Breathing Nightmare

Breathing Nightmare

Chapter 2

Most of us hadn’t slept in two days now but in the morning we heard news that the swelling in Mallorys brain had gone down a fraction, we held out much hope this would be the start of a holiday miracle, and as Matt and I reached the landing the crowd had dispersed.

Apparently the hospital had no choice but to move the still growing crowd outside, so we delivered the news on the steps of the hospital, this time no way to dodge the news people. As more news poured in we found there was a hero in our midst, Devon Shaw, who chased down Morua that night. He had actually lost his father to a drunk driver and was bound and determined he would find this man and bring him to justice.

He had ran him down on foot, Morua had parked in an abandoned lot behind a factory and Devon blocked the driveway with his body as his girlfriend called the police. Morua was arrested right there. Matt hugged him like a long lost brother, but in that moment, Devon was much, much more than that.

December 9th was Matt’s birthday and the good news was fading, sunrise brought hope and sunset brought dismal news. On his birthday we started hearing stories about the action Capps and company were up to. Her top aide, Molly Culver, had falsified veteran records and presented them to the police department in hopes Morua could be discharged and moved to a sober house in Orange County. This was a federal crime yet she never served a minute.

By this time Capps had gone mute and couldn’t even be found by journalists to answer any questions. This local news had now spread and taken on national prime time, but Capps was AWOL. I had always known, to a slight degree, how dirty politics and politician’s were, but this was simply insane and taken to a level I couldn’t even imagine.

Capps was told to be the second highest ranking member of Congress from California, behind, you guessed it, Nancy Pelosi. The news and film people were shouting questions from all directions so Matt and I ducked back into the sanctuary of the hospital.

I remember asking Matt well past eleven that night if he wanted a hit of weed, his answer still gives me chills “ I don’t want to be in my own head”, and I knew exactly what he meant.

By this time my kids were making daily trips to and from Orange County bringing supplies for all of us. Melissa had flown in from Idaho, mom was making the trips up daily and Rob was flying in from New York.

On the tenth I was going on four days of no sleep but the hospital had rooms for families in our situation and though it was directly on the other side of the hospital, it was two in the morning and the family rock had been chipped to pieces. Matt had gone there the night before but I was so out of it I couldn’t find my mouth with a fork and spoon.

A very kind nurse led me to the building and a bed never looked so inviting, but unfortunately Matt had left the heater on high and the room was roasting, windows were painted shut, fuck me, I couldn’t catch a break. I sprawled on the bed and sweated for a few hours, then showered and headed back.

I was outside having a cigarette when my ex Patty showed up, now it was her turn to be the rock, as I fell in her arms crying so hard it scared her. I had yet to share a tear, but her being there allowed me the chance, and I took it.

More to come, but if anyone wants to read about all the dirty, creepy details, a well known investigative journalist named Peter Lance published a novel on it. To get more information google The Santa Barbara Press, Mallory Dies and you’ll see his posting.

This I now realize has been good for me, to know people are out there that care about this travesty.

My love to you all!

Crack Egg Out