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Chapter 4: A fly trapped on spiders web
Carrie's birthday had arrived and along with that the party. Ralph had been helping his friend out at a construction site, needed some extra cash. He arrived straight from a night shift, barely able to keep his eyes open, he took out a box of decorations and started to sort the house out. An hour later the house was starting to look better, decorations had been put up and food was placed on a table, Margaret had cooked it the day before. There was a sudden knock on the door, an unexpected knock...At seven in the morning. He walked up to the door, no guests were expected until later, he took a gun from his liquor cabinet.
"Hello?" Ralph asked as he opened the door, gun out of sight but in hand.
"Hello Ralph." The man said. He was a tall, russian guy, wearing a tracksuit.
"I'd invite you in….But I'm not." Ralph said, putting his finger on the trigger, ready to fire.
"That's fine...Me and my fellow associates wanted to wish your daughter a happy birthday." The Russian said before walking away. Ralph waited for him to get into his car and drive off before he closed the door.
He walked back into the living room, he had no need to worry since Carrie was staying round Arthur's until the party, she had even spent the night there. Margaret walked downstairs, still in her dressing gown.
"Place looks good." Margaret said as she looked around. There were balloons all over the place and a few banners.
"Thanks...How did you sleep?" Ralph asked as he sat down, watching his wife stare at a picture of his daughter.
"Peaceful….Fifteen years old….Time goes quickly." Margaret said, the picture was old but she looked very happy.
"Your hand is shaking." Ralph pointed out, he had the gun hidden under him, didn't want her to get alarmed.
"Observant." Margaret replied.
"Get back on your medication." Ralph said sternly, like a commander ordering a soldier.
"I'm fine without them." Margaret argued back, this annoyed Ralph...Like a soldier who questions orders.
"Last time you said that you locked her in the closet because some twat threw a rock at the house." Ralph yelled out. Margaret looked at him, with fire in her eyes.
"She brought stones down from the sky." Margaret argued as she rushed over to him.
"And also asked the neighbour about her tits." Ralph argued.
"Signs of a perverted mind." Margaret argued back, it was starting to get heated.
"If you was an eighteen year old guy and also trying to grab those tits….That's fucking perverted. A five year old girl who wants to know about her body is not." Ralph argued.
"A man in his late thirties having an affair with a bartender, to afraid to divorce his wife because everything is in her name and owing a lot of money to gangsters because his credit is to bad to get a loan from the bank." Margaret whispered. Ralph then froze, the words had crawled into his head, crept into him….Making him angry. He had suppressed the rage, the stress, the anger….It had, only for a second….Twisted him, but a second was all it took.
Ralph punched her, it happened, quickly but it was like an Earthquake. The actual quake hit and did its damage but then there are the aftershocks, the traumatises, the memories that follow….She just stood there, in shock, traumatised and the memories filled inside her.
Present
Chloe was sat in the hospital canteen. She was with Rodney's girlfriend and sipping on a coffee. His girlfriend was an average height girl, with black hair and darker skin.
"You ok Molly?" Chloe asked.
"Not the first time….Remember when he was working during the Prom? A car exploded and he got flying shrapnel in his leg?" Molly asked as she stared into the coffee, it was just a regular white coffee, so boring but yet so mesmerising at the same time, like a Samurai and his fish.
"Yeah….He nearly bled to death because nobody could get to him, there were no ambulances and the doctors had to many patients as it is." Chloe replied.
"At least he has treatment now, that's all that really matters." Molly said. She seemed depressed and Chloe seemed distracted.
"He will make it….He made it through the prom." Chloe reassured her friend, she wanted to keep her happy but there was also a little part of her that resented her….She had no idea why.
"Barely." Molly added.
"But he did and he'll make it through this as well." Chloe reassured, Molly smiled and reached for her hand.
"Thank you." Molly said as she smiled.
Marcus was stood in the corridor, finishing off his flask when nobody was looking, the hospital was quiet this late at night which was good. He looked into the room and a doctor walked up to him, making him jump and nearly drop the liquor.
"We normally don't allow alcohol on site." The doctor said as Marcus put the flask back into his pocket.
"Stressful night...How is she doing?" He asked as he looked into the room. She seemed asleep or peaceful at least.
"Awake but on morphine." The doctor said. Just peaceful then, Marcus thought.
"Can I go in?" Marcus asked.
"Sure….She's on a lot of morphine so she won't be a problem." The doctor explained.
"Thanks..I got the buzzer for the others." Marcus said. He had a small buzzer in his pocket, when pressed the SWAT will bust in and subdue Rachel.
Marcus walked inside and pulled up a chair. He looked at her, her black hair had covered her face that was covered in sweat. She moved her head, looking at him.
"Have you always been a psychopath or was it just Irwin?" Marcus asked. He looked down at her but she just stared back, he could just see her eye.
"...Yes." She croaked.
"Your mother thought you was the devil once...We're still looking for her by the way...Is there a reason she thought this?" Marcus asked.
"She found out about my activities with Irwin...I also used to kill animals." Rachel croaked. The morphine was making her more open as she watched the detective drink the alcohol.
"Where is your mother Rachel?" Marcus asked.
"...I killed her." Rachel replied.
"How?" Marcus asked.
"I found her when she ran away from me...She was running towards the graveyard, to dads grave." Rachel said. When she referred to her father, her tone changed, she got sad but there was a hint of anger and hatred.
"Where is the body?" Marcus asked.
"The parts are where they belong." Rachel croaked, there was a smile, it was hard to see but it was there.
"And where do they belong?" Marcus asked as he took a sip from his flask.
"You drink...Is it safe to assume you do other things as well?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah." Marcus said as he showed her a little bag of cocaine.
"They're in the bar she used to work in." Rachel whispered to him, her voice was still croaky.
"Why are you telling me this?" Marcus asked, Rachel just stared at him with those dead eyes.
"Is he alive? Is Irwin still alive." Rachel asked but Marcus just walked out, refusing to answer the question. He heart rate started to shoot up, the glass started to crack, it got bigger and bigger, the machines started to make as many noises as they could but then it was all over. The morphine had gone into her body, she was unconscious once again.
Marcus was driving down the street, towards the old bar. The Jolly Roadhouse was more or less abandoned these days, used by the odd junkie to escape reality for a few moments. It wa a cold night, one of the coldest that they have had for a while but he would be alright, he took out that small bag of cocaine and lined it up on the dashboard. Sniffing it only took a second but preparing it was always a nightmare, especially when your hand won't stop shaking. It made him twitch though, he suddenly felt more awake and as he exited the car holding a near empty flask and torch he proceeded to the bar.
It had been boarded up, it had a fire a while ago that caused it to be shut down. He pushed the door down, the boards were heavy but nothing he couldn't handle. He forced his way through and turned on the flashlight, he looked around the abandoned bar, it was like something from a horror movie.
"Where the fuck is it?" Marcus asked as he sniffed the building. The smell of damp and rot filled the air, wasn't as bad as it was. He walked over to the bar, shining the light but yet he found nothing.
He opened the door and walked down to the cellar. There was a strong smell, was it the body? The floorboards started to squeak but he wasn't trying to be quiet, making noise wasn't a problem. He looked around the basement, he found a few empty kegs that had been dumped there and some pot smoking equipment. He smashed a bong by stepping on it but he found the body, pinned to the floor like Jesus Christ.
"You shouldn't be here." A shadow said. He was hiding in the dark and jumped out at Marcus, he was holding a knife and went to stab him but Marcus smacked him with his torch.
The man turned around and tackled Marcus to the ground. He picked up a bong and smashed it in Marcus' face. He pushed the man back and pulled out his gun, he could barely see. It was cold, he was drunk and most of all...He had glass in his face. He fired two shots but they didn't seem to do anything. The man just stood there, completely hidden in the shadows but all you could see was the silver knife in his hand.
The man ran towards but Marcus fired another shot and the man fell to the ground, he started to crawl away towards the stairs as Marcus fired another shot but he assumed he had missed.
The man managed to crawl up the stairs but as he tried to escape the building he tripped over and fell to the ground. He got back up and ran round to the back where there was a truck, he hopped in and grabbed the first aid box. He searched the back, picking up rifle.
Marcus was back in the basement. He tried to stand up but he was struggling, he looked around and noticed a photo or Rachel.
"Irwin?" Marcus asked himself as he looked at the picture, he was struggling to make it out but he was sure. Before he could do anything else though, there was a loud gunshot and he felt a sudden burning pain in his chest.
Marcus fell to the ground and Irwin was stood on the stairs with the rifle, he turned around and walked back up. Marcus was left on the ground, bleeding out whilst surrounded by broken drug equipment and a dead body.
Irwin was walking back to the car. He had a slight limp where the bullet had hit him but he would be ok. He was tall and dirty, his beard growing in patches whilst the sweat irradiated from his body. He was wearing some old rags that were covered in mud and hard liquor, his skin was pasty but yet burnt at the same time but his spots took the attention away. His hair was dark, long and greasy...He was a mess.
Flashback
It was Carrie's party and everyone was having a good time. Margaret was in the corner with some of the women from the neighbourhood like Stella and Mrs Hargensen, the woman whose name everyone forgets but wont bother to relearn it. They were standing in the corner, chatting over a glass of wine.
"So what happened to your eye Margaret?" Mrs Hargensen asked as she held the wine close to her, holding it, protecting it with your life.
"Oh it's nothing….Bathtub." Margaret said. She was a little bit more free with her glass but was holding it with a tight fist.
"Tell me about it...You know Hilary from across the road...Fell into the tub all the time." Stella said as she waved her glass all over the place, nearly spilling it.
Ralph walked past them, looking at Margaret who just looked away. He walked up to McHale who was munching on a piece of cake. John was stood there, picking at his cake.
"Great cake." McHale said as Ralph picked up a beer.
"Thanks." Ralph said as he downed it. He noticed McHale's eyes glance over to Carrie.
"Where did you get it?" John asked.
"I dunno….The shop." Ralph said as he locked his eyes onto Margaret.
"Excuse me Ralph...Can I have a word?" A large Russian in a tracksuit asked. Ralph stared at him and walked to the back garden with him.
"What the fuck do you want?" Ralph asked as they walked up to the barbeque.
"You owe us a lot of money and you throw...A party?" The Russian asked. He had a gun, it was tucked into his trousers...Ralph could see it.
"It's her birthday." Ralph defended.
"You also owe us a lot of money...We're getting restless. Wouldn't it be a shame if your daughter got hurt?" The Russian asked. Ralph just smiled at him and looked into the house, nobody was looking.
"You cunt." Ralph said as he raised his hand. The Russian the stretched out, he felt like he was being pulled apart, like he was tangled up and couldn't get free….Like a fly on a spiders web. Ralph was now furious, the gun hovered towards him and he took it into his hands.
Carrie and Arthur were talking in the corner of the room. They were sharing a chair and talking, they had finished their cake and was on their sugar high.
"Are you going on the camp with church?" Carrie asked as Arthur took a sip of his coke.
"It's september...We just came back from it." Arthur said as he burst into laughter.
"I need something to look forward to." Carrie said as she leaned back.
"Halloween, christmas, my birthday, easter….Everything really." Arthur said, he was still laughing, Carrie was trying to hold in the laugh.
"Hey Carrie." Sue Snell said as she walked over. She felt a little shy and awkward there, she was on her own and therefore vulnerable in her eyes.
"Hey Sue." Carrie said. She suddenly got nervous, clenching Arthur's hand.
"I just wanted to say sorry about the other day...With the book bag." Sue practically whispered. She did it a lot, bullied Carrie with her friends and then would sometimes apologise if she was by herself.
"It's fine." Arthur said whilst Carrie was left speechless. Sue smiled and walked away, Carrie should have been used to it by now.
"So what are you two lovers talking about?" Ralph asked as he walked up to them. He had a wet cloth which he was using to clean his hands.
"What happened to you?" Carrie asked.
"Spilt some sticky coke on my hands….What are we on about?" Ralph asked.
"Is it too late in the year for a barbeque?"
"Barbeque broke...It um, broke." Ralph said
"Ok." Carrie said smiling.
"Remember...No, whatever you two do." Ralph said as he walked away. He was thinking about what he was going to do with the body in the shed and a broken barbeque.
I hope you enjoyed so please review. Is there anything you want answered? Anything you want to see? Please let me know and I will try to answer as soon as I can. Is Marcus dead? Thoughts on Ralph? Until next time, have fun.