Alicia's Revenge: Chapter Eight
Alicia was sitting across the street from Bosco and Faith's. She already had a cab waiting, in case they decided to go anywhere. She had gotten her hands on some extra money. She hated to have sex for money, but when the choice was that or eating...well, she took eating. The gross part was that she was filthy and hadn't showered for days. Some people just didn't care.
At least tonight she would be able to sleep in a cheap motel instead of the park. She was getting impatient. She was rewarded a few minutes later, however, as Maurice and Faith and the kids came out and got into their mustang and drove away. She had told the cab to follow the car to its destination.
Maurice and Faith stopped at a sweet little duplex in Queens and a black couple came out to get the kids. There wasn't any trouble dropping them off. The two of them were running up the driveway and waving. They must really like those people, she thought to herself.
She asked the driver to write down the address for her while she memorized every detail of the house. The driver threw a pen and pad in the backseat. He wasn't doing any extras.
Alicia gave the cabbie a second address. As they started out, Alicia stared out the window. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Just a small breeze and the smell of summer. The hot pavement, the icecream vendors and the cotton candy made her mouth water. She really loved these days. In the institution she hardly ever got to smell those smells or even spend a lot of time outside.
The cab dropped her off at Rose Boscorelli's home. Alicia walked up to the front door and tried it. It was open. She turned the knob and stepped inside. The house was nicely decorated. Not money decorated...more like cheaply decorated. But it was still nicer than any place Alicia had ever lived when she was growing up.
She passed by the livingroom, complete with its couch and chair set, ottoman, and large piano. It was dark in there because the drapes had been shut.
She continued down the long hall. There were pictures covering the walls. Maurice and Faith and the kids. Pictures of Faith alone, Maurice alone and of each of the kids. Separately and together. A couple of Mikey and one or two of Rose.
Rose was in the kitchen sitting at the table. She had an almost empty bottle of liquor, which she was refilling. She was so drunk that she didn't even notice Alicia standing there.
Alicia was a little pissed. She wanted to be able to see the look of fear in Rose's eyes when she spoke to her. It wasn't going to happen this way. Still, maybe this was a good thing. Rose wouldn't remember her being here...would she? Nah. Probably not. The old birds as drunk as a boot.
Alicia walked over to the liquor cabnet and took out another bottle. She set it down in front of Rose. Rose looked up at her, not even a hint of recognition as to who it was. Alicia filled the glass and held it up to her lips. She held her head firmly, dispite the complaning. It was choking her. In between glasses, Rose gasped and tried to fight Alicia off. But the other woman was stronger, and could easialy outdo her.
Again and again Alicia poured the burning liquid down Rose's throat. After a while, Rose's hands fell onto the table. Her fight was over. She slumped over in her seat. She had passed out. But it was for the last time.
Alicia hovered over her almost dead body. " You just had to stick your nose in where it didn't belong...didn't you? You JUST HAD to take their side!" Alicia said, almost in a whisper, as she accused Rose.
She sat down across the table and drummed her fingertips across the surface. " I was supposed to be your daughter-in-law! Not that witch Faith!" she spat.
With every breath, she was getting more and more wound up. She felt a terrible surge of anger over come her. She stood up and clenched her fists.
" WELL! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT NOW? YOU OLD ROTTEN WITCH! YOU HAD ALMOST THREE YEARS WITH MY SON! MY SON! WELL, NO MORE! NO MORE! I'M GONNA GET MY SON AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN...OR ANYONE ELSE!" Alicia screamed, a high pitched howl.
It was no use! The woman couldn't understand a word that was coming out of her mouth. Alicia snorted, disgusted with Rose's weakness. That was one woman that had REAL problems. Glad I'm not her, she thought to herself.
She knew she had to get out of there before someone came over, but she couldn't give up the chance for a nice hot shower. She quickly ran upstairs and went into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and got inside. The hot water on her skin felt heavenly. She shampooed and conditioned her hair and scrubbed her body clean. Then she hopped out and towel dried her hair.
She didn't feel like getting back into those filthy clothes so she went into Rose's bedroom and went through the closets. Rose had many fine clothes. But they were all dressy ones. Alicia decided to put on a pair of shorts and a halter top and then take some warmer ones for another time.
Dressed and feeling refreshed, Alicia bounded down the stairs, her brown hair flowing loosly about her shoulders. She looked like a girl getting ready to go out on a date, instead of the murderous psychopath she really was.
She walked back into the kitchen and looked at Rose. She had vomited all over herself and was now lying face down on the kitchen floor. Alicia went over to her and felt for a pulse. There was none. Satisfied, Alicia called herself a cab and went outside to wait.
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The cab dropped her off a few houses down from the Davis's. She knew she was taking an incredible chance, coming here like this. She didn't know when Maurice and faith would be coming back, nor did she know how she would get to see Dallas without being discovered. The chances of her getting caught were very high and even though she knew she shouldn't be there, she couldn't stop herself.
But the mentally ill weren't exactly known for thinking things through in a logical way. It was more like hit and miss.
Alicia walked toward the trees that were surrounding the yard. She could hear voices of small children. She quickened her step and ducked into the trees, where she could hide and watch.
She saw Dallas and his sister playing with squirt guns in the backyard. They were running around and squirting each other in the face and giggling. Their faces were covered with red dye. Probably kool-aid. They both had on bathing suits and sunscreen was smothered over thier bodies.
Alicia watched in fascination. Her son was so beautiful! He looked like a living doll...his features were perfect. He was the most beautiful child she had ever seen. She sighed, wishing she could just jump out of her hiding place and go hug him. It was hard for her to be this close and not reach out. Her arms ached to hold her little boy.
The man and woman were sitting on lawn chairs watching the kids. They obviously were keeping an eye on them. When they went too far out of the yard, the tall black man immediately stood up and strode over to them. It wasn't going to be easy to get to Dallas now.
Alicia retraced her steps and went around to the front of the house. She needed to look inside. She was hoping that they would put the kids down for a nap soon and she would be able to see Dallas up close.
She found that the front door was open. Some people were too trusting! Leaving your front door unlocked like that! They were begging to have someone teach them a lesson. She opened the door and snuck inside. There weren't any bedrooms on the ground floor so she decided to go upstairs and look. She walked past the master bedroom and down the hall. There was a smaller room with pale pink walls. It had a nice blue comforter set. It also had a snoopy mobile. It looked like this would be the place to have them nap.
She no sooner had stepped inside, when she heard voices. They were coming upstairs! She quickly ducked into the closet, praying that they didn't find her there.
She crouched down, barely breathing. Her heart was pounding for more than one reason. She was almost faint with the prospect of getting caught, but also because she was about to see her son up close. Real close.
The man and woman tucked the kids in and left the room, shutting the door softly. Alicia waited a few minutes before slowly opening the door. Dallas was looking right at her. He hadn't fallen asleep. His eyes widened when she stepped out of the closet, but he didn't cry out.
Alicia walked toward the bed and sat on the side. " Hi, Dallas. Do you know who I am?" she asked, running her hand through his blond hair.
He shook his head. He didn't know what to make of her. He was suspicious, but not afraid.
" I'm your mommy. I havn't seen you for a long time. But I want you to know that I love you very much." she said softly.
He still stared. The little girl was fast asleep beside him. Curled up on her side. Dallas moved closer to her, as if trying to protect her from this stranger.
" Mommy not here". he said, now frightened. His big blue eyes were widened and tearing over. She was a stranger and he just wasn't comfortable around her yet. She could tell that he was about to scream. She had to get out of there.
Alicia leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. " Ok, I have to go now, but I want to give you a little present first" she said, hoping that would keep him calm for a minute.
He watched her as she took a bracelet out of the pocket of her shorts and fastened it around his wrist. It had small charms over it. It had been given to her by her grandmother and it was special. But Dallas needed it more. He needed something to remind him of her.
He shook it around, amused by the tinkling sound the charms made. Alicia patted his head and smiled. " I'll see you later. Mommy will come back and see you soon, okay?" she said, stroking his cheek.
He was too busy playing with the charms to notice. She got up and went to the door. She looked out into the hall and saw no one. Careful not to make any noise, Alicia walked down the carpeted stairway and stood at the bottom. Suddenly she heard voices. The man and woman were coming in from the patio.
Alicia panicked and bolted out the front door and headed for the woods.
Ty heard the front door slam shut. He turned to Sasha. " You hear that?" he asked. She nodded, suddenly frightened.
He ran through the kitchen, out into the front hallway. There was no one there. He opened the door and peared outside. No one.
Sasha came up behind him. " Who was it? Did you see anything?" she asked anxiously.
He shook his head. " No. Nothing. But someone was in here." he said, puzzled.
As if lightning had struck, Ty and Sasha looked at each other. " The kids!"
Alicia was sitting across the street from Bosco and Faith's. She already had a cab waiting, in case they decided to go anywhere. She had gotten her hands on some extra money. She hated to have sex for money, but when the choice was that or eating...well, she took eating. The gross part was that she was filthy and hadn't showered for days. Some people just didn't care.
At least tonight she would be able to sleep in a cheap motel instead of the park. She was getting impatient. She was rewarded a few minutes later, however, as Maurice and Faith and the kids came out and got into their mustang and drove away. She had told the cab to follow the car to its destination.
Maurice and Faith stopped at a sweet little duplex in Queens and a black couple came out to get the kids. There wasn't any trouble dropping them off. The two of them were running up the driveway and waving. They must really like those people, she thought to herself.
She asked the driver to write down the address for her while she memorized every detail of the house. The driver threw a pen and pad in the backseat. He wasn't doing any extras.
Alicia gave the cabbie a second address. As they started out, Alicia stared out the window. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. Just a small breeze and the smell of summer. The hot pavement, the icecream vendors and the cotton candy made her mouth water. She really loved these days. In the institution she hardly ever got to smell those smells or even spend a lot of time outside.
The cab dropped her off at Rose Boscorelli's home. Alicia walked up to the front door and tried it. It was open. She turned the knob and stepped inside. The house was nicely decorated. Not money decorated...more like cheaply decorated. But it was still nicer than any place Alicia had ever lived when she was growing up.
She passed by the livingroom, complete with its couch and chair set, ottoman, and large piano. It was dark in there because the drapes had been shut.
She continued down the long hall. There were pictures covering the walls. Maurice and Faith and the kids. Pictures of Faith alone, Maurice alone and of each of the kids. Separately and together. A couple of Mikey and one or two of Rose.
Rose was in the kitchen sitting at the table. She had an almost empty bottle of liquor, which she was refilling. She was so drunk that she didn't even notice Alicia standing there.
Alicia was a little pissed. She wanted to be able to see the look of fear in Rose's eyes when she spoke to her. It wasn't going to happen this way. Still, maybe this was a good thing. Rose wouldn't remember her being here...would she? Nah. Probably not. The old birds as drunk as a boot.
Alicia walked over to the liquor cabnet and took out another bottle. She set it down in front of Rose. Rose looked up at her, not even a hint of recognition as to who it was. Alicia filled the glass and held it up to her lips. She held her head firmly, dispite the complaning. It was choking her. In between glasses, Rose gasped and tried to fight Alicia off. But the other woman was stronger, and could easialy outdo her.
Again and again Alicia poured the burning liquid down Rose's throat. After a while, Rose's hands fell onto the table. Her fight was over. She slumped over in her seat. She had passed out. But it was for the last time.
Alicia hovered over her almost dead body. " You just had to stick your nose in where it didn't belong...didn't you? You JUST HAD to take their side!" Alicia said, almost in a whisper, as she accused Rose.
She sat down across the table and drummed her fingertips across the surface. " I was supposed to be your daughter-in-law! Not that witch Faith!" she spat.
With every breath, she was getting more and more wound up. She felt a terrible surge of anger over come her. She stood up and clenched her fists.
" WELL! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT NOW? YOU OLD ROTTEN WITCH! YOU HAD ALMOST THREE YEARS WITH MY SON! MY SON! WELL, NO MORE! NO MORE! I'M GONNA GET MY SON AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN...OR ANYONE ELSE!" Alicia screamed, a high pitched howl.
It was no use! The woman couldn't understand a word that was coming out of her mouth. Alicia snorted, disgusted with Rose's weakness. That was one woman that had REAL problems. Glad I'm not her, she thought to herself.
She knew she had to get out of there before someone came over, but she couldn't give up the chance for a nice hot shower. She quickly ran upstairs and went into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and got inside. The hot water on her skin felt heavenly. She shampooed and conditioned her hair and scrubbed her body clean. Then she hopped out and towel dried her hair.
She didn't feel like getting back into those filthy clothes so she went into Rose's bedroom and went through the closets. Rose had many fine clothes. But they were all dressy ones. Alicia decided to put on a pair of shorts and a halter top and then take some warmer ones for another time.
Dressed and feeling refreshed, Alicia bounded down the stairs, her brown hair flowing loosly about her shoulders. She looked like a girl getting ready to go out on a date, instead of the murderous psychopath she really was.
She walked back into the kitchen and looked at Rose. She had vomited all over herself and was now lying face down on the kitchen floor. Alicia went over to her and felt for a pulse. There was none. Satisfied, Alicia called herself a cab and went outside to wait.
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The cab dropped her off a few houses down from the Davis's. She knew she was taking an incredible chance, coming here like this. She didn't know when Maurice and faith would be coming back, nor did she know how she would get to see Dallas without being discovered. The chances of her getting caught were very high and even though she knew she shouldn't be there, she couldn't stop herself.
But the mentally ill weren't exactly known for thinking things through in a logical way. It was more like hit and miss.
Alicia walked toward the trees that were surrounding the yard. She could hear voices of small children. She quickened her step and ducked into the trees, where she could hide and watch.
She saw Dallas and his sister playing with squirt guns in the backyard. They were running around and squirting each other in the face and giggling. Their faces were covered with red dye. Probably kool-aid. They both had on bathing suits and sunscreen was smothered over thier bodies.
Alicia watched in fascination. Her son was so beautiful! He looked like a living doll...his features were perfect. He was the most beautiful child she had ever seen. She sighed, wishing she could just jump out of her hiding place and go hug him. It was hard for her to be this close and not reach out. Her arms ached to hold her little boy.
The man and woman were sitting on lawn chairs watching the kids. They obviously were keeping an eye on them. When they went too far out of the yard, the tall black man immediately stood up and strode over to them. It wasn't going to be easy to get to Dallas now.
Alicia retraced her steps and went around to the front of the house. She needed to look inside. She was hoping that they would put the kids down for a nap soon and she would be able to see Dallas up close.
She found that the front door was open. Some people were too trusting! Leaving your front door unlocked like that! They were begging to have someone teach them a lesson. She opened the door and snuck inside. There weren't any bedrooms on the ground floor so she decided to go upstairs and look. She walked past the master bedroom and down the hall. There was a smaller room with pale pink walls. It had a nice blue comforter set. It also had a snoopy mobile. It looked like this would be the place to have them nap.
She no sooner had stepped inside, when she heard voices. They were coming upstairs! She quickly ducked into the closet, praying that they didn't find her there.
She crouched down, barely breathing. Her heart was pounding for more than one reason. She was almost faint with the prospect of getting caught, but also because she was about to see her son up close. Real close.
The man and woman tucked the kids in and left the room, shutting the door softly. Alicia waited a few minutes before slowly opening the door. Dallas was looking right at her. He hadn't fallen asleep. His eyes widened when she stepped out of the closet, but he didn't cry out.
Alicia walked toward the bed and sat on the side. " Hi, Dallas. Do you know who I am?" she asked, running her hand through his blond hair.
He shook his head. He didn't know what to make of her. He was suspicious, but not afraid.
" I'm your mommy. I havn't seen you for a long time. But I want you to know that I love you very much." she said softly.
He still stared. The little girl was fast asleep beside him. Curled up on her side. Dallas moved closer to her, as if trying to protect her from this stranger.
" Mommy not here". he said, now frightened. His big blue eyes were widened and tearing over. She was a stranger and he just wasn't comfortable around her yet. She could tell that he was about to scream. She had to get out of there.
Alicia leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. " Ok, I have to go now, but I want to give you a little present first" she said, hoping that would keep him calm for a minute.
He watched her as she took a bracelet out of the pocket of her shorts and fastened it around his wrist. It had small charms over it. It had been given to her by her grandmother and it was special. But Dallas needed it more. He needed something to remind him of her.
He shook it around, amused by the tinkling sound the charms made. Alicia patted his head and smiled. " I'll see you later. Mommy will come back and see you soon, okay?" she said, stroking his cheek.
He was too busy playing with the charms to notice. She got up and went to the door. She looked out into the hall and saw no one. Careful not to make any noise, Alicia walked down the carpeted stairway and stood at the bottom. Suddenly she heard voices. The man and woman were coming in from the patio.
Alicia panicked and bolted out the front door and headed for the woods.
Ty heard the front door slam shut. He turned to Sasha. " You hear that?" he asked. She nodded, suddenly frightened.
He ran through the kitchen, out into the front hallway. There was no one there. He opened the door and peared outside. No one.
Sasha came up behind him. " Who was it? Did you see anything?" she asked anxiously.
He shook his head. " No. Nothing. But someone was in here." he said, puzzled.
As if lightning had struck, Ty and Sasha looked at each other. " The kids!"