..........He groaned in pain as he clutched his thigh.
‘You crazy bitch, I’m going to kill you’
‘You really are stupid, you know.I’m the one with the gun and you’re talking about killing me’,she laughed as she walked round him. She stopped behind him and pointed the gun at the back of his head.
‘You….you’re not going to kill me….are you?. She pressed the hot muzzle of the gun to the back of his head and he cried out in pain. His cries excited her and she completed her journey round him so she was now facing him again.
‘No stupid, I’m not going to kill you. Not just yet at least’.
‘Why are you doing this,haven’t I been nice to you and your mother?’.She widened to eyes at his very stupid question.
‘Unbelievable!, so you call screwing me every night when my mom’s not at home being nice?’
‘Like you didn’t enjoy it ’.She slapped him across the face with the handle of the gun. If she had any pity what so ever for this man, it had just vanished into thin air with his last sentence.
He spat out blood and she could see she had broken his nose.
‘Not so handsome now are you?, ooh you’re still clutching you leg.I don’t want you to be able to do that’, and she shot his right shoulder.He groaned and bent over, panting in pain. She walked closer to him and he grabbed her hand,trying to yank the gun away from her. She hit him on the shoulder she had just shut and he let her go. She let out an exaggerated laughter at his attempt to disarm her.
‘I don’t want you to be able to do that either’ ,and she shot his left arm.
‘ARRGH!!,ok ok I’m sorry.I…I can make this right.I’ll turn myself to the police .I promise…I swear.’She shook her head still pointing the gun at him.
‘There’s just one more place I have shoot and then I’m done’,and she pointed the gun below his lower abdomen.
‘No….no please don’t’,and she pulled the trigger.He fell sideways on the floor and groaned in pain.
‘Ah!,there. Perfect. I’ve changed my mind, I won’t ,kill you for moral reasons .I’m just satisfied that you’ll go on living without your precious dick. Wait,did I shoot it?,I seem to have forgotten .’,and she shot the same spot again.He was now bleeding profusely all over the floor.He was in so much pain that the only sounds he made were just little whimpers.
‘Now,I’d love to stay and chit chat but I have a bus to catch’, she said as she crossed him to the other side of the room where her packed bag laid.She quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt and placed the gun on the bed.She put on her snickers and swung her bag over her shoulder. Crossing him again and carefully avoiding getting blood on her shoes she reached for the door knob before stopping and turning to the bleeding pervert.
‘I trust you’d tell the police why I shut you. Anyway, even if you don’t, I’ve got a letter for my mom explaining everything.Then again,the police won't get involved,they are too incompetent. God I love this country in times like this, ok so umm I gotta go.If you do end up dying,well technically I dind’t kill you.If you don’t,have a nice dickless life.’With that she walked out of the door and down the stairs.She stopped by the kitchen and reached into her bag for the letter she had written to her mom explaining in detail what the bastard had done to her and why she did what she did.She placed the letter on the kitchen counter and headed out of the house with enough money to help her start afresh. She felt a sense of relief knowing she would never have to see the bastard again but also grief that she also would never see her mother again. Well happiness comes with a price doesn’t it?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
THE LAST TIME
Just another story,hope you like it.!!!
Her heart started beating faster as she heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She braced herself for the same old routine that had gone on for the last three years. This time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to numb herself from the pain, she wasn’t going to take that tiny pill that made her forget. The pill that made her travel to another place, where she didn’t have to smell him or hear him grunt from exhaustion. Tonight, she wanted to feel every physical and emotional pain. She wanted to fuel her anger enough to give her the guts to put a stop to this. She heard his heavy foot hit the last stair and then the other one accompanied it. She lifted her feet from where they had been so she now sat cross-legged on her bed. She pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her things and knees as much as possible.
‘Not that that’s going to help’ she thought. Finally, the door knob turned and in came the one person she hated with every fiber of her being. To her he was the disgusting person in the world.He was taking up oxygen and food that could have been given to someone who actually deserved it, he was a waste of body organs. She thought of all the people that must have died because they didn’t get a heart or liver in time for the operation that would have saved their lives.
‘What did people see in this monster’,she thought for the umpty-umpth time. Everybody thought he was so handsome, so charming. How could they not see past that hideous smile and that stupid six pack. All that muscle that everybody drooled over in the day time pinned her in place at night while he drilled hurt and more painful memories into her.He walked into her room with hands in his pockets,feeling very at home. He wasn’t even looking at her,he was looking round her room for what she had no idea of. His eyes moved across the room and stopped at the topmost drawer where she kept her underwear and the thing that would end her misery. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched his eyes. She whispered to prayer to herself.
‘Please don’t open the drawer, please don’t…..’she must have said that about fifty times and then when he walked towards the drawer, she felt her heart stop beating.
‘Oh shit!,I am so dead’. He took one hand out of his pocket. For a second his hand hovered in front of the drawer and she was certain he was going to open it. She hadn’t hidden the thing inside. She just placed it there on top of her underwear so she wouldn’t have to look for it when the time came to use it. He thrust his hand forward towards the handle and she mentally prepared herself for the worst. She could already see her mom in black crying her eyes out in front of her coffin.Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she could actually hear it. He touched the handle and she almost peed on herself. Her mouth went dry and she felt light headed. This was the end, but on the bright side there would be no more horrible nights, no more painful memories, no more….
‘Sweety, why didn’t you tell me your drawer needed fixing’he said as surveyed the handle. Her mouth was too dry to speak so she just stared at him wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.
‘Close your mouth, that’s very unladylike and why do you look so scared?.I’m not going to hurt you,I’m always gentle am I not?’ ,he said as he smiled that stupid smile she hated so much and walked towards her. He sat on her bed beside her and she let out a subtle sigh of relief. He caressed her thighs and she flinched moving an inch away from him.
‘Now come on, I don’t bite’,he said kissing her on the cheek and she raised her shoulder to try to avoid the kiss. He moved his hand across to the other side of her body so he was now hovering over her. He pushed her down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She closed her eyes. Although she wanted to feel everything this time, she couldn’t bare to watch him do what he did every night since she was sixteen while her mother worked night shifts at the hospital. She wished it was possible to close her ears as well so she wouldn’t hear his heavy breathing as he pushed into her. With every move he made, she felt her anger grow and she smiled inwardly anticipating when she would end it all. After what seemed like forever, he let out a heavy grunt signaling the end of his session and got up to button his pants. He was sweating like he had just finished a work out or something.
‘Good girl. You’ll make a good wife one day. Now as always,this should stay between us. If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Not that they’d believe you anyway. Stupid people,you mom too. Stupid bitch. You’ll be surprised at the things she’d put up with just to have a man by her side’,he gave off a throaty laugh and turned away.She pulled her skirt back into place and buttoned her blouse in record time.She then sprang from her bed towards the drawer.He was at the door when he heard what was unmistakably the sound of a gun being set for use.He turned around and to his horror,Debbie stood there pointing a gun at him.
‘What do fuck do you think you’re doing?,put the gun down’
‘SHUT UP!’
‘Sweety, whatever this is…….’
‘If you call me sweety one more time, I swear to God I’ll blow you fucking brains out,now get on you knees.NOW!, you bastard’,she yelled feeling her anger take over her as she watched him obey her order.
‘You really thought you could get away with this didn’t you,you thought scared little Debbie wouldn’t do anything,well you were wrong’,and with that,she shot his right thigh.............. TO BE CONTINUED.
Her heart started beating faster as she heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She braced herself for the same old routine that had gone on for the last three years. This time was going to be different. She wasn’t going to numb herself from the pain, she wasn’t going to take that tiny pill that made her forget. The pill that made her travel to another place, where she didn’t have to smell him or hear him grunt from exhaustion. Tonight, she wanted to feel every physical and emotional pain. She wanted to fuel her anger enough to give her the guts to put a stop to this. She heard his heavy foot hit the last stair and then the other one accompanied it. She lifted her feet from where they had been so she now sat cross-legged on her bed. She pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her things and knees as much as possible.
‘Not that that’s going to help’ she thought. Finally, the door knob turned and in came the one person she hated with every fiber of her being. To her he was the disgusting person in the world.He was taking up oxygen and food that could have been given to someone who actually deserved it, he was a waste of body organs. She thought of all the people that must have died because they didn’t get a heart or liver in time for the operation that would have saved their lives.
‘What did people see in this monster’,she thought for the umpty-umpth time. Everybody thought he was so handsome, so charming. How could they not see past that hideous smile and that stupid six pack. All that muscle that everybody drooled over in the day time pinned her in place at night while he drilled hurt and more painful memories into her.He walked into her room with hands in his pockets,feeling very at home. He wasn’t even looking at her,he was looking round her room for what she had no idea of. His eyes moved across the room and stopped at the topmost drawer where she kept her underwear and the thing that would end her misery. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched his eyes. She whispered to prayer to herself.
‘Please don’t open the drawer, please don’t…..’she must have said that about fifty times and then when he walked towards the drawer, she felt her heart stop beating.
‘Oh shit!,I am so dead’. He took one hand out of his pocket. For a second his hand hovered in front of the drawer and she was certain he was going to open it. She hadn’t hidden the thing inside. She just placed it there on top of her underwear so she wouldn’t have to look for it when the time came to use it. He thrust his hand forward towards the handle and she mentally prepared herself for the worst. She could already see her mom in black crying her eyes out in front of her coffin.Her heart was beating so hard against her chest that she could actually hear it. He touched the handle and she almost peed on herself. Her mouth went dry and she felt light headed. This was the end, but on the bright side there would be no more horrible nights, no more painful memories, no more….
‘Sweety, why didn’t you tell me your drawer needed fixing’he said as surveyed the handle. Her mouth was too dry to speak so she just stared at him wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.
‘Close your mouth, that’s very unladylike and why do you look so scared?.I’m not going to hurt you,I’m always gentle am I not?’ ,he said as he smiled that stupid smile she hated so much and walked towards her. He sat on her bed beside her and she let out a subtle sigh of relief. He caressed her thighs and she flinched moving an inch away from him.
‘Now come on, I don’t bite’,he said kissing her on the cheek and she raised her shoulder to try to avoid the kiss. He moved his hand across to the other side of her body so he was now hovering over her. He pushed her down and started unbuttoning her blouse. She closed her eyes. Although she wanted to feel everything this time, she couldn’t bare to watch him do what he did every night since she was sixteen while her mother worked night shifts at the hospital. She wished it was possible to close her ears as well so she wouldn’t hear his heavy breathing as he pushed into her. With every move he made, she felt her anger grow and she smiled inwardly anticipating when she would end it all. After what seemed like forever, he let out a heavy grunt signaling the end of his session and got up to button his pants. He was sweating like he had just finished a work out or something.
‘Good girl. You’ll make a good wife one day. Now as always,this should stay between us. If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you. Not that they’d believe you anyway. Stupid people,you mom too. Stupid bitch. You’ll be surprised at the things she’d put up with just to have a man by her side’,he gave off a throaty laugh and turned away.She pulled her skirt back into place and buttoned her blouse in record time.She then sprang from her bed towards the drawer.He was at the door when he heard what was unmistakably the sound of a gun being set for use.He turned around and to his horror,Debbie stood there pointing a gun at him.
‘What do fuck do you think you’re doing?,put the gun down’
‘SHUT UP!’
‘Sweety, whatever this is…….’
‘If you call me sweety one more time, I swear to God I’ll blow you fucking brains out,now get on you knees.NOW!, you bastard’,she yelled feeling her anger take over her as she watched him obey her order.
‘You really thought you could get away with this didn’t you,you thought scared little Debbie wouldn’t do anything,well you were wrong’,and with that,she shot his right thigh.............. TO BE CONTINUED.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
HIM
So,I just finished my exams and this is just something that came to me.I have started blogging actively.Enjoy.
Darkness, silence, warmth. Under my duvet feels like the perfect place to be.I could live here forever, that way I don’t have to go anywhere. I won’t have to meet people, see the pity in their eyes and go over the story again. There’ll be no chance of being reminded of him when I walk down that street, where we once ran……………
It had been raining heavily that day. We’d just had dinner at a not so fancy restaurant but I didn’t mind. We had a wonderful time complaining about the bad service, the tasteless chicken and the cheap wine. After dinner, he tried to hail a number of cabs and I laughed while his efforts kept getting thwarted. He was so funny when he was mad,kinda like a cartoon character .I could have sworn I saw smoke come out from his ears when a cab sped by and drenched him further in rain water. He let out his frustration in very colourful language accompanied by a hand gesture then turned around to face me and his facial expression softened a bit. He looked like he had just taken a shower with his clothes on and I felt guilty for taking his jacket when he offered earlier. As he walked back to the front of the restaurant where I was still very dry and bouncing from one leg to the other trying to keep warm,I smiled at the thought that this had to be the worst date in the history of all the dates we’ve ever had but for some reason I was still having fun.Then I saw this evil grin on his face and his arms where stretched like they were about to grab something.
‘Oh no, no don’t come any closer, no ARRRGH!!!’
He chased me round the perimeter of the small restaurant as I tried to avoid being hugged by his wet body but of course he was faster than I was and he eventually caught up with me.I giggled like a school girl as I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip.
‘You do realise that we don’t have an umbrella and you’re going to have to get wet eventually right?.’
‘I’ll wait for the rain to stop,I just had this hair done and there’s no way in hell I’m getting it wet.’
‘What is it with ladies and their hair?’
I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth ready to defend my race and gender and state a million reasons why our hair is such a big deal when he raised one hand.
‘Forget I said that. Ok, so I’m guessing it was expensive right?.’
‘You got that right.’
‘I’ll pay to get it redone’.
‘What?,I can’t let you do that.’
‘Umm,I think you will find out that I have to after I do this.’
With that ,he dragged me into the rain and didn’t let go until we were far enough from the restaurant that it would have been stupid to try to run back under its roof. I shrieked and tried to cover my hair with my hands. Apparently, that amused him because he was laughing so hard that if it hadn’t been raining so heavily, I probably would have seen tears escape from his big brown eyes. I stopped screaming and started chasing him. We ran down the semi deserted street like two crazy people. We were actually crazy, but a good kind of crazy. The kind Beyonce sang about with Jay-z. He stopped suddenly which made me bump into him. I lost my balance and almost fell but he was quick enough to catch me.He pulled me back up and I couldn’t resist. If this were a movie we would have kissed so I decided to be Marilyn Monroe for that split second and I stood on my toes and kissed him.We kissed there, beside a dumpster, in the rain and the only thing missing would have been some music in the back ground….and then he broke away.
‘I was going to do this in the restaurant but it wasn’t my idea of a perfect time ,so I’m just going to do this now.’
And just like that, he knelt down on one knee and reached into his pocket like he was searching for something. Then he paused and eyed the dumpster beside us and got up.
‘I can’t do this beside so much trash’, he said gesturing to the over flowing dumpster. He took my hand and pulled me a few steps so we were now standing in front of the neighborhood day care center. He repeated his former actions as if he had practiced them.
‘Dara,will you marry me?’ he said as he looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes as he opened a tiny black velvet box to reveal a small engagement ring.I won’t say I was shocked.We’d been dating for almost four years and we both weren’t getting any younger so this had to happen at some point. I was just so happy that he finally got around to it.
‘Is this the part where I act all shocked and scream yes at the top of my lungs?’, I said teasingly.
‘Uhh yes, I think so’,he replied a little confused.
‘Then,YES YES OH YES I WILL MARRY YOU!’,I answered in a high pitched voice that in another situation would have been of gratitude for very good service if you take out the ‘I will marry you’ part.He smiled with relief as he slipped the ring on my slender finger and then picked me up and spun me around.We laughed at nothing in particular,then he eventually put me down and planted a kiss on my lips.
Three months later,I was left at the altar with no husband, no wedding band and no clue as to where the hell he was. To say I was confused with do serious injustice to what I felt at that moment. After several hours and several futile attempts by my friends to uproot me from the spot I stood at the altar,my body gave in to tiredness, I collapsed and I was rushed out of the church. I guess they realised I hadn’t fainted because they took me home and fussed over me for the rest of the day. Now I lay here still.After two weeks,and I keep replaying every detail of our relationship over and over again wondering what went wrong. Maybe we were too perfect, maybe it really was all too good to be true.All that nice curly hair, that smile, those eyes, those arms, how he always listened and never judged,how he seemed to make all my troubles disappear when he walked in the room,or maybe he really did care that I had lost both my legs to polio as a child afterall.It all doesn’t make sense does it?.My thoughts exactly.
I don't know much about prosthesis,so I assumed there should be some made to do most of the things a human leg can.In this case,running.
Darkness, silence, warmth. Under my duvet feels like the perfect place to be.I could live here forever, that way I don’t have to go anywhere. I won’t have to meet people, see the pity in their eyes and go over the story again. There’ll be no chance of being reminded of him when I walk down that street, where we once ran……………
It had been raining heavily that day. We’d just had dinner at a not so fancy restaurant but I didn’t mind. We had a wonderful time complaining about the bad service, the tasteless chicken and the cheap wine. After dinner, he tried to hail a number of cabs and I laughed while his efforts kept getting thwarted. He was so funny when he was mad,kinda like a cartoon character .I could have sworn I saw smoke come out from his ears when a cab sped by and drenched him further in rain water. He let out his frustration in very colourful language accompanied by a hand gesture then turned around to face me and his facial expression softened a bit. He looked like he had just taken a shower with his clothes on and I felt guilty for taking his jacket when he offered earlier. As he walked back to the front of the restaurant where I was still very dry and bouncing from one leg to the other trying to keep warm,I smiled at the thought that this had to be the worst date in the history of all the dates we’ve ever had but for some reason I was still having fun.Then I saw this evil grin on his face and his arms where stretched like they were about to grab something.
‘Oh no, no don’t come any closer, no ARRRGH!!!’
He chased me round the perimeter of the small restaurant as I tried to avoid being hugged by his wet body but of course he was faster than I was and he eventually caught up with me.I giggled like a school girl as I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip.
‘You do realise that we don’t have an umbrella and you’re going to have to get wet eventually right?.’
‘I’ll wait for the rain to stop,I just had this hair done and there’s no way in hell I’m getting it wet.’
‘What is it with ladies and their hair?’
I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth ready to defend my race and gender and state a million reasons why our hair is such a big deal when he raised one hand.
‘Forget I said that. Ok, so I’m guessing it was expensive right?.’
‘You got that right.’
‘I’ll pay to get it redone’.
‘What?,I can’t let you do that.’
‘Umm,I think you will find out that I have to after I do this.’
With that ,he dragged me into the rain and didn’t let go until we were far enough from the restaurant that it would have been stupid to try to run back under its roof. I shrieked and tried to cover my hair with my hands. Apparently, that amused him because he was laughing so hard that if it hadn’t been raining so heavily, I probably would have seen tears escape from his big brown eyes. I stopped screaming and started chasing him. We ran down the semi deserted street like two crazy people. We were actually crazy, but a good kind of crazy. The kind Beyonce sang about with Jay-z. He stopped suddenly which made me bump into him. I lost my balance and almost fell but he was quick enough to catch me.He pulled me back up and I couldn’t resist. If this were a movie we would have kissed so I decided to be Marilyn Monroe for that split second and I stood on my toes and kissed him.We kissed there, beside a dumpster, in the rain and the only thing missing would have been some music in the back ground….and then he broke away.
‘I was going to do this in the restaurant but it wasn’t my idea of a perfect time ,so I’m just going to do this now.’
And just like that, he knelt down on one knee and reached into his pocket like he was searching for something. Then he paused and eyed the dumpster beside us and got up.
‘I can’t do this beside so much trash’, he said gesturing to the over flowing dumpster. He took my hand and pulled me a few steps so we were now standing in front of the neighborhood day care center. He repeated his former actions as if he had practiced them.
‘Dara,will you marry me?’ he said as he looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes as he opened a tiny black velvet box to reveal a small engagement ring.I won’t say I was shocked.We’d been dating for almost four years and we both weren’t getting any younger so this had to happen at some point. I was just so happy that he finally got around to it.
‘Is this the part where I act all shocked and scream yes at the top of my lungs?’, I said teasingly.
‘Uhh yes, I think so’,he replied a little confused.
‘Then,YES YES OH YES I WILL MARRY YOU!’,I answered in a high pitched voice that in another situation would have been of gratitude for very good service if you take out the ‘I will marry you’ part.He smiled with relief as he slipped the ring on my slender finger and then picked me up and spun me around.We laughed at nothing in particular,then he eventually put me down and planted a kiss on my lips.
Three months later,I was left at the altar with no husband, no wedding band and no clue as to where the hell he was. To say I was confused with do serious injustice to what I felt at that moment. After several hours and several futile attempts by my friends to uproot me from the spot I stood at the altar,my body gave in to tiredness, I collapsed and I was rushed out of the church. I guess they realised I hadn’t fainted because they took me home and fussed over me for the rest of the day. Now I lay here still.After two weeks,and I keep replaying every detail of our relationship over and over again wondering what went wrong. Maybe we were too perfect, maybe it really was all too good to be true.All that nice curly hair, that smile, those eyes, those arms, how he always listened and never judged,how he seemed to make all my troubles disappear when he walked in the room,or maybe he really did care that I had lost both my legs to polio as a child afterall.It all doesn’t make sense does it?.My thoughts exactly.
I don't know much about prosthesis,so I assumed there should be some made to do most of the things a human leg can.In this case,running.
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