by Richie Drenz
I wish I could, but I didn’t have the superpower to disappear. Shamed. Shocked. Mom. The thought of what I went through at fourteen ran over me like a train. I couldn’t answer, I could not speak, I couldn’t see his face, all I was saw pictures of Mom sending me off at fourteen. The morning, I remembered everything clearly, even the sound of Lassy barking outside when Mr. Douglas had came, my yellow blouse Mommy was buttoning, Mommy crying, me crying. I had a stolid expression on my face. Blank. The silence lasted. Something building up in my chest, building up in my eyes. How could ... I thought ... that means —- . Mr. Douglas got angrier,
“Ok then, have it your way. I’ll only pay what I know it’s worth. Forty-five thousand ... and your little friend Mr. Willie is losing his job!” He picked up his cell and screamed in it,
“Willie leave mi place! You’re fucking fired! FIRED! You heard that huh? FIRED!”
I could hear Mr. Willie’s puny voice asking on the other end,
"What mi do Mr. Douglas?”
“Nothing! You’re FIRED!”
He hung up in a blazing temper. Wrath bubbling in Mr. Douglas’ snake eyes, he looked like the devil. I said nothing. Tried to be brave. Still taken aback by what he had just told me, was it really true? Mom wouldn’t. But even if Mommy did give me up for money, she took me out of the ghetto and she was using the money to help my brother save his life. I didn’t think what Mommy did was a bad thing. If it was my only option to save my son, maybe I would do the same thing, it’s not like she still wasn’t there for me, it’s not like I was suffering where she sent me. It’s a mixed feeling in my heart. I can't be mad at Mom. Mommy did what she had to, the better of two evils, watch her son die or give up her daughter.
Silence. ‘Ribbit’ ... Silence ... ‘Ribbit’.
He shifted in the driver’s seat, placed two hands on the steering wheel. The cushiony leather seats my back I leaned against suddenly felt like solid iron. The bottom of my feet felt as if there were one thousand worms in it, boring their way through to get out. I pushed my courage infront my fears.
“You don’t have a choice. Its sixty thousand or nothing!”
My voice came out really bold, I could fool myself that I wasn’t totally distorted mentally. I needed that money before Thursday. He could walk away with all his money. Then what would I do? Maybe I should just settle for the forty-five, at least when I pay Danni her twenty I still would have twenty-five to give Dr. Reid.
“Well then have it your way ... It’s NOTHING.” ‘Ribbit ... Ribbit’. “Give mi back my money.” He turned one of his palm over to me, waiting and the other hand shifting towards the glove compartment. My fingers clenched tighter into the pouch. I knew he couldn’t kill me, his only help. Would he?
“I swear if you try anything I’ll let everyone know about the other night.” He looked at me with astonished eyes, recoiled, said,
“Sweetie listen huh, after I get the papers, Micheal Douglas won’t exist. Do you think I give one red fuck what others say when I’m gone, huh? Do you? Think again.” My face slackened like some screws fell out of place.
"What about your son?”
“His problem. He’s on his own.”
“He’s your own flesh and blood. Your only son.”
He wrapped back is four fingers around the steering wheel, massaging it up and down and with a miniscule snicker on his face, uttered
“Ahh Lee, you’ve tempted me so many times in your little .. tiny .. white panties.” His eyes rolled over into some sort of ecstasy. “Ohh how I love to sniff your panties like canines sniffing for narcotics. The crotch. The worn ones. Or may I say, the freshly dirtied ones. Stare at your young buoyantly soft teenage boobs, nipples so puffy, so perked, breast so bouncy .. soooo ... sooo .. SUCK ...ABLE.”
“You PERVERT! You saw me naked?”
“Oh Lee, Oh Lee, I have cameras everywhere, especially in your bathroom. Watching you bathe is my favorite TV program on my little black and white TV. Your skin ... so supple, so wet ... so tender ... like baby lamb meat ... rotisserie.”
The sounds of the night got eerier and his eyes lit brighter than the peenie wallie and fireflies blinking light. His eyes still dreamy in ecstasy. He shook his head slowly, side to side, as he savoured in softly saying,
“Ohh how I want to eat that sweet little pudding pie of yours,” His smile spread wide from ear to the back of his head, as he brought back and savoured in the scent he sniffed. “Ohh how I want to taste it, eat it like a warm slice of pizza.”
"Oh my God! Mr. Douglas! What kind of perv are you?” thrown aback and almost dumbstruck by his language and mannerism. I’ve never heard anyone spoke with such intense perversion before over the scent of a panty. My panty. I felt completely naked. I clawed my toe into the bristly fur of the van’s mat.
“Lee. Lee, gifts of opportunities are wrapped in disguises of misfortune. This is really an opportunity for you, can’t you see? Do you really want to save your brother’s life?” he still spoke soft and in control. “I can make you visit Italy, I can have you visit anywhere in the world. Where do you want to have breakfast? Huh? Paris? Tokyo? London? Maybe in Australia? Would you love to clink glasses with some friendly Aussies? Africans? Antarcticans perhaps? Huh? Just say it Lee, Just say it, Anywhere, for that vagina of yours. Your lovely lovely vagina. Mmm.”
“No!” I felt disgusted. “Nowhere. I just want to save Vance. That's all.”
“Do you? Huh? Really? How far would you go Lee? How far?”
My brother’s life. I already gave his son myself to save it, at least I liked Qwan but the father? He made my skin crawled. Gross. This ain't worth it? Is it? My brother’s life.
“I’ll pay sixty. I’ll save him Lee. Only if you will give it up.”
A feeling of a nest of spiders swarming my entire body and crawling over my skin took me over. Crawling all over my face and into my nose, into my mouth, I felt yicky.
Ribbit ... Ribbit. The insect cries were lower seemed further away. Silence.
Shudders rattled my thin frame. The rumours must have been true. Mr. Douglas offered young girls money and trips to perform oral sex on them. It sounded preposterous, like just rumours. It was hard to digest as truth, such a respectable and successful gentleman yet so deviantly unpleasant, hid so many dark sides. But here I am. Its real. It’s happening to me, now.
And if the entire rumours were true, he could not have sex for five minutes. Five minutes to save Vance. My soul went dead. It was as if the sky kept falling on my head. I could not hold my tears anymore. I broke down. Should I shake hands with the devil?
“This wrong. I can’t, I just can’t. Please, please, just have a heart. Please. Have a conscience.” I stiffened my upper lip, soldiered my emotions, toughened my voice, “We don’t need to do this, help me out. Don’t try to take advantage of me Mr. Douglas. Help me help my brother, Please Mr. Douglas, Please, please, please.”
“Lee. Lee. Just help me be happy huh. It will only take a few minutes. A few minutes of your life to save the rest of your brother’s life. Now, ain't that worth it? Ain't that fair? Huh? Here I am. Your opportunity.”
Silence. ‘Ribbit’. ‘Ribbit’. ‘Ribbit’. Midnight blackness was approaching and the night air got cold.
I played tough. Betrayed my cry inside. I was faced with saving my brother’s life and giving up my pride, shame, privacy and myself. Having sex with son and then now, the father. It’s only five minutes but it was a lifetime. A memory I would re-live every day, inerasable, re-live over and over again in my head. More importantly, I had no time, I had to choose now. Vance has till Thursday but my only shot left, Mr. Douglas, will be gone by tomorrow. My entire inside was tumbling down. The sky kept falling on me. I decided to shake hands with the devil.
He slid a hand on my leg. Sniffed my hair. My skin shrivelled at his touch, stomach turned over. I could hear Mom’s voice saying to me for the thousandth time ‘Pride is as invisible as words of gossip, and will hurt you deep, only when you decide
to make them win. Doing the right sometimes is doing the lesser evil.’ Forget what people will say, that won’t save my brother’s life, I had to do what I had to do, the lesser evil for a greater good.
I cast all my pride, shame and everything away. He stroked his hand up my dress, closer to my privacy. The fire flies flashed less. The ribbits stopped. He switched off the van’s headlight that was the only light in the wilderness. The mid-night blackness came, so black, it destroyed all the shadows. I couldn’t see anything infront me. My nightmare begun. A howling dog sounding like a wolf ‘Aruuuuu’ was echoing above the creepy silence. ‘Arrh -Arrh - Arruuuu!’. One fire fly blinked its light. Everything was hard for me to swallow, like trying to swallow all the sadness of the world. My reflexes instinctively held on to his sweaty hand that was on me, on my leg. I held his hand still, wanted to push him off, but this was it, I couldn’t. I inhaled, long and deep. Swallowed my inside. Breathed. Let go of his hand. Said to him with a crying voice,
“Remember Mr. Willie job ...” sobbed, “Please.”
He grunted and grinned as his hand savagely roamed wherever on my body that he pleased, went under my skirt. Just this one time. For Vance. It will be over soon. Oh God please let it be over soon, I prayed. Please, God hear my cry, let it be over soon, let it be over. I felt clustered in the van, the air thickly smelled of him as he drew down his pants, a musty stale smell. I wanted to threw up.
I let go of the black pouch, closed my eyes. The van rattled as he waddled and fight with himself to climb on top of me.
‘Ribbit’.
Blind, black darkness.
My bare-feet cold. So cold. So, so cold. Tears came to the brim of my eyes. His hand touched me there, a tear dripped from my lashes, his other hand molested my breast. My lips squinted, pressed together and trembled as I forced myself to muffle the wheezing sound of my helpless cry. Fighting the crying sound from coming out. My chest heaving with pain and disgrace.
It’s too much, made no sense holding it back. I let it out. Let it go. Cried.
I slowly rolled my white underwear down my legs. His grotesquely hairy belly was belly to belly with mine. His breath smelled rancid as if his tongue was decomposing. His slimy drooling tongue went everywhere. My breast, neck, face and lips. He asked for my tongue. Kissed on it. He kissed my lips spitty. The gross scent of his mouth stained on my mouth. Everywhere that he kissed had his scent.
Two lines of silver tears stretching down my face. Flowing into my gun bruise under my eye. Wetting the blood that had bled from it. Crying, tears with blood. A most undesirable feeling. A feeling that will remain with me, forever, to re-live, a feeling just like being molested. Like being raped. Like being raped by a father-in-law. I felt like dying.
‘Ribbit.’
Blood and tears poured down.
Down.
‘Ribbit’.
Poured down. Down.
Down my face.
I’ll have my REVENGE.
END OF BOOK 1
IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS
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