Hey guys! Long time no see, I really do apologize about that. There has been so much in my life that's gone on and it just has deterred me from being able to do much of anything, which is why I haven't written a chapter in such a long time. With that being said, I hate leaving things unfinished and I do love this story, but I do need to end it. So, this will be the last chapter of The Ballad. I was intending on doing more, but I really am not at the right place in my life to write as much as I would like. I do apologize for any inconvenience and I do thank you for your continued love and support through this whole journey, it was amazing. I will try and fit all of my ideas for how I would like to end the story and fit it into this last installment. If this chapter is extremely long, I really apologize. Again, I own nothing.
The Ballad of Gee Ray
Chapter Seven: Prom Night
"Would you like to go to prom with me?" That fucking Corporal. We were in damn public and he decides to be a romantic mushy asshole now? Jesus fucking Christ. "Get off your damn knees. I don't even want to go to this shit, it's nothing but cheeky cunts and meat heads looking good to fuck in some tent three hours later." I started walking away from him fast so I could avoid the embarrassment of being seen around him. "C'mon Gee! Listen, it might be the last time I get to see you in a long fucking time. I want it to be special." I can't handle this romance shit, I honestly don't think I was ever meant to love. "Blow it out your ass Corporal. Don't act like you're seriously going to die in Afghanistan, there is nothing to do there." He rolled his eyes at me. "Come on Gee. I want us to go together, it's the last chance we have to do something really nice. I'll bring lots of weed." That was the golden line I was waiting to hear. "God damn it, fine." I fucking hated this already.
"Oh sweetface, you look so beautiful!" I feel like a fucking clown. "Mom, I really don't wanna do this. I feel like I have the clap or something, maybe I should stay home." Mom lit a cigarette. "Fuck no, I've been waiting 17 years for this moment, I don't care if you were on your deathbed you would still be going to your prom." Mom reached over and took my hand. "God, I remember my prom like it was yesterday. Except yours won't end in an abortion I'm sure." What the fuck. I looked at mom and sat down. "Jesus Christ, I hate being all dressed up for one shitty night." Mom sat down beside me. "Honey, you don't know it will end shitty. You may have a really good time, you and your brother both have hot dates, that's always a bonus. Looks like you and that soldier are getting really heated." I fucking laughed in her face. "Please mom. You have no idea. There is nothing heated going on between Corporal and I, I'm not going to let myself get overly attached to some balls deep army guy who's just going to get his fucking brains blown up and die on me. He thinks just because we've both killed before we're fucking perfect for each other? Hell no. As for Glen, fuck that is what's called a fag hag, Mom. Not a fucking girlfriend." My anger was rising just talking about Corporal, I was looking for a cigarette to calm these fucking nerves. Mom was about to say something until Dad walked in. "Well shit, you look like a princess, babydoll. Listen, I packed a bag for your brother and yourself. There's a 24 pack of condoms and a bottle of vodka in there so you kids could have a good time tonight. I hear those Catholic school girls are real horny so I'm sure Glen will enjoy that action." Dad started laughing until Mom hit him across the head. "God Chucky, not the type of shit you should be saying to your daughter. Although he's right honey, I don't want you to be squishing out babies anytime soon so use those condoms." I've had just about enough listening to that shit. I walked out of my room and was about to face what was going to be the worst night of my life. Dad stopped me before I left to meet Corporal. "Listen Gee, I'm going to be away filming this movie for a while. I really wish I didn't have to leave tonight, because I don't want to take the chance of that asshole trying something funny. If you even came home looking a little beat up you can bet your fucking life that piece of shit soldier would be in his grave. Now unfortunately, I don't get to be here to have the joy of doing that to him. The point is, Gee if he fucking tries anything please remember everything I taught you." I smiled, kinda. "Dad, I've never forgotten." Dad nodded at me and I went my merry fucking way. I'm going to be honest, prom was not that terrible. The actual event anyway, those fucks voted me "Most likely to star in a horror movie." Boring. Been there, done that. After the event, there was a huge afterparty at a campground close by. That's where shit started going downhill. Everybody was either drunk out of their mind, or fucking in a tent. I couldn't even find Glen anywhere, and God knows he wasn't the type to get smashed and eat a girl out. It was literally just me and Corporal. It was kind of nice at first, all we did was talk about shit and casually drank a few beers and laughed about his army stories. I felt fucking calm for once. Then Corporal got real quiet. "Justin." Was all he said. I looked at him, looking really fucking confused. "Who the hell is that?" Corporal continued to look at me. "Me, my name is Justin. I never told you, but I thought you should really know what my name is. It's been over a year after all." God fucking damn it. He was going to make a move. "That's nice, man. I'm still going to call you Corporal." He laughed. "That's all you're gonna say? How about your name? God knows I've waited for it long enough." I lit a cigarette. "It's not important, you can call me Gee or you can call me fucking nothing now drop it." I inhaled my cigarette so hard it hurt. The fucking tranquility I was looking for faded pretty damn quick. "That's bullshit, Glenda." What the fuck did he just say? I left it silent for a little while. "How the fuck did you know my name?" My heart was racing, I have not been called my full name in at least 13 years. Corporal chugged the last of his beer and threw the bottle in the distance. "I'm with the government, darling. I have access to everything. Your name is Glenda Lynne Ray you were born on July 7th, 1995 in Pasadena, California and moved to Toronto in July of 2000 after disemboweling your nanny. Your family, your father specifically, has been involved in over 50 known murders and inherited the name "Lakeshore Strangler" but prefers to be called Chucky and is banned from over 40 states. After a year of getting under your skin and learning all of your dirty secrets, I got to know that you are personally responsible for the murder of Lucy Craig and her family." I feel like I'm going to fucking throw up or lose my mind. Corporal cracks open another beer. "I also know one important thing about you, Gee." He moved real fucking close to me now. I was trying to subtly remove my knife from behind my calf. "I know there is a big fucking prize for turning you in. Lots of fucking money. So, what I was thinking, I could take this gun-" He took out a gun and pointed it straight to my fucking head. "Keep focused, Gee. Get the knife carefully with your other foot" Mr Bunny was guiding me now, Jesus. "-I can blow your fucking brains out, bring your cold lifeless body to the police department, and still collect at least $300,000 for your body." He got up swiftly, grabbed by hair and threw me down. I felt the knife break free from my calf and rest within the material from my dress. Fucking jackpot. Corporal got down on his knees and pinned me to the ground. "Before I do any of that, I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you and nobody will say a damn thing because there is nobody out here. If you make a fucking noise, Glenda I swear to God I will blow your God damn shitty brains out here on the grass." I was carefully sliding my hands around the minimal space there was where we weren't touching. "Do it now, Gee. Make this your masterpiece." Mr. Bunny did not have to fucking tell me twice. I flipped the knife up and felt it cut through my material and straight through his thigh. He toppled over to his side, fucking screaming and swearing at me. "You filthy fucking cunt, you dirty whore!" I fucking got on top of him as quickly as I could. "I can't believe I thought you were any fucking different. I fucking knew it. Did you seriously think you could take a murderer out for a nice night and fuck her over with blackmail?" I carefully cut his throat and slit all the way down to his chest where I felt that worthless, shitty heart beat. I fucking stabbed him, stabbed him with the most passion I've ever displayed in my life. "Well, eat your fucking heart out, Corporal. Fuck you." I can't even describe what I felt. Is this what betrayal feels like? Fuck, I was actually crying. Fucking bawling actually. My whole existense was marked with a fucking price tag, I actually questioned my ability to love ? Jesus. I realize now that I'm just unlovable, that's all I ever will be. I grabbed Corporal's gun, and I just fucking ran, ran so fast back to where the party was. All of my graduating class was stumbling over each other, drunk as fuck. I ran to the tent I set up for Corporal and I. I was prepared to grab my shit and just go. If what I just experienced was bad, what I just witnessed was worse. "Jesus Christ! Glen! Is that a fucking guy?" I caught my little pussy of a brother, fucking some guy in my tent. He rushed to get dressed. "Please please, don't tell anybody Gee. I'm begging you, I will do anything." Glen was getting all teary eyed and fucking stupid. "God damn it Glen. I won't say anything. You act like I've never known you were into guys. It was as clear as broad daylight. But Glen I need you to do something for me, I need you to not come home tonight. Don't ask me why, just do it. If you stay here all night I promise your secret is safe with me until I die." Glen stared at me for a minute. "Yeah, I promise." I just kind of nodded in agreement and ran all the way back home.
I was finally alone. My mind was spinning. "Holy fuck, what have I done?" I realize that's the first time I ever truly stopped and asked myself that question. I seriously have never done one thing of benefit to this crazy society I live in. I've brought nothing but sadness and discomfort to everybody, and for what? My crazy psychopathic father to feel proud of me? Fuck that. They say that everybody has somebody, but who the fuck do I have? Why should I have anybody? I've done nothing but kill anybody who has ever even considered me in their life. My life deserves to be priced, at least that way I would get to benefit somebody else. Corporal's gun is sitting on the chair. "Don't do it, Gee. Don't lose track of yourself." Fuck you Mr. Bunny. Fuck you inner killer. I want to be free. I want to just be left alone. This is the most selfless thing, I will ever do. This is my apology, to everybody for everything. Fuck, I'm sorry. These are the last words I'll ever speak, and they'll set me free.
There was a gun shot, then there was blackness.
Is this hell? I feel cramped. I feel significantly smaller and stiff as fuck. What the hell is that fucking smell? Am I seriously still at home? There is no way I'm still alive. Why is everything so big? A mirror..yes, a mirror. Thank God, maybe I can take a look and see what's actually wrong with me.
Wait a minute, I'm fucking plastic! I'm a fucking doll! What the fuck. Who is coming up behind me?
"Dad?"
"Nobody leaves me. Nobody."
The End.
And, here we are. I know some people may not be happy with the ending, and it kills me to have to kill Gee, but it's just how I saw everything go. I just want to again quickly thank everybody who has read, reviewed or followed my story. It really means the world. I do plan on writing more stories, just when I have the time. Thanks again for everything, I really appreciate it. Until next time
xxGee
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