As I sit here pondering how I will plan my escape, I think I came to the conclusion on how I will run away. I would like to escape a week before my birthday therefore I would get a wonderful chance to experience a real birthday! A birthday where I wouldn't get raped as a "gift".
I want a birthday where I can sit in a diner and enjoy an ice cream sandwich, while the sun hits the surface of my face smiling and I smile back brightly. Not having concerns or worries occupying my brain leaving me with unbearable anxiety.
I want to experience life in its greatest forms, I want to sit at the bay with the seagulls gawking around me while feeding the local ducks! I want to play with a stranger's dog at a park similar to what they do in the movies in New York while a stranger who is crossing the road yells, "I am walking here!"
Am I crazy to want this? Am I weird to want life? Or am I too desperate causing life to run away from between my hands? Am I going to regret living with a purpose? Maybe so, I must not fear life and let it gain control over me I must regain control before it swallows me whole, just as Mrs. Robinson did.
I wonder will life show me it's beauty if I dare show it mine? Will I get the chance to meet her eye to eye? Who knows...
Knock knock
Mrs. Robinson never knocks, she tends to barge in. This isn't Mrs. Robinson she doesn't do so, ever! Who can it be?
"Yes? Who is at the door?"
"Hello, Frank. It's Bella", her voice shivers, I have never heard Bella's voice shiver like that before. She knocks hard once more as if she is leaning against the door. What the hell is happening? I walk down the similarly shaking staircase.
"Bella!? How do you know where I live?! Why are you here?!"
I open the door and there I see Bella with red and swollen eyes, her ponytail looking like a bird's nest as if someone has pulled her by her gorgeous hazelnut hair and left it on one side and then, I see it.
Mrs. Robinson is standing behind her with an old rifle not blinking, keeping her stare focused completely at me while Bella, was covering her face. She was trying to wipe away her tears.
"I told you what I'd do to you son! I would hurt you! And now that I have both you and your companion, I can kill ya both!" She exclaimed joyfully while her laughter filled the hopeless atmosphere. She was moving the gun around the back of Bella's head causing Bella to jump and scream lowly.
Bella was trying to hold her hands together, but her tears were flowing like a river. I wanted to embrace her and kiss her on the top of her head while boring her with my poetry, so she could sleep and forget this nightmare ever happened, but I can't.
2
She pushed Bella into the barn with the shotgun yelling "move, you slut!", Bella was jumping and trying to move but due to the situation Bella moved in small steps.
I wonder how she feels, what kind of anxiety, fear, or anger she is feeling. Does she hate me? Will she ever speak to me again? Probably not...
That is not important now, Frank. You might be dying today and all you can think about, is the future? Who the hell knows if you will meet the dawn of tomorrow with Mrs. Robinson and that rifle of hers!?
She pushed Bella toward the dining table and dragged out a chair with her left foot for Bella to sit on. She dragged it to the middle of the room, "bring out the other chair Franklin". I don't think I have ever heard her call me Franklin, she is the one who insisted on calling me "Frank" to let me integrate with the southerner culture here. I don't know how to act really, my one true love and I might die today in the hands of my rapist, my mother, my enemy, my Satan, my Maleficent.
"W-w-w-wh-a-a-t-gulp- w-w-will-hickup- yo-yu-yo d-d-d-o-hickup-t-t-to u-us?" Bella asked holding her hands close to her chest not looking up.
"I will kill you, darling. What do you think will happen? I have a loaded gun and it does not show mercy!"
"Show me mercy please Mrs. Robinson, I beg you! I will do anything!"
"Tell me you love me more than-she pointed that gun at Bella while tears flooded her eyes- bitch!"
"I don't love Bella, Mrs. Robinson. Why would you think that?! Frank, I know everything, from the days you sneak out, to your poems, I have seen it all!"
"What?!"
"When you ask to shower on your own, I saw that poem book of yours lying on the table open and I couldn't help myself. So you bet your old lady read it and cried! You hurt me lover! I thought I was your one true love!"
"Mrs, please, stop what-then she lifted the gun and pointed it at me while I was looking ahead keeping eye contact to calm her-"
"Don't, please, I beg you!"
"You made me do it, lover", she sobbed while lifting the gun up with one arm. She pulled the trigger and fired. Luckily, I bent down and the bullet went through the wall behind me, while she was crying and not aiming correctly.
On the table was a pan which the eggs laid on. I picked up the shaky pan with the handle almost falling off, and hitting her the middle of her face while she was looking down, sobbing thinking she had shot me. Bella was sitting behind in utter shock looking at me with a shaky bottom lip.
To be continued