Not To Be Trusted
Part 6 of the Judy Tomaini Rock Series
Jeanie continued to be with Lizzie
Weeks, since she was a minor, she had no control over where and
who she lived with.
The legal age was 21 back then and she was pretty much at the
mercy of Lizzie.
The food games continued for a while but Lizzie tired of that
torture when she found she was not getting to Jeanie any more with
it. The isolation continued, for the rest of the time she was with
Lizzie. Jeanie couldn't
have friends and the threat of death followed her if she dared to
go out anywhere. Around this time is when she hired a bodyguard
for her. She was getting much more popular with the young men that
came to the show. She was very pretty with her natural curly dark
hair and gray/blue eyes. Her personality shown through even at
that early age and she was loved by all that knew her.
Lizzie was always afraid that someone would steal Jeanie away from
her. So she searched for a young man that could carry Jeanie up
the stairs and always be close. She could not have much contact
with outsiders as her popularity soared she would be mobbed when
she left her stage. So while she was performing the bodyguard
would walk around the museum and enjoy the acts of the others.
Jeanie never liked this man and dreaded the walk home to the hotel
and having him carrier her up the stairs.
She would have chills whenever he was around, she wasn't sure why
but there was just something she couldn't put her finger on. He
was always on his best behavior and never complained about
anything. Lizzie on the other hand started to see him through
different eyes and they would make a great couple. They started to
go out to dinner, the three of them. The more upset Jeanie got she
would lay awake at night and pray for him to be gone. He was
always the perfect gentleman but knew Jeanie didn't care for him
at all. He was very attractive with his wavy black hair and
startling blue eyes, but to Jeanie there was just something
about him that was not right.
Lizzie signed up with a tent show and they left the museum and
went back to the dirty lots and the living under the stage. This
didn't last too long as she had been spoiled by the clean museum
and hotel. So after a few months of roughing it back they went.
The crowds never seemed to shrink every show was packed. To get
them in and out quicker they just shortened the acts. The bad
thing was that there would be more
shows. Jeanie had the nagging beginnings of shoulder pain, since
she used her arms as legs, the chance to rest wouldn't come for
many years. She never let on that she was having so much pain.
Lizzie would have surely made her go up and down the steps without
being carried, as she had done once when Jeanie did complain about
her shoulder hurting her. Lizzie told her that she would have to
walk up the stairs on her own, to work it out. She still had to
tolerate the bodyguard carrying her up and down the stairs. If it
was raining or snowing, he would carry her right to the museum.
Jeanie still had this cold feeling when he carried her and even in
her later years she never said what his name was. Many times when
she passed on stories, she was pretty vague about the time on the
road with Lizzie Weeks. She did say that she was so thankful for
God in her life. Many times she would pray for death rather than
have to spend the time with the Weeks family.
She loved the show itself, it was just having to go home she
hated. She felt death was the only way she would ever get away
from Lizzie. As Jeanie grew older she had friends in the show and
would on occasion go out with them, her bodyguard in tow. Lizzie
paid him well to watch over her. He never once said or did
anything to make anyone think he was anything but the very nice
looking bodyguard of Jeanie Weeks. He slept on the couch in the
hotel room and one day he was not there when they got up to go to
work. Jeanie had to go down the steps on her own then walk to work
and work all day and half the night then walk home and up the
stairs. She would collapse in her bed or sometimes just stretch
out on the floor too tired to get into her the bed. This was a 7
day a week job 16 to 18 hours a day, depending on the amount of
people waiting with a ticket in hand.
A few days after he disappeared the truth came out about the
bodyguard, in the form of a police officer, with a photo in hand.
This man who remains unnamed was the one who they were looking
for. He had escaped from a mental institution and had murdered
several people, but that is all I was told. No wonder Jeanie had a
cold foreboding feeling when he was around her. She had always
just known things before they happened and if she didn't like
someone they knew it. They were few and far between though as she
everyone. Her family knew her knack for seeing the future and
being able to size up someone. Even when others never suspected
there was anything bad about them, just like Mr. Bodyguard.
Jeanie had settled in with Lizzie and her family. It looked like
she was going to be there for a long time so she would just make
the best of it and play the mind games. She was even allowed to
have friends among the other performers. So she spent as much time
visiting as she could and in doing so she was earning the trust of
Her husband Gene was a big old hayseed farmer and talked and
walked almost in reverse. He was very kind to Jeanie and made up
for some of the evil that came from Lizzie. They had a son who was
their only child and he was spoiled rotten. That boy had
everything that Jeanie didn't have. She was the one that was
supporting the whole family. She did get to ride his pony a couple
of times as horses were her one love in life. She could sit for
hours and just brush them. Later in her life she would fulfill
that dream with ponies of her own. She loved to feel them, to
smell them, and was never afraid of being stepped on and she never
was. She had a gentleness about her that all creatures understood,
even the people she came in contact with. She had a glow about her
and it was very powerful as if she had been touched by God
himself. It was something you could not explain, you had to
experience it for yourself. She could never understand why so many
people wanted to just share space and conversation with her. But
she in a way was like Princess Diana, as she was loved by all that
knew her and could feel her strength across the miles. She lived
this time in hell as she called it, but said for years after that
it had just made her a better person. Soon she would realize there
was a big new world out there for her.
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