20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 2)

20 Weeks – Chapter 4 (Part 2)
 
 
 
“Who was that?”
 
“Bijuu.”
 
“What did she want?”
 
“Do you have a thing for my little sister?” Chad asked the slightly younger, and massively shorter man, as he towered over him.
 
“You realize she’s still a minor, right?” he growled.  But from the look on his face they both understood it had been a rhetorical question.
 
And yet…
 
“I mean… is she okay?  She just seemed upset earlier,” the Korean boy with the Texas accent went on, with a look of genuine concern on his face.  Which was totally unrecognizable to Chad, someone who dealt only in hard facts… not mushy emotions.
 
“She just said she needed help taking some trash out.  That’s all.  But I told her to put it on a dolly and deal with it.  Now, if you don’t mind… we have another set to record,” Chad finished the last with a cuff to the back of Ritchie’s head, as if to cut off any sort of argument.
 
Ritchie, of course, being made of softer stuff, swallowed hard then… in order to forget about the doe-eyed girl that always made his tummy do uncomfortable things.
 
But… forget he did… the minute the band began to play.
 
 
 
 
“I don’t think you’re strong enough.”
 
“Really?” Bijuu asked, dropping the man’s arm like a dead weight.
 
Somehow, she’d managed to drag the body out from behind the bar, but now… halfway to the door… she just couldn’t anymore.
 
“Who are you calling now?  You’ve tried both of your friends,” her unhelpful ghost asked the second she pulled her phone from her pocket.
 
She’d tried her brother too… but when she’d refused to give him her Jeep he’d hung up on her.
 
“I thought maybe my dad…” Bijuu said, letting the idea just float there in mid-air, for just a second.
 
Bijuu stared at her phone then, for another second, as the weight of her world came crashing down around her.
 
“This is all your fault!” she screamed then, as she kicked the body lying next to her.  Hard. 
 
And then she kicked it again.
 
“It’s all your fault!  You!  And people like you!  You think you own everything!” she hollered straight at the man who lay crumbled in a pile of flesh and bones on the floor of his own restaurant.
 
But the more she hollered, the more it came… that rage.
 
“Men… like you… who think that just because they want something it’s theirs!  Like they have some sort of right!”
 
Bijuu kicked the body again.
 
“Well, where are my rights?  Huh?  Where are my goddamn rights?” she screamed down upon the deaf and mute corpse.
 
“You have the right to be sexy,” Nyx, who was perched like a meadow lark upon a barstool, said then, most unhelpfully.
 
Bijuu flashed an angry look at her.
 
But Nyx just went on.
 
“What?  We’re allowed to be sexy, moms, or bitches.  So… I guess the real question is… which one are you gonna choose?”
 
Bijuu looked to the rotting carcass and then back to the once-murdered girl.
 
And then she gave a snort of derision, walked over to the body and straddled it.  Pinning both of its lifeless arms to its sides.  His big bald head glowing from the reflected lights, in the spots where there was no caked-on blood.
 
“And what do I have the right to?  Huh?” she asked the man who would never respond, as she slapped him square across the face.
 
“Liberty?” she asked in a violent rage, as she slapped him again.
 
“The pursuit of happiness?” she screamed, careless now that someone would hear.
 
“I did everything I was supposed to do!”
 
SLAP
 
“I worked hard!”
 
SLAP
 
“I never took time off.” 
 
SLAP
 
“I wasn’t out in the parking lot screwing your customers like Deedra!” 
 
SLAP
 
“I wasn’t drinking up your profits like James!”
 
SLAP
 
“I did everything you told me to do!”
 
SLAP
 
“Humph,” she said finally, just before she stormed off into the kitchen.
 
A moment later she was sobbing next to the body, holding the largest kitchen knife she could find.
 
“Take out the trash, Bijuu.  Fetch me a drink, Bijuu.  Spread your legs, Bijuu!”
 
Hands trembling, the young pregnant girl reached out and pressed the cold blade against the man’s throat.
 
Then, with her other hand, she wiped at the mess of snot and tears leaking from her face.
 
“Well here I am… ready to take out the trash,” she said, as she pushed the blade deeper into his unyielding flesh.
 
But there was no will behind the action, it was just the futile attempt of a child feigning ignorance in the hopes that someone would come to their rescue.
 
But after a time… as all children must come to learn… Bijuu settled on the harsh fact…. That there are no heroes. 
 
And dirty deeds that need doing… only get done by the strong.
 
“Arrggg!” Bijuu yelled in frustration then, as she realized it was her own pathetic weakness that was going to get her thrown into jail for the rest of her natural life.
 
So once again, she pushed the steel to his throat, this time with a renewed sense of determination to not be that needy child ever again.
 
But, just as the knife bit into his skin, her ghost cleared her throat.  Rather loudly.
 
“Umm…. Bijuu…” her ghost said then.  Again, rather loudly, from somewhere just behind her.
 
Bijuu turned then, to look at the most unhelpful ghost to ever have lived.  Or… not lived… whichever applied here.
 
So, she didn’t notice the fresh drops of blood that were slowly leaking from the nick on the man’s neck.  Fresh, bright, red blood.
 
“What?” she asked, praying there was a good reason for the interruption, because she was not at all sure she could muster that kind of will power again.
 
“Gooey… messy… bits… Remember?” the ghost said, with a smart smile, that said she just always had to be right.
 
But Bijuu just ignored her.  Because as far as she could tell she had only one option… and that was to get the body out.  And to do that… it had to be in pieces.
 
So… with a new resolve, Bijuu turned back towards the grisly task at hand.
 
But this time the young girl didn’t even come close to the man’s neck before she once again screamed, and then hurled the kitchen knife across the room. 
 
And then she snuffled, and wiped at the snot and tears with the sleave of her left hand.
 
“Bijuu?”
 
“What?”
 
“You really should freeze him first.”
 
Bijuu looked over to her constant companion with a broad, fake smile.
 
And then she began to pace.
 
“It was so easy for him to threaten my job,” she said, as she made her first circuit about the room.
 
“It was so easy for him to threaten my body!” she continued, as a new sort of madness began to rip through Bijuu’s adrenaline-soaked brain.
 
“My body!  My body!  My body…”
 
And then suddenly… she seemed to lose steam.
 
And a second later she was holding the large kitchen knife again, as large tears coursed unimpeded down her cheeks.
 
And again, she swiped at the snot and tears with her sleeve.
 
And then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and moved once again to the body’s side.
 
Her eyes just inches from his face…
 
“You’re like all of them,” she whispered.
 
“You take what you want.”
 
Slowly, as if entranced, Bijuu once again straddled the prone man’s body.
 
But this time, with her pelvic bone riding hard against his rather large and obtrusive belt buckle, she began to grind down on top of the man, as she spoke.
 
“You wanted this… didn’t you?” she asked him, knowing no answer would come.
 
“You wanted to feel this,” she told him, as she ground deeper into him.  And then harder.
 
“It’s because of this?” she growled into his ear, as her large breasts raked across the snap-buttons on his shirt.
 
Her lips brushed his ear.
 
“It’s because you wanted to feel this.  You wanted to know how warm… and wet… it is,” she told him.
 
And then she threw her head back and laughed, as her pelvis made lazy half-formed circles on top of him.
 
“You wanted it to swallow you up, so that you could forget how pathetic your life is.  How pathetic you are.  Because you’re dead inside.”
 
“Um… Bijuu…” her ghost intoned again, from not too far off. 
 
But Bijuu only had one thing on her mind.
 
“You wanted to feel alive… didn’t you?  You wanted to forget your pathetic existence and pretend for a moment that someone could love you, that someone could care for you?”
 
Then… leaning forward with a smirk only a predator knows, Bijuu licked the man, from chin to temple.
 
“Ummmm,” Nyx said again, a bit louder this time.
 
But Bijuu was in the throws of exultation, and so she licked the man again, from chin to temple, as if she could taste victory itself upon him.
 
“Ummm!  Bijuu!” her ghost hollered then, loud enough that Bijuu could no longer ignore her.
 
“What?” she asked, just as the man’s little finger twitched at his side.
 
“Ummm… yeah… there’s someone at the door.”
 
 
 
 
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