Our first week at home as husband & wife was going perfectly. It was Friday evening and we were planning to visit Kevin's family and drop-off some souveniers from Hawaii, before going to our favorite restaurant, for a couple gourmet burgers.
It was a wonderful visit with his family, but time passed quickly and we told them we needed to be going. As we headed toward the door to leave, Kevin stopped and told a joke he heard at work. I thought the joke was more vulgar than funny, so I gave a brief smile when he finished, and we left for dinner.
We were seated at a table for two, and our server arrived quickly to take our orders. After the server left our table, Kevin looked at me and said, "I'll be right back." I said, "okay" as he swiftly pushed his chair in and walked out of the restaurant into the mall area. I wondered if he was looking for a rose or something sweet to bring back to me.
I waited and waited. The server said he would hold our food until Kevin returned. Almost 20 minutes passed when I finally saw Kevin walking towards our table. He had a serious look on his face, and I didn't see anything in his hands. He was barely seated when he glared at me and, in a hateful tone, said, "If you loved me, you would have asked where I was going!"
I just looked at him for a moment, wondering what he was talking about. He started getting louder and more hateful as he continued to complain.
"You didn't ask where I was going and you didn't even laugh at my joke!"
When I asked what he was talking about, he loudly exclaimed, "The joke at my parents house! The joke that perfect little Kimi didn't think was funny!"
As the server approached our table, he simply turned around and headed back to the kitchen with our food. People were starting to stare; Kevin was getting louder and more furious by the moment. I couldn't stop the tears, as they streamed down my face. The man I loved was talking to me as if he hated me.
We left the restaurant without eating, and I was wishing we hadn't driven Kevin's car. He sped out of the parking lot and took off onto back roads that I was unfamiliar with. He continued to scream at me and tell me that he couldn't be perfect. I had no idea what was wrong with him. As he hit speeds of 90 miles an hour, I tried to brace myself; the car was barely making some of the curves. I begged him to stop, but he just kept yelling that he was an embarrassment and couldn't do anything right. He continued to complain that I hadn't laughed at his joke.
"Please!" I cried, "Please just tell it again and I'll laugh this time!"
He said it was too late.
He was not the man I married. I was still trying to forget what he had done to me on our honeymoon, and now this. Finally, he turned onto a road I recognized and I knew he was headed home. The car flew up the driveway, with brakes screeching as he stopped in front of the porch. The car had barely stopped when he raced to my side of the car, grabbed my arm, and yanked me out. I didn't know what he was going to do to me, and no one could hear me if I screamed. He released his grip on my arm long enough to unlock the front door. As he dropped the keys back into his pocket, his hand slammmed into my back, knocking me through the doorway and onto the floor. I looked ahead at the doors leading to my bedroom and took off, trying to get away from him.
My faith was all I had at that point. I dropped to my knees in prayer, begging Jesus to help keep me safe. As I knelt beside the tub, Kevin entered the room, slamming the doors shut behind him, and started walking towards me.
It was as if I was in the middle of a horror movie. He hovered over top of me, almost snorting as he breathed. His head looked contorted as he bent over me; slimy, stringy saliva connected his top and bottom teeth.
I continued to pray as I heard a demonic-sounding voice coming out of him. His eyes were dark and cold as he screamed, "This Is It! This is what you married! Do you think your GOD can help you now?"
Immediately, I rose to my feet and got right in his face; I yelled back at him, "My GOD can help me Now or Anytime HE chooses!"
I barely had the words out of my mouth when the metal blinds on the bedroom doors began to shake, and both double doors flew open.
"See! He's here!" I shouted. "He's here now! So you better back down, Satan!"
A huge breeze blew through the room; Kevin suddenly covered his face with his hands and fell to the floor yelling, "No! No!"….
