Monday, December 27, 2010
Fourteen (Chapter 1)
The banging of the door had awoken her…..had awoken all of them. Her sisters screamed first as he barged into the small room. Paralyzed with fear, all she could do was stare as his massive presence filled her line of sight. Without a word, he grabbed her and tore out of the trailer just as he had entered it.
I'm dying. But, that doesn't mean I'm going down with out a fight.
Finally, she did the only thing she could think of. She pleaded for her life.
“Please,” she begged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I am so so sorry. Let me go. Don’t hurt me.”
He snorted. “Hurt me? Didn’t mean to, huh? Bitch. You don’t know the first thing about hurt. I promise you that.”
Her mother approved of the relationship. Despite his twenty years to her fourteen, he was welcomed by her family. Their courtship had quickly blossomed from holding hands and light kissing to passionate love making. She gave him her innocence. He greedily took it.
Now, in a twisted sort of deja vu, she had come full circle.
First step. She began to sob. Not cry. Not beg for mercy. But sob.
Second step. She began her prayer. God, please. Please. Do not let me die. Where are you? Strike him down. Make me safe. I promise to go to church more. Just....please. Don't. Let. Me. Die.
Oh, God. I pissed myself. God. Oh, God.
He felt the wetness on his shoulder. He chuckled softly as climbed the steps.
He was always responsible like that.
Aren't I supposed to be seeing my life flash before my eyes or something? Since God has gone on vacation and my mom isn't here, who else is there?
He opened the door. Fluid in his movements, he threw her across the room onto his couch. He quietly closed the door behind him.
She briefly considered calling for her mom. Perhaps she was outside in the bushes, waiting for a surprise attack. To be sure the police were going to show up at any moment. She imagined her mother throwing open the front door with a squadron of troops behind her. In a fit of gun blaze, he would go down and she would be rescued. As quickly as the thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. She knew no one was coming for her. She knew she was alone. Her mother was not there. God had other business to tend to.
“You don’t know how much I loved you,” he informed her. He looked at her with such detachment, she wondered if he had ever really loved anyone.
“Just let me go,” she cried. “Let me go back home. You don’t really want to do this.”
“Oh, but I do.” He informed her. “I do want to do this. You have no idea how much I want to.”
Then he smiled. She looked into his eyes and saw none of the shine that had stolen her heart. His eyes were black and dull. His smile revealed jagged, razor sharp teeth. He licked his lips with an elongated black tongue that was sliced down the middle causing the two separate pieces to wiggle in different directions. She grimaced and tried to look away as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. A redness crept up around his neck. Veins bulged in his temples as if he was straining to come up with a particular thought.
This is what the devil looks like.
were too strong. He chuckled as she tried to free her wrists. At one point, he threw his head back in laughter as she tried to bite him.
Where are you? Who are you?
There is no God here.
Her sisters nodded in agreement and they all left out the front door. She surveyed her surroundings and saw what her mother had been talking about.
Oh my God.
Robbie. Damn you Robbie. What happened to you? Why did you do this to me? What did I do to you?