20 Weeks – Chapter 8 (Part 1)
“What the hell is taking so long?” Ben asked, as he slid into Bijuu’s room without even knocking. As if he’d done it a hundred times before.
“Revenge,” the red lip-sticked ghost said with a sadistic smirk, though neither Bijuu nor Ben paid her any mind.
“I told you to wait with the Jeep,” Bijuu hissed from beside her dresser.
‘With the dead body’, she wanted to add, but didn’t.
“What the fuck is that?” Ben asked as he peeped the glowing-red leather brand Bijuu was holding over a flickering candle flame.
“Revenge,” the specter said with a sneer, from just over Ben’s left shoulder.
“What she said,” the pudgy half-Asian girl remarked coyly with a beautiful smile.
“Hide,” the ghost said then, suddenly, and real loudly right in Benjamin’s left ear.
“What?” he barked as he put a hand over his ear and pulled away.
“Hide. They’re coming,” Nyx told the tall boy with the broad shoulders.
Bijuu looked into his face and silently begged his compliance, which he quickly gave, and then he sighed and climbed into Bijuu’s extremely messy closet.
“I swear,” he mumbled as Bijuu slid the door shut, and a moment later in walked Cory with Adam and Steve in tow.
“I got it offa some punkers down in the valley, it’s what my ma calls ‘the strange strain’,” Cory remarked loudly, as he led the two bigger boys into the cramped room.
“Yeah, leave it to your mom to get the good ganj,” Adam said with a smirk, just as Bijuu came out from behind the door and bashed him in the head with a candlestick.
“What the…” Steve began, but Bijuu didn’t waste any time, as she caught him too upside the head with the large brass candlestick.
And then suddenly she was standing there looking down on the two boys who had raped her, at their crumpled bodies that lay at her feet on her garbage-strewn floor.
“You can’t be serious,” Adam said when he finally looked up from his lap, where he’d been staring sightlessly for the past couple of minutes, as he slowly regained consciousness.
“What? You don’t like playing games?” Bijuu asked with a dark twist to her normally sanguine voice.
“Untie me,” the dark blonde with the reddish beard barked angrily.
“What the fuck?” Steve asked, as he too finally came round.
“What the fuck is…” Bijuu began, though she could almost hear Nyx’s voice instead of her own when she spoke.
“…is us having a bit of a chat, is all.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Serious as a heart attack. Ya?” the half-Brit, half-Taiwanese girl with the deep mahogany eyes and vacant look said, with a smirk that could cut glass.
“I don’t know what sort of game you’re playing here…” one of the boys began, though Bijuu hardly knew which, cuz she had turned just to pick up the glowing leather brand.
“What the fuck is that?” Steve, the greasy dark-haired boy that looked strikingly like a young Keanu Reeves asked, in an almost equally oily voice.
“Why… it’s sumpin my Gran left for me. She always did want me to take up crafting,” Bijuu told them, as she swirled back around, leather brand in hand.
“We haven’t done anything. You can’t do this to us.”
Bijuu looked at Steve, and then at Adam and smiled. Because there really weren’t no words she wanted to hear just then.
No, cuz just then all she wanted was to stand there a moment - knowing she held their futures in the palm of her tiny little hand.
And then she sighed, and then set the branding iron back over the flame.
“You’re going to admit, in front of that camera,” Bijuu said with a nod towards her dresser, where her phone had been set up to record the two boys who’d been tied to her bed, “what you’ve done.”
“We haven’t done nothing,” Steve said again, though this time as more of a pathetic begging than any declaration of truth.
“You both raped me. That’s whatcha done. The night of my brother’s birthday party, you came into my room when I was passed out and you raped me. And you’re both gonna admit that. Or… I’m gonna make sure everyone sees you from now on - for the cowards we all know ya really are.”
“No way in hell are you coming anywhere near me with that,” Adam said then with more backbone than Steve had ever shown. Though Bijuu could tell easy enough it was the backbone of a snake that would bend, and twist, and contort itself into any position required in order to save its own skin.
“You’re going to admit what rotten, no-good, pieces of shits you are, or I’m gonna use your faces as my personal canvases.”
And it was at this precise moment, when Bijuu considered the years-and-years of her life she’d have to spend looking back on this moment – on the decision she made now. And she knew she’d never be okay with regret.
“Yeah? You and what Army? Just cuz I’m tied up, you stupid bitch, don’t mean you can do whatever you want to me. I can still stop you.”
And that’s when a six-foot-four man unfolded himself from Bijuu’s filthy closet.
“Yeah, I guess that army would be me,” Ben growled dryly.
And before anyone could do anything he was bashing Adam’s head off of Bijuu’s headboard. Once, twice, and then a third time – with about three-times the force.
Steve, recoiling from the sudden explosion of violence only had a second to bob out of the way before an elbow caught him in the nose, causing it to instantly erupt into a spray of blood.
“Steve saw you go into your room. We didn’t expect to see you passed out,” Adam finally confessed as he glared into Bijuu’s blood-shot eyes.
“Go on,” Ben growled, as he bounced the young man’s head off the headboard one more time, for good measure.
“What did you do?” Bijuu asked, her voice shaky and almost inaudible.
With a snarky smirk, the cocky boy who looked more like an Irish rugby player than anything else, simply replied, “What didn’t we do. And you liked it too.”
“Is that what you think?” Bijuu asked after a small contemptuous laugh.
“You were moaning,” the freckled-face boy told her, as if it excused all of his behavior.
“You raped me. You, and Steve,” she said, gesturing to the boy who was still trying not to drown in his own blood, “raped me.”
“You didn’t say 'no'. You didn’t fight back.”
“How could I?”
“So, what are you going to do now? You’re going to burn an X into my face if I don’t say what? Exactly?”
Bijuu looked over at her phone, at the flashing red light, and then back to the bed which held tight her two pathetic rapists.
“Admit, on camera, that you raped me.”
“So what if we did?” Adam asked then, his ego suddenly shining in full regalia.
“You’re not going to use that to prove anything, because all it proves is that you’re a kidnapper, and if you touch me with that thing… a torturer too. You’ll be in way bigger trouble than we ever will be.”
Adam had said the words with such conviction Bijuu knew he believed them to be true.
Believed them because they’d all seen it time and time again. When the victims do time while the villains go free… to Stanford, and the Senate, and the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
And so, for a quick second, she paused to consider her last night of freedom.
And then she smiled a smile ain’t neither of them ever gonna forget.
“No!” Adam screamed just as Ben pushed his head back against the headrest.
“Stop!” he screamed again, as Bijuu shoved her scorching hot branding iron straight into his face.
© Raena Exe 2021
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