*~*~*1988; 24 Baron St*~*~*
“Are you sure he’s going to show?” Rozanna said to Alma. “Don’t you have any faith?” she turned to face Rozanna, “No.” Rozanna said simply. “He is going to show, he has questions and he thinks we have the answers,” she turned back to window and stared intensely at the reflection of her friend “He’ll come.”
*~*~*1988-7:14P.M. Murdoc’s Winnebago*~*~*
The day when quickly as it came, the sun was setting. Murdoc had
not left his winne the whole day. He looked at the list he had scribble on a
scrap of paper. Trying to contemplate and understand what all this meant in his
mind: last night’s encounter with those girls, the letter, and the dream, that
damn dream. “It don’t make sense. What the hell does all this mean?” he
thought, as he looked at the paper, he wrote down his dream. It didn’t feel
like it was a dream, it felt too real, the smells, the sounds, the whip, and
that boy.
He took a gulp from a bottle he found lying on the floor, which
still had some liquor. In a sudden wave of frustration and violence, crashed
into his body, he hit the bottom of the bottle on the edge of the table. Still
holding the neck of the broken bottle looking around, wishing desperately for
someone, anything to cause pain. ‘Something, give me anything.’ He noticed the letter on the table, now
dampen by the liquor spilt. ‘Maybe, they’ll help,’ he thought as he
checked his watch, “a couple more hours…”
*~*~*~ Vauxhall Astra~*~*~*
It was around nine when he grabbed his jacket and had finally left
his winnebago, heading to his “appointment”. As he drove the black metal heap
called a car, he was oblivious from his surroundings and everything else,
except for one thought ‘they’ll help’ he didn’t know with what or how.
But he knew he needed to cause pain to someone, tonight and enjoy every minute
of it.
As he turned the corner of a street he noticed the traffic was less
as well the bright-lit buildings. He was in someplace unknown to him, ‘something
isn’t right. Am I going the right way? Why for Satan’s sake is it so goddamn
quiet?’ Suddenly, something streaked across the road, which brought Murdoc
to swerve.
Instead of hitting that thing, he had hit a street sign saying
Baron St and Stand adding another dent to the collection on his car. ‘How
I’d come here, so quick?’ “Well at least I’m here.” As he pulled back from
the pole, he begun his search for the address he was supposed to meet those
girls. “17…18…21…24…finally.” He muttered. He parked his car in front of the
house, and left his car to knock on the door.
*~*~*24 Baron St.*~*~*~
He stood in front of a large dark wooden door. He lifted his fist
to knock on the door, but stopped, ‘Am I really going to go through with
this?’ he thought for a moment, ‘Yes, its just meeting some folks.’
as he stared at the door. “Come on, can’t wuss out now,” He muttered to
himself. With that he knocked three times. He looked around as he waited for
someone to answer the door. Slowly the door began to open…
~*~*~*~*~
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