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THE FOLD
BY
T. STYLES
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PROLOGUE
CRESCENT FALLS
THE PAST
They sat mostly in darkness.
And funk.
The odor, resembling death, hung in the air, penetrating everything breathable, including the dirty sheets.
Their unbounded wrists were still raw from leather handcuffs that recently tied them to beds. Although no longer hooked to the mattresses like criminals, they were far from free
.
“Something’s wrong,” Courtney whispered as she paced the cool floor within a room that held twenty bunks. Her shoulder length hair so matted it resembled dreadlocks. “Why haven’t they been feeding us? Have they forgotten about us? Have they—”
“Shut the fuck up!” A harsh voice called out across the room. “The last thing we want them to do is come back now.” Giovanna rubbed her sunken eyes and looked crazily around. “Just…just shut up before you make shit worse! I can’t deal with you right now.” She placed her hands on her ears, Courtney’s voice too irritating to be heard for a long time.
Courtney slapped a hand over her lips but it did her no good. She was horrified. “We gonna die,” Courtney continued. “And I don’t wanna…I don’t wanna go like this.” She paused only to rub her throat until it was almost raw. “And the thirst is…is killing me. I just want one sip of water.”
Laverne, another patient said, “Maybe you should…um—”
“No!” Giovanna yelled as she gazed across the room at Laverne who had taken to drinking her own urine to fight thirst. “We aren’t like you. We will never go that far.”
Laverne laughed at the foolish women. Unlike the others she had done many things to live, including poking herself with needles and drinking her own blood for protein. So she could care less what they said, in her mind she was a survivor. “Of course you’re not like me.” She nodded. “Not yet anyway, but if we stay here much longer you will be.”
Suddenly the doors flew open and other patients who wore blue hospital gowns just like the girls, with no shoes, were pushed inside.
“Men aren’t supposed to be in here!” Giovanna yelled. Before she could dispute further, the orderlies who brought them inside slammed the doors shut before locking the latch. And once again, just like that, they were submerged in partial darkness.
“You aren’t supposed to be here!” Giovanna repeated to the skinniest one, her long finger wagging his way. “Especially with what’s been going on. I don’t feel safe.”
Morton gave a deep ugly laugh. “That’s why we’re here. Because of what’s going on. If anything I should be blaming you bitches for all of this.”
“Us?” Giovanna pointed at herself. “You don’t even know me.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Some of us were raped and—”
“I hear all that but we didn’t fuckin’ rape you!” Lewis, one of the three yelled. “They put us in here because we didn’t like what we saw.” He pointed at the floor. Unlike the others, he was virtually skin and bones with braids so bushy you couldn’t see the rows.
“And ‘cause we wouldn’t participate,” Morton added. He was so tall the others had to look up at him. “Now I wish I did get a little bit of pussy from one of these bitches in this place. Maybe I wouldn’t be in whatever this shit is.”
“So…you knew?” Courtney asked, jaw trembling. “About what they did to us?”
“Ain’t you listening? Everybody knows,” Lewis responded, moving like a man suddenly on a mission. “Which is why we getting outta here. Shit getting too thick.” He rushed away from them and between two twin beds where a window sat in the middle. Trying to escape he pushed and pulled at the pane but it wouldn’t give. “Fuck!” He yelled. “They ain’t trying to let us go!”
“That’s ‘cause we ain’t meant to get let go,” Laverne said, her lips still wet with her own urine. “We meant to starve and then die.”
They all looked at one another, their expressions a soft shade of currant due to the moonlight shining through the purple tinted windowpanes.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Courtney yelled, placing her hands on the sides of her head. “I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna fucking die!” She was repeating her madness and losing whatever sanity she possessed.
While simultaneously irritating the fuck out of everybody.
Afraid she was about to make matters worse, Lewis rushed up to her. “I’m not about to let you fuck up my plans!” He yelled. “So I suggest you calm down before I smash your jaw until it’s sand. I’ve done it before.”
He took a step closer and Giovanna blocked him with her body. But Lewis remained standing, watching as if he was prepared to kill Courtney and Giovanna second. With wild darting eyes, for some reason Lewis took a deep breath and walked away. Maybe he wouldn’t kill her. For the moment anyway.
“They were in their offices, thinking about the best way to deal with us,” Morton interjected. “So fighting with each other ain’t helping.” He paused. “Has anybody stopped to wonder why we got separated from the rest of the patients?”
“’Cause we the best of the worst,” Laverne added, walking toward the others. “If I had to pick a place to start it would be there.”
Silence.
“And we remember more than most too. Still got most of our brain cells. Eight percent of everybody else in Crescent has had them fried.” She continued, clearing her throat. “At least that’s what I think.”
Morton paced. “We have to—
Suddenly the door opened again and three more men were shoved inside. Like the others, all were wearing blue hospital gowns and hadn’t eaten in days. With the new additions to the room, they now made twenty-three.
The doors closed again abruptly.
“FUCK YOU!” Porter yelled, banging on the closed door. “Fuck all of you!” When it was obvious the orderlies were gone, and that his rage was misplaced, he turned around and looked at everyone. “Fuck going on?” He waited for an answer. “Why they push us in here with females?”
“I’ll tell you what’s going on. They are trying to clean up what they did to us.” She paused. “It was two of them at first,” Courtney said out of nowhere, her eyes looking at nothing in particular. “They would come into the room and say they were taking me to treatment. But they never did.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. One by one they fucked me in every available space on my body. Leaving me with their fluids that would crust in the morning because I was locked to the bed and wasn’t able to wash myself.” She sighed. “Guess they liked what they were doing ‘cause they would come back night after night, like I was a carnival ride, sometimes bringing three or four more at a time.”
Morton walked away, his fingers pushing through his thick black hair. “Look, I’m…I’m…” An apology couldn’t fully leave his lips because as far as he was concerned it wasn’t his fault. “I get what happened to you. But why all this? I feel like they know something we don’t.”
“And where that new doctor?” Lewis asked. “The one who been asking questions about how they been treating us?”
“Even if he still here I heard they ‘bout to fire him.” Laverne shrugged. “Apparently he give a fuck too much and they prefer people like that gone in Crescent.”
“Wow.” Giovanna shook her head. “All this during Christmas.”
“These people don’t care about the holidays,” Laverne said. “They want blood and for us to remain silent. Forever. I heard from Vivica that the doc was threatening to go to the police. And the press about the rapes.” She paused. “I don’t even know why that doctor works here. I hear he’s rich.”
“So what’s—”
Again…the door opened.
And this time its visitors brought with them the threat of death.
PRESENT DAY
CHAPTER ONE
FARAH
“I can tell you’ve thought about me. A lot. It’s all in your eyes.”
Cutie Tudy, aka Tudy Ranger, had sent her foster mother on a hunt for a woman Melinda was sure didn’t exist.
The infamous Farah Cotton.
So to appease the young girl, Melinda was set on proving the girl wrong.
Cutie sat in the back of Jones’s car, a friend of her foster mother Melinda, who drove so slowly a woman pushing a baby carriage would’ve gotten to their destination faster. As they continued up the main road and along a private tree lined street, Jones looked back at Cutie and then Melinda. He didn’t feel like go
ing anywhere, definitely not to a place unknown.
When the car parked the property seemed larger than they expected and somewhat horrific. Without even knocking on the door, Melinda was already in fear of her and Cutie’s lives. Why had she allowed a child to talk her into hunting for a ghost? A figment of her imagination?
Afraid for her foster child’s well being, Melinda looked at her in the backseat and said, “Cutie, I don’t know about this.” She gazed at an address in a phonebook, which she’d taken from her foster daughter earlier. The numbers on the gate matched which appeared to give a signal that they were in the right place. “This doesn’t seem real.”
“I don’t care if it is or not,” Jones interjected. “At this point I’ve been driving you both around for hours. A shot of pussy not gonna be nearly enough for this fare.” He pointed downward.
“You talk that shit when we get back to the house,” Melinda said grabbing at his crotch, stroking it gently, and calming him down instantly. “I bet you’ll be singing a whole new tune then.”
Cutie was annoyed with them both. “Can you go to the intercom thing at the gate, ma?” Cutie asked with wide eyes. “Please?”
Melinda tilted her head. “Oh now I’m ma?” In the past Cutie made it known that she was not her real mother, despite the child being in her care. Suddenly, when she wanted something she was all the rage again. It was very suspicious.