"Serving A Detention"

“Serving A Detention”

By Cody Williams 

 

1.

Victoria Lawrence glanced up over her glasses and stared into the darkness that surrounded her classroom. She thought she heard something. The sound was something like one of the desks slightly gliding on the tile floor. Victoria reached over and picked up the black desk lamp that was lighting the room. She shined the light into the dark end of the classroom. There was nothing there.

            Victoria placed the lamp back on the desk, dismissed the idea of somebody else being there, and went back to grading the stories that her eleven o’clock creative writing class had turned in that day. She reached the end of the page and reached up and made a mark at the top in red ink and then put it to the side. Victoria reached over to grab the next paper when she heard the sound again. She quickly looked up and shined the light again. Still there was nothing there. Victoria stood from her desk and slowly walked around it. When she reached the center row, she slowly began to make her way down it. She heard the sound again and paused for a moment.

There’s nothing here! she thought to herself and then stared at the janitor’s closet that was directly in front of her in the back of the room. In the closet! She thought. Victoria slowly began to make her way towards the closet door. When she reached the door stood there for a moment and waited for the sound again. Nothing happened. She sighed and turned her back to the door only to hear the sound once more. In the closet! she thought again as she quickly turned around, grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and opened the door. Victoria leaped back with anticipation to the point to where her butt was on the desk behind her. A rat sprinted from the closet knocking the bucket of water mixed with Pine Sol and a mop that it had been pushing across the floor.

            Victoria placed her right hand on her chest and let out a sigh of relief. The rat ran over to the door of the classroom to the right of her desk and sprinted out into the hallway.

            “Damn it Paul! I told him a thousand times that we had rats!” She said referring to Paul Butcher, the high school principal of Little Rock High School where she worked. Victoria knelt down and picked up the bucket and set it back in the corner where it was before. She grabbed the mop and tried to clean up the most excess water she could and then put the mop in the bucket and closed the janitor’s closet door behind her.

            Victoria looked around and smiled feeling somewhat silly that she believed that something horrible could be behind that door. She walked back over to her desk and looked down at the remaining five stories that were still left ungraded. Victoria looked down at her watch. 10:32 the digital green numbers read. She looked back at the stories.

            “I’ll get to them in the morning.” She said to herself as she reached over and turned the black desk lamp off. Victoria walked over to her classroom door and into the hallway as she closed the door behind her.

 

2.

Victoria stared down the long dark hallway. She had been there this late before. Normally she wasn’t scared in any way. But this time was different. This time she could almost sense that something wasn’t quite right and she felt as if she was being watched. Victoria let out a gulp noise as she swallowed and then started her way down the hallway heading towards the front door of the school. After about she had walked about five feet down the hallway, she stopped for a moment. Victoria slowly turned around only to see a man standing down the hallway behind her.

            Victoria couldn’t quite make out whom it was. He was standing in a place that was darkened with almost no light around him. All she could really see was he was indeed a man and was about seven feet tall.

            “Hello?” She called out. The man didn’t answer. He slowly began walking towards her. She could hear the sound of his boot click as they hit the tile floor. “Hello?” She cried out again. Still there was no answer. As he grew closer she could see his face better.

            “Dennis?” She asked. Dennis was basketball player for the high school. He signed up for her creative writing class although she really never even knew why. It wasn’t like he was making great grades in his regular English class.

            “Ms. Lawrence!” The man said as he stepped out of the shadows into place in the hallway where the light of the moon shined in through a window. It was Dennis. He was tall and wearing his practice jersey along with a pair of white basketball shorts with orange stripes running down the sides. She looked up at the purple comb he had buried in his Afro.

            “What are you doing here at this time? You’re really not supposed to be here!” She said to him.

            “The coach asked me to stay after practice and pump up the balls.” He said. Victoria gave him a strange expression of disbelief.

            “Practice ended at five this afternoon!” She told him. He just shrugged his shoulders and she rolled her eyes.

            “Fine, leave now and I won’t give you a detention.” Victoria said as she pointed towards the front door. Dennis looked and then looked back in the eyes of Victoria. “Do you want that detention Mr. Cosby?” She asked. Dennis smiled and began to laugh.

            “Yeah. Yeah I do! Let’s do it right now!” Dennis said as grabbed Victoria on left shoulder and pushed her into the metal lockers beside her. She reached up and grabbed her head and fell down onto the floor. Victoria looked up confused as Dennis straddled himself around her abdomen.

            “Dennis! What the hell are you doing?” She asked as she kicked her legs and screamed. Dennis slapped her on the face, reached down, and ripped off her white button up blouse. Tears began to roll down Victoria’s face. “Why are you doing this?” She cried out. Dennis hit her face again as he quickly began to undo the black leather belt around his waste and the button that held up his sagging blue jeans.

            “Shut up teach or I’ll smoke you!” He shouted.

            “Please! Let me go!” She shouted again as she her right lifted up and kicked him in the spine. Dennis let out a loud scream and fell onto the floor. Victoria managed to get herself to her knees and began to crawl away before Denis reached up and grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back to him. He reached down and grabbed her by her blond hair and picked her head off the floor and then slammed it back on the floor. He did that three more times until she finally stopped kicking and blood began to rush out of the back of her head.

Dennis pulled his pants down around his ankles and knelt back down beside Victoria. He took off her kaki pants and ripped off the silk white panties that she was wearing. He quickly trusted himself into her until he was finally finished.

Dennis pulled his pants back up and tightened his belt. He reached down and picked up the blouse he tor off of her and used it wipe up her flood. Dennis knelt down beside Victoria and picked her up throwing her over his shoulder. He continued to walk down the hallway and out the back the back door to the rear parking lot. Dennis walked over to the black dumpster beside the school, opened the lid, and threw her inside. He smiled as he looked at her lying there helpless. Dennis closed the lid of the dumpster and quickly left the scene as the Victoria reached up and placed two finger utter the lid and lifted up slightly before slithering away again back into the dumpster.

 

3.

Dennis arrived back at home that night. He quietly slipped in the front door hoping that his parents would already be in bed.

            “Where in the hell have you been?” His mother asked wither her arms folded. Dennis sighed and turned around to face his bother. She was heavyset black woman with sweet face and a shaved head.

            “Drop it.” Dennis mumbled as he turned his back to her and started to make his way up the staircase.

            “No I will not drop it! I don’t mind that you stayed out until eleven! You’re a teenager! That’s what teenagers do! What I do have a problem with is that you didn’t even call.” She said.

            “You could’ve called me!” Dennis replied in a smart manner.

            “I did! Twenty times!” She shouted. Dennis sighed again, ignored her, and started walking back up the staircase.

            “Dennis! This isn’t over young man! You get back down these stairs before I come up there and slap the black right off of you!” She shouted. Dennis ignored her and turned the corner as he reached the top of the staircase. Dennis’ mother, Mandy, signed and placed her hands over her face and began to cry.

            “Where the hell did I go wrong?” She asked herself as she wiped the tears from her face and walked out of the living room into the kitchen.

 

4.

Dennis woke up startled. He looked over to his clock on the nightstand. 4:33 am it read in yellow digital numbers. He sat up in the bed and turned until his feet were touching the floor of his bedroom. Dennis noticed that the window was open and the wind was blowing in and chilling the room. He stood up and walked over to the window and pulled it downward to shut it. Dennis turned his back to and stopped. He knew that what he saw out there couldn’t have been real. He slowly turned back around and looked out the window. Standing in the front yard looking up at him was a woman. Her face was badly bruised and she was in her bra and panties.

            “Ms. Lawrence?” He asked. ‘But how could it be? She’s dead! I smashed her head up on the floor and killed her. I threw her body in the dumpster.’ he thought to himself. The woman just continued to stand there staring up at him. Her right hand was resting on her thigh while the other was hidden behind her back. Dennis stared at her motionless for moment longer. She pulled her left arm out from behind her back revealing that she was holding a hatchet in her hand. Ms. Lawrence smiled at him with the same sick grin he gave her earlier in the night and began to make her way towards the front door.

            Dennis closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief but that didn’t make it go away.

            “S**t!” He shouted as he quickly ran over to his bedroom door and locked it. Dennis closed his eyes and prayed for it to not be true. He opened them back up and looked around to see if there was something there he could use against her. There was nothing. His parents wouldn’t allow him to keep weapons in the house. He stood there in wait as he heard somebody reach for the doorknob of his room. They turned it back and forth realizing that lit was locked and then stopped.

            “Ms. Lawrence?” He called out. There was no answer. “Ms. Lawrence! I go a gun!” Dennis shouted again as slowly made his way over to his bedroom door. He reached and grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. The door swung open and his mother fell to the floor holding her throat. It had sliced with something.

            “Mom!” Dennis shouted as he knelt down beside his dying mother. Standing in the doorway was Victoria with a sick grin on her swollen face and a bloody hatchet in her left hand. Dennis looked up and quickly back himself into the corner of the room. Victoria slowly limped herself over to him and buried the hatchet into his crotch.

            “S**t!” He shouted out as Victoria pulled the hatchet out and forced it back in there until his balls rolled out of his blood stained boxer shorts. Dennis’ body was shaking all over due to the amount of blood loss. Victoria leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead before she grabbed the hatchet out of his crotch and buried it into his skull. She smiled, this time satisfied as she saw Dennis’ life slip away.

            “There, detention’s over.” She said as she turned her back to him and walked out of the room.

Copyright 2014 By Cody Williams

Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS

A division of TTP Entertainment

Author's Note

This story came to me today when I read a local news story about an 18 year old student knocking out and raping one of his teachers. I hope you all like it. Comments and reviews are welcome as always! Thanks for reading!

-CW

Reviews

[NoelHC]

Cody, this is another interesting tale, with your usual trick ending.
I echo what R.A. Merritt says in the review below, many spelling and grammatical errors that need polishing, and one major continuity error; Dennis comes out of the shadows in white basketball shorts with an orange stripe, and undoes his leather belt and pulls his saggy blue jeans down to rape the teacher. Quick change artist extraordinaire, for sure. : )

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Noel! It is much appreciated and I'll make the corrections!

-CW

[Dayran]

Isn't it strange how when the victim returns to exact revenge ... they do a better job at the kill. Probably had a lot of time to think things over ... and plan it well. But when it got started ... the perpetrator ... is all thumbs and impulsive. I guess he got lucky. Nice ...

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading Dayran!

-CW

[R. A. Merritt]

I found this story to be rather interesting as well as disturbing. It had the right atmosphere and the writing was compelling save for quite a few grave grammatical and spelling errors. I would suggest the author do a better job of proofreading and editing before submitting in the future. Sadly this tale also reminds me of similar crimes I recently have become aware of wherein a teacher was attacked, one even happening in a penal institute by a repeat offender. When I was in high school to long ago to mention many of the incidents that are all to common nowadays were very rare. I see a lot of potential for your work, but would once again caution you to do a better job of editing the material for egregious errors before submitting.

[Cody Williams]

Thanks for reading R. A.! I plan on going through it again tomorrow morning and updating it.

-CW

[R. A. Merritt]

Cody thank you for the response. Frankly I was fearful you might take offense with the word egregious in my review. A better choice of words might have sufficed in my criticism, but rest assured it was not intended to be malicious rather to make you aware of the errors only to improve your work. You as I said in the original had captured the atmospherics very well and therefore the mistakes I saw were disappointing for someone with great potential for weaving a good tale. When I read a story and can see it unwinding within my mind's eye then I know the author is demonstrating some great potential for having talent as a writer hence the reason for my caution to you. I hope you found it helpful and not the meanderings of a cantankerous old man. By the way let me add a hearty thank you for the friend request and have humbly accepted. I like you am new to this sight and hope you will take the time to read some of my work as well. I will keep a look out for your future endeavors anticipating that they will be well worth the effort of reading. Good luck to you in the future. Roy Merritt