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Chapter 9
I dreamt of being eight and sitting on a pew with a boy the same age as me on my right. I know this boy because I'm holding his hand. While the Bishop goes blah, blah, blah to the congregation, the boy and I tune out. Looking at him is like staring into a mirror except that his eyes are like a clear blue sky while mine are like an ocean. People around here say that we might be brother and sister. Sometimes I think they're right but that's not going to stop me from marrying him. From the moment we were born we were meant for each other.
The Bishop says amen and makes and announcement. "Tomorrow night at 7:30, there will be a baptism for Zoya Kelley Lovejoy and Demi-" My eyebrows knit together in confusion. The Bishop's lips move but no words came out of his mouth. It's as if someone pushed a mute button for a few seconds then turned on the sound again. "followed by a dinner rehearsal at 8:30. These two children have made the wise decision of becoming part of the church." When he says this, both of our hands went cold. This wasn't our decision but our parents.
As the sacrament ended I hold unto Demi like life depended on it. "I don't want to get baptized, Demi," I cried. "I don't want God to spy on me."
"I don't like it either, Zo," he said. A few seconds later he whispers, "Both our mom's say we can sleepover tonight. I thought we can do an experiment before we get marked by God." As soon as I blink my eyes we're suddenly in my room. Hot pink walls, hot pink bed, and oddly hot pink floor. As a kid I really loved hot pink.
Demi's in the process of stripping. This is odd because we've always took our clothes off separately. "What experiment are we doing?" I ask. He unbuttons his pants but stops long enough to look at me. His eyes know something I don't.
"Have you ever played with yourself?" I giggle at the question. Demi must have been living under a rock.
"Come on, Demi. Of course I played with myself. I play with my dolls and stuffed animals all the time."
"I don't mean like that," he said. Unzipping, he pulls his pants down to his ankles along with the underwear. When I see his penis for the first time, I almost scream. There's so much talk about cancer spreading from mom's workplace and I think Demi caught the cancer bug. From the way my parents talk about it, the disease is always fatal. Looking at the 'cancer' between his legs I begin to cry at the thought of my friend dying. Demi takes both sides of my shoulders and asks, "What's wrong? Are you crying because I'm a boy?"
"No, I'm crying because you have cancer," I say, pointing at his penis. He laughs then I slap him in the face. "This is not a laughing matter. We need to call a doctor right now!"
"No we don't, Zo," said Demi. "Do you know the difference between a boy and a girl?" Why is Demi asking me all these questions? I think, then a I get a lightbulb moment. The cancer is messing with his brain so he's asking random questions. So in order to humor him I answer, "Girls grow boobs while boys stay flat chested. I know I'm a girl because of these."
This time it's my turn to strip. I unbutton the front of my hot pink dress and let it fall to the floor. Once I unhook my training bra, my nipples go hard from the cold air. Demi's eyes stare at my budding breasts and his penis begins to rise. Worry begins to rise like a sea of hot water. I must be worsening his condition. Attempting to pick up my bra, Demi stops me.
"It's ok, the Health movie says this is normal," he tells. I want to ask him what movie but I kept silent. He gives me a kiss then pulls down my tights and underwear. "Lay down on the bed and open your legs. I want to find the clitoris."
"What's a clitoris?" I ask. Crawling unto the bed I spread my legs as wide as I can. He puts both hands on my knees, looking between my legs with wonder. I ask him the same question to get his attention.
"A clitoris is a small button that makes a girl go…..woohoo," he said. My body tenses as his fingers graze the opening. "Do you feel anything?"
"I feel your fingers down there but I'm not going woohoo yet."
"Give me a few minutes. If I don't find it I'll stop," he says. A few seconds go by and his fingers graze something that made me shiver. Demi catches the motion and asks if he found it. I nod my head and lead him to the part that made me shiver in excitement. What I feel in those few moments is nothing I've ever felt yet I wonder how I've never discovered this 'clitoris' earlier. The feeling is like a rollercoaster going up higher and higher until the ride takes drastic turn with fireworks exploding during the drop. Frightening, yet exciting.
There's a frantic pounding on my hot pink door that matches perfectly with my heart. "Zoya," calls my mother. "I heard you moaning, are you hurt?" Jumping out of bed, my head aches as my fingers touch the dress. The ache gets worse the more my mother hammers at the door.
"Zoya, answer me!" The door knob turns back and forth with the door bending slightly. Mother is going to be angry if she catches me naked with Demi. Quickly, I cover myself with the dress but I never put the dress back on. Demi grabs me by the shoulders and makes me look at him. His blue eyes are replaced with red ones.
"Wake up Zoya," he says simply. The moment he told me to wake up I was lying back in bed with Damion and Rachael staring down at me. Both of them looked like they went through hell and back. I shut my eyes when my head started to ache for real. God, it felt like someone stabbed an icepick through my skull.
Holding my hand to my temple, I asked, "What happened?"
"Damion pulled out a weaker part of the plate from your head," said Rachael. She ran her fingers through my hair as if I've never insulted her. "It looked really painful."
"There's a plate in my head?" I asked. My fingers slightly shook as I touched my slightly swollen temple. I know I'm planted with Sparky inside my uterus but I had no knowledge of a plate. I've never had a brain injury or anything involving head trauma. What else happened to me when I was twelve?
"This plate surrounds most of your skull, Zoya," said Damion. He held up a bloody plastic shard in his hand. My head hurt just looking at the thing. "This is only part of it."
"Why is there a plate in my head in the first place?"
"It's all part of the Sparky package," said Rachael. She closed her eyes and sighed. "I watched how the process goes with my little sister, Emma."
"Your little sister got a Sparky?" I asked in surprise. Whenever a girl gets a Sparky it goes either to the firstborn daughter or at least the eldest female in a family of brothers. Rachael nodded, unfazed by my reaction.
"Remember, darling, I have endometriosis and Sparky can only work if the woman is fully fertile. So in my case, my parents decided I should become a working Lolita because my father said, 'What's the point of becoming a Belle if she can't give us children.'"
"I bet that must have been hard for you," I said.
"Oh it was a death sentence," said Rachael. She took out an E-stick from her pjs, inhaled and blew peppermint vapor in the air. She passes the stick to me and I inhale as well. It's like a blast of mint flavored winter in my mouth. "But once I started my job it wasn't that bad. I didn't even lose my virginity until I was seventeen because my job was to be a fluffer for the girls dry as a bone. Anyway, back to the Sparky situation." I give her back the stick and takes a deep drag. At that moment I wanted to put my mouth on hers and breath in the mint vapor.
"The birth control part takes a few seconds. All it takes is insert a rod in the hooch, press and stick then repeat the process every six months until they're eighteen. That part is easy but the head part is something else. Sometimes I have nightmares about it. They scalped her then implanted the plates in her head like a helmet. After they sewed her up I thought they were done but her Suitor came in and told me to get out. I had no idea what he did with her until I came home from work early one day."
Rachael covered her face. A sob escaped her mouth from her shaking hands. A heavy stone in my stomach began to form. I thought I knew what happened next and that whatever Emma went through, I might be going through. I didn't want to know yet, I needed to know for my sake. Putting a hand on her shoulder, I urged her to go on. Wiping her eyes, she continued.
"Emma lived across from my room. When I had my hand on my doorknob I heard grunting sounds coming from her room. I opened her unlocked door….to find her Suitor fucking her naked unconscious body. She was only fourteen!" Rachael took a long drag before telling the rest. "When I found out, I beat the living shit out of him. Would have killed him too if my parents didn't come home. I told him everything I saw and I remember their exact words. My mother said, 'We know.' There wasn't even a drop of emotion in her voice." Rachael leaned in closer to me. Her eyes looked like glassy marbles.
"What my father said was even more cruel then my mother's. He said, 'He's been with her since the first time she got Sparky. What he's doing is helping her get used to him when it's time to get married.' As if he wanted to rub it in, he added, 'Something you'll never have.' After saying that, they told me to keep my mouth shut about it, especially around Emma. If I told anyone Emma's life will be taken and the family will lose the money. I never told anyone because I wanted to protect her yet at the same time I wasn't. Ever since that day, I never wanted to kill them so badly. When I finally got the guts to kill them was after my sister committed suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge on her wedding day."
Rachael wiped tears from her eyes. That stone in my stomach got heavier. I wondered if I got raped in my sleep as well. Did my parents know and didn't care? Did my little sister know and wanted to tell me? Knowing this, I wanted to ask Natalya if I ever ran into her.
"How did you kill them?" I asked. Rachael giggled for some time before she could tell me.
"Before the funeral, I read the news about the various murders in Kansas. It read: Wichita: The Hot Spot For Murder."
"I bet all of them were committed by lovely me," I said, pointing to myself with pride. Rachael nodded her head, giggling some more. She looks cute when she's happy.
"You won't sue me for being a fan of yours, darling?" Having no problem with my lovely copycat, I shook my head. "Alright then, I murdered them in the same fashion as the Wichita Dahlia. My parents never smiled once so I figured I should send them to hell grinning. The funny thing is, I didn't get arrested for their murder I got arrested for stealing mother's jewelry. And then the rest is history."
"Zoya, are you there?" My spine froze into place when I heard Rubrick's voice. I didn't want to answer him yet I didn't have a choice in the matter.
"Yes, sir, I'm here."
"I want to talk to you privately. It's about last night."
"You think there's a problem?"
"I don't know, that's why I want to talk to you one on one. Meet me at the Celestial Café at noon." I heard the soft click in my ear, indicating he was gone. I looked to the clock on the wall. It told me 9:30 am. I looked to Rachael then to Damion. I began to hyperventilate.
"What am I going to do? I don't want to meet this guy alone!" Rachael put her arms around me and kissed me. Five minutes of gorgeous tongue lashing until Rachael had to briefly depart.
"I highly doubt he will take you in the middle of the day but just in case he's crazy enough to do that don't drink or eat anything he gives you." Rachael looked at the clock then back to me. "Do you want to have hot sex in the shower?" Smiling, I nodded my head then turned to Damion.
"Would you like to watch us get sexy in the shower, Bright Eyes?"
"Will I eventually get involved?" Both of us said yes in unison. Moments later clothes were flying between Rachael and me. The shower was hot but not hot enough for what we were doing. We kissed, we petted heavy, we fingered, we licked, and most importantly we fucked.