The Heart of Revenge (32 page)

He stared.

Insects light blinking. Mr. Douglas’ eyes
didn’t blink. The silence stood so long between us, I grew a
beard.

“No ... Since we are both here alone ... Why
not we ...” He rolled both his shoulders upward close to his ears,
afterwards leaned forward and twirled his fingers in the ends of my
hair, combed his finger through,

“You know .. huh? .. we could .. You know
...”

My hands flashed, strapping across my chest
as if to cover my nakedness.

“No. I don't know. Good God! I was to marry
your SON. Are you such a pervert everyone say you are?”

I prayed my emphasis on son would touch his
conscienceless conscience. Maybe it did. He straightened his spine
in his seat.

"You know what Lee, I should be getting you
for free!” As he talked, his voice got higher and anger invaded his
tone, he got harsh, “Fuck this shit, I already paid your mother
five years ago, from you were fourteen. Fourteen! She took my
fucking money... I shouldn’t pay shit. You’re mine! Not Qwan’s, not
anyone else, that was the deal! Your mother is a fucking bitch to
go behind my back and force you on my son, just to save you from
me. What? I wasn’t too old for you when she was talking my money?
Whatever you and your mother planned, it won't work, no fucking way
I won’t get you, I fucking gave her my money!”

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

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