Cursed or Unlucky
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Please Note: The story recommended below was the one I was going to recommend last chapter until I saw rabbitluver98061's story. So since this is a new chapter I've decided to put it up now. I hope readers will give those I recommend a look see when they have free time. The next chapter will have a new story to read.
Story to Read: Mr. President (Codename: Kids Next Door) by LovelyNancy
Penance 6: For Children
Candy lay in bed sobbing hours later at 11pm. Stuart had beaten her again. But this time he had also stuck his hand under her shirt. This scared her more than anything.
"Candy?" Libby asked from outside her daughter's room door, "can I come in?"
Candy quickly wiped away her tears. But when she noticed her face in the mirror, she knew that wouldn't work.
"Come in," Candy said in a shaky voice, her back now to the door.
Mrs. Libby Neutron stepped into her daughter's room and walked up to her.
"Candy," Libby said gently, "what's wrong?" she asked.
"I want to be home schooled," Candy said suddenly.
"What?" Libby asked her.
"Please don't send me back to school," Candy begged and turned around, "I'll do anything mom, anything," she told her mother.
"Your eyes are swollen," Libby said incredulously, "how long have you been crying, who's been troubling you?" she demanded.
"Stuart," Candy revealed and broke down into tears.
Libby hugged her daughter and comforted her until she calmed down.
"Just lie down honey," Libby said kindly, "I promise if you feel the same tomorrow I'll talk to your father," she told her daughter.
"Thank you mummy," Candy said gratefully and pulled up the covers of her bed.
"Your welcome honey," Libby said and exited her daughter's bedroom.
Libby quickly headed to the phone in the living room. She dialled a number and waited.
"Hello," a female voice happily.
"I'll like to speak to Mr. Forester Green," Libby said seriously.
There was silence on the other line.
"Please hold," the female said formally.
Libby waited impatiently.
"Who is this?" Mr. Green asked in an annoyed tone.
"This is Mrs. Neutron," Libby responded.
Mr. Green sighed.
"My daughter's crying her eyes out Mr. Green," Libby said seriously, "this isn't regular teasing," she said to him.
"I know it's super teasing," Mr. Green responded, "what do you want from me lady?"
"Don't patronize me," Libby said angrily, "I don't need attitude from you Forester," she told him.
"It's Mr. Green, Mrs. Neutron," Forester said seriously, "I've told you that."
"You don't go around saying it's because I'm black," Libby countered.
"Hey listen to me you…" Mr. Green exploded, "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer," he said instead, "I'm an open and proud racist," he told her.
"Too bad being racist isn't illegal," Libby said darkly.
"As long as I don't use it to operate my business I'm in the clear legally," Mr. Green said proudly.
"Almost everyone who works at your factory is white," Libby pointed out.
"Because the blacks don't want to work there," Mr. Green responded, "they don't like working with or under a racist," he said simply.
"Can you blame them?" Libby demanded.
"Then don't blame me," Mr. Green said.
"I can blame you as much as I want," Libby snapped.
"Listen to me nigger, I don't have…" Mr. Green started.
"I know you didn't call me a nigger again you white cocksickle!" Libby exploded.
This was Libby's vital mistake. The most racial thing she had ever called Mr. Green was cracker. And he saw that as a compliment. However, he never reacted well to racial slurs thrown at him that he found neither funny nor complimentary.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME NIGGER CUNT BITCH!" Mr. Green completely exploded, "SAY IT AGAIN!" he screamed.
Libby was so frightened by his response she hung up. The phone rang. Libby never answered it.
It was 2 a.m. when James reached his home. He had been driving around for hours thinking about what Mrs. Vortex had said. Could Libby have hidden this from him? He calculated the time Mrs. Vortex had told him. At that point he and Libby were together. Would Libby really be that desperate to keep him? Even before they got married? He kept telling himself no. But the question never stopped. Worse he now knew that he had two kids he never knew of. Two kids born to a half brother and sister.
Would it even be right telling them? There's no winner here. They lost their major parent. Lost her to some guy who they probably considered more of a father than him even though he only fathered their little sister. I still haven't heard anything explaining why he did it. That Kit Weederman. What a horrible bastard. – James
James exited his car and took out his keys to enter his house. He opened the door and entered.
"Libby I'm home," James said in case she was still up.
James headed for the living room. He could hear the television. His heart stopped when he saw what was on. Then he saw Libby sitting on the floor in front of the television, frozen.
"Libby," James said softly.
"She's dead," Libby said in an empty voice.
"I know," James said and Libby turned around in surprise, "I saw it on the news at work," he told her.
"It says that the father of her youngest child Libian killed her," Libby said, "and just now it was revealed that he had sexually molested one of his sons and that ex-wife threatened to tell both his current wife and Cindy," she told James, "according to the reporter that it was no rumour that he had strong feelings for Cindy even though they never married."
"I never heard that on the radio," James stated.
"You wouldn't," Libby responded, "it was just revealed by this reporter, the other networks should soon pick up on it," she added.
"I think I might have two teenage kids," James said suddenly.
Libby turned to look at James.
He knows? – Libby
"Did you?" James asked her, "did you know about it?"
"Yes," Libby admitted, "nine years."
"So Mrs. Vortex was right!" James exploded, "you knew this for years!" he shouted.
"Mrs. Vortex!" Libby cried incredulously, "that lady knew about it before me!"
"What!" James shouted.
"She threatened me when I asked her about Cindy," Libby revealed, "about destroying me if I destroyed her, or embarrassed her, or…whatever."
"She threatened you?" James asked darkly.
"Don't go near her Jimmy," Libby pleaded, "she only bears out misery," she told him.
"Heh, I haven't been called that in a while," James said with a smile, "but I wish you had told me."
"I'm sorry," Libby apologized, "can you forgive me?" she begged.
James kissed her lovingly on the lips.
"Already done," James told her.
"Thank you," Libby said gratefully.
Shit. I forgot to tell him about Candy. – Libby
"Um Candy doesn't want to go to public school anymore," Libby told him.
"She can stay home today," James said with a sigh, "I think it's been stressful on all of us," he said and went to sit on the sofa.
Libby thought about telling him about Candy being teased again.
I can tell him about it later. – Libby.
It was about 5 a.m. in the morning as Sheen rose off the sofa at the Simmons residence and went to get some water.
It was a stressful time. Libian was found hiding behind a cardboard box in a lonely part of another town. Kit had locked her in the car and told her to wait. But Libian started coughing and didn't like how she felt. She eventually broke the passenger window and got out. Turns out that Carbon Monoxide was leaking into the car. Sheen, Carolyn and Jim found her at around 8pm after scouring everywhere they could think of for Kit's car. It was Sheen who had instinctively decided to search for Kit's car in hopes that they would either find Libian alive or at least give her body a proper burial. When they found the car empty they hoped that the bloodied broken window was of Libby's doing. They later found her but she was ill from exposure to the carbon monoxide. Now they were home but Libian remained at the hospital. Sheen insisted that both go home and decided that he'd stay with them for protection. Jim was unhappy about it but since Sheen was a 'family friend', and Carolyn decided to confirm it to neighbours. He was able to stay.
Jim was there.
"What do you want?" Jim demanded.
"Water," Sheen responded and got a glass.
Jim just watched him.
After Sheen washed out the glass he simply walked out the kitchen.
Carolyn entered the kitchen. She noticed her brother and opted to ignore him. She was still angry that he didn't like Sheen. Even the death of their own mother couldn't curb his attitude to anything not normal in or according to his universe.
"Sheen helped us find Libian," Carolyn finally spoke, "why can't you like him?"
"I don't like him," Jim said simply, "he looks like he's some murderous drug addict you brought in to be your boyfriend," he told her.
"He's thirty!" Carolyn shouted.
"You know his age?" Jim asked.
"Mom's thirty too you nitwit," Carolyn snapped.
"Don't call me nitwit bitch," Jim snapped back.
"There's only one bitch here," Sheen said as he re-entered the kitchen, "are you going to keep attacking your sister 'cause she's different from you?" he asked Jim, "from what I've been told I think you and most of the population have punished her enough already," he told Jim.
"Get lost," Jim told him.
Sheen walked right up to him.
"Make me," Sheen responded, "because I would've put you outside already if you weren't Cindy's kid," he told him.
"I'd just go by the neighbours," Jim said simply.
"In your birthday suit?" Sheen asked.
"If you dare…!" Jim started to explode.
Sheen grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the fridge. Carolyn cried out and stepped back horrified.
"I could break your mother fucking neck in several places right now, punk," Sheen snarled, "don't fuck with me," he whispered into Jim's ear then kneed him in the belly.
Jim slowly slid to the ground groaning and coughing after Sheen let him go.
"Stop crying," Sheen ordered.
Carolyn obeyed immediately. Wiping her face and looking at Sheen fearfully.
"I'm not going to hit you Carolyn," Sheen told her and turned to her, "not even if I were to kill you," he added and gently stroked her hair.
What the hell did I get us into? – Carolyn.
Meanwhile Forester Green sat in his Mustang and drank liquor. He was still furious about that Libby.
Worthless nigger. How dare she! She'll pay dearly for her disrespect. – Forester
Forester had already thoroughly beaten his son.
Idiot. Touching some nigger's daughter. I taught him better sense. Better respect for himself. Worse I might soon have that black woman and her traitorous Caucasian husband on me. – Forester
He knew he couldn't make this go away. The Neutrons wouldn't want money. But he had a plan to make this go down easier. He'd just beat the Neutron's to his son's school and have Stuart confess. If the authorities got involved, this would at least guarantee a level of leniency.
Done
Graphic chapter, yeah. Or Graphic-ish, it depends who I'm communicating with. Thank you for reading and please review.