From: | Eric Randolp Benson <fountain@****.UDEL.EDU> |
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Subject: | Widow |
Date: | Tue, 25 Jan 1994 15:45:44 -0500 |
leaves? First my mother. She disappears just after I was born, leaving
me to grow up with an abusive, alcholic father and, luckily, a
compassionate brother. Ever had your father try to rape you? Not a nice
feeling. He forced me down and started ripping my clothes off. My brother
grabed a knife off the table and slams the knife into my father's
back. With his blood dripping down onto my then naked breasts, my
father slowly gets up off of me and grabs at my brother. David stabs
my father again. My father hits him across the chest with an iron
lamp, caving in part of his chest. I grab a vidscreen and throw it at
him. Distracted, he turns. He picks up a peice of glass and throws it at
me. You know that damn scar on my neck? You know why I can never talk
much louder than a wisper? Because of my damn father... I collapse ont
he mattress, a large part of the vidscreen sticking in my throat as David
falls forward, stabbing my father. My father tries to turn, but David
twists the blade. My father slumps down. David come over to me, lies
down and slides the glass out of my throat. He gives me a hug, then
coughs. Blood flows from his mouth. I know he is dead. I never opened
myself up to anyone again - until you and Chance. I don't really care
what the friggin runs are about. It's about being around people I trust
and love. Please come back. Don't be the next person to walk out on
me. LYLAS.]<<<<<
-- Laurissa <16:01:10, 01-25-55>