It’s really good. Has heart, which I think is the most important thing.
- James Frey
A story about 5 souls.
One finding love.
One seeking revenge.
One surviving on eggshells.
One on the wrong path.
One looking for happiness.
Five souls, Five people.
One thing in common; Hope.
This novel is fiction
"Six billion people in the world, six billion souls, and sometimes all you need is one"
“Its better being hated for who you are, then being liked for you who you are not”
SECTION 1 - "Finding"
It comes and goes
My memory
The flashbacks
Waking up on the side of the road
The blood
The pain
The anger
How did I get here?
The only thing that is clear
the only thing that makes sense
is to get revenge.
Try to remember.
Find them.
Make them pay.
He woke up on the side of the road, dried up blood, cuts with dirt in it, his memory was weary and his vengeance was still steaming like a mad bull.
He picked his self up only having to fall back down with an enormous headache. He tried to remember what happened, what got him here, why he was here.
His name is Christopher Ackley, he is 24 and he was searching for stardom, anywhere and everywhere, waking up on the side of the road was surprising to him,
he wasn’t poor nore was he a drug addict, the only legit thing he could wrap his vivid mind around was one girl, one girl in particular.
Sara
He came to the conclusion that he’s was suppose to be on a date with a beautiful girl named Sara Parkman, age 19, This girl wasn’t his girlfriend,
she was much much more amazing then that.
He laid there, feeling distraught and very upset and worried to where her beautiful face was, where her beautiful, fragile body was.
Sara, SARA
He continually yelled, until his cell phone (which was still intact) vibrated in his torn bloody jeans.
He answered, cautiously.
Sara, is that you?
No, its not Sara, but I guess in the next 24 hours it could be Sara.
Chris darted up from the ground unaware of his dizziness and cuts.
Who is this? Put Sara on the phone.
I see your standing Chris, good job, now about Sara, you probably don’t remember anything and that’s good cause that means you cant go to the police for anything,
this battle is ‘our’ battle now. I’m sure you want Sara, hell I would want Sara, she’s beautiful, despite the cuts.
Who are you? Give me Sara!!
I don’t like games Chris, so I don’t want to call this a game, lets just call this cat and mouse, you can be whatever you want but I’m the one chasing you.
Wait for one hour and thirty-five minutes.
Whoever called Chris hung up without any hesitation, and Chris was seeing red.
No your wrong bout that, I’m chasing you.
He said to himself, standing in his own pool of blood.
Standing.
Standing.
Standing.
.......
She rolled over on the other side of the bed; this was her 12 'customer' of the month and the 30th 'customer' of the year,
She started prostituting when she was 13 years old, whenever she had a body to flaunt around, she started.
Her mom is a Meth addict and usually is never around, and if she is around, she’s always unconscious with multiple drugs in her
and her father left them right after he had Kates sister.
She has to prostitute for her sister, to take care of her sister, who is only 8 and attends school in the same clothes.
The first night she did prostitution, she couldn't even accept the offers at first and she also stored a can of mace in her boots,
she being 18 and her name is Kate and her paying 'Customers' are usually around the age of 30 to 50 and 90 percent of them have a wife.
Now Kate looks pretty, way more prettier then most prostitutes, Her eyes are blue and her smile is beautiful
but she rarely ever smiles when she’s on the job.
Bitch get over here, I paid for 2 hours, not an hour and 30 minutes
Look sir, I know you paid for 2 hours, but I already lived up to your wishes, now please, I have to go see if my sister is fine
NO, IL SAY WHEN YOU CAN LEAVE, NOW GET ON YOUR KNEES BITCH
Kate walked real slow with her head down, looking at the ground and proceeded to give him what he wished for.
They were in a small, shit hole of a motel, 'Glen Bow Motel' where the sign outside only read 'Len Bo Mote' missing the 'G' 'W' and 'T'.
The old ugly guy, threw Kate to the side and left when he was done, She lay there crying, humiliated in herself and telling herself,
she will never prostitute again, But she knew, tomorrow was a new day, tomorrow was new costumers, tomorrow was more money.
She grabbed the change he threw on the floor and she headed to her broken home.
“The halls; not a good place to be at lunch, not cause its packed and you see a lot of kids running around bumping into each other
but frankly cause I tend to get picked on a lot around this time of day, more then any human being is suppose to be picked on.
I guess one day these bunch of teenagers just decided to pick on this girl who I occasionally pass by in the hall way,
so I just couldn’t take it anymore and I told each and everyone of them bullies to leave her alone and so they did,
which resulted in them rebelling against me. I kind of feel like I shouldn’t have bothered, I totally shouldn’t have but I just couldn’t take it anymore,
a defends-less female and 4 jackasses of men pushing her around so on the other hand, I’m proud of what I’ve done.
Now, I guess its time to hang my head and pretend to ignore them, as I stand in the middle of hallway at lunchtime.”
.......
Sean walked down the hall way at lunch looking for one of his many friends, ok not many, I mean he didn’t have a lot of friends,
he really didn’t want any friends, he didn’t trust anyone but he had one friend in particular, his name was Bill.
Bill was equivalent to those people making video games but Sean wasn’t a nerd at all like Bill,
he was fairly attractive and could probably pick up any girl he wanted,
he just always had those lame trust issues which always got in the way of a relationships.
This was Sean’s last year of schooling and he was eager to get out of school, the teachers, 80 percent of the students and the work,
annoyed him to the very core.
.......
Tess is 16 and trying to find love, she gets told a lot that you cant find love at that age but she ignores them and continues in the search for love.
Tess is beautiful; her eyes are green, matching pair of olives but much more significant. She attends school to get good grades, this year
She’s in grade 11, she has enough friends but she wants love.
She’s been having troubles with guys hurting her as if she was a toy, and over the course of the last few months
she has been thinking negative about herself cause All boys do is use her, and it took a toll on her.
But today, there’s one boy she likes, one boy that stuck up for her when she was getting spit on and humiliated.
This boy doesn’t know it yet; he doesn’t even pay attention to her, so she just ignores him back.
She can’t help but shake the feeling that she likes him. His eyes, his smile, she likes him, she could picture herself being with him.
'Tomorrow, I’m going to talk to him'
She says to herself but she’s been saying that for a while, the only thing holding her back is her trust issues, her wall, and her shy-ness.
She likes to bump into him on the odd times and make eye contact, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t but one time it did.
Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bump in to you
When really she did.
Oh yeah, its ok.
Her face got all read and she had a loss of words.
Um, ok, uh, see you later? Maybe?
Maybe.
he walked away and she was still standing there, over whelmed and feeling like she just made a fool of herself.
'Tomorrow, I’m going to talk to him'
she said again, only this time, she meant it.
.......
Kate bolted home like her life depended on it, in the neighbourhood she lives in
her life would depend on it. Last winter a guy in the apartment they live in
shot threw the wall while in a gang fight and missed Kate by an inch,
now she doesn’t take chances what so ever.
She swung open the door and saw her sister lingering over her mother.
Kate, moms back, but she is taking a quick nap
Maddy she isn't taking a nap, go to your room and lock the door
But..
Now Maddy
Maddy ran to her room which is the only room in the house and slammed the door waking up her mother.
Where the fuck am I?
Mom, its Kate, you passed out on the floor
Kate, so you back from your slut work
I only do it to take care of Maddy seeing as how your never here
Well im here now, so give me the money you made
I cant, I need it for Maddy, all your gonna do is spend it on drugs
Give me the money!!
her mother jolted up and slapped Kate in the face knocking her down real hard and fast.
She placed her hand in Kates skirt pocket and pulled out $550 with out any hesitation.
Thanks, im glad you can give your mother money when she needs it
Her mom ran out of the room slammed the door and ran down the stairs eager to spend Kate's $550 that she made today while she laid there,
humiliated in herself yet again.
.......
It comes and goes
My memory
The flashbacks
Waking up on the side of the road
The blood
The pain
The anger
How did I get here?
The only thing that is clear
the only thing that makes sense
is to get revenge.
Try to remember.
Find them.
Make them pay.
He woke up on the side of the road, dried up blood, cuts with dirt in it, his memory was weary and his vengeance was still steaming like a mad bull.
He picked his self up only having to fall back down with an enormous headache. He tried to remember what happened, what got him here, why he was here.
His name is Christopher Ackley, he is 24 and he was searching for stardom, anywhere and everywhere, waking up on the side of the road was surprising to him,
he wasn’t poor nore was he a drug addict, the only legit thing he could wrap his vivid mind around was one girl, one girl in particular.
Sara
He came to the conclusion that he’s was suppose to be on a date with a beautiful girl named Sara Parkman, age 19, This girl wasn’t his girlfriend,
she was much much more amazing then that.
He laid there, feeling distraught and very upset and worried to where her beautiful face was, where her beautiful, fragile body was.
Sara, SARA
He continually yelled, until his cell phone (which was still intact) vibrated in his torn bloody jeans.
He answered, cautiously.
Sara, is that you?
No, its not Sara, but I guess in the next 24 hours it could be Sara.
Chris darted up from the ground unaware of his dizziness and cuts.
Who is this? Put Sara on the phone.
I see your standing Chris, good job, now about Sara, you probably don’t remember anything and that’s good cause that means you cant go to the police for anything,
this battle is ‘our’ battle now. I’m sure you want Sara, hell I would want Sara, she’s beautiful, despite the cuts.
Who are you? Give me Sara!!
I don’t like games Chris, so I don’t want to call this a game, lets just call this cat and mouse, you can be whatever you want but I’m the one chasing you.
Wait for one hour and thirty-five minutes.
Whoever called Chris hung up without any hesitation, and Chris was seeing red.
No your wrong bout that, I’m chasing you.
He said to himself, standing in his own pool of blood.
Standing.
Standing.
Standing.
.......
Sean walked around the school.
“New faces, old faces, new faces” he thought to himself
The school was much more packed this year then he could ever fallom. He knew some people, Bill, Jeff,
and that’s where his loyalty stayed but he also knew he was better then most people he came in contact with, he new it.
The first day was a drag, useless and boring.
“Last year, last year, 90 days”
He thought to himself.
Sean mostly kept to himself for the most part; he was done being a hero, a friend and everything else in between.
Lunch time came, he couldn’t find Bill, and he didn’t feel like looking for Jeff,
he wondered around the hall aimlessly, wondered, wondered, till he saw those beautiful eyes he saw before, the same girl he helped out, the same girl that made him be a hero.
Tess.
.......
Jeff’s first encounter with drugs was when he was 14, he was attending his friend birthday party and Jeff wondered off hoping to find a nice mature girl to speak to,
when he came upon a group of teenagers doing weed behind his friends house. In his eyes the teenagers were cooler then ever.
They asked if he wanted to try and of course he couldn’t let a ‘cool’ teenager down so he accept and got high for the first time.
He was 15 when he first did Ecstasy and he was 16 when he first tried Coke, which is what got him in the end.
Jeff’s parents moved from Africa down to Canada for safety reasons, Jeff’s father left him when he was 13 to pursue another woman.
He mother stopped working for health reasons and his family start to crumble.
At age 15 Jeff started dealing drugs just so he can keep his mother healthy and bring home food. His mom doesn’t know he’s a dealer, and he will never tell her.
He tries to attend school often but ends up leaving half away threw. Where then he would continue to sell, sell, sell.
Jeff is an only child looking out for his sick mother; he doesn’t like to be called a gangster or a dealer but a ‘Goon’.
He has never been shot at and he has never shot anyone though he carries around a pistol in his pocket.
Other dealers have beaten him down and he has beaten down other dealers. Jeff as never been to jail, he doesn’t have a criminal record, he doesn’t care if he has one.
He is intelligent and an amazing artist at painting.
Jeff has never been arrested.
He’s only 17.
Never arrested.
Goon.
SECTION 2 - "Saving"
Tess, 16, grade 11, couldn’t concentrate on her geography homework;
thoughts kept popping up of Sean.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
Her mind kept moving; her thoughts kept running, her world stopped spinning. She threw her textbook to the wall and stood up in a fuss.
She dragged her tired feet to the mirror and stared at her self and wondered if she was good enough for Sean.
She took her fist and rammed it right threw the mirror causing her fist to bleed and sting. She tore down her portraits and threw them across the room.
Her father rushed in worried.
Tess, what the hell are you doing?
No answer. Staring.
Tess, what the hell is wrong with you?
No answer. Staring
Tess, don’t make me ask again.
No answer. Staring.
Her dad smacked her across the face and started beating her.
John stop hitting our baby.
Shut up Mary, she wanted to disrespect me and not answer me; our daughter needs to get a beating.
Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch.
All her mother could do was stand there.
He stopped.
Now Tess, you’re going to tell me what’s wrong.
She couldn’t speak, she tried to speak but she couldn’t find the right words.
Dad, dad, you beat me, and beat me and you make me feel like shit about myself, I go to school and I feel like shit, I look at myself in the mirror and I feel like shit.
I like a boy but you beat me and hurt me and cut me and I feel like shit, Iam not good enough for him, iam not good enough for you, Iam not good enough for anyone.
Her father stood there.
Her mother crying.
Tess bleeding.
Her father standing, speechless.
Silent.
Without any hesitation her dad backhanded her knocking her out cold.
Tess lay there, motionless. The last thought running threw her head, was having her dad comfort her instead she lay there motionless.
.......
It’s a cold night Jeff, where are you going out this time of night?.
Mom, I have a job, I need to bring home the money or else we wont get anywhere.
Ok well, you never tell me what you do for work and I get scared when you go out at all hours of the night.
Yes I know, I know mom, I’ll be back before 2, don’t wait up for me.
Jeff kissed his mother and glided his torn Rebooks to the buss stop, walking to the back,
admiring all the other faces of the night. A drug addict, waiting for her next high, almost falling asleep, a homeless bum looking for shelter,
ravers on the brink of there ecstasy high, Jeff saw them all before.
Last stop in the city.
Jeff walked off the bus trying not to get any body following him to here he was heading.
The blue house on the corner didn’t look blue in the night, look purple, or teal, but it didn’t look inviting at all.
Jeff knocked on the door.
Once.
Twice.
No answer.
A voice came from the distance.
Who it be?.
Jeff, Jeffrey La’ Shawn.
The voice came closer, a hand on the knob, the door opened, and there stood a tall black guy with dreads and the stench of weed coming from his breath
while Bob Marley played in the background.
Jeff my boy, we gots a supplies fo you tah sell son, yous gotta sit your black ass down here, listen to some Bob Marley Boy, I go get yo shiz.
Ok, ok Cee.
Jeff has known Cee since he first start selling drugs and guns. The first time they met was when Jeff was looking for some drugs to sell and came upon him.
Not knowing how to get drugs at the age of 15 he just did what ever told him to do, go to the Cee. Since then Cee supplied him with everything,
and in return Jeff got a house to stay in whenever he wanted, 60 percent of the share and a friend.
My boy, here you go, you got’s a pistol in case you get’s jacked and I got you 4 grams of the white powda and 5 grams of the Maryjane, you think you can handle it?.
Yes, yes, il bring yo money in a week.
No son, week is too long, ima be gone to a magical place in 3 days so you have 2 days tah sell my goodness, or ima strip you of all yo junk.
But you know how business is slow and I’m still getting settled in my new area, you have to give my time bro.
Look my boy, this is not a game, you do not press pause and go eat a snack, this is my business, I know yous a young gee but sometimes,
you have to rush, rush rush, so Jay Jay, 2 days.
Ok, ok 2 days.
Ight, now go make my money, my ladies are getting restless.
Jeff stuffed the drugs in his pocket and put the pistol in his waistband and walked out. He kept walking till he got to his drug selling spot,
usually around this time there prostitutes and trannys setting up there ‘thing’ but this time, there was no one.
He ended just walking to the laundry mat where he usually chilled at to wait for customers.
He flicked on the TV, and watched Jerry Springer late edition.
Yo son is a crack head, he beat my son up and left him fo dead.
The very large black woman said on TV.
No, No, that’s a lie, my son is not a crack head, he never even did drugs in his life woman, don’t MAKE me come over there bitch slap your black ass to Kentucky.
Jeff sat there, waiting for a costumer.
Well there’s irony.
He said, shutting off the TV and growing restless of waiting.
.......
Christopher Ackley paced around his house like a mad man, eager to call the police but what exactly could he say.
It was an hour and he was waiting, and waiting for the phone call but he was also trying to remember, just remember.
It was an ally, there was a guy selling drugs, Sara clutched Christopher’s hand, told him to turn back.
As soon as he turned around the whole world went black.
An hour and Thirty Five minutes passed.
The phone rings.
Unknown number and name.
Hello, hello, Sara, Sara?
Hello Mouse, or I mean Chris, you didn’t think we would call you back did you? But that’s good, suspense is delighting once and while.
So let me explain to you son how you can get your girlfriend back.
I want her back NOW!!
That’s funny, you’re a funny guy. No but in all seriousness if you want your sweet, sweet Sara back,
take the train down to the warehouse on 75th street with One Hundred Thousand in dollar bills, and then we will see.
I don’t have that muc…
Don’t you even say that Chris, like I said, I know you, I know where you live, I know where you eat,
I know that you own a Chrysler that you bought to show off in front of Sara and I know the Ten carrot ring you bought for her as well.
Now don’t tell me you don’t have One Hundred Thousand in your little bank of yours movie star.
You are sic…
Il see you in an hour chap.
He ran out of his house in a hurry, not paying attention to the lady asking him if she can use his can opener.
He ran to the bank and asked for One Hundred Thousand, answered a much of lame questions, received the money and looked for a train.
Before this, Chris’s life had been bland, he was never one to fit in, he never had any good relationships to last more then 3 days and his dream to stardom felt like
he would never achieve such greatness…at least not right now.
Off the train he stumbled, bumping into people, clueless to where he was going.
Hey dude, dude, what’s your name?
My name is Jeff, you looking for drugs brah?
No, no, I’m not looking to buy. Do you know where 7th Street is, with the big warehouse?
Um, brotha, I think, if its blue,
then over there behind the church.
Thank you.
He slipped him a twenty and ran down the road briefcase in hand. Down, down the road he ran. There stood the blue warehouse and the cell phone ring.
Unknown number and name.
Hello Chris, that’s a big briefcase.
I have the money where do I put it?
There is a table, in the middle, put it on the table facing the right side of the building.
Chris walked slowly and calmly checking around the room to see if he can notice any movement but there was none to be seen or heard.
There, there, its on the fucking table.
Christopher don’t give me lip. You want your girl, back up and leave the building for 12 minutes and ill call you back.
He bolted out the building and hid in a bush, spying from a distance, able to catch any movement, but there was none.
12 minutes passed and the phone rang.
Unknown number and name.
I Applaud you Christopher, I didn’t think you had the balls to give out your money, or I should say, your daddy’s money but I do thank you for the money.
I saw you trying to catch a glimpse from the bushes so we had to be stealth. Your girl is in there.
The mysterious person hung up.
Without another minute Chris ran into the building, his heart sank, he came upon the dust covered table, there lay a body in a bag.
His heart sank as his eyes burned up with tears.
.......
Sean opened up his tired eyes, only to remeber that he had school today as his mom called for him
Sean its almost 8 the bus is coming, get your ass up
yeaaa
he moned as he dragged his feet on the floor.
See today wasnt any other random day, it wasnt any normal day, he wasnt having a test nor was he having an exam,
today he was gonna walk up to tess and ask her out.
Recently they have been going out on dates, she filled him in on what happend with her father beating her
and he comforted her, and days later her father was arrested for abuse and also drug possesion.
Her father was purchsing coke from a local drug dealer name jeff, which is the main reason
to why he has been acting so strange and beating Tess.
As sean stared at his face in the washroom mirror he kept thinking diffrent scenrios out
of how this would play out and how he would ask her.
would you go out with me?
no thats too straight up he thought
do you wanna date me?
too creepy.
Sean jsut forgot about the whole ordeal and would act on his emotions.
Tess has been staying at seans house recently for more comfort to him, they have been watching all the series in friday the 13
and nightmare on elm street. Scary movies made tess feel calm, odly enough, so sean took full advantage of that
and started renting the most scariest epic ones to make her feel calm and cool and forget about the whole dad thing.
Just made his way in to the doors of the school, it was a cold day and his hands were read from the 3 minute walk
from the bus to the school. The first face he saw when he entered was guy name larry, who had no friends and he just likes
to watch people walk in the school. The second face he saw was a girl and boy name conny, they were dating and they both had the same
last name.
He made it to his locker and popped it open as tess came behind him and held him and squeezed him.
Hey boy
Hey you
How was your weekend?
You mean how was my weekend spending it with you?
Yeah, i know you liked the movies, i mean you rented them for me
well that is because i like you, and iam a nice guy am i not?
yes yes yes.
Listen Tess, i need to ask you somthing.
Ok.
But not here, i wanna do it where you can hear me.
um, whats this about?
Sean shut his locker, took her hand and headed to the library.
Dont worry its nothing bad as he found a far away spot from the teachers in the library.
I was wondering if..
What? wondering what, stop your stutting, what do you want pretty boy?
Ok um, well, lets just say, i like you and you like me and
Yes I Will date you.
How did you know..?
well i can read you, and yes id love to be with you, duh. Now lets go bore ourselfs with useless information about jesus.
She took Seans hand.
He squized her hand well a smile on his face.
She squized back.
He was in love.
She was in love.
It was almost valentines.
.......
Christopher sat in his chair while night fell and the clock behind him ticked.
That body on the cold rusty table wasn't Sara's, he didn't know the person but he gut feeling is telling him Sara is still alive.
Chris has been waiting for a phone call from who ever has Sara.
He waits.
He waits.
The sun comes up and the clock keeps ticking, but there still no sign of his beauty in distress.
When the phone rings he picks it up hoping its the culprit but
its ether his bank confirming that he knew one hundred thousand was taken from his bank or its the wrong number.
Tick, tick tick.
The clock ticks and his mind is racing as he falls in and out of consciousness due to sleep depervation.
The first time he met Sara he was saw her walk past her car and there eyes met but that was all.
The second time they met, he was going to get his daily coffee at his local Starbucks
where he would usually see the same person but today was different he saw Sara as he was coming in and she was going out.
Excuse me, ms?
Yes?
I dont mean to bother you but i just cant seem to get you out of my mind from the last time i saw you.
You mean your stalking me?
No, no, i mean, well you saw me first.
Mmmm, do you have a nice car?
Well i wouldn't call it ni-
i do remember you, ha, im just fooling with you.
Oh right, ha.
Thanks for the complement um..
Christopher Ackley but you can call me Chris.
Yeah, IL call you Chris.
She waltz away in the sunset.
Since then Chris has been crazy for her and she has been crazy for him, somthing about her attracted him to her.
Something about him attracted her to him.
The phone rings.
Unknown number and name.
Chris bolts up.
This is him, this is the son of bitch.
He picks up the in a hush.
You son of -
Hey hey now Chris, you need some sleep your cranky.
No, you dont tell me what to do, i gave you the damn money so-
So you want your girlfriend, so what, blah blah blah, i herd that shit before. You see when you do stuff your way,
i take offense to that, its like the student trying to be the teacher which isn't smart. Now this time you play by my rules,
no trying to be a little spy now and hiding behind stuff or next time Sara will be dead Sara. Comprehenda?
Yes fine.
Alright sir, this is how i do things. Your girlfriend is still intact and she will be for 48 hours, no more.
i want you to meet me on the corner street of lavender and flock and we will see how much she means to you.
I hope to see you there fighting like a men and not like a cop pig with a gun.
Uh, Um, Pig?
You herd me and i will win this one.
Ok...not if i find you first.
Hang up.
At that very second Chris knew exactly who that man was, he use to parade around town telling off cops and getting in fights with them.
He didn't know where to find 'the man' but he knew who his daughter was.
As the sun was rising and a new day was starting, Chris whispered her name out loud.
Kate.
.......
The yellow sun was shining threw the curtains and hitting Tess’s face showing her beautiful soft skin, as her eyes opened up and she new today would be a good day as she threw up her blanket and walked to the kitchen for her daily ritual of coffee and toast. Her dad was sent to jail so she didn’t need to worry about saying something stupid and getting punched for it so today her smile was high up as the coffee begin to grow hotter.
Maybe today I’m going to call Sean and hang out with him, I feel like it’s a very good day.
She said this in her head, which isn’t weird at all to her. it started whenever she was 8, that was when her dad use to hit her and punch her for crying, for laughing to loud, for whining, for snoring, for yelling, for talking with her mouth open and for not paying attention when being spoken to. Her dad would usually hit her and punch her many times until she would eventually black out and she would wake up in her cold dark room with the door locked from the outside and that is when she started talking to herself like it was no big deal. She would have conversations about why her father would hit her, if he even loved her or sometimes she would talk about running away, or staying in her bed all day or perhaps even calling the police but even then pushing those three digits in the phone felt like an alarm would instantly go off in her house and her father would be right behind her punching her out.
One time she was driven to the hospital cause her father “accidentally” broke her arm, when really he drop a pot on her arm for trying to get her Barbie that was under the fridge and on that day was the first time her mother witnessed the abuse. She almost told the nurse about what happened, when her father pulled her mother aside and told her, if she were ever to say anything, he would kill Tess and since that very day it was a “family secret”.
Tess made her way to the couch with her food and coffee in hand as she turned the commercial from MTV to VH1 to MTV2 and nothing really interested her. She realized her mother wasn’t home and usually at this time her mother was. Nervousness set in as she got a sick feeling to her stomach.
Something isn’t right.
She called her mothers phone but there was no answer.
The last time something like this happened was when her mother got in a car accident and was treated at the nearby hospital for a neck injury. The following night her husband pushed her down and almost punched her for “purposely” wrecking her car.
Dial tone.
No answer.
No answer.
Tess knew something was up and the thought was killing her, as she kept calling and kept getting the same result.
Dial tone
No answer.
At 2:00 PM, her mothers car pulled up and Tess gave a sigh of relive but the sick feeling in her stomach still stood.
Her mother walked in, wiping her mascara that had fallen from her cheek, trying to hide it from her daughter.
Mom, where there hell were you?
Don’t curse young lady, I was just…doing some errands.
That’s a lie, you look like you been crying.
No, I’m not crying dear, my eyes just hurt today, I’m going to go lay down.
Mom no, you have to tell me what’s wrong.
No I don’t, I am fine and I don’t, I’m going to go lay down.
MOM-
Enough!
Tess sat there for hours with a sick feeling in her stomach, she new something was up, she could see it in her mothers eyes and feel it in the room like it was huge purple elephant. She couldn’t think, eat, nor pay attention to her favourite TV show.
Something is going on.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She picked it up as her mom ran out.
I got it, don’t pick it up.
But it was too late.
Hello ma’am, I am Detective Miller, I handled your case with about your husband. Is this Miss Andrews?
Yes.
Tess lied
What about him?
I just want to clarify that you know that your husband has been released because we didn’t have enough evidence to hold up in court.
The line went dead.
Tess sat there, with that sick feeling in her stomach.
It felt like she was dying.
It ate at her and all she could do was sit there.
Hello, ma’am? Miss Andrews? Are you there?
.......
The clocks hand hit 11pm and the news flashed on, telling Jeff it was almost time to go out and do what he usually does, which was sell drugs and weapons and get him more money then his mother can usually get from work. The news came on with one story that hit Jeff straight in the heart and made him sit there not being able to move.
“Former big time drug dealer and criminal known as Carl “Cee” Clifford was found gun down today in his apartment, there seemed to be over $ 100,000 cash missing and over 200 boxes of weapons and drugs missing as well. If anyone has any leads to this please give a call to your local police station…”
Jeff sat there, stunned, not really know what to say or do, as his mother came in, giving him a strange look.
Why are you at home, aren’t you suppose to be at work?
Yes, its just, I was watching the news and Cee was shot, do you remember him Ma?
No…wait…is that the guy that usually hangs out around the laundry mat selling all that bad junk?
Well yes but he was also my friend.
He isn’t your friend Jeff, he is a criminal, you don’t hang out with criminals, all they bring is negativity…you better not be hanging out with him…are you Jeff?
No…yes. Ok Ma, I’m going to come clean on something, I have to tell you now, so in case I don’t show up on the news like him…
News! What the hell you talking about, you aren’t a criminal and you don’t hang out with that gangster, you aren’t a gangster, you’re my so-
No ma, listen to me, I am trying to explain myself to you, just listen.
Ok dear..
I realized a while back you didn’t get paid as much as you should of, and people are stupid like that so I felt like it was my job to step up to the plate and get more money for us so I would steal things and sell them and…
YOU WOULD WHAT!
MA, let me speak. I didn’t like to steal things, I did it for you, I did it cause I didn’t want you to not have a home, or a bed to sleep in. I sold drugs, and weapons and I got paid good, that’s why we have the things we do.
Jeff, I don’t know what to say…
Well, I still sell things like that, I need to, to keep you in this house because I don’t want you to be living outside an-
THAT’S NOT YOUR SAY, I AM YOUR MOTHER, I LOOK AFTER YOU, YOU DON’T LOOK AFTER ME!
But if I never looked after you, we would be homeless right now. I cant let that just happen, I need to protect you.
Jeff, that’s very sweet of you, but I love you and I don’t want to see your face on the news like that shit gangster, he never had a mother to teach him better and that’s why he is dead.
I know, I guess I realized after watching him on TV I didn’t want to be like him but I don’t want you to be living outside.
Being a hustler isn’t the only way to succeed in life, I taught you better. We can find other ways to get money, you know that right, son?
I know Ma, that’s why I think tonight will be my last and I’ll come back home with enough money to get us threw the month and I will never look back, I promise. Just give me one more night, please Ma, you know I love you, I will stop embarrassing you, I will come back home and find a real job, I just need one more night.
Ok, ok, Jeff, but if the cops bust you tonight, your staying in the cell for the rest of the night, you need to learn your lesson.
Thank you, one last night, I promise, I will be home by sun rise and I will find somewhere better to work, just have faith in me, one more night.
You cant ask me to accept that your going to be a gangster tonight cause I will not but I pray for you to come back home safely. Now leave before I change my mind.
Jeff kissed his mother and ran out the door, almost missing the 11:30 bus. As the bus pulled in, he new he would never continue this life style anymore, he didn’t want to be face on TV that got gunned down, nor did he want to be the person behind bars with no name. As he found his spot on the bus he was glad he opened up to his mother, he was glad tonight was his last night cause he knew he would never stand on the side walk at 12am near the laundry mat selling drugs and weapons, he knew he was better then that.
The bus stopped at his location and he walked down the stairs with a smile on his face, cause he knew very well, he would never do this job anymore but what he didn’t know was that tonight would be the last night of his life.
SECTION 3 - Surviving
Shivers went down Kate’s back as the old man kept telling her to have sex with him like she meant it but the thought of this vile man touching her, broke her down inside. She wasn’t always like this, as far as she could remember she was a happy girl and it had to take more then 50 dollars to even kiss her on the first date, now she is having sex with old man more then 10 times a day.
She sits back and puts on a fake smile while the thought of her sister being happy comforted her. She knew she would do anything to give her sister a better life that she never had, so she would prostitute each and everyday to get to the life she wants for her sister.
As the old guy finished up, Kate got up to put her clothes on and oddly enough she felt strange at that moment, she had a bad feeling.
HEY BITCH, WHERE YOU GOING?
Sir I am just putting on my clothes.
No your not, not until I tell you.
You didn’t pay me to order me around, you paid me to have sex with me and that’s all your gonna get.
ARE YOU GIVING ME LIP? YOU DIRTY SLUT.
Calm down Sir, just give me the money and go, I need to get home to my sister.
OH POOR BABY, I AM NOT GIVING YOU SHIT.
I NEED the money!
I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE YOU SHIT, JUST LIKE I SAID.
Kate stood there, angered, mad at herself and not really know what to do, a 200 hundred pound man stood in front of her, she couldn’t do anything but grab her mace from her boots and spray it in his eyes.
YOU BITCH! YOUR GONNA DIE NOW.
The man stumbled around the room trying to get a hold of her as Kate searched around for his pants. There lay his wallet and she new she deserved all the money in the world for putting her body on the line like that every day. She grabbed the money and before she could run out, she felt a fist to the back of the head, and then she saw the fan in the room.
Fan.
Light.
Blackout.
…
She woke up.
Her clothes ripped.
Her money gone.
She had been rapped and used and she wanted to kill.
Just kill.
She made her way to her feet, walked out of the motel home and sauntered home disappointed in her self more then ever. She walked the stairs of her apartment with tears in eyes, blood on her clothes and an empty wallet. As she made her way into her apartment room she felt that same sickness in her stomach, she new something was up. She walked into her apartment and there stood her father, with a young blond woman tied up.
DAD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Well dear you should come give me a hug and thank me for kicking your crack head mother out.
NO, I WILL NOT THANK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU LEFT ME HERE TO FEND FOR MY OWN, IF ANYTHING YOU DESERVE TO BE BEATIN UP.
Oh now now Katelynn, that’s not how are you suppose to speak to her father.
MY FATHER! OK SO NOW YOU’RE MY FATHER? WHERE WAS MY “FATHER” WHEN I HAD TO PROSTITUTE EVERYDAY JUST TO FEED MADDY?
Sweetie, I had to go find myself and now I stand here happier then ever, I wanna be your father again, you wont need to ever worry about prostitution.
THAT’S A LIE, I DON’T WANT YOU BEING HERE IN MY LIFE ANYMORE, I WANT YOU OUT AND I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND WITH YOU, I DON’T WANT ANY PART OF YOUR CHARADE.
Kate dear, can we just talk quietly? I sent your sister to bed.
DID YOU TOUCH HE-
NO, I didn’t hurt her, now why would I hurt my daughters?
Ok ‘FATHER’ why are you here anyways? What could you possible want with me and why do you have a female tied up in my house? I already had a bad night as is, I don’t want your kinky love affairs in my house.
I met her on the street and for that we got some money for it.
‘We’? There is no ‘we’, there is me and Maddy.
Well what happens if I said I can give you One Hundred Thousand dollars?
You wouldn’t, cause you don’t have that money, your just a low life coward that walks out on his kids.
No wrong Katelynn, I have the money.
I wanna see it!
Ok, ok, you will, but first I want you to meet the girl who got us the money.
He took the tape off her red lips as she started screaming for help.
Shhhhh, tell my daughter what your name is.
LET ME GO!
Dad, let her go!
Nah, Id rather not, she got us money, there’s more left to do with this girl.
Who ever you are, my boyfriend is going to find you and kill you.
That’s not nice now.
DAD, LET HER GO, SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.
Oh I know she doesn’t but her boyfriend does…now doesn’t he ‘SARA’. Either way your boyfriend will die. Christopher Ackley, will die… Comprehenda?
.......
The cold breeze hit Jeff in the face, making him realize that he wont have to stand out here trying to sell some drugs and that made him warm inside so the cold breeze didn’t faze him. It was almost 4 and he was almost ready to go home, he made Five Hundred dollars selling the things he did and he felt content about tonight because he knew very well when he went home, his mom would hold him and he wouldn’t look back at this vile life he use to lead. He would be a different man, perhaps follow his dream and become a chief, where he would make big meals for celebrities and maybe one day he would have his own cooking show and maybe it would be called “Jeff’s Eatery Special” and that right there would sky rocket his life and his mothers life, she would ever have to work nor would he ever have to think of slipping back into his old ways. He knew he could get that far, it was possible.
Jeff never wanted to be a gangster and he never wanted the title of a ‘Goon’ or a ‘Gee’, but if your selling drugs and weapons and you don’t care, those are the titles your gonna get, so when people called him that on a daily basis, he just wanted to forget about this job and never look back and he was glad that today was the last day. He didn’t care that tonight people would walk by and call him that because today was his last day, until he got his last customer.
Hey man, I’m looking for a gun.
A gun? Ok, what kind of gun?
Anything is great, maybe a pistol?
Ok, well dude I got it in the back, so if you don’t mind, we have to go back there and get it.
Sure. What’s your name boy?
Jeffrey.
Ok, well I’m John, nice to meet you Jeffrey.
Yeah. So these are the guns here, I got a Revolver, a glock and your usual pistol.
What do you think I should get?
Well depends what your using it on?
Well Jeffrey, I just came out of jail and you know, some chump put me in jail so I have get revenge over them.
Ha, Ok well, you want to hide your gun then right? So id go with the Revolver.
A revolver.. ok and how many round does it shoot?
7-10.
OK sir, I think I want to get a Revolver. How much?
Um One Thousand but I’m in a good mood so you can give me Eight Fifty.
Wow, how kind of you, does bullets come with it?
How else are you gonna a shot and illegal gun?
Ha-ha funny boy…ok I want that.
Sure.
The gun was passed over to him as the man took the bullets out of the case and put only one in the gun without Jeff realizing.
So Jeff, do you have any accuracy with a gun?
No, I haven’t shot a gun before.
Oh well, that’s good, you know, there should be more people like you on this earth because this world would know how to protect themselves with Eight Hundred dollar guns in there hand.
Yeah…right, so were done here?
Yes but before I take off, I just want to say, I feel like we have a connection, so I feel comfortable telling you why I bought this gun.
Man, you don’t need to.
Well no its ok, I like to open up to people I have connections with and I haven’t done that and a while. You see, my wife sent me to jail cause I was beating my daughter, now isn’t that stupid? When I wasn’t putting her, I mean I was but lets just say she deserved it most cases and-.
That’s enough hommie, I don’t want to know who your using your gun on, I am just the person you bought it from.
Yes I know, my bad Jeffrey.. is that what people say now a days ‘my bad’? Anyways, I seem like I have to get this off my chest cause maybe then ill realize I spent Eight Hundred dollars for nothing right? I need some clarity.
I understand but I think my time is up for today, I must go home now cause its my last day and-
Well wait a minute Jeffrey, you haven’t herd the best part.
And what would that be?
Well I am not using my gun on my wife or my daughter just yet, I need a target…
Before Jeff could realize what he said, the gun went off, the one bullet pierced there his lungs as he fell to ground breathing for air.
Sorry Jeffrey, I didn’t mean to kill you but damn I have good accuracy.
The men fled away as the nearest cop ran down the ally to find Jeff laying in his own blood trying to catch his breathe.
Breathing.
Breathing.
He vision started wearing out and all he could hear was a cop tell someone to call 911.
He couldn’t speak.
He couldn’t move.
He was getting cold as the blood danced around his body.
His breathing was fading.
Breathing slower.
Slower.
Slower.
His phone rings.
His mother was calling.
She was going to say she prayed for him.
His breathing stopped.
His eyes closed.
The world shut off.
He lay there motionless.
Dead.
.......
Am I speaking with Christopher Ackley?
Yes, why? Who is this?
Its Kate, I got your number from your girlfriend in the middle of the night. I need to make this quick and simple before my father realizes anything but my father is here with your girlfriend, she is tied up. I herd your suppose to be meeting him but I want him out of my life so I need you to come down here ASAP, get rid of him.
Your father…you realize I’m going to kill him? He took my girlfriend, he took my money and now I have nothing left to lose.
Yes, yes I know, that’s why I am calling you.
Ok, where do you live?
By the laundry mat.
I’m coming down. Act normal, if he suspects something is up, I want you to call me but try your hardest to keep him there even if you need to knock him out with any form of weapon. This bitch is mine.
Hang up.
Kate walked out of her room, very cautious as she saw her father sitting on the couch with Sara tied up next to her.
Where the hell is Maddy at?
Calm down Kate, I sent her to school
Did you even give her food?
Yes of course I did, I mean she is my daughter.
You have no right to say that, especially with a tied up female in our house, how long have you had her tied up for anyways?
Like two days, its not a big deal, this is how were gonna make our money.
Why don’t you just go live with uncle John, I mean he is your brother I’m sure he will understand how fucked up you are.
Dear, please don’t use that fowl language and why don’t I, its because he is having issues with his family, I was actually just speaking to him. I don’t want to interfere.
Well I’m sure he isn’t as messed up as you are.
You would be surprised, Besides dear, don’t you miss our father and daughter bonding?
Bonding? If you call this bonding then I wondering what prom week will be like.
Your so negative Kate, I remember when you use to smile a lot.
Yeah cause I had a reason to, I had a nice family going for me, then you run away like a little coward leaving mom to fend for herself and all she did was become a drug addict and left Maddy to me, in which case I had to leave school to prostitute and rise Maddy, all because you left us and now you have the decency to ask for bonding time. YOU DON’T DESERVE BONDING TIME AND NORE WILL I EVER CALL YOU MY FATHER, ESPECIALLY SEEING AS HOW YOU SHOWED UP WITH A TIED UP FEMALE. You have a sick mind and I cant wait till -
Pause.
Till what Kate?
Nothing, never mind.
No, don’t pause on me…wait, you called Chris didn’t you?
No…I don’t even know him.
You lying bitch, I’m not gonna let him come to me, I do this ON MY OWN TIME.
I didn’t call him…
YES YOU DID, AND YOU WILL PAY IF HE SHOWS UP.
Kate’s father got up threw Sara on his shoulder for was heading for the door, as She tried to stop him, being knocked down on the cold floor.
YOU KNOW WHY I LEFT THE FAMILY KATE? CAUSE I ALWAYS SAW NO HOPE FOR YOU, NO HOPE FOR THIS FAMILY AND NOW I HAVE TO MAKE HOPE MYSELF SO INSTEAD OF TRYING TO GET ME KILLED, YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MY DAUGHTER AND HELP ME.
As he was trying to make it out of the apartment with Kate holding on to his leg, three strong knocks hit the wooden white door. There was silence and a pause and the door kicked open.
Hello mouse, thanks to your daughter, I found your layer, so it looks like I’m the cat and your mouse and now, I’m going to kill you and not feel an inch of guilt, I hope your ready to die.
Chris cocked his gun and placed it to her fathers forehead but before he could pull the trigger, he herd a gun shot happen in front of him and Kate’s father went down with blood streaming from his chest as Kate lay there, clutching on to the gun that killed her father.
.......
Sean made his way up to Tess’s door as he knocked on it a few times and waited.
No answer.
He knew Tess wasn’t there, she was getting off work but he just thought he would drop by and wait for her.
He knocks again.
No answer.
He felt something weird going on, after numerous knocks there is still is no answer. He then thought maybe her dad came back there and did something unspeakable so he thought he may just have to be a hero and waltz in.
As he walked threw the living room calling out her mothers name there was still no answer. Sean isn’t a negative guy, most cases he likes to think positive, unless he has a strong reason to think negative, his positive mind is stronger. When he was 5 he once had a dog name Lucy, she was a puppy, she would like to wonder off into weird places around the house but she would always manage to find her way back to him when he was ready for bed except for one time when Lucy didn’t make it back, she wasn’t there the next day either or the day after so Sean’s parents figured Lucy ended up in the wrong place and could have just found a way out of the house and got lost. Though Sean could never believe he always thought Lucy was still in the house and still around. His parents told him they would get him a new dog but he kept tell them Lucy is still around. His positive mind trumped his parents when they herd a scratching on the ceiling of Sean’s bed room and sure enough it was Lucy, alive and well. Since that day Sean was never considered to think negative unless he had to, like today in that house with Tess's mom not able to be found and the front door unlocked; he thought maybe he has think negative just so he is prepared for whatever is to happen.
As Sean creeped into the kitchen he knew right then something was not right, the further he got, the more his heart sank.
One step.
Two step.
Three step.
Four step.
He mad it around the whole house except for the Tess’s mothers room. He opened the door slowly as he called for her name.
Mary?.
The door opened slowly and her mother was laying on her bed with a bullet in the left side of her chest and her head as blood soaked up the mattress. He just stood there, not knowing what to do, he made a ran to the phone and dialed 911 but there was no ring tone, the phone wire was cut. He stumbled back trying to catch his breath as he bumped into the one person he wished hadn’t.
You’re my daughter's boy friend aren’t you?
Yea…yeah.
That’s good, I always wanted to meet you, what’s your name sir?
Um…
Speak up sir I cant hear you.
Sean…my name is Sean and your not gonna get away with-
With murder? Is that what your gonna say? Well who is to tell I did this right? Your not going to tell, are you Sean?
Uh…no, I wont but-
But there cant be a but Sean, I cant let you walk out the door telling people I killed my wife now.
I wont, I promise.
Well, sadly I only believe people I know.
You can believe me…I promise, just please don’t kill me.
Oh well now I don’t like begging. Why in the world would you come here anyways Sean?
I was waiting…for your daughter to get home.
OK and do what with her? Your gonna try and sleep with her eh?
No, I respect her, I wouldn’t-
That a lie, every boy is a horny boy wanting to abuse a beautiful innocent girl like my daughter.
But sir I wouldn’t.
Its OK, I’m just joking with you.
Uh…OK…can I go?
No, you can not go.
I wont tell anyone, I promise, I will never tell.
Never?
I promise.
OK well, I believe you young man.
OK then…thanks, so I can go now?
I don’t want you to go.
Well why not, you said you believed me?
Just cause I believe you, doesn’t mean I’m going to let you live.
Gun.
Trigger.
Bullets.
Sean lays there dead, the blood streaming from the hole that was just opened in his head.
Besides…I need some one to wait with me, Tess is next.
The killer sits there with the gun in his hand and two bodies on the floor, with a smile on his face as he goes and gets himself some ice tea and waits.
He waits.
END
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