HI readers, I hoped you like the story entitled "One wrong night one wrong path". I have been digging through the files to show you my past works and I particularly like this one. (Its a bit short though!). The title is "A long battle to reality". It is originally written on 8th September 2000. That was like more than 8 years ago. My new piece is going to be up soon but I just want you all to read my past works first. Enjoy reading!
The story starts.........
It had been quite some time since I had last stepped into this concrete jungle. Things had changed so much from the day I left this place for a faraway place for a battle I got to fight. I remembered ten years ago, when I was just only twenty years old. A youth full of vitality, spirit and dreams to fight for my country. Now ten years later, my town has changed so much and I do not know much of what reality is all about in this changed place.
As I walked with the help of my clutches, my comrades and I strolled down the pavement. It had been an hour since we had walked out of our military base about a mile away from where we were right now. Strange eyes looked at us. Some gave us sympathetic glances, others had scornful glares. Some of my comrades had just one leg or a hand or was mutilated in one way or another due to one cause or another in the war. Painful memories of those times were forced down deep into our brains but yet stayed afloat in our minds whenever we saw each other in this stage. I was very lucky to just survive the war with fractures, numerous bruises and umpteen blood clots in my veins. Even though my physical injuries were insignificant, my mental injuries were ingrained and severe. Traumas, amnesia and a great loss of touch with reality in the civilisation seemed to be sticking onto my train of thoughts like a leech all these while.
When I reached to my home where I had written the address on my dog tag, it was not a home but an almost torn-down building. Wild thoughts came to my mind. What had happened to these buildings? Where did all the families go? What am I going to do?
I sank down to the floor, devastated. I felt as if an icy-cold knife had cut into my heart, my brain and my limbs. My limbs lost feeling, my heart muscle felt a strain from another major emotional setback, I was in a severe state of depression. I did not know what was going on. It was terrible, just very terrible beyond description. It suddenly succumbed to me that I had nowhere to go and that it would not be easy to find my family in my town.
I was a very tired man, I could call myself a war veteran at the age of thirty even though it was inappropriate. Even though I had yet to hit the middle age, I was all so worn out, without anything but the clothes I had on my war-hardened body. On that night, I was so drained out that I slept in front of a building, unaware of the surroundings.
When I woke up, the sun was already up in the sky. I found a few coins beside me. I felt so inferior. I felt like a beggar, a helpless beggar who after all these years had seemed to fail in his life. I took the coins and they were barely enough to buy me a loaf of plain bread for me to eat. People around me shunned me or just mongered weird remarks among themselves.
I regretted fighting that war which destroyed my youth which everybody had only once and nobody could turn back in time to enjoy youth once again. All they gave was that small amount of miserable compensation and a medal, which fetched little value. In return, all I had was a memory of what my family was like ten years ago. My kid brother should be fifteen years old. My elder sister who was two years my senior should be married by then and all the merry, sad and terrifying memories, which stuck to me like glue. I walked and walked, hoping to see one of my family members but to no avail. Then, someone tap my shoulder from behind.
"Hi, I am Marie, you must be one of the war veterans who came back. You are really great, what is your name?" I turned around and saw a female who seemed to be in her late-twenties. She was petite with wavy shoulder-length hair, which framed her oval-shaped face. Her eyes were sparkling blue and her rosy cheeks highlighted when she smiled. I was at first very cynical of the remarks of strangers.
“Just call me Mark,” my lie was short and sweet.
"Please take this, you would like it," As she spoke, she gave me a packet the size of two palms. I opened up and they are freshly-made cookies. I was so elated that I forgot all about my manners and ate them up in a fast and crude manner.
She continued," I have seen you around in this neighbourhood, it seems that you are homeless, I can always let you stay in my grandmother's place, I think that you wouldn't mind."
I was too delighted and just thanked her numerous times.
She interrupted, “Do not thank me. You should thank my grandmother, you would understand when you reached our place.”
It was her charm and charisma that won over my stubbornness and pride that I finally agreed to her suggestion. When I went into the cottage where her grandmother stayed, it was small but yet cosy.
An old lady came out of the kitchen and greeted me. She mentioned, “You must be the war veteran. I have always respected war veterans as my husband is one of them, but it was a pity he passed away just recently. I have seen you wandering in the streets and I have asked my grand daughter to help me offer you a place to stay.”
I forced myself to smile in front of the old lady and her grand daughter and accepted the offer even though deep down inside, the many emotional wounds were still fresh and deep.
Ever since that day, her grandmother treated me like her own grandson and we enjoyed each other’s company. Marie also visited her grandmother and that we would have dinner together and enjoyed the many conversations after dinner. It was occasional at first but as time goes by, it became more and more frequent. Inspite of the good company I had right now, I still missed my family members. It had been almost a year in town but my search for my family members or any traces of them came to nothing. As I stepped out and took a stroll along the streets on one day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between a few owners of the torn-down building where I once lived. I was so excited that I began attentive and eavesdropped over the conversation, but to my disappointment, I could not receive any information of any of my family members.
When I went back to the cottage and told Marie and her grandmother about what I had found out. I felt sad and they too felt sad for me.
Suddenly, Maria came over to me and told me," You have been good to the both of us, helping us in every way you can. I know that it is very hard for you to accept the fact that you might not be able to find your family but that you still got me. I..."
I interrupted with a defensive tone," No, don't get the wrong idea. You have accommodated me when I was homeless, it is my duty to help you in return. I have lost touch of reality. Lost touch of the warmness of the family, lost touch of what is happening around me. Regaining this touch of reality back is an uphill task for me. I have been so disillusioned by life that I forgot what is love, what is hate and so on. You do not know me ten years ago, but I have to admit that I am a changed man and no longer the man ten years back."
Marie stood up and suddenly grabbed my arm. I was stunned and looked at her in disbelief. Her eyes gave me a caring and alluring look, which was all so familiar but I could not recall. She admitted," The reason why I wanted you to stay in my grandmother’s home was that we were childhood friends. We have lost touch ten years ago because you went to war and that we had a liking for each other. I prayed for these many years that the war would be over and you would come back and may fate bring us together. When I saw you, I could not really recognise you but I took a few days to confirm who you really were. You are Richard Sanders, not Mark. But all these while, you could not recognise who I am. Though, I am very disappointed with you, I would still ….love you.”
As she uttered the last statements, her eyes turned red and tears trickled down her cheeks. She turned away and faced her back at me. I was stunned and shocked at the last few words she said. My mind, which was slowly regaining organisation and logic, was thrown back into a heap of catastrophic confusion.
I fumbled for a reply," No, you cannot love me, you are a pretty young lass who deserves a better man than I do. I am just a retired soldier who has nothing with him. I don't deserve you. I have to leave. Thank you both,"
I looked at her grandmother who was further away. She shook her head and gave a sign. "I thank you for all the help you have given to me, but that I am a lost man, a lost soul who had already lost meaning in life. I cannot carry on living in your home. I must leave. Sorry," I concluded.
I just did not know why but I had the conscience to leave this place without turning back my head and my steps turned quicker as my walk turned to a jog and then a run. I just ran as far as possible from everything. I did not know which part of my mind pushed me to a strong sense of denial and rejection of love from someone whom I once liked, I did not care whether my family existed, I did not care how Marie felt about me. I just went blank on my mind, totally blank.
I ran to my old home where it was already brought down and a flat piece of land lied in front of me. A big patch of brown soil welcomed me. I dropped to my knees and kneeled in front of this piece of land. Tears welled up my eyes as I banged my fist against the soil, not aware that I had cut myself with broken glass. I began to feel a sense of insanity kicking in me. I just kneeled there for the whole day and night, not aware and not oblivious to my surroundings at all.
As the chill wind blew across my hair, my face, down to my torso and kneeling legs, I felt that I had lost track of time, space and last of all reality. Even now, I did not know whether I am alive or dead myself........
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
One wrong night one wrong path
Hi everybody! As an introduction to my collection of stories, this was written in 2003 which was the last few pieces that I wrote before quitting. This is the non-edited version which was sent out to my readers 5 years ago. For those who haven't read the story, I hope you would enjoy it! For those who have already read the story(a minority I guess!), well, its good to relive the experience again!.
The story unfolds........
As I sat in front of my computer, I knew that what I am going to find out next would determine the outcome of another chapter of my life. My final year results is released today. In my 4 years of University, I had many wonderful memories: studying together with friends, having fun and partying, but it was the moment of truth. An unfathomable moment for me which goes beyond description of any words even in the thickest of dictionaries. As I log in to my results, I pray hard for the best I can. I have put in plenty of effort, many sleepless nights before to ensure smoothness in my examinations. As the results displayed out, I stared at the screen blankly. 5 As and 1 B. I was stunned for one minute, I could not believe it. It was better than expected. Oh no, it was too good to be true. I pinched myself to make sure that it was not a dream. Its reality, pure reality. I jumped up for joy and just went insane. My world seemed to etch a kaleidoscope of colours, red, blue , green etc. I had unofficially graduated and I have made it into the top honours list. Happiness was not the leading description for that terrific moment, it was just pure ecstasy and exuberance. I quickly decided what to do tonight. It was a Friday night and it was a good day to celebrate and have some fun. Some of my friends were very pleased and satisfied with their results and we decided to go out and party to celebrate.
We went to a famous discotheque and we ordered a few rounds of drinks. The music was great with good progressive beats and a good crowd to look at. As I came out of the washroom, a lady bumped into me outside the washrooms and dropped her handbag. I did not have a clear look at her as she was looking down. I apologised to her profusely and I bend down to pick up the items which spilled out of her bag. I had a close look at her facial features. She had a heart-shaped face with almond-shaped eyes. When I took the handbag for her, I had a clearer view of her. Her smile was captivating giving her whole face a glow of radiance. I was not sure whether should I make conversation with her or should I just leave, but then she just said a thank you and disappeared into the washroom.
With mixed thoughts in my mind, I was thinking about her. I walked to the table and my friends could sense something amiss going on and I just shrugged it off saying that it could be just some mood swings. I had a strong intuition that I would bump into her again. As the night progressed after one in the morning, some of my friends are in an almost drunken state and I was lucky to be able to hold my liquor well enough just not to be in the same fate as my friends. As some of my friends were dragged out and sent home, I was alone with just a friend, Ben. We were just moving our bodies to the music while we are uttering pure nonsense at each other. We were on the verge to be in a stupor. As I looked around, I spotted the same lady whom I bumped outside the washroom. She was staggering around on the tables and I looked around her and found that she was alone. She came into the direction and just laid her hands on the table. It was very clear that she was drunk already and nobody is accompanying her to help her. As she tried to gather herself up to walk away, she lost her balance and fell on me. As I was sitting down on a high stool, I almost fell, but I used the table to support myself. It was an embarrassing moment as a lot of people surrounding us were staring at me. Ben was stunned too and we tried to help her up to a stool.
She uttered, “ You….You……are…..the …one…..I saw …..over there, right?” She pointed at the direction of the washroom. I nodded my head and I had to support her to prevent her from falling off the seat.
I replied, “ Yes, you are not stable enough to talk, I guess you would need to go home. Are you alone?” I just wanted to confirm to prevent any misunderstanding.
She nodded and she just pointed at my friend and I aimlessly and her head was shaking. Ben and I did not have much choice but to assist her out of the discotheque. As I was about to hail a cab outside the discotheque, her car key dropped out of her handbag.
Ben picked up the car key and pondered, “ I don’t think that it was right to leave her car behind. Do you think that one of us should drive her back?”
Ben and I were confused, not knowing what to do. We did not know whether should we leave the car behind or should we take a gamble and drive her car to her home. As there weren’t many cars in the carpark, we tried to press the button on the car key at all directions just to locate her car. At last, we were able to locate it and Ben drove the car, while I was sitting behind with her. I rammaged into her handbag for her wallet to look for her address and we drove to her home. On the way home, she just slept on my shoulder and I just had this comfortable feeling of being close to her. This comfortable feeling seemed to grow stronger as compared to when I met her outside the washroom.
It was a long journey as her home was very far from the discotheque and she lived in the east, while Ben and I lived in the north. As Ben and I carried her up to her apartment, we were relieved that there was nobody else at home. Ben’s handphone ringed and Ben answered the phone call.
After the phone call, Ben spoke urgently, “Something cropped up at home, I need to go home as soon as possible. I guess I have to leave you now.” Without even my reply, he rushed out of the apartment and I was alone with this stranger whom I barely know. I had no choice but I had to locate her room and put her on to the bed so that I could go home. As I switched on the lights in her room, the room was well decorated with abstract paintings and photos. There was even a mini statue at the corner of the room which was also a lamp. It was a beautiful room. As I lay her on the bed, she suddenly woke up and pulled me down. She just broke out in stupid laughter as I asked her why she did that.
She just babbled with varying amplitudes in her voice, “I just feel…feel so lonely, can you stay a bit longer?”
My eyes were wide open, I looked at my watch. It was already three in the morning. I decided to sit beside her. She seemed to be more sober as she spoke in a more articulate manner. My heart pounded faster as I felt uneasy about the whole situation I was facing right now. I just stared at her from top to toe when she spoke. She was wearing a low-cut dress and she had a good figure. Though she looked attractive with her hair spread out on the pillow, I just froze there, feeling awkward.
She requested, “I need to take my bath, can you get for me the towel at the fifth drawer?” She pointed at one of the drawers of the closet specifically.
I took it out and passed it to her, she got up on the bed, and to my amazement, she started to pull down slowly her dress to her ankles and removed it. She was just in her underwear. I did not help but stare blankly until my eyes wanted to pop out anytime. I was shivering as I could not imagine what she did in front of me.
Finally, the silence was broken, she spoke coyly, “You are quite a daring boy. You did not turn around when I was changing. This is not very good of you.”
I seemed to have woken up from my amazement and I turned around immediately. I blushed in the face and I thought to myself how embarrassing it was.
I could hear that she was removing the rest of her clothes as she threw her brassiere and her panties on the floor in front of me. My mind just went blank and I just covered my eyes with my hands. I did not know why I felt a bit of frightened but it could be because I had not been treated this way by a stranger.
As she pressed her body against my back, she spoke softly, “You do not need to cover your eyes, silly boy. I trust you.” She draped a towel around her body and left for the bathroom. She continued, “I would be right back in a few minutes time.”
I heaved a sign of relief. A contradiction of thoughts began filling up my mind. As the trains of thoughts clashed, I just felt confused. Lust was one side while uncertainty was another side. I did not imagine my night out could turn out to have such a conclusion, perhaps a long and colourful one or a short and sweet one.
As she came back into the bathroom, I was still confused, wondering what to do next. I decided that I should just walk out and leave and go home.
I stammered, “I think I…I better get home soon before it is too late.” I stood up and wanted to walk out.
She walked up to me and stopped me at the door and she looked at me. It was the same pair of eyes which captivated me that split second outside the washroom. The longer I stared at her, the more I was thrown into confusion again.
I asked doubtfully, “Why me?”
She just put her finger on my lips and she slowly removed the towel and let the towel fall onto the floor. I just could not help but stare at her from top to toe. My hands were shivering as her shoulders seemed to be a magnet to my hands. They moved slowly to her smooth, cream-coloured shoulders. As I went closer to her, she started to kiss me. I just could not help but return it as I held her in my arms. My inhibition was gone as I put her onto the bed and I went bare with her in bed. Within these few minutes, I knew that it was clear. This conclusion to this night would be a long and colourful one. Finally, when she lay in my arms, hugging me in bed, I saw a small streak of sunlight coming out. It was dawn. I fell fast asleep, exhausted throughout the night.
As I opened my eyes slowly, the sunlight has filtered through the curtains and brightened up the room in a light yellow glow. She was still holding onto me tight, with her head on my chest. I felt numb and wanted to move but yet I did not want to disturb her deep slumber. I felt a warm kind of comfort with both of us bare in bed in each other’s arms, like as if we are a loving couple. I touched her hair, making curls around my fingers. Her soft wavy long black hair was a great contrast on her fair body. As I was caressing her soft curls, she purred and woke up. She looked up at me with those large almond-shaped eyes, making my heart melt like a piece of ice. As her hands slithered up my stomach to my face, lust began to seep into my mind. The movement from her fingers was slow but arousing.
As she started to lie on top of me and kissed my lips, I withdrew and asked, “I have slept the whole night with you, but I have yet to know your name?”
She used her fingers to touch my bottom lip and replied, “My name is Jessie, dear.”
She hugged me tightly and I felt her warm body pressing onto mine. My inhibitions disappeared once again and I could not help but made love to her one more time.
After we took our bath together, she held my hand and led me to the living room.
I repeated my question which I asked the previous night, “Why me? Do you see anything special in me that attract me to you?”
Jessie stared at me, obviously surprised by the question I asked. She replied, “I have very good foresight in whatever I do, including choosing men.” She smiled wryly.
As I was about to ask her another question, the main door to her apartment started to unlock. I panicked and asked her who that was at the door. She just put her finger to her lips indicating to me to keep quiet.
A man in his late 30s walked into the room. He was surprised to see me and looked furiously at Jessie.
He marched to where Jessie was and slapped her face. The impact was so great that Jessie was forced into a lying position on the sofa.
He yelled , “ Who is this man you are with? What did you do to him?”
Jessie rebuked back, “Henry, Who are you to speak to me like that? We are separated already. You have no right to stop me from going out with another man. I like the way he make love to me and he is ten times better than you are, lousy freak.”
Henry’s fury was at the highest peak. I wanted to escape but Henry glared at me and he punched me in the stomach and I lay on the ground groaning in pain , clutching my stomach.
Henry looked back at Jessie and grinned, “I do not care whether what you think of me. Today, you are a dead woman. I shall torture you until you are worse off than a dead slut.”
I felt weak and tried to get up. As I struggled to get up, Henry used a vase on the table and knocked on my head and I blacked out and fell on the floor with a thud.
When I woke up, I was tied up with a few ropes and my first instinct was to try to struggle out of it, but it was to no avail. To my horror, Henry was holding up a kitchen knife and he bounded his wife on the sofa. Henry let out an evil laughter.
I shrieked, “You bastard, you are sick. What are you trying to do?”
Henry looked at me and laughed. He replied, “You two have been committing adultery behind my back. I shall give you all your just desserts.”
Jessie was screaming away. Henry seemed to be in hypnotised state, laughing like a maniac and holding up the knife like a psychopath waiting to prey on his victim. I tried to struggle to reach to him but every inch that I tried to move seemed like a mile.
Henry looked on at Jesse as Henry used the knife to slit open Jesse’s tiny t-shirt. Jesse screamed and cried and Henry slapped her face forcefully till blood came out of her mouth. I could not bear to see a woman treated so helplessly and horribly.
Henry sneered and exclaimed, “Since you like to exhibit yourself so much in front of others, I shall fulfill this final wish before your death.”
To my dismay, Henry literally torn Jessie’s clothes out, leaving out traces of cloth stuck in between the ropes and her skin.
Henry looked at her bare body and uttered, “A beautiful body 5 years ago was still the same beautiful body now. What a pity, she got to pay for what she had done with death.” He emphasised the last word by scratching her skin on the knife, her blood oozed out of the fresh wound as she cried in dismay.
As Henry raised the knife up, I couldn’t bear to look at it and I closed my eyes shut. A loud tear sound with a crack of the bone followed by a loud curdling scream and a few smaller shrieks with a breathless wheeze. I looked up again and saw her looking at me. The knife went through her chest and blood was dripping profusely out of the wound onto the floor. She stared at me with her eyes open wide, still in the state of shock. An eyetear trickled from her right eye and to the puddle of blood on the floor. She tried to speak but slumped motionlessly onto her side. This sudden event seemed to be like nightmare but it was reality.
I shouted out at Henry’s direction, “Murderer! You are a murderer who kill your own wife!” I struggled more as I tried to attack Henry but the ropes hindered my movements.
Henry tilted his head and laughed. He spoke, “I am wearing a glove. I put the knife in your hands while you are unconscious so that your fingerprints would be on it and you would be the murderer instead. You are going to be in deep trouble, young boy.”
I did not notice that Henry wore a glove but I was adamant to face this fate of having to take the blame of a cold-blooded murderer.
As I felt that the ropes were loosened, I tried to free myself in a frantic state. I stood up and faced Henry. Though Henry was armed, I felt emotional that Henry has killed his wife and that only anger and fury flooded my mind. Even though, it was not the right thing to kill Henry as it is a very serious offence. I did not care anymore, my feelings have ruled over my logical thinking.
I rushed over to him and tried to aim a punch at his face. Henry managed to dodge and elbowed me in the abdomen. I felt a sharp pain as I was punched at the same area earlier. I struggled and clutched my hand on my stomach as I staggered around the room, moving backwards. My anger for Henry’s evil deed overcame this almost-intolerable pain as I took up a broom near me and tried to use it as a weapon. Henry tried to rush to the kitchen to get a weapon too but I charged at him blindly and used the broom to beat him up with all the force I could gather. Henry was screaming away trying to cover himself from the blows but I was too blinded by anger and could not stop.
When I felt too exhausted, I crashed down to the ground trying to control my breath. Henry was full of bruises and he was vomiting out blood. Henry’s clothing were filled with blood stains and that I did not know what would be the outcome of this psychopath. As I looked at Henry, fear overcame anger. If Henry died, I would become a murderer too and I would be in trouble. My logical thinking gradually came back to me and I felt panicked about the whole situation. I dropped the broom and I stared at Henry. Henry was vomiting blood profusely. I knew that Henry would die soon. As I gathered my strength to get up, my first instinct is to run out of the apartment. I looked at Jessie and Henry. Jessie was already stone cold when I touched her and Henry was gazing aimlessly as his eyeballs were rolling around. Henry attempted to move but to no avail.
As I was about to go to the main door, one of the bedroom doors was open. I turned around and to my disbelief, I saw Jessie. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was gaping wide as I stared at Jessie’s dead body and another Jessie across the living room alive! I wanted to say something but I just could not even utter a stammer.
She laughed loudly and clapped her hands and spoke, “I have solved two problems at one time and I do not even need to lift a finger to do it. You are just a pawn on the chess board that I can make use of to do the job for me.”
I just could not believe everything. It seemed like an illusion. I questioned, “Who are you? How did you come here?”
She laughed again obviously at my foolishness. She continued, “This slut is my twin sister, Jessie. I am Jenny. She came between my husband and I. As both of us are twins, Jessie took the advantage by trying to take over me and pretended to be my husband’s wife and seduced him many times. Both of us are so alike that my husband does not know the difference. Anyway, my husband is such a scum that he wouldn’t mind sleeping with both of us too. This morning, I unlocked the door, and saw you in bed with Jessie, so I thought of a plot to mess up the relationship between Jessie and my husband. I called my husband and told him that I had a wonderful night with you. And he rushed down quickly to see both of you. Well, of course I went into another room and hide and just let the good show go on. I did not know that it would end up this way which is even better for me. This adultery pair deserved this fate.”
Henry was motionless but he was staring at Jenny all the while. Henry choked and vomited a lot of blood and as Henry reached for his neck, Henry succumbed to his injuries and slumped on his back.
I felt used and defeated. I fell for a trap set up by a stranger. It was totally unacceptable. Jenny smiled at me and came close to me, her hands on my shoulder. I was shocked.
Jenny spoke softly, “You can either surrender to the police or to me. It is up to you.”
I was confused. I looked at my hands, which seemed to be stained by blood forever. I had killed someone when I was blinded with anger.
Jenny looked at me and smiled. Jenny spoke, “Well, I can help you make a decision. If you surrender to me, I would not tell the police anyway.” She was trying to play mind games with me at my vulnerable moment.
As Jenny led me to the bedroom, Jenny slowly removed her top and her shorts, eyeing me at the corner of her eyes. Jenny hugged me tightly as she kissed me in the lips.
She whispered in my ear, “ Wouldn’t it be wonderful for you to make love to two twin sisters in a day? I promise you that if we have a wonderful time together, I wouldn’t breathe a word of what you did to anybody including the police.” The temptation was even greater as she slowly removed her underwear gazing at me and moved her body around me. I closed my eyes to shut out what I had seen in front of me. As she rubbed her body against me, I felt an emotional breakdown and I gave in to the temptation. It was too much for me to bear within a day.
She undressed me and I went to bed with her. As I made love to her in bed, she tied a piece of her clothing as a dead knot around our bodies and I was puzzled. All of a sudden, I heard a lot of commotion outside. Jenny started to scratch herself with her long fingernails and she started to hold me onto her as she covered the both of us with a blanket.
She shouted, “Rape! Rape! Help! Help!”
I suddenly was stunned and suddenly a few men came into the room. They were policemen. She started to cry and she went insane. I tried to get off her but I could not as I was bounded to her with a piece of clothing and raised my hands in despair. I tore off the piece of clothing but it was too late, I was caught red-handed with Jenny and could not escape this terrible ordeal.
The policeman shouted at me, “You are indespicable, you not only murdered two people but you want to rape another woman.”
One of the policemen ordered me to put on my clothes and handcuffed me. I shouted at Jenny, “You framed me, you bitch. How dare you do such a thing to me.”
Jenny was a good actress and she started to cover her naked body with the blanket and shed crocodile tears. The policemen consoled her but she just went to a wild frenzy and took a pen knife on the dressing table and slit her throat. The cut was so deep that she died instantly. The policemen were not in time to stop her.
As I was led away, I hanged my head down with regret and sorrow. If I did not send Jessie back home, it would not have turned out this way. I knew that all the evidence was against me and that capital punishment was awaiting me. It was just one night which went wrong, which caused my entire path to a bright future to vanish within this night.
The story unfolds........
As I sat in front of my computer, I knew that what I am going to find out next would determine the outcome of another chapter of my life. My final year results is released today. In my 4 years of University, I had many wonderful memories: studying together with friends, having fun and partying, but it was the moment of truth. An unfathomable moment for me which goes beyond description of any words even in the thickest of dictionaries. As I log in to my results, I pray hard for the best I can. I have put in plenty of effort, many sleepless nights before to ensure smoothness in my examinations. As the results displayed out, I stared at the screen blankly. 5 As and 1 B. I was stunned for one minute, I could not believe it. It was better than expected. Oh no, it was too good to be true. I pinched myself to make sure that it was not a dream. Its reality, pure reality. I jumped up for joy and just went insane. My world seemed to etch a kaleidoscope of colours, red, blue , green etc. I had unofficially graduated and I have made it into the top honours list. Happiness was not the leading description for that terrific moment, it was just pure ecstasy and exuberance. I quickly decided what to do tonight. It was a Friday night and it was a good day to celebrate and have some fun. Some of my friends were very pleased and satisfied with their results and we decided to go out and party to celebrate.
We went to a famous discotheque and we ordered a few rounds of drinks. The music was great with good progressive beats and a good crowd to look at. As I came out of the washroom, a lady bumped into me outside the washrooms and dropped her handbag. I did not have a clear look at her as she was looking down. I apologised to her profusely and I bend down to pick up the items which spilled out of her bag. I had a close look at her facial features. She had a heart-shaped face with almond-shaped eyes. When I took the handbag for her, I had a clearer view of her. Her smile was captivating giving her whole face a glow of radiance. I was not sure whether should I make conversation with her or should I just leave, but then she just said a thank you and disappeared into the washroom.
With mixed thoughts in my mind, I was thinking about her. I walked to the table and my friends could sense something amiss going on and I just shrugged it off saying that it could be just some mood swings. I had a strong intuition that I would bump into her again. As the night progressed after one in the morning, some of my friends are in an almost drunken state and I was lucky to be able to hold my liquor well enough just not to be in the same fate as my friends. As some of my friends were dragged out and sent home, I was alone with just a friend, Ben. We were just moving our bodies to the music while we are uttering pure nonsense at each other. We were on the verge to be in a stupor. As I looked around, I spotted the same lady whom I bumped outside the washroom. She was staggering around on the tables and I looked around her and found that she was alone. She came into the direction and just laid her hands on the table. It was very clear that she was drunk already and nobody is accompanying her to help her. As she tried to gather herself up to walk away, she lost her balance and fell on me. As I was sitting down on a high stool, I almost fell, but I used the table to support myself. It was an embarrassing moment as a lot of people surrounding us were staring at me. Ben was stunned too and we tried to help her up to a stool.
She uttered, “ You….You……are…..the …one…..I saw …..over there, right?” She pointed at the direction of the washroom. I nodded my head and I had to support her to prevent her from falling off the seat.
I replied, “ Yes, you are not stable enough to talk, I guess you would need to go home. Are you alone?” I just wanted to confirm to prevent any misunderstanding.
She nodded and she just pointed at my friend and I aimlessly and her head was shaking. Ben and I did not have much choice but to assist her out of the discotheque. As I was about to hail a cab outside the discotheque, her car key dropped out of her handbag.
Ben picked up the car key and pondered, “ I don’t think that it was right to leave her car behind. Do you think that one of us should drive her back?”
Ben and I were confused, not knowing what to do. We did not know whether should we leave the car behind or should we take a gamble and drive her car to her home. As there weren’t many cars in the carpark, we tried to press the button on the car key at all directions just to locate her car. At last, we were able to locate it and Ben drove the car, while I was sitting behind with her. I rammaged into her handbag for her wallet to look for her address and we drove to her home. On the way home, she just slept on my shoulder and I just had this comfortable feeling of being close to her. This comfortable feeling seemed to grow stronger as compared to when I met her outside the washroom.
It was a long journey as her home was very far from the discotheque and she lived in the east, while Ben and I lived in the north. As Ben and I carried her up to her apartment, we were relieved that there was nobody else at home. Ben’s handphone ringed and Ben answered the phone call.
After the phone call, Ben spoke urgently, “Something cropped up at home, I need to go home as soon as possible. I guess I have to leave you now.” Without even my reply, he rushed out of the apartment and I was alone with this stranger whom I barely know. I had no choice but I had to locate her room and put her on to the bed so that I could go home. As I switched on the lights in her room, the room was well decorated with abstract paintings and photos. There was even a mini statue at the corner of the room which was also a lamp. It was a beautiful room. As I lay her on the bed, she suddenly woke up and pulled me down. She just broke out in stupid laughter as I asked her why she did that.
She just babbled with varying amplitudes in her voice, “I just feel…feel so lonely, can you stay a bit longer?”
My eyes were wide open, I looked at my watch. It was already three in the morning. I decided to sit beside her. She seemed to be more sober as she spoke in a more articulate manner. My heart pounded faster as I felt uneasy about the whole situation I was facing right now. I just stared at her from top to toe when she spoke. She was wearing a low-cut dress and she had a good figure. Though she looked attractive with her hair spread out on the pillow, I just froze there, feeling awkward.
She requested, “I need to take my bath, can you get for me the towel at the fifth drawer?” She pointed at one of the drawers of the closet specifically.
I took it out and passed it to her, she got up on the bed, and to my amazement, she started to pull down slowly her dress to her ankles and removed it. She was just in her underwear. I did not help but stare blankly until my eyes wanted to pop out anytime. I was shivering as I could not imagine what she did in front of me.
Finally, the silence was broken, she spoke coyly, “You are quite a daring boy. You did not turn around when I was changing. This is not very good of you.”
I seemed to have woken up from my amazement and I turned around immediately. I blushed in the face and I thought to myself how embarrassing it was.
I could hear that she was removing the rest of her clothes as she threw her brassiere and her panties on the floor in front of me. My mind just went blank and I just covered my eyes with my hands. I did not know why I felt a bit of frightened but it could be because I had not been treated this way by a stranger.
As she pressed her body against my back, she spoke softly, “You do not need to cover your eyes, silly boy. I trust you.” She draped a towel around her body and left for the bathroom. She continued, “I would be right back in a few minutes time.”
I heaved a sign of relief. A contradiction of thoughts began filling up my mind. As the trains of thoughts clashed, I just felt confused. Lust was one side while uncertainty was another side. I did not imagine my night out could turn out to have such a conclusion, perhaps a long and colourful one or a short and sweet one.
As she came back into the bathroom, I was still confused, wondering what to do next. I decided that I should just walk out and leave and go home.
I stammered, “I think I…I better get home soon before it is too late.” I stood up and wanted to walk out.
She walked up to me and stopped me at the door and she looked at me. It was the same pair of eyes which captivated me that split second outside the washroom. The longer I stared at her, the more I was thrown into confusion again.
I asked doubtfully, “Why me?”
She just put her finger on my lips and she slowly removed the towel and let the towel fall onto the floor. I just could not help but stare at her from top to toe. My hands were shivering as her shoulders seemed to be a magnet to my hands. They moved slowly to her smooth, cream-coloured shoulders. As I went closer to her, she started to kiss me. I just could not help but return it as I held her in my arms. My inhibition was gone as I put her onto the bed and I went bare with her in bed. Within these few minutes, I knew that it was clear. This conclusion to this night would be a long and colourful one. Finally, when she lay in my arms, hugging me in bed, I saw a small streak of sunlight coming out. It was dawn. I fell fast asleep, exhausted throughout the night.
As I opened my eyes slowly, the sunlight has filtered through the curtains and brightened up the room in a light yellow glow. She was still holding onto me tight, with her head on my chest. I felt numb and wanted to move but yet I did not want to disturb her deep slumber. I felt a warm kind of comfort with both of us bare in bed in each other’s arms, like as if we are a loving couple. I touched her hair, making curls around my fingers. Her soft wavy long black hair was a great contrast on her fair body. As I was caressing her soft curls, she purred and woke up. She looked up at me with those large almond-shaped eyes, making my heart melt like a piece of ice. As her hands slithered up my stomach to my face, lust began to seep into my mind. The movement from her fingers was slow but arousing.
As she started to lie on top of me and kissed my lips, I withdrew and asked, “I have slept the whole night with you, but I have yet to know your name?”
She used her fingers to touch my bottom lip and replied, “My name is Jessie, dear.”
She hugged me tightly and I felt her warm body pressing onto mine. My inhibitions disappeared once again and I could not help but made love to her one more time.
After we took our bath together, she held my hand and led me to the living room.
I repeated my question which I asked the previous night, “Why me? Do you see anything special in me that attract me to you?”
Jessie stared at me, obviously surprised by the question I asked. She replied, “I have very good foresight in whatever I do, including choosing men.” She smiled wryly.
As I was about to ask her another question, the main door to her apartment started to unlock. I panicked and asked her who that was at the door. She just put her finger to her lips indicating to me to keep quiet.
A man in his late 30s walked into the room. He was surprised to see me and looked furiously at Jessie.
He marched to where Jessie was and slapped her face. The impact was so great that Jessie was forced into a lying position on the sofa.
He yelled , “ Who is this man you are with? What did you do to him?”
Jessie rebuked back, “Henry, Who are you to speak to me like that? We are separated already. You have no right to stop me from going out with another man. I like the way he make love to me and he is ten times better than you are, lousy freak.”
Henry’s fury was at the highest peak. I wanted to escape but Henry glared at me and he punched me in the stomach and I lay on the ground groaning in pain , clutching my stomach.
Henry looked back at Jessie and grinned, “I do not care whether what you think of me. Today, you are a dead woman. I shall torture you until you are worse off than a dead slut.”
I felt weak and tried to get up. As I struggled to get up, Henry used a vase on the table and knocked on my head and I blacked out and fell on the floor with a thud.
When I woke up, I was tied up with a few ropes and my first instinct was to try to struggle out of it, but it was to no avail. To my horror, Henry was holding up a kitchen knife and he bounded his wife on the sofa. Henry let out an evil laughter.
I shrieked, “You bastard, you are sick. What are you trying to do?”
Henry looked at me and laughed. He replied, “You two have been committing adultery behind my back. I shall give you all your just desserts.”
Jessie was screaming away. Henry seemed to be in hypnotised state, laughing like a maniac and holding up the knife like a psychopath waiting to prey on his victim. I tried to struggle to reach to him but every inch that I tried to move seemed like a mile.
Henry looked on at Jesse as Henry used the knife to slit open Jesse’s tiny t-shirt. Jesse screamed and cried and Henry slapped her face forcefully till blood came out of her mouth. I could not bear to see a woman treated so helplessly and horribly.
Henry sneered and exclaimed, “Since you like to exhibit yourself so much in front of others, I shall fulfill this final wish before your death.”
To my dismay, Henry literally torn Jessie’s clothes out, leaving out traces of cloth stuck in between the ropes and her skin.
Henry looked at her bare body and uttered, “A beautiful body 5 years ago was still the same beautiful body now. What a pity, she got to pay for what she had done with death.” He emphasised the last word by scratching her skin on the knife, her blood oozed out of the fresh wound as she cried in dismay.
As Henry raised the knife up, I couldn’t bear to look at it and I closed my eyes shut. A loud tear sound with a crack of the bone followed by a loud curdling scream and a few smaller shrieks with a breathless wheeze. I looked up again and saw her looking at me. The knife went through her chest and blood was dripping profusely out of the wound onto the floor. She stared at me with her eyes open wide, still in the state of shock. An eyetear trickled from her right eye and to the puddle of blood on the floor. She tried to speak but slumped motionlessly onto her side. This sudden event seemed to be like nightmare but it was reality.
I shouted out at Henry’s direction, “Murderer! You are a murderer who kill your own wife!” I struggled more as I tried to attack Henry but the ropes hindered my movements.
Henry tilted his head and laughed. He spoke, “I am wearing a glove. I put the knife in your hands while you are unconscious so that your fingerprints would be on it and you would be the murderer instead. You are going to be in deep trouble, young boy.”
I did not notice that Henry wore a glove but I was adamant to face this fate of having to take the blame of a cold-blooded murderer.
As I felt that the ropes were loosened, I tried to free myself in a frantic state. I stood up and faced Henry. Though Henry was armed, I felt emotional that Henry has killed his wife and that only anger and fury flooded my mind. Even though, it was not the right thing to kill Henry as it is a very serious offence. I did not care anymore, my feelings have ruled over my logical thinking.
I rushed over to him and tried to aim a punch at his face. Henry managed to dodge and elbowed me in the abdomen. I felt a sharp pain as I was punched at the same area earlier. I struggled and clutched my hand on my stomach as I staggered around the room, moving backwards. My anger for Henry’s evil deed overcame this almost-intolerable pain as I took up a broom near me and tried to use it as a weapon. Henry tried to rush to the kitchen to get a weapon too but I charged at him blindly and used the broom to beat him up with all the force I could gather. Henry was screaming away trying to cover himself from the blows but I was too blinded by anger and could not stop.
When I felt too exhausted, I crashed down to the ground trying to control my breath. Henry was full of bruises and he was vomiting out blood. Henry’s clothing were filled with blood stains and that I did not know what would be the outcome of this psychopath. As I looked at Henry, fear overcame anger. If Henry died, I would become a murderer too and I would be in trouble. My logical thinking gradually came back to me and I felt panicked about the whole situation. I dropped the broom and I stared at Henry. Henry was vomiting blood profusely. I knew that Henry would die soon. As I gathered my strength to get up, my first instinct is to run out of the apartment. I looked at Jessie and Henry. Jessie was already stone cold when I touched her and Henry was gazing aimlessly as his eyeballs were rolling around. Henry attempted to move but to no avail.
As I was about to go to the main door, one of the bedroom doors was open. I turned around and to my disbelief, I saw Jessie. My eyes were wide open and my mouth was gaping wide as I stared at Jessie’s dead body and another Jessie across the living room alive! I wanted to say something but I just could not even utter a stammer.
She laughed loudly and clapped her hands and spoke, “I have solved two problems at one time and I do not even need to lift a finger to do it. You are just a pawn on the chess board that I can make use of to do the job for me.”
I just could not believe everything. It seemed like an illusion. I questioned, “Who are you? How did you come here?”
She laughed again obviously at my foolishness. She continued, “This slut is my twin sister, Jessie. I am Jenny. She came between my husband and I. As both of us are twins, Jessie took the advantage by trying to take over me and pretended to be my husband’s wife and seduced him many times. Both of us are so alike that my husband does not know the difference. Anyway, my husband is such a scum that he wouldn’t mind sleeping with both of us too. This morning, I unlocked the door, and saw you in bed with Jessie, so I thought of a plot to mess up the relationship between Jessie and my husband. I called my husband and told him that I had a wonderful night with you. And he rushed down quickly to see both of you. Well, of course I went into another room and hide and just let the good show go on. I did not know that it would end up this way which is even better for me. This adultery pair deserved this fate.”
Henry was motionless but he was staring at Jenny all the while. Henry choked and vomited a lot of blood and as Henry reached for his neck, Henry succumbed to his injuries and slumped on his back.
I felt used and defeated. I fell for a trap set up by a stranger. It was totally unacceptable. Jenny smiled at me and came close to me, her hands on my shoulder. I was shocked.
Jenny spoke softly, “You can either surrender to the police or to me. It is up to you.”
I was confused. I looked at my hands, which seemed to be stained by blood forever. I had killed someone when I was blinded with anger.
Jenny looked at me and smiled. Jenny spoke, “Well, I can help you make a decision. If you surrender to me, I would not tell the police anyway.” She was trying to play mind games with me at my vulnerable moment.
As Jenny led me to the bedroom, Jenny slowly removed her top and her shorts, eyeing me at the corner of her eyes. Jenny hugged me tightly as she kissed me in the lips.
She whispered in my ear, “ Wouldn’t it be wonderful for you to make love to two twin sisters in a day? I promise you that if we have a wonderful time together, I wouldn’t breathe a word of what you did to anybody including the police.” The temptation was even greater as she slowly removed her underwear gazing at me and moved her body around me. I closed my eyes to shut out what I had seen in front of me. As she rubbed her body against me, I felt an emotional breakdown and I gave in to the temptation. It was too much for me to bear within a day.
She undressed me and I went to bed with her. As I made love to her in bed, she tied a piece of her clothing as a dead knot around our bodies and I was puzzled. All of a sudden, I heard a lot of commotion outside. Jenny started to scratch herself with her long fingernails and she started to hold me onto her as she covered the both of us with a blanket.
She shouted, “Rape! Rape! Help! Help!”
I suddenly was stunned and suddenly a few men came into the room. They were policemen. She started to cry and she went insane. I tried to get off her but I could not as I was bounded to her with a piece of clothing and raised my hands in despair. I tore off the piece of clothing but it was too late, I was caught red-handed with Jenny and could not escape this terrible ordeal.
The policeman shouted at me, “You are indespicable, you not only murdered two people but you want to rape another woman.”
One of the policemen ordered me to put on my clothes and handcuffed me. I shouted at Jenny, “You framed me, you bitch. How dare you do such a thing to me.”
Jenny was a good actress and she started to cover her naked body with the blanket and shed crocodile tears. The policemen consoled her but she just went to a wild frenzy and took a pen knife on the dressing table and slit her throat. The cut was so deep that she died instantly. The policemen were not in time to stop her.
As I was led away, I hanged my head down with regret and sorrow. If I did not send Jessie back home, it would not have turned out this way. I knew that all the evidence was against me and that capital punishment was awaiting me. It was just one night which went wrong, which caused my entire path to a bright future to vanish within this night.
Introduction
Hi!
This is a place where a collection of stories written by myself is uploaded up in this very blog for your reading pleasure. Some people did ask me Why story sculptures? Most people do perceive sculptures as works of arts being carved out in various forms which could represent a portrait or image. I personally believe that writing a story is similar to sculptures where it represents not only just one image but a scene, an expression etc which can be brought out by putting the right words together to make a story.
Personally, I have written quite a number of stories starting from 1999 all the way to 2003, but I kinda stopped until now at the end of 2008 that I start again to express out my inner and deepest most thoughts and squeezing out as much juices of creativity to give my readers a pleasant reading experience. I really appreciate all of those who have been reading my stories since I have first started and I hope to improve with each story.
Well, I am not a professional writer so I would hope to hear constructive criticisms of my work.
Thanks and please tag or bookmark my blog and come back again!
This is a place where a collection of stories written by myself is uploaded up in this very blog for your reading pleasure. Some people did ask me Why story sculptures? Most people do perceive sculptures as works of arts being carved out in various forms which could represent a portrait or image. I personally believe that writing a story is similar to sculptures where it represents not only just one image but a scene, an expression etc which can be brought out by putting the right words together to make a story.
Personally, I have written quite a number of stories starting from 1999 all the way to 2003, but I kinda stopped until now at the end of 2008 that I start again to express out my inner and deepest most thoughts and squeezing out as much juices of creativity to give my readers a pleasant reading experience. I really appreciate all of those who have been reading my stories since I have first started and I hope to improve with each story.
Well, I am not a professional writer so I would hope to hear constructive criticisms of my work.
Thanks and please tag or bookmark my blog and come back again!
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