Teenage Groupie Part XXXXVII
Mama’s story:
She was awakened at night when she heard his
harsh voice yell out my name. She heard him beat down my bedroom door, and stomp
out the floor of the trailer in anguish as he tried to locate me. Her bedroom
window blew in a cold sickening breeze and the neighbor’s dog barked
relentlessly in reaction of the fierce tense air that was brewing in my house.
He flung open her door, as she lay still too tired to make a move. His eyes were
furious and outraged, and he held the heavy encyclopedia in his hand.
“Where is she? Where is that slut of a
daughter of yours? Where?” he growled at mama. She managed to sit up on the
bed, squinting her eyes she gave him a brave face.
“She’s gone, far, far away from you.”
He grunted, and suddenly began to snicker,
softly at first and then it emanated into a loud deafening intimidating snicker.
He belted mama across the face, sending sparks flying to her brain. Her head
immediately tuned off from sending brain messages to her nerves.
He sat over her limp body on the bed, and
knelt on it. Urging her shoulders back and forth, he demanded in deafening
growl, “Where is she?” he slapped her, “where is she?” he would slap her
again. “You let her leave?” he slapped her. “You let my sex toy leave?”
he made to slap her but a noise alerted him form behind. He turned briefly from
it, and his eyes met an angry Stef, clutching the bat raised over his head.
“Oh, not again, not you,” he whined. Those
were his last words.
Stef beat him at first across the face, a soft
blow that sent him away from mama, and onto the floor, face first. But she
didn’t stop there. She continued, pounding and beating the useless life out of
him, taunting his spirit with each blow.
“I’m not gonna let you do this, I am not.
You did this to me, did this to Nikki, I won’t let you do this to my
mother.” She continued, thudding and stomping. Mama was too stunned and
stupefied to move, to stop her, to utter a word to ask her to stop. She was just
as angry as Stef was, as enraged as Stef was, but her heart had no vehicle with
which to exert its fury. The beating could be heard loudly over the noise of the
barking angry dogs, the night crickets, and quiet chill of the night air. It was
in fact heard in every trailer in their neighborhood, but no one dared to move,
no one called the police, and no one asked what was amiss. They all knew what it
was, and to them, father had it coming for years. No man does that to his
daughters and gets away with it. No man.
When Stef had satisfied her rage, she let the
bat fall to the ground carrying with it a clanging noise. Blood had splattered
all over her clothes and his head was busted right open, oozing out coagulated
blood splatter.
Panting, and weakened by her own exhilarating
fury, she turned to a frightened curled up mama. “It’s over now, mama,
it’s over.”
Mama could barely lift up her face from a
cradled still position. She had hoped in the midst of it, her own heart would
give in, and her life would finally go to its rest, relieving her from this
eternal nightmare she called life, but alas, it was not so, for on the floor lay
the mangled body of her demented husband, murdered by her long lost forgotten
daughter.
Falling into reality, Stef broke down to
tears, and wept bitterly on her bloody hands over her face, consoling her
dilemma with some small soft cries. How did she let this happen, how could it
have happened, she seemed to beg from her soft wails and moans.
Mama stepped up to the plate and held her
frightened daughter’s shaky hands still, taking it in hers, she was
immediately covered in the painted soaking red of the blood on it. She held
Stef’s face in her pounding chest, calming her and quieting her, she could not
afford for Stef to have a complete blackout of her madness. That was for her,
one crazy person in the family was enough.
“What do we do? What do I do?” Stef asked,
vibrating and tensing up every congealed muscle in her body. “I killed him,
what do I do?”
Mama pulled her gently away from the scene of
the crime, and persuaded her to washing off the bloodstains from her hands, and
the rest of her body. Stef took off her clothes and stripped off each piece of
clothing she had on her when she committed the grizzly action. Mama did it. The
tow women went into the shower and washed off their tainted bodies, completely
extinguishing any traces of the horrid crime they had just committed. But the
true effect of it was painted in their hearts.
IN the shower, Stef explained to Mama what
exactly she was doing back home after 4 years away, after her unannounced
departure signifying that home would be the last place on earth where she would
be caught in ever again.
“I came for Nikki, I came to get Nikki…”
she began, wiping off her body forcefully. “I have a child now…Brandon and I
have a child but----he left me you see---stupid bastard left before the baby was
born, I have been working 2 jobs just to keep a roof on my head that is not even
mine, I stay with my friend just till the baby got born, and now I have to get
back to work in the casino so I need someone to watch the baby while I am gone,
so I came for Nikki, figured my baby sister would help me out. My bus got broke
down on the way here so I had to hitch hike the rest of the way. I was so angry
and bitter on the way, cursing and swearing that if I met him again, I would
give him the life of me if he dared to harass me again, or anyone, I never
thought he would do I to Nikki. I thought it was just I, I thought I was cursed
that’s why he did it to me. When I saw him standing over you, I didn’t
think, I couldn’t, I just grabbed the nearest thing beside me and I wished it
had ended well, but how can it, I couldn’t stop hitting, I just couldn’t. It
felt so good to see him in pain, to see him beg, after all the horrible things
he put us through, all the nightmares and the craziness…” she broke down
here. “I have killed him, I have killed my father, haven’t I? The police
would be here soon to get me, to arrest me, and my baby would have no mother,
would not know her mother, she would be alone, just like we were. How could I do
this?” She shielded her face again, her hands reverberating back and forth.
“Calm down, look at you, you did what you
could, he could have killed me too, if he would have, he almost did with his
molestation of my own children,” Mama scolded, grabbing a firm hold of her
hands. “Comon Stef, I will tell you the same things I told Nikki to get here
outta here. Leave. Leave Stef. Go on get. Leave me here with his body. If the
police come I will take the heat, just go.”
“Mama I-I-I can’t. How can I? I-I did
it…I must stay.” Stef begged, whining like a wounded puppy.
“NO. You must not. He is my husband and you
are my child. I did it. From this moment on, I want to hear it said that I did
it. I killed him. I did it Stef. You didn’t kill him, I did.”
Stef was at first taken aback by the sane
words but insane resolution from Mama. What a conclusion? Why should she let her
mother take the heat for a crime she had committed? How? It was a crime of
passion driven by rage and utter disconcertion. No one had any control of
they’re mental facilities when driven by rage, no one. Then again, she had a
child to think of, her baby who was barely 2 months old whom she had left with
her friend, promising to return a week later armed with her younger sister as
her new baby sitter. What was she to do if she was arrested? Where was her
friend to take the baby, to a foster home, to the authorities to be placed in
custody for the rest of her childhood?