My My Little Prince

by Rod Lacy Rod Lacy

  Evon stared at Michelle and a tear dripped down her cheek, plowing a small furrow in her foundation. “You know it’s been a long time since that night when he finally left. He is not going to hurt us. He probably lives in another country by now. He probably even looks different. It has been so long! If he wanted to kill us he would have done it by now.”

  “Maybe so, Mom, but you never saw his eyes like I did. You ignored it; you ignored all of his evils until he destroyed us. Come on Mom, you and I both know he will be back.” She shuddered and pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped herself in it. “He told us the night he left he would be back. And you want me to smile and pretend everything is great? Ok, Mom, I will and when he returns and kills us then you will know I am right … he will return.”

  With tears flowing down her cheeks now Evon said, “Michelle, I never knew ... ”

  “Liar!” Michelle screamed, “you ‘never knew’. That is bull shit! You knew it then and you know it now. Nothing has changed. You live in your dream world and that’s the way it will always be. Mom, you are the reason I am crazy at times and the reason Sherine is the way she is. I want to kill everything some times and it is because of you.” She rolled down off the ratty couch onto the floor and pulled the blanket over her head.

  At that moment Spinner walked in. “Hey what are you two doing?” He took in the spectacle before him and he knew immediately what it was. “He called again didn’t he?”

  “Yes, Spinner, and he will kill us all!” Michelle shouted.

  “Not if I can help it,” Spinner sputtered.

  Michelle sat up and looked at Spinner, “I should have let you come over that night and kill him then.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the couch and wrapped herself up in him.

  Spinner looked back at Michelle and stroked her hair. He forced a small smile and told her, “Easy baby, we’ll figure it out. I’m not going to let anything happen to you! Hey, happy birthday Michelle; ... baby, listen, take it easy. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Come on baby, I won’t let anything happen to you! He's gone forever.”

  She flung his hand from hers and said, “Don't count on it. He is the devil and you cannot kill or get rid of the devil. He lives within us now Spinner!” He tried to hold her again but she slapped his arms away. “He is a killer! I just know he is and he will kill us. He told us that he would. You do not remember that fucking night! You did not hear him or see his face. I did! I know him and he knows that we could cause him problems. We are ‘loose ends’ … especially Sherine!

  “The freaky fuck! I hate him! That’s why he found us! And he will clear up any loose ends. Mom, not even you knew Smitty like we did. He is evil. Open your fucking eyes for a change. We need a plan.”

  After a few minutes of silence, Spinner told Michelle, “Hey, you are all still freaked out as if it was yesterday baby. Screw this guy!” Spinner turned toward Michelle with his back to Evon and said. “Fuck, screw your Mom too! She got what she deserved! But, you and Sherine do not deserve to live in constant fear. I wish she had paid attention and not let that monster into your lives.”

  Evon jumped up. She stomped her foot. “Well! I ... well I never ... Oh!” and she turned and ran out of the room, slamming as many doors as she could find.

  Spinner chuckled and turned back to Michelle. “Well, what about Sherine?” he asked.

  “What about her?”

  “Have you talked to her?”

  “About what?”

  “You know, about living with us, she would be calmer with us.”

  “Oh, yeah, ... yeah, she does. She wants to come and stay with us.”

  “What does your mom say about that?”

  “Ha! Mom pretends that Sherine is normal and that it’s just something she needs to get over. She does not admit that someone is calling her and frightening Sherine. Poor Sherine does not need this in her life. She has never had a minute of normalcy in her life. It is not fair for her. She will probably never get over Smitty. She does not talk about it ... ever!” Michelle climbed back up on the couch and rolled up in the blanket again.

  “She gets the calls but whomever it is always blocks the caller ID and only says “loose ends.” They call at different times too. It’s as if he’s just trying to make sure we know that he’s still there. I know it is Smitty. Mom pretends it’s not.”

  Spinner said to Michelle quietly as he pulled her up off the couch and gently cradled her, “Sherine is capable of almost anything. We both know that. There is no way for your mom to control her now. She actually believes that she’s normal and that everyone else is crazy. She tells me that she hates living with your mom.

  “Somehow your mom blames Sherine for most of it and has the balls to tell Sherine that she needs to get over it. That makes Sherine go hide within herself It is so sad to see her like that.” He wrapped his arms more tightly around her. Her body was still wooden. “

  Sherine tells me of the men her mother brings home now. He snorted derisively, “usually she’s posing in some mirror when she tells me that. Every time your mom brings home a new boyfriend Sherine sinks back into herself. She says she wants to kill your mother one moment and then the next she smiles and says she loves her. She is so sweet and so confused. She needs to get away from your mom before she really does kill her or really goes crazy. We both know that she quit school and now she sneaks out all the time. Who know what she does.”

  Michelle said, “Yea, yea, I know. I have been thinking that I should just tell mom that she is coming to live with us. She is old enough now, seventeen; the age I was when you came and got me and look at us. She tells me that she hates men but that she knows how to get any of the boys in the neighbourhood to do whatever she wants. She is very pretty now, and she knows it.”

  “Sounds like you,” Spinner smiled.

  “Screw you Spinner, all I ever wanted was you. I did those others to make you jealous.”

  He smiled again at her and said, “It worked.”

  She laughed and punched him on the arm. “I think I will tell my mom that Sherine will be living with us. What do you think?”

  “That would be great; the guys would love to have a young fox to play with. You know bikers, they share.”

  “Shut up you idiot,” Michelle said, “she is my little sister. No one touches her unless I approve, got it? And besides she might cut off any hand that touches her.”

  “Yea-yeah-yeah, OK.”

  “I told her the night you came for me that I would come for her someday and now it is time.”

  Subject settled on they headed into the kitchen. Michelle pulled out a bottle of Jose Cuervo and they had a miniature birthday party for her. As the party wound down, Michelle walked to her mother’s room and told her through the locked door that Sherine would be living with her and Spinner now and that she had nothing to say about it. “Mom you have done enough damage.” Michelle told her, “Sherine wants to live with us.”

  Evon jerked open the door and glared at Michelle. “You little bitch, so now you think you are the mother here?” she screamed.

  “Well Mom,” Michelle replied as she shook her head and headed back towards the kitchen, “at least no one will scare her without me knowing about it ... and if they do they will pay.”

  Evon followed and screamed again, “No, no, you are wrong!”

  Michelle looked at her mother for a few seconds in silence and gave her a slight laughing smile. She threw a dish towel on the counter and turned to face her, both hands contained on her hips. “Mom, you can live in your world of denial if you want ... ” and as she was speaking, Sherine walked up behind her mother and shouldered past into the kitchen. Michelle nodded at Sherine and Sherine nodded back. Michelle continued in a very stern voice, ... “but we’re out of here!”

  Sherine was sitting there in her pajamas now, relaxed. Her dishevelled hair framed swollen eyes. She’d obviously been sleeping ... or was very high on something. She had the Cuervo bottle tipped and was taki
ng a long pull on the amber liquid.

  “Sherine get your things, we are going home now baby!” She turned and interrupted her mom before she could speak, “Mom you have nothing to say! Go tell one of your slut boyfriends your problems, I don´t have time for it now, Spinner is waiting and we need to go. Sherine hurry up, they are waiting.”

  “Who is waiting?” she smiled sloppily.

  “Everyone. Spinner is calling some of the guys now and they will be here any minute.”

  Sherine sat up straight. Slightly scared now she asked, “where are we going?”

  “Our house. I told you that I would come to get you when it was time and the time is now. Get your things and let’s go; come on let's go. Do you want to come or not?”

  Now Sherine glowed with excitement. “Of course!” she blurted out as she ran from the room to collect her shit. Sherine thought, “I can be free now! I can do what I want, I can have who I want and no one will tell me different and there will be no Smitty and no more Mom. I will be free and safe.”

  “I knew you would come, I knew it,” a babbling Sherine told Michelle when she came back in the room, arms loaded. She headed back for a second load. “What do they think, I am crazy?” Sherine felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She was giddy with excitement. “Now I can start to live like I want.”

  “Hurry up Sherine,” Michelle yelled, “we don´t have all day. They are pulling in now and we have a motorcycle meet to go to. Everyone will be there.” She opened the refrigerator and started pulling out stuff. There wasn’t much but she threw some bologna and mayonnaise in a plastic bag. As she reached up to start looking in the cabinets for some bread Michelle stomped her foot, “Come on god dammit! Let´s go! Come on or they will leave without us and then I´ll be pissed and Spinner will flip out. Look, he is staring at the house now with a pissed-off look. Let´s go.”

  “I´m almost there.” She reached under the sink and grabbed a big black garbage bag and started stuffing her things inside. She dropped it on the floor next to a boom-box type radio, a pink cracked-plastic box of hair curlers and some stuffed animals. “OK, I’m ready.”

  “Get real,” Michelle said, “how in the hell do you think we can carry all that junk on a bike. Come on dump the BS and let’s go.”

  “But Michelle ... ”

  “No, dump it and let’s go! We are late. Besides you don´t need anything but some pants and a few shirts. And you may not even need that if you hook up with one of Spinners friends ... ” She quickly picked through the stuff and dropped a couple items in the plastic bag, the rest she shoved away with a foot. She shoved the bag in Sherine’s arms. “There; finally! You are ready. You can jump on with Dirt Bag; he´s safe. Let’s go.”

  They hustled through the front room and out the door. Outside, Sherine handed the bag to Dirt Bag and he secured it around his gas tank. She climbed up behind him and he said, “Hey Sherine, ever get drunk and laid in the same night or have you been hanging with those little kids too long?”

  “Shut up Dirt Bag,” Michelle said. She slapped him on the back as she walked by and got on the back of Spinner’s big Harley. “That’s my little sister you are talking to,” she laughed.

  Sherine leaned forward and her chest rubbed his back. She whispered her hot breath into his ear, “Never with anyone that was only mine.”

  Dirt Bag shivered and revved up his cycle. He popped the clutch and they went screaming down the road with Sherine barely hanging on. She was in heaven she thought to herself; free, with the air blowing and the sun shining. Sherine screamed, grabbed around Dirt Bags waist and yelled “Let’s go, I´m free-e-e-!!!” n her mind she could see her mom crying and yelling, “be safe, be safe.”

  The next morning, Michelle woke with her head pounding, she looked at Spinner and said, “What a fucking night, do you remember anything?” She sat up abruptly. “Where the fuck is Sherine?” She ran a finger over her teeth and grimaced.

  He said, “The last time I saw her she was chugging beers with Dirt Bag and a few of the other guys near the fire.”

  “What? You just left her there? Where the fuck is she?” She jerked the sheets off his naked body and yelled, “Get your lazy ass up and help me find her.”

  He rolled over, holding his head too and said, “No-o-o, I don’t remember much either. Christ Michelle, what’s gotten into you? No one is going to hurt her!” He reached over and shook a couple cans to see if there was anything to drink. He found about a half a cigarette and lit it with one of those half-sized Bic Lighters. He looked at it and wondered whose it was and then leaned back on both elbows and blew a blue cloud up towards the ceiling fan. “I'm the main dude here, remember Michelle? If anyone hurt her they know I´d kill them.”

  “I know,” Michelle said placated a bit as she searched around for her underwear, “just find her, please!”

  Spinner stood up slowly, and walked toward the bedroom door. He groaned and grabbed the door casing to steady himself. He turned to see Michelle sitting up on the edge of the bed with her head bent forward, staring down through her knees. As she continued to hold her head she heard Spinner say, “she´s OK, she´s on the couch, look; … come on look, she´s sleeping. She got her clothes on and she looks fine! Hey, since it looks like you’re getting up anyway, go ahead and make me some food. He stumbled down the hall, “I´ve got to piss.”

  Michelle laughed, “Who are you kidding, there’s no food in this house. If you want food, you better get on that bike and get your ass to the store. And maybe before you do that you might want to get your ass to work. Remember what that is?…Work? It’s something people do to buy food.”

  “Screw you,” Spinner said through the open bathroom door. He grabbed a towel off the floor and wrapped it around a tattooed torso. “Clean up this dump and maybe I´ll show up for work.”

  Spinner sat back down on the side of the bed holding his head too. He looked at Michelle and said, “Let’s forget the food and work, let’s go back to bed.”

  Michelle laughed, then she shrugged and bumped her head into his shoulder.“Ok,” said Michelle. “Come on then Big Boy.” Michelle fell back into bed pulling Spinner by his hair and Spinner had just started kissing her breasts when Sherine walked in and said “Good morning.”

  Spinner looked up and saw Sherine, he said, “Are you Ok?” He undid the towel and it fell away giving Sherine an eyeful.

  Sherine grinned and dug a pretty toe in the ugly gold carpet. She said her head was pounding and Michelle said that hers was too, and Spinner said that was the sign of a great night before.

  Sherine said that other than a pounding head she was fine and that she had a great night last night. Spinner had stopped kissing Michelle’s breast but kept them exposed, gently rubbing and kneading. Michelle let out a small moan. He looked up at Sherine as she was standing over them now and asked her if she remembered the night. She looked at Spinner and paused for a few seconds, watching his strong hands. She swallowed and said, “Yes, of course, … well kinda ... ” She thought for a moment longer and admitted “huh, well, not too much really,” and they all laughed.

  Spinner leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth and Michelle arched her back and leaned in. Sherine pretended that she did not notice, but as she watched.

  It was exciting for her to watch them. She had never experienced that before. Watching them made her think of Smitty and her Mom and what he had told her about sex and like a ton of bricks hitting her; how he left her terrified and alone. She got angry and had the now familiar feeling of pure hatred. She wanted to hurt someone or something.

  Her body stiffened up with her thoughts of rage. Forcing her good side to take over she concentrated on watching her sister. Michelle moaned again and rolled her head over, biting on the sheet.

  Sherine continued to watch and she calmed herself down. This time it was different. She reached into her panties and started to rub herself. Before she knew it she had climaxed almost at the same time as Michelle. Her knees buckled but she kept
rubbing as she leaned back against the door frame.

  Michelle and Spinner pretended to not notice her playing with herself as she pretended that she was not watching them. Just as Sherine climaxed her mind shifted to Smitty; the monster. She wanted to cry. Mom knew he was dangerous all along.

  She screamed and ran out of the room. Spinner said, “she is a wild hellion, but whoever breaks her in will have a good ride.”

  Michelle slapped him on his chest and said, “Spinner, you are such an ass! She has deep problems,” Then she rolled over on top of him.

  10

  “Doctor Campbell,” Nurse Nadia asked, “How is the young girl in room 306B. I see on her chart that you are working very close with her. Is she improving?”

  “It’s hard to tell. She seems to be more relaxed and she is eating better.”

  “Doctor, I noticed on the chart that you are prescribing more than the normal dosages of medications.”

  “Yes, Nurse Nadia that is correct. At present, she is the star of my research. I will have a full report within a few months and if the results are as positive as I think they will be, I may have found that a slightly different approach; combining therapy with stronger medication will ‘throw out the devils’, so to speak, allowing the patient to resume a more normal life.”