Sitting in my sister's apartment in Ft. Smith, AK. Twelve hours ago I was working through my third cup of coffee and beginning to worry that my cigarettes were disappearing at an alarming rate. Twelve hours from now I'll sit in a chair as my little sister explains what happened to her over the weekend. Her brother, her real brother, is stalking her. Hacked phone, hacked computer, and a series of disturbing text messages now deleted because he got to her this weekend. Don't know where he is, but he's in town.
So both of my sisters are freaked. I get the call today and it's the first I've heard about it. Couple of hours later I'm in the car for a four hour drive. Had to bring a pistol along for my older sister to keep. A little .22, nothing serious. They're both so exhausted and distraught. Driving up here was the only sensible thing to do. I have people I need to talk to; RAs, my little sister's roommates, the police. And I have plans to make for disrupting his campaign of hate.
Problem is though while I might not have any qualms about physical violence both my sisters do. Not that they can't fight but they really don't have it in them. They're afraid of violence. I am too, especially knowing my own strength. Can't let that stop me though. Still, I live, work and play in Dallas. I can't stay in Ft. Smith. All I really can do is work on beating this fucker at his own game. Take away his ability to terrorize my sisters. Force him into the open. Make him act in public, with witnesses. Until then, I have no proof to justify a sorely needed beating.
I don't know why but my older sister said what I did today was a very Dad thing to do. I don't think I did very much. Only what was reasonable. It pisses me off that I can't get my hands on this fucker. I don't want him dead. I want him alive with a lifetime of pain. I want to break him. I want to torture him, take apart his mind, eat his soul. I want him to know nothing but anguish for the rest of his life. And I'm willing to take responsibility for those actions. All I need is to know where he is.
So both of my sisters are freaked. I get the call today and it's the first I've heard about it. Couple of hours later I'm in the car for a four hour drive. Had to bring a pistol along for my older sister to keep. A little .22, nothing serious. They're both so exhausted and distraught. Driving up here was the only sensible thing to do. I have people I need to talk to; RAs, my little sister's roommates, the police. And I have plans to make for disrupting his campaign of hate.
Problem is though while I might not have any qualms about physical violence both my sisters do. Not that they can't fight but they really don't have it in them. They're afraid of violence. I am too, especially knowing my own strength. Can't let that stop me though. Still, I live, work and play in Dallas. I can't stay in Ft. Smith. All I really can do is work on beating this fucker at his own game. Take away his ability to terrorize my sisters. Force him into the open. Make him act in public, with witnesses. Until then, I have no proof to justify a sorely needed beating.
I don't know why but my older sister said what I did today was a very Dad thing to do. I don't think I did very much. Only what was reasonable. It pisses me off that I can't get my hands on this fucker. I don't want him dead. I want him alive with a lifetime of pain. I want to break him. I want to torture him, take apart his mind, eat his soul. I want him to know nothing but anguish for the rest of his life. And I'm willing to take responsibility for those actions. All I need is to know where he is.
kurtie:
Be safe. Be strong for your sisters.