Biographical Non-Fiction posted November 25, 2023 | Chapters: | ...6 7 -8- 9... |
Half in and half out
A chapter in the book Spectre
The Blur
by Lea Tonin1
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
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The morning peaks shines my eyes
Disguise of love I know are lies
Hope for more the heart just dies
Poison spreads my voice such cries
My mind my soul I thought was wise
My bath of tears my own demise.
She takes from me all my ties.
Nothing stays just her disguise.
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present
The tears keep rolling down my face. A deluge I just can't seem to stop...they slip down of their own volition in spite of my instructions.
With her the misery never ends. She will continue to attack with all her resources as she has always done. It's done in the most insidious ways.
She does not care who she hurts in the process. From her to my sister to my son to my grandchildren. Generational madness.
Do what she wants to me. Not my son. Not my grandchildren.
Part of me wants to seek her out, Get in her face and...and...
But I can't. I cannot be her therefore I can never let her beat me down.
Let those people think what they wish. A lie is much more fun than the truth it seems. I can't change it, therefore I must leave it behind.
Through all these many years and all the terrible things she and her multiple men have done, especially one, she still continues even after he's gone. She targets me, why I don't know.
Although she has committed many crimes against my sisters, more so towards myself. I'm not sure why. I can only guess...Jealousy, Scared because I'm exposing all of this?
But that doesn't make sense. Because she was cruel long before then. I try to hold out against despair but sometimes...well, perhaps it's the circumstance. I've always known my mother was and is narcissistic. But now I consider the possibility that she is in fact sociopathic as well. A person who mimicks human behavior and emotion but doesn't actually feel it.
Can she hurt me? Yes.
Can she bring me down? Yes
Will I stay there?
Hell no!!
So I took my little dog, put on her leash and we took a long cool walk.
The cold fresh air never fails to invigorate me and clear the cobwebs from my mind dispelling some of the sadness away.
The sun shining on my face doesn't happen very often in winter here and yet this weather pattern persists.
We take advantage. My dog sniffs and I gaze.
No matter what happens in the world, it can't take away from the beauty all around us. The miracles and cycles of life stare me in the face just looking at a tree in wintry sleep.
Never failed to bring me back to myself.
So I am back. Angry and more determined and for every strike my back becomes stiffer....
Let the blood flow....
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Past
"Let's roll. Lines movin' up." Ginger haired man said.
"Fuck that...let's smoke first!" E said. Around the corner to the same spot as last time.
I thought to myself, "Why not? it will make it easier to disappear within myself."
The joint went round while we introduced ourselves to one another. It occurred to me, through their behavior, that they'd already picked which woman there were going to have before we even showed up.
Once again, we closed in on the entrance. My legs became stiffer and began to refuse the commands of my mind. I paused at the doors of the club. My mind screaming not to go in there!
I felt a hand at the small of my back gently easing me forward toward a table near the stage.
I was becoming more than nervous. Wildy afraid of a repeat performance from two nights ago. I prepared myself to bolt with a direction in mind. We ordered drinks and food. When the drink was placed in front of me, I guzzled half of it right away. Looking up all eyes were upon me.
I could hear E and R (the red head) whispering. "Your friend is frigid".
"Don't worry R, she'll loosten up. You'll see. Look! She just drank down half her drink!" E explained.
The drink took its toll and I was turning into a spaghetti noodle. Even in that condition, I remained aware. The evening progressed R's attention began to increase just as K's was the other night. The club was closing and I could hear E shouting over the music.
"Let's go!" She said. We're going to R's house."
Ding Ding Ding!! Alarm bells all singing through my mind while little gymnasts jumped in my head waving their little arms.
"I don't wanna go there...can't we just go back to your house?" I asked.
"They paid for the night, that's what we're gonna give them." She said exasperated. "Besides, what happened to you the other night, shouldn't happen again unless you want it to. It's a shitty way to get started but the worst is over. You have been initiated."
"Ok," I said, hoping she wasn't lying to me.
We pulled into a lot containing grey stucco duplexes. We followed the two men into the duplex on the end.
"Drink ladies?" The blonde man said.
"Could I just have some water please?" I asked slightly slurring my words.
The blonde haired man looked sideways at R then R, in turn, looked at E.
She turned and whispered in my ear.
"Drinking with them is part of the package and we want to make them feel comfortable. Laugh, smile, make conversation and drink."
"Fine." I grumbled.
Then she pretended to laugh at something I said.
"She was fucken with ya! She wants the drink but asked for water to see your expressions! Haha!" E chuckled.
The two men laughed. R said, "Good thing too! You mighta been a cop! We can't have that!
I just gave a small smile and accepted the drink. I sipped it slowly as inebriation was knockin' on my door threatening to put me to sleep. While R was cozying up beside me. His arm went around me while his fingers ran through my hair.
"So, how do ya like it sweet cheeks? From behind or missionary? A little slap and tickle maybe?"
Instantly, I snapped out of my stupor. Those words dug deep. They horrified me. The events of two nights ago came rushing back into my mind. I scanned the doors exact location and stood up. Quickly I locked on the door as I set my feet to flying.
I sailed through the door like a pole vaulter! I could hear E in the background.
"One of you guys go and get her!"
That last sentence put nitro in my feet and I was a bullet!
It was dark and very foggy. I didn't know which direction I was going in. I could barely see my hands, or feet below me.
I heared R yelling. "C'mon back! Nobody's gonna do anything!"
I sprinted through the night.
I sped to where the street had no lamps. My feet became the boss of my direction.
I ran directly into the arms of darkness...became invisible in the fog.
Then I slowly
...disappeared.
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Present
My eyes are dry, my resolve even stronger. I knew it would get worse before it got better.
I sit pondering this last blow and deciding her movements were predictable with increasing increasing collateral damage.
I've come to a very encouraging conclusion.
Keep writing...cuz I smell fear in air.
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This story is part of an auto bio called Spectre. It is book 2 of a series of 3. The first one is called Ghost. Both can be found in my portfolio. Should you wish to read, please note. Some chapters are hard to digest. Reader discretion is advised.
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