issues still on the forefront, you can still enjoy yourself and have fun as life goes on! You do your best to overcome or deal with the disease you are given, but just because you were given it, doesn’t mean it controls you.