Opening her eyes, she stared at her tied hands. Along with her feet which held her to a pole that was being carried by two decaying corpuses.
Hanging from the pole, "Why did I get myself into this?" she wondered.
As decaying feet splashed against water, her mind drifted back to her trailer in Tulfort, Oklahoma.
Staring at the sweet covered sheets that covered Hector's naked body, "So this is how low one can go without the help of drugs and alcohol," she thought rubbing her temples.
Staring at the digital clock, she slid out from under the sheets and got up. Another night of rough sex registered through her body as her bare feet carried her to the bathroom. Closing the door, her hand searched for the light switch. Cursing to herself for living in this trailer most of her young adulthood, still she can't find the light switch. Finding it, she flipped it up. Turning the light on, her eyes blinked to the shift of brightness.
Leaning against the edge of the sink, she stared at the naked bruised neck woman in the mirror. This sight nearly caused her fist to be slammed into the mirror. Shredding her hand would only bring the punching action of Hector's fists and needing her body in one piece to dance, she was deterred from this action. Vanity proved that she still lived, however philosophy didn't fill Hector's appetite and neither did sex.
The finger marks on her neck were just latest enhancement of Hector's ego left on her body. The marks and bruises gave him excitement along with an erection and some how this was to improve his self worth. All she got was pain.
Brushing her teeth, "Where did this psyobabble come from?" she thought spitting into the sink.
Having a string of bad relationships since her first love, Charles Thorpe, left her and now she was questioning about the current mistake. Sexual commitment was the only thing she wanted.
"Bull shit!" yelled her voice of criticism.
"Shut up," she answered back slipping into a white T-shirt.
"Face it, sister. You miss him."
Zipping and buttoning her blue jeans "Miss who?" she thought turning the light off, "Never mind," leaving the bathroom, "Going to be late," grabbing the gym bag from the kitchen table.
Locking the front door struck as being funny since Hector was only going to unlock it.
Sliding behind the steering wheel, she placed the gym bag onto the passenger seat. Unzipping the side pocket, she pulled out a necklace chain that held a three jumping dolphins ring. Placing it around her neck, memories that used to produce tears would flow through her skull.
Sure Charlie was her first love, but the ring didn't come from him. The one who brought it just wanted to give her some happiness for once in her life. Three years past since he left like all the rest. Maybe the ring should've stayed at the pawnshop where Hector left it. Could've thrown it away.
Starting the car up, "Can't dwell on it now," she reasoned putting on her seatbelt, "Working girl needs to earn some dough," putting the car into reverse and driving out of the trailer park driveway.
