makenzero
"I've ran away my whole life, but now my running has become a talent that no one can surpass me in.
100 Bullets: Heartbreak. Sunny Side Up Nominate Please
never coming homeA man in his mid forties pulls up in his driveway coming home from work. His name was Phil, and he worked as an auto repairer. He walked inside his house after checking the mail. "Honey?" "In here Phil." Phil walked to their bed room and saw that his wife was getting dressed. His wife was gorgeous and did not age hardly. Beautiful skill but full figured white body she had. She was putting on her stockings.
Phil touched the tip of his hat and spoke, "Well, Willy's out sick again, if you can believe that. So we're a bit behind. Margie came in to get a oil change." "How is she?"As she put on her other stocking. "Real good. Says Dale is gonna to retire next year." "Really how can they manage that? He's the same age as you isn't he?" Phil shifted and put his arm on the door way for support and took off his hat, "Yeah, well he's been working for the city for what-- thirty years now. Guess he's got a good pension. When did you get that?" He pointed at her. "What?" She asked as she was pulling up her dress to put on completely. "That bra." "The other day. The ones I had, were getting so ratty. Now that I'm an old lady, I need more support." Phil walked up behind her and kissed her neck, "You ain't old." "Am so, now zip me up." His wife smiled at him.
Later on she's putting lipstick on in the mirror. She turned off the lights and walked out, she walked by one room and stopped to peak in there. It was a children's room. More for a little girl with all the dolls on the bed. She sighed and went into the room. She picked up a picture, it was of her, her husband Phil, and her daughter. She was leaning over her daughters shoulder smiling as her daughter had on a Santa Clause hat. She sat on the bed and took a teddy bear and hugged it closely. Her husband called out to her from the living room, "Lilly what's for dinner?" "Chicken it's in the fridge," Lilly got up and walked to the kitchen. On the way she picked up her purse, "Stick the plate in the oven at about 250." "Is it alright cold?" "No there's potatoes," Lilly opened up a beer from the fridge. The fridge had a picture of their daughter on there too. "Oh okay." "I gotta go. Love you," she came back into the living room kissing him on the forehead and handed him the beer as he was sitting on the couch. "Love you too."
"Order up!" Lilly worked at a local diner in the small city. "Uh-Uh Tomas. I said cottage cheese instead of fries. The super models are watching their weight after all," one of the waitresses said. "Models? Where?" Tomas looked over the counter. "Settle down, Casanova. She's being facetious," Lilly was bring up some dirty dishes. "Nah Lilly these girls, they're hotties. Let me make this special..." The other waitress rolled her eyes, "I swear boy you're such a flirt! I don't know how you keep that girlfriend." "Who? Jenny? I'm not gonna keep her much longer," Tomas smirked. Lilly leaned over with a confused look, "What are you talking about? The way you two carry on.." Tomas stopped her, "Lilly you know I'm going to school next fall." "So?" "So it's outta state. And long distance relationships don't work."
An man who looked to be in his mid fifties walked in. He took off his his shades, the old man was dressed up in a business suit and carried a briefcase. The other waitress put her hands on her hip, "Really? So you're a seventeen year old authority on relationships now? " "Hey there were girls before Jenny, and there will be girls after her. And after me. I'm young. I gotta be a player! Holla!" Tomas grinned and handed the waitress the food for her order. Lilly picked up a pot of coffee to go make her rounds for customers, "Come on Monica, let's leave "Mr. Player" to his dirty dishes." "That's right," Tomas pointed at her, "I'm a player! You would know too if you weren't married!" "Don't start with me. I'm old enough to be your mother." "Yep my young sexy mother!" He tipped his cooking hat to her as she walked off. She smiled.
Lilly took the coffee pot over to the old man, "How are you tonight hon? Coffee?" The old man nodded, "Please." Lilly poured the coffee for him and he looked up at her from the menu, "Thank you Mrs. Roach." She smiled at him, "Have we met before? You a friend of my husband Phil?" "No," he looked back at the menu. "Well my name tag says Lilly but you know me by my last name. How come?" "I know your daughter." Lilly was taken back by what he said, "Tina?" She set the coffee pot down and put both her hands on the table to keep herself up. "My God. How is she? Where is she? Is she--" "I like a piece of pie." "But--" "I'll tell you all you need to know. But I am a bit hungry, please." He said so politely. He gave her the menu, "A piece of pie."
Lilly came back out with a plate of pie for the man. "Who--" "My name is agent Graves. Sit down Mrs. Roach." She looked left and right, "But sir I'm working." "I think you should sit." Lilly did what the agent Graves said. "That's better. It's not easy raising a child, I gather. I mean, you only want what's best for them, but you can only do so much," Agent Graves started to eat his pie. "Please tell me she's all right?" Lilly wanted to shake him to make sure this was real. "It's a little late for that isn't it Mrs. Roach?" Graves countinued to eat his pie. "What're you?" She looked confused and scared but hopeful. "The last time you saw her was four years ago. Tina has done a lot of living since then." "Is she in some kind of trouble? I'll do anything--" Graves cut her off again, "That's why I'm here. There is something you can do."
"We don't have much money, but everything we have," Lilly just wanted to see her. "Tina didn't have much money either. She had some, but most of it went for a bus ticket." "My baby." "Was young, attractive and scared. She was all alone in the world. An easy mark for a man who knows one when he sees one. He called himself Panda. He promised to take care of her. Treat her right, like she hadn't been treated before. He put her up in a tenement hotel. You've seen those kinds. The hourly rates. Besides the rats. There were two mattresses on the floor and three other girls who also worked for him. Taken on face value, you would think a bright girl like Tina would recognized what she was getting into. But he told her she was special. And she needed to believe him. When he hit her-- which was often, he said it was because he loved her. She needed to believe that, too. It's funny how feeling loved can almost dull the pain of a fat lip or a black eye."
Graves continued to eat his pie while Lilly covered her face, she could not believe what she was hearing. "This can't be real," she spoke quietly. "It is. It is very real. Perhaps too real for Tina. When your reality is having to lay under a stranger in a flithy alley or bend down into his lap in a car, it's no wonder you look for an escape." He took a piece of pie again and spoke again. "Tina found hers in a needle." "No no no," Lilly covered her face again. Graves continued, "She hated herself, and hated feeling that way. With heroin, she didn't feel anything. I don't have to tell you that addictions lead to all sorts of risks, Mrs. Roach. Sharing needles, getting into cars with men who seem shady." Lilly couldn't keep the tears back anymore, they were over flowing in her eyes dropping down her cheeks, "Tina," she cried out softly.
"She met Robert Corley one cold November night. She asked him if he was looking for a good time. He said yes. What Tina didn't realize was that a good time for Mr. Corley consisted of handcuffing girls to a bed, cutting their nipples off with a straight razor, and burning their faces with ciggerattes. He landed back in an institution. She landed in intensive care." She had a scared look on her face, Lilly was shaking but she couldn't help but keep on listening.
The phone was ringing in the kitchen of the diner. Tomas looked up and could see Lilly was a bit awkward. But he didn't kno what was going on. He went over to the phone and answered it. The conversation went on bet Graves and Lilly. "It was there that the attending physician discovered that Tina was HIV positive, whcihc came at little suprise, really, given her lifestyle. Of course she didn't have any insurance, so she was released from the hospital. One look at her scarred face was all it took for Panda to cut her loose. HIV is one thing. But looking the way she did, she was no use to him. Tina found herself back where she was three years prior. On the streets."
Tomas was on the phone looking shocked, he looked around and was frightened, sweat was forming on his brow. He covered his mouth for a second, he didn't know what to do. Graves finally finished his pie, "That's where she spent this past year. In that time, due in the harshiness of her environment, you know-- eating out of dumpters, sleeping in door ways. Her immune system was severely compromised. She became a breeding ground for opportunistic diseases-- karposi sarcoma, cytomeglia virus, pneumonia, wasting syndrome, you name it. She died last week. In an all-night porno theater." Graves reached for a napkin wipping his mouth, "When the usher found her he noticed someone had stolen her shoes."
Lilly just let the tears roll down and she spoke, "Do you know what today is?" Graves and Lilly looked at each other quietly. In the background, Tomas took of his hat and was still on the phone. Lilly looked down as the tears dropped in the puddle they been making on the table, "Her birthday. She would have been sixteen." Agent Graves brought up a briefcase and put it on the table, "I can't give you your daughter back, but I can give you something else. In this attache, you'll find irrefutable evidence that what I tell you is true, a gun, and one hundred rounds of untraceable ammunition. Whatever you choose to do, you'll be acting above the law. No law enforcement agency can touch you. You'll get away with it. You have my word." Lilly's makeup was starting to leave streaks down her cheeks as well, "Who? Who am I suppose to shoot? The pimp? The pyscho who hurt my baby? Who?" Agent Graves opened up the briefcase slowly, "I have a photograph that should answer all your questions. Maybe..." She looked into the breifcase to see the gun and the hundred bullets, she reached for the photos. She covered her mouth looking at the picture.
"We'll talk about this later," Tomas had his head down talking in a serious tone. He sounded very afraid. He looked over at Lilly who was looking down at the briefcase the man seemed to have given her. She closed the case and took agent Graves plate to wash it. Tomas crushed his hat looking off into space. "What the hell is wrong with you," Monica the other waitress looked at him. "That.. That was Jenny. She's pregnant." Monica was shocked just as Lilly was when she just walked into the conversation. "What?" "I said Jenny's pregnant," Tomas started to wash the dishes again. Monica was getting angry, "You dumb little shit! Do you have any idea what you're getting into? What this means to your future?" Tomas was wiping the lates cleaned and looked back at Monica, "Yeah. Nothin. It's not my problem." "Like hell, what do you think about that Lilly?" "He's right. It's not his problem. It's Jenny's. It's Jenny's problem." Lilly walked off with a cold look on her face.
She walked over to the table where she was talking. The man was gone and he left a tip on top of the briefcase. The entry door opened behind her and she looked at the couple walking in with their baby. "Can we sit there please?" The lady asked her. "Sure here's fine," Lilly wiped down the table for them. The couple were trying to sit down, the lady looked at Lilly, "Can you hold her for a second," she gave the baby. Lilly looked at the baby in her hands and held her to her chest as if it were her own.
Lilly reached home with the briefcase in hand. She opened the door to see her husband Phil sleeping where she last left him. She went passed him and into the dining room. She took out a bottle of alcohol and a shot glass. She opened the briefcase taking out the gun. She closed her eyes and put it to her head. "Honey?" She opened her eyes and put the gun back in the briefcase and closed it. She poured herself a drink and took the drink and the briefcase to the living room. "In here Phil." She sat down on the long couch drinking her drink. "You fell asleep in your chair again.' "Yeah," he had his hand on his forehead. "The doctor said you shouldn't do that because it's bad for your back." "I know but I don't like going to bed without you." They looked at each other. "I met a man tonight Phil. He gave me a picture of a stranger," she opened up the briefcase.
She got up taking the gun out and shot her husband Phil six times in the chest. He never even had a chance for anything. "You bastard. My baby. My poor little girl. Your little girl. All those nights when I was at work." She was shaking, Lilly was no longer in control of herself. She ejected the clip shaking so badly that she put another one in. Phil had blood coming out ofhis mouth and his chest was filled with holes. as he was laying their in his chair. She was choking on her own cries, "ugh! Since she was seven years old! Goddamn you!" Her she was bursting into a sob of tears. The briefcase was fully open showing the pictures of her her husband Phil, pictures she never thought she would ever see before in her lifetime.
Agent Graves was walking by the house. His hands in his pocket as he walked the rest of the neighborhood. There were more guns shots. He closed his eyes and kept on walking. He counted sixteen more shots. Those sixteen shots were for Lilly's daughter birthday that day. He continued walking down the the side walk.
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