Authors: Angel Rose
“Dave, Vivian?” He looked away from me and kept on talking.
“Unlike your father, my mother, loved me. She showed me every night in her bed as she straddled over me and sank her disgusting flesh over me. She yelled out my name Jenesis, as she came on top of me when I was just a kid…
a fucking kid
.” He hung his head to the floor, then looked up at me. “I remember her hands caressing my body, as the smell of vodka lingered on her lips. When she was done, she use to whisper how much she wanted me, how much she needed me…how much…she loved me.” He stared at me for a moment as my lips parted slowly, my eyebrows furrowed in disgust. The eyes of a deep wounded child blinked at me softly as he tilted his head to the side. He stood motionless…helpless even, as I placed my hand over my mouth and gasped. “I threw up every night afterwards…she never knew how sick she made me. She only knew how good I made her feel and after a while, as I got older…I fucked the shit out of her, fucked her senseless, so she could leave me alone; and when she died, I shoved a dildo right up her ass in her coffin, so she can go fuck herself…in hell.” Then he glanced over at Michael. Michael was speechless. Michael stared at Dave as if he never heard that story before, and from the look on his face, he didn’t. He stood gawking at Dave. Shock, sorrow and fear echoing deep in his soul. I glanced at them both with a heavy heart and a pang of fear and grief hit me straight in the gut. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or if I wanted to hold Dave and say I was sorry. I opened my mouth and heard myself say,
“Dave, Vivian?” I whispered.
“She had to go Jen. She was too possessive over you. She was always texting you. Always wanted to know what you were doing. It was so annoying. Nothing that a little bubble of air in her IV didn’t take care of. She was very pretty though, but not as pretty as you. I could feel the urine slightly seeping out of me onto my silk panties. The icy chill that radiated over my body made my limbs go weak. I leaned against the wall.
“Let’s forget about Vivian and talk about Dr. Joe. He’s okay, you don’t have to worry about him. I figured I’d keep him around so that you could call him your daddy.” My blood simmered.
This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening to me.
“Is this a fucking joke to you? Are you fucking insane?” I barked at him and at that point I became angry and I didn’t care if he killed me. I wanted to die anyway.
“I’m not, you know that. I love you, Jen…more than anyone in this world. You see, Margaret thought you loved her more than me, that’s why she had to die; that’s why I beat the living shit out of her and strangled every last breath out of that whore, and by the way, she was fucking your professor boyfriend!” he yelled as his eyes protruded out of his head.
“No! No!” I shook my head crying hysterically. “Dave, why...I loved you…I loved you.” I pleaded.
“Because you
loved
me like a
father!
Because I couldn’t make you fall in love with
me
! Because you were
fucking
my
son
instead of
me
! Because you’re a whore, too! Like your mother! Don’t you see, it’s okay if you love me like a father. I still could make love to you like my mother did to me. Let me show you, Jen.”
“What? I loved you like a father? You are
my
father. The only father I’ve ever known. Dave, please, we can work this out. Please don’t do this.” I slid against the kitchen floor leaning toward the hallway entry, sobbing and gasping for air.
“I’ll shoot you! Jen, I swear to God! I’ll shoot you right in the fucking head! Right now, in front of your husband and in front of God.” He said smirking.
“Dave, please don’t!” Michael yelled.
“Get the hell out of the way you fucking coward!” he kicked Michael in the face and he banged his head against the floor. Michael’s nose began to bleed.
“You’ll have to kill me, Dave!” Michael stood up and grabbed the knife from the floor. He held his nose and wiped the blood away with his shirt. He pointed the knife to Dave’s face.
“You know you don’t even know if any of Jen’s babies were yours. There were two…two babies Michael? How do you know I haven’t been in your wife? Maybe Carl is the father? Or maybe Eddie? Oh, wait, can’t be Eddie because his head is at the airport stuck in the baggage claim belt, that’s right Michael, you’re best friend was suspicious of me, he had to die! He asked too many questions and deep down inside he wanted Jen, did you know that? Did you? You wouldn’t know, Michael, she’s very sneaky, you know? She likes it rough…doesn’t she?” he said deviously as he looked over at me with a grin from ear to ear. I could feel my panties getting wet from the urine. I couldn’t hold it.
Dave stared at me and laughed. I needed to make a move…I needed to get out of there.
“You see Jen, he believes me, not you. Something you don’t know about Michael, Jen. He’s daddy’s little boy, daddy’s little servant! Aren’t you, son?” he said showing his pearly whites to Michael.
“Now, listen Michael.” He turned to Michael, leaned over him, and spoke to him like a child. “Let’s get this over with…she’s just like the rest…she proved that when she tried to kill your first baby and lost the second baby…why do you want to be with her? She’s used up…wasted.” Michael stood staring at him then parted his lips when he heard Dave say I tried to kill his first baby. His blue-green eyes welled up with tears as he held the knife in his hand. I was so scared I was shaking uncontrollably. The urine in my bladder was releasing quickly and trickling down my thighs.
“You’re a lying bastard! You want her…you want to fuck her! You want to kill her and I’m not going to let you!” Michael charged at Dave with the knife.
“Do you think I won’t shoot you, Michael? I’ll blow your fucking head off and give it to the raccoon’s in the back to play with! You think I give a shit about you! You’re a little boy. You can’t handle a woman, that’s why I had to take your girlfriend’s away from you, Michael, you couldn’t handle them like a real man could.” he took another gun from behind his back. He pointed the gun towards Michael’s forehead, then pointed the other gun at me. Michael stopped right in front of Dave as he stared directly at him pressing his forehead against the barrel of the gun.
“Go ahead, shoot. You don’t know how to love anyone. Especially not her.” He glanced over at me.
“Boo.hoo.hoo. you’re gonna cry, Michael? Like you did when you were a teenager?” Dave’s eyes were completely black…
the eyes of a killer
.
“You’re gonna throw up when I chop up Jen, or would you like a beheading like Eddie? Or…drum roll please…this one’s for you, Jen…how about I put a bullet in her head? Huh? You’re a piece of shit like your mother! I never loved you or that whore.” he barked in Michael’s face hysterically.
Michael took a few steps back and then stretched out his arm behind him and opened the kitchen drawer by the sink and pulled out a gun. I was surprised to see that gun. I didn’t even know there was a gun in that draw. Michael stood in front of me.
“Jenesis, go to the car, now!” he shouted as he pointed the gun towards Dave.
“You’re going to hurt her Michael, I know you, why are you lying to Jen?” Dave smiled.
“No, I’m not. I’ve never hurt anyone. I just got them for you.” Michael shook his head.
“You’re just as guilty…that’s why God took your little ones away. You’re going to hurt her, and I’m going to let you.” he said calmly as sweat dripped down his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand still holding on to the gun.
I started running towards the door. I picked up the car keys then turned around to look back at Michael. Michael turned around to look at me, and I stopped at the door.
“What are you doing?” Dave asked.
“I can’t do this, Dave. Let her go!” he yelled in Dave’s face. His eyes came back to life and then he looked over at me with regret and love. Then he turned back to Dave. I stood there watching, fearing for Michael’s life, not mine, Michael’s. Even after everything he told me, everything they did to me. I just knew he loved me. It was a sick love and I couldn’t leave him there to die.
I didn’t leave. I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“Put down the gun, Michael, I’ve done everything for you, son. I always have.” Dave’s eyes narrowed and he cocked his head waiting for Michael to answer him. “I would never hurt you, you know that, she’s the enemy, not me. I’ve taken care of you all of these years, haven’t I, when your mother abandoned us?” he said patiently, trying to persuade Michael to drop his gun.
“Abandoned us? You killed my mother in front of me! You shot her in the head and then you said, “How’s that Miriam? Mimi, are you okay? And then you laughed!” Michael sighed. “Then you said, who are you going to call now? Do you remember that? Do you?” he yelled as his hands began to shake as he pointed the gun at Dave’s forehead. Then it hit me, the cold case file that was on the floor in the office that he asked me to shred read, Miriam H. Hunter,
Miriam Hearns-Hunter
…I was right, it was his mother.
Jesus, God! Who is he? Who is he?
My heart started beating wildly and I began to panic. Then, I thought to myself I can run upstairs, I can get to the house phone in the bedroom. Michael still had the gun pointing at Dave. I looked at Michael and stared at him intensely. Then I looked up at the staircase and back at Michael. He knew exactly what I was going to do. He turned to Dave and distracted him.
“You killed her, Dave, you killed her.” he whispered through gritted teeth.
“Michael, she deserved it. All women are cheaters, dirty little liars and whores who want me to rape them, who need me to hurt them…and then I go in for the kill. She was a whore, Michael, your mother was a whore, and she needed to die!” Dave said angrily as he raised his gun to Michael again. “She cheated on me with the pastor at the church. She was a dirty whore who fucked a man of the cloth. She said she needed a real man, Michael! To make her feel good. Can you believe that? So I made her feel good one night, and then I shot her right there in the kitchen in front of you. Point blank range, she didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to you. Yep, she was no good! Just like your little whore, Jenesis.” he said with an eerie calm, as he pointed the gun towards the door and fired at me, shattering the glass behind my head.
All I saw was Dave pointing the gun towards me and firing. I kneeled on the floor covering my head from the flying glass and ran up the stairs into the bedroom. I locked the bedroom door behind me, grabbed the house phone, ran into the bathroom and locked it. I dialed 911. There was no dial tone.
Oh my God…I just dug my own grave.
I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I could hear the bedroom door being kicked in. Then, the doorknob was blown off of the bathroom door, pieces of wood flying everywhere on the bathroom floor. I covered my head and jumped into the shower screaming through the tiny bathroom window as loud as I could.
“Get out of there, you whore! I have something to show you!” He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the floor and threw me on the bed. He went back into the hallway and came back dragging Michael who was in and out of consciousness. His face was bloody and his hands were covered in blood. Dave pointed his gun at me. He wanted to kill me.
I knew he wanted to kill me.
“Look, take a good look, say goodbye to your husband.” he said out of breath as he dragged Michael near the bed pointing the gun to his head.
“You don’t have to do this, please, I’ll do whatever you want.” I sobbed uncontrollably. “Please, Dave, please…don’t hurt him.” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything…just don’t hurt him.” I pleaded for Michael’s life.
“Anything? Well then, easier than I thought, take off your clothes whore. All whores have to be naked before the Lord! Now! All of them!” he demanded. He placed the gun against my head and made me strip. I was afraid to strip down because I had urinated on myself downstairs and I didn’t want him to see me like that, afraid. I stared at Dave as I unbuttoned my blouse. My lips quivered as my body shook.
“Thank you sweetheart, continue…” he whispered softly, pointing the gun to Michael’s head. I pleaded with my eyes and, I stopped unbuttoning my blouse. I looked over at Michael, and then I heard Dave cock the gun back.
“Do you think I’m playing with you, bitch?” he smiled.
“Okay, okay…” I cried as I removed my blouse. “Please Dave, don’t make me do this. I love you, please.” I begged.
“Shhh…you’re ruining the moment. Slowly… all of them sweet cheeks.” Dave said as he gave me a sinister grin.
Dave took Michael’s face and made him look at me as I removed my clothes. I stood there naked, then Dave walked up to me.
“You’re so beautiful Jen. Just the way I imagined. Perky tits, plump round ass, tender pussy.” He slid his hand between my legs and placed his finger inside of me. I flinched and closed my eyes.
“No…please…no…don’t do this Dave, please…don’t. I’m begging you, please.” I sobbed hysterically. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. He grabbed me harder between my legs and shoved his finger inside of me.
“Don’t make me hurt you. I know you like it rough. But I want to take it slow.” He whispered in my ear. “Hmmm…exactly how I imagined, warm and wet.” He shook his head. He didn’t realized I had just peed on myself. “You are a whore! Congratulations. And you like it! Say it, bitch! Say you like it.” he yelled in my face. My face tensed up and I felt my stomach wince. There wasn’t a time in my life when I felt like I needed my father, but this time, so help me God…
I was screaming his name internally.