It wasn't more than ten minutes later that she heard the voice through the
door. She never even heard him approach, just his voice low through the
wood. He didn't yell. Or whisper. He growled like a dog at the end of its
chain.
"Hey. Girl. I wanna make somethin' very clear. Ya hurt my family....you hurt mikey..and I'll make you real sorry. No one messes with my family. No one. Ya got that, you little punk?'
Jessie didn't answer just closed her eyes.
"I know ya can hear me....I know."
Nothing.
One thud like a fist against a door, and then silence.
Jessie kept her eyes closed.
*****
She knew she was dreaming. She was walking down her street, and of course she was dreaming because she never did that anymore. It was the one place she never went. He may be gone, but then again maybe the monster was never really gone.
/Lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Put me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead singin'/
Up ahead of her, a woman with the same long dark hair as herself. Older, but lovely and laughing. She was walking with a bag over one arm, her sundress bright in the morning air, and her head held high . She was watching the birds.
"MOM!" Jessie yelled and began to run. She found herself having a hard time catching up, why was she go damned slow?
/Come out of things unsaid Shoot, an apple off my head. And the Trouble that cant be named The tiger's waiting to be tamed singin'/
The woman never turned, simply started up the stairs of the old apartment building and Jesise thought *Don't mom. He's in there, and if you go in you'll get sick. You'll get the cancer and then you'll die and leave me alone with him. Don't, please mom....*
/You are You are/
The woman vanished inside, and Jessie began up the stairs. It wasn't until she started to climb them that she realized why she was so slow, what the problem was.
She was a child again. No more than six. Little short skinny legs, and jeans too big for her almost ill-looking frame. She never got enough to eat, even here in her home. No, he got it all. It went right in his pocket.
/Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks Gonna come back and take you home I could not stop but you now know, singin'/
If she could catch her, she could change this. She could make it all not happen, and they could get away. Call Jeanine before Kevin Walker made his wife stop their friendship, Before Jessie could lean how all fathers did not love their children,. Before the streets, before being a thief, before shadow and rabbit...yes she'd even give them up right now.....before all of it could happen. Call her and get in her car and go to Northampton and be safe. be home.
/Come out upon my seas, Curse missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure Or am I part of the disease, singin'/
*I don't wanna survive. I don't wanna get by. I wanna live, momma. I want to really really live.*
/You are, you are, you are You are
Nothing else compares. Oh, no nothing else compares Oh, no nothing else compares
You are You are/
She came into the hall, running as fast as she legs could go, and she couldn't see her momma anywhere. She couldn't see anything at all, and then she ran smack into a pair of legs and felt something wet her hair. The sickening smell of old cheep beer and sweat came to her, and her body reacted both in fear and with a horrible deep sadness like a sickness. It made her feel old and weak. *Here it comes. Here it comes, be ready.* And then *At least she died early. At least she went to heaven and never saw most of this. At least she got to go home.*
/Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go/
Kevin's cold voice above her "You made me spill my beer Jessie! You can't watch where your goin'?" The blow came so fast she never saw it "You're so damned stupid girl. Why the hell couldn't I have a son? " Again, over the left side of her head throwing her back . She tried to curl up, and he punched her in the stomach "Gotta talk to you up close Jessie. Gotta correct you right. Get over here."
/Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go/[1]
*He'll kill me* he picked up her too small frame and threw her against the wall where she slid down, tasting blood and hardly feeling the pain. And then a cold voice in her mind as cold as her fathers *No...No Jess. Don't let him. He wants too. Piss him off. Live.*
****
She sat up in the dark, and her head screamed in pain. He must have hit her up against the wall harder than she had known. She wanted to scream, but what came out was a low growl like an animal making a challenge "I won't die you son of a bitch!"
But she was laying on something soft, even as she felt tears on her face. She looked around in the dark, lowering herself gently back to try and ease her moaning head. She could see the little low table as her eyes adjusted.
"He's dead" She whispered. "He's dead, and I'm with the mutants. I'm okay. I'm ok."
She was far from ok, though. Her heart pounded as her head did, and she gave in, allowing herself to cry softly in the dark. Everything....the events of the last few days, the physical pain, and the memories all crashed against her. She needed an out.
She didn't hear the door click open.
******
AN I am thinking of starting a turtles online rpg. Story format style, each person writes for a character. I'm curious to know who would be interested in playing. Any takers? E-mail me at Raven_Summersong@Yahoo.com
----------------------- [1] "Clocks", by Coldplay
"Hey. Girl. I wanna make somethin' very clear. Ya hurt my family....you hurt mikey..and I'll make you real sorry. No one messes with my family. No one. Ya got that, you little punk?'
Jessie didn't answer just closed her eyes.
"I know ya can hear me....I know."
Nothing.
One thud like a fist against a door, and then silence.
Jessie kept her eyes closed.
*****
She knew she was dreaming. She was walking down her street, and of course she was dreaming because she never did that anymore. It was the one place she never went. He may be gone, but then again maybe the monster was never really gone.
/Lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Put me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead singin'/
Up ahead of her, a woman with the same long dark hair as herself. Older, but lovely and laughing. She was walking with a bag over one arm, her sundress bright in the morning air, and her head held high . She was watching the birds.
"MOM!" Jessie yelled and began to run. She found herself having a hard time catching up, why was she go damned slow?
/Come out of things unsaid Shoot, an apple off my head. And the Trouble that cant be named The tiger's waiting to be tamed singin'/
The woman never turned, simply started up the stairs of the old apartment building and Jesise thought *Don't mom. He's in there, and if you go in you'll get sick. You'll get the cancer and then you'll die and leave me alone with him. Don't, please mom....*
/You are You are/
The woman vanished inside, and Jessie began up the stairs. It wasn't until she started to climb them that she realized why she was so slow, what the problem was.
She was a child again. No more than six. Little short skinny legs, and jeans too big for her almost ill-looking frame. She never got enough to eat, even here in her home. No, he got it all. It went right in his pocket.
/Confusion never stops Closing walls and ticking clocks Gonna come back and take you home I could not stop but you now know, singin'/
If she could catch her, she could change this. She could make it all not happen, and they could get away. Call Jeanine before Kevin Walker made his wife stop their friendship, Before Jessie could lean how all fathers did not love their children,. Before the streets, before being a thief, before shadow and rabbit...yes she'd even give them up right now.....before all of it could happen. Call her and get in her car and go to Northampton and be safe. be home.
/Come out upon my seas, Curse missed opportunities Am I a part of the cure Or am I part of the disease, singin'/
*I don't wanna survive. I don't wanna get by. I wanna live, momma. I want to really really live.*
/You are, you are, you are You are
Nothing else compares. Oh, no nothing else compares Oh, no nothing else compares
You are You are/
She came into the hall, running as fast as she legs could go, and she couldn't see her momma anywhere. She couldn't see anything at all, and then she ran smack into a pair of legs and felt something wet her hair. The sickening smell of old cheep beer and sweat came to her, and her body reacted both in fear and with a horrible deep sadness like a sickness. It made her feel old and weak. *Here it comes. Here it comes, be ready.* And then *At least she died early. At least she went to heaven and never saw most of this. At least she got to go home.*
/Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go/
Kevin's cold voice above her "You made me spill my beer Jessie! You can't watch where your goin'?" The blow came so fast she never saw it "You're so damned stupid girl. Why the hell couldn't I have a son? " Again, over the left side of her head throwing her back . She tried to curl up, and he punched her in the stomach "Gotta talk to you up close Jessie. Gotta correct you right. Get over here."
/Home, home where I wanted to go Home, home where I wanted to go/[1]
*He'll kill me* he picked up her too small frame and threw her against the wall where she slid down, tasting blood and hardly feeling the pain. And then a cold voice in her mind as cold as her fathers *No...No Jess. Don't let him. He wants too. Piss him off. Live.*
****
She sat up in the dark, and her head screamed in pain. He must have hit her up against the wall harder than she had known. She wanted to scream, but what came out was a low growl like an animal making a challenge "I won't die you son of a bitch!"
But she was laying on something soft, even as she felt tears on her face. She looked around in the dark, lowering herself gently back to try and ease her moaning head. She could see the little low table as her eyes adjusted.
"He's dead" She whispered. "He's dead, and I'm with the mutants. I'm okay. I'm ok."
She was far from ok, though. Her heart pounded as her head did, and she gave in, allowing herself to cry softly in the dark. Everything....the events of the last few days, the physical pain, and the memories all crashed against her. She needed an out.
She didn't hear the door click open.
******
AN I am thinking of starting a turtles online rpg. Story format style, each person writes for a character. I'm curious to know who would be interested in playing. Any takers? E-mail me at Raven_Summersong@Yahoo.com
----------------------- [1] "Clocks", by Coldplay
