20 Weeks – Chapter 10 (Part 2)
“You’re going to have to dig that hole a whole lot deeper.”
Startled by a voice that had come from the darkness behind her, Bijuu froze mid-shoveling, and then slowly turned around.
And then she smiled, a very awkward sorta smile.
“Pardon me?” she asked of the small boy in the Boy Scout’s shirt and tighty-whities.
“You’re going to have to bury that body a whole lot deeper,” the boy clarified without an ounce of mirth in his tone, or upon his face.
“Wha… what do you know about burying a body?”
“I watch NCIS, ya know,” the barefoot boy said, with a degree of huff.
“Plus, I know there are coyotes out here, not to mention wild hogs. And that little bit of dirt ain’t gunna stop them from diggin’ up that body you got tucked in the ferns there, and havin’ it for breakfast. And then have it drug half-way to the police station by lunch.”
Bijuu eyed the boy as hard as she could, but for the life of her she just couldn’t fathom his angle.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“My name’s Dillon.”
Bijuu narrowed her eyes on the boy that wasn’t much smaller than she was, and then she asked, “What are you doing out here Dillon? And where are your pants?”
“You know this is a campground, right?” he asked, one eyebrow cocked as high as it could possibly go.
Bijuu looked all around, and then she smiled at the ‘0.5 Mile Marker’ sign that was posted just across the well-worn trail.
And then she swiped at some sweat with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, smudging even more of the already smeared skull paint she wore.
“Yeah, not really the best place to bury a body, if you ask me,” the dark-haired boy said with a shake of his messy head.
“Well, no one asked you,” Bijuu said in a huff, as she looked around and once again considered her options.
“Well, if you don’t want coyotes digging it up, you’re gonna have to go down at least six-feet.”
“How do you know that?”
“Everyone knows that.”
“Why do you want to bury him anyway?” the pantless scout asked, in an all-business kinda way.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Is he your father?”
“Is he your dad? I mean… was he your dad?”
“What? No. Why would you ask that?”
With a small shrug the boy simply said, “I don’t know.”
“Well, it’s none of your business. I…” Bijuu began, but the scout interrupted her.
“What did he do?”
And for a minute Bijuu had to stop and think, and then she thought about how the man’s hands had always sought her out, night after night, and there had never been anyone to tell. No one who had ever asked, no one who had ever bothered to wonder why she preferred to drink herself to sleep every night.
“Why should I tell you anything? Why are you out here in the middle of the night, without any pants on?”
The boy glanced from Bijuu to the body that was half-hidden by the ferns, and then back to Bijuu.
“It’s a long story,” he told her with a serious look.
“I bet,” Bijuu said, leaning her tired body into the shovel.
“They kicked me out of my tent,” he told her, but now his eyes were locked onto the hard-packed Texas earth.
“The boys in my troop. We’re on a campout.”
“It’s what scouts do,” the boy told her, sounding a bit confused.
“Funny. I mean, why did they kick you out of your tent?”
“I don’t know,” the boy said.
And then after a long moment of silence, where just the cicadas screaming for sex could be heard, he finally said, “They called me a fag, and told me to get out because gays aren’t allowed in scouts.”
“That’s awful,” Bijuu told him truthfully.
And then she kicked Uncle Gary into the shallow grave.
As she loaded her shovel with a bit of loose clay, she turned to the boy and clarified, “Awful of them, I mean.”
And then she stopped what she was doing, and turned completely towards the boy.
To which the four-foot-eleven boy just shrugged and said, “How should I know?”
“How do you not know?” Bijuu asked him with a face that was pinched into a knot, as she attempted to understand him.
“I’m twelve. I don’t really like anyone, least of all stupid girls that bury people in too-shallow graves in the middle of the night.”
“Yeah? Well… he deserved it,” Bijuu said, as she turned back to the shallow grave and tossed the load of dirt in.
“What did he do?” the scout named Dillon asked again.
“He…” Bijuu began but then she had to stop to contemplate her words.
“Must not be too bad if you can’t even remember,” the scout told her weakly with an open look of disgust.
“I remember,” Bijuu said in a such a small voice it made the boy instinctively perk up.
“Who were you with before?” he asked her quickly, before she could begin to cry.
“I heard you earlier. I came to see what all the yelling was about. My tent’s just over that hill,” he said pointing back the way he’d come.
“Were you yelling at him?” he asked, pointing to the small man who was lying face-down in his shallow grave.
“What? No. My friend was here.”
The boy looked at her like he didn’t believe her, but then he said, “Some friend, to leave you out here alone.”
“He’s helped more than you know,” she confessed, a little too little, and a little too late.
“Then where is he now?” the boy asked in all sincerity.
“At the car, getting something,” she lied.
Once again, the boy’s right eyebrow raced to the top of his face, and then hovered there.
“So, who’s to say you aren’t the bad guy? Maybe I should call the cops on you.”
“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it. Without any explanation? You are the one standing over his body,” they boy told her quite astutely.
“It’s complicated,” she told him, with a sigh.
“Tell me about it,” the young man said, as he gave a meaningful glance at his bare legs.
“He… wanted me…” Bijuu began, and then she turned and looked at the man who had never once made her feel better about herself, despite how hard she had worked for him.
“He… wanted…” she began again, but the boy finished for her.
“You,” he said.
To which Bijuu just nodded.
“He’s a pig,” the boy told her, and then he spat in the man’s general direction.
Bijuu nodded again, this time a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
“He hurt you?” the defiant boy asked.
To which Bijuu nodded again.
“Well then, he deserved it,” the boy told her with as much confidence as any graduate of NCIS.
“He was a real wanker,” Bijuu told him.
“What? A wanker?” Bijuu asked, her face now a dirty smear covered in a terrifying smile.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“You know…” Bijuu said as she made a jerk-off motion with her hand. “A tosser, a jerker, a weasel wrangler, a sausage slapper, a wiener wrestler… you know… a dick stroker, an organ oiler, a tube tugger…” she said jokingly, hoping to make this peculiar child smile.
But the boy’s laugh was light and full of embarrassment.
“He was gonna fire me,” she said with a snort. “If I didn’t…”
But then she stopped, because she just couldn’t say the words aloud.
“I… I just couldn’t,” she finally said, as she once again looked at the boy who would decide her fate.
But he just nodded, a weak kinda smile that made her feel even sadder inside.
And so, the strange girl with the white and black smeared face turned towards the twelve-year-old boy and flashed him her bare titties.
And then, after a quick glance towards his underpants, she winked at him and simply said, “You’re not gay.”
“They’re huge!” the boy said with wide eyes and a look of utter surprise plastered across his face.
“I’m pregnant,” Bijuu told him, as she lowered her shirt back down.
The boy looked once again to the body lying in the too-shallow grave.
“No, it’s not his. But I was raped,” she told him, as she scooped another shovel full of dirt and threw it into the hole.
“That’s bullshit,” the boy said. “Did you call the cops?”
But his answer came only in the form of a glare.
“I guess not,” he said.
“Is he… what happened to him” the boy asked her, with all kinds of hesitation now coloring his voice.
“You mean them… what happened to them,” Bijuu said, turning around and smiling a truly terrible smile.
“They’re still alive. Tho… neither of them will ever forget what they done.”
“Then I should probably tell you…” the boy began, as Bijuu threw another shovel load on top of her former boss.
“What?” she asked, turning around to look at the boy.
“He’s not dead either,” the scout confessed, with a rather lame smile, one full of dread, as if he knew what was about to happen next.
Because just then the dirty form of Uncle Gary rose up out of the shallow grave he’d been tossed in, and started to run, leaving a wake of dust behind him.
“Shit!” Bijuu screamed, as she dropped the shovel and ran after him.
And then a phone began to ring.
Dillon, sourced the noise as coming from inside of Bijuu’s jacket which was lying on the ground, and pulled her phone from the pocket and answered it.
“Hello,” he said.
© Raena Exe 2021
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