wore the contaminated prophylactic. That was the last time she had engaged in
any type of sexual activity with him.
As
if her life wasn’t traumatic enough, now she had to deal with the realization
that her life expectancy had been dramatically altered. She would eventually die before reaching the
age of forty, because her body’s natural defence system, weakened by years of
physical abuse, mental anguish, coercion, emotional distress, was unable to
fight off the destructive advances of the disease. Therefore, she sought a way
to relieve the pain and suffering without having to undergo prolonged
treatments, hospital visits, the ingestion of drug cocktails, one prescription
drug upon another. Then there are attitude
changes and the dreadful loneliness that forced isolation demand you deal
with. The ignorance of those who attempt
to avoid you at all cost, as if you are an escapee from a leper colony or the
carrier of a contagious disease, just waiting to leap on everyone you come in
contact with or everything you touch. Stressful situations like these she desperately
wanted to elude. Only the thought of
suicide seemed to give her some sense of solace. All of her problems laid to
rest in a freshly dug grave, along with the battered shell that housed her
tormented soul. She also decided that if
she was going to make the ultimate sacrifice to facilitate her own demise, due
to circumstances thrust upon her because of someone’s else’s immoral behavior.
Then why should that foul, contaminated, degenerate pig of a husband, be allowed
to go on living his life. Free to corrupt and destroy those innocent women and
men whose only error in judgement, they failed to recognize a morally depraved
psychopath who want to jettison them into his mass grave of those victimized to fulfill the insatiable, sexual appetite of a demented madman. The actual number
of victims he had already sentenced to death or the desperate struggle to
survive, to avoid the reaper’s call to eternal darkness, was unknown.
However,
Francis believed his most despicable act of all; George tested positive after an
emergency room visit and the doctor who administered the test, informed him of
the results. He was deliberately spreading the virus, while claiming that
someone had unfairly condemned him to the life-threatening battle with aids, so
he was going to return the favor by transmitting it to as many of the poor bastards
as he could manipulate into his queen size bed.
If he was going to die, the deranged man vowed he was going to take enough people
to fill a dozen cruise ships to capacity, with him, and he did not give a dam
about age, race, sex, religious beliefs or political affiliation. This was what Francis hated about
him. That arrogance of living your life
recklessly and then blaming and punishing innocent people because you must
suffer the consequences of your own actions.
On many occasions, he beat her severely, because of his failure to
perform according to the standards he set forth. One day George received a reprimand at work,
so later that day when he returned home, he blamed Francis and then broke her
left arm. The car needed to be
maintenance. He procrastinated, failing to
perform the necessary repairs in a timely manner, as she suggested that he get
right on it, but he refused. When he needed the vehicle to start, so he could
drive forty-seven miles outside of the city to attend an important meeting, it failed
and she was responsible, so he fractured her skull. In addition, when she confronted him
concerning Dr. Granger’s diagnosis, he vehemently denied giving her the virus,
saying that she was the blame for giving it to him and that she deserved to die
a horrible death. Francis was appalled;
nothing infuriated her more than degenerate falsely accusing her of something
she had absolutely nothing to do with
