Twisted

this was orginally supposed to be a poem but by the time i finished it was a story/poem

Twisted

What was she supposed to do?

Who could she tell, no one would believe her.

No, not her, not the girl who was known to the community for her wild ways

Who would believe that it was him that did this horrible act?

No, not Mr. Perfect. The one who could do no wrong

Not the one that was the All Star…the Senators son.

Not him, the one who carries the whole town on his back.

No one would believe that he would spare a second glance at her let along touch her. Why would he dirty his hands with her mutated flesh.

She was alone…and what had the towns star done? Did he help her? No, he left her there, stranded in the field with no way home.

He left her there…her beautiful dress covered in dirt and wet grass…

She was weak…too weak to stand….so she crawled

She crawled across the grass.

Her body cold…so cold she no longer felt the rain beating down on her.

So tired, she just wanted to rest, to close her eyes and rest….but to do so would be a mistake she could not afford to make…so she, on her belly, crawled…her arms starching out in front of her, searching through the darkness for escape.

But no matter how long she fought….how far she reached…she would not find her way back…

He had brought her to the field.

The middle of nowhere, where no one could hear her screams…

He called her beautiful

Her heart had fluttered in her chest

He stared into her eyes, looked at her like she had mattered

She had lost her breath

He even touched her…held her hand in the small coffee shop under the table…

Her cheeks had flushed

He said he wanted them to be alone

She was left alone…he had used her…abandoned her…

 

Do you want to know what they said about her? Those town folk of hers? The students? Her friends? Her parents? HIM?

Stupid little w***e, that’s what they called her.

They said it to her face, whispered it behind her back…

But it was her parents…the ones who were supposed to love her, protect her that hurt her the most

They blamed her…said it was her fault…the fault of her wild ways…

Stupid little w***e, so dazed by his charm and sweet smile that she would have done anything he asked. She was just happy the HE…the star…the secret love of her life…had finally showed her interest.

When he showed up at her house…in his expensive car…he had thrown a rock at her bedroom window.

“Come on” he said once he saw her peak her head out the window “Let’s go for a ride” then she had melted, from up there peering down at him, she saw him flash that charming smile of his.

There he had her…he had set his trap, she had taken the bait…

Poor, poor, stupid girl they thought, but how could she know that behind that charming smile lay a monster?

All she knew was the beating of her heart in her chest as she climbed down the back of the house.

Her feet touched the ground…her heart soared as he took her hand in his.

Together they ran to the car.

He opened the door…his hand caressing her breast as she climbed into the passenger seat

Her flesh broke out in goose bumps…anticipation building up in her chest as she watched him walk around and get into the driver’s seat

This was it…all the boys…all the things she had done, had been to prepare her for this…for HIM…

She would show him that she was a woman

Maybe had she not been blinded by the charming mask he wore she would have looked into his cold eyes…

Maybe she would have known that the sudden rush of anxiety that went through her body was her body warning of the coming danger…

The town’s people called her stupid…for a smart girl…a good girl would be focused on school and not boys…

A smart girl wouldn’t ride in the car with strange boys late at night while her parents were asleep

A smart girl would have listened to her gut feeling that told her that behind that handsome face was danger

A good would have said no to the beer that he offered from the back seat…

She did none of this…so to them she was stupid…foolish little girl blinded by the Stars

 

She couldn’t resist could she?  They claimed she knew not to get in the car…knew that when he turned down that dark road…a road with no light only darkness…that she was in danger, yet she went anyway.

Knew that she was underage for the beer…but she couldn’t resist the hand that offered you the warm brown liquid…

Never one to drink beer she couldn’t tell taste was wrong…so she drunk the beer, ignoring the stale taste. She drunk it all while he smiled…he smiled that charming smile of his.

Did she notice he didn’t have any beer? That he refused to have some when she offered?

No, she didn’t notice anything but the way her vision blurred and her head feel back in the seat…she went to move but she couldn’t feel her body...

Her eyes searching his, she finally saw the snake behind the mask…the last thing she knew was the smile on his face and the coldness in his eyes…

They all listened to her story…to her face told her that it was no fault of her own…that everything would be fine…

But everything was not ok…nothing would ever be ok for her again…she was shunned by those whom she trusted most

Looked at with disgust by the parents that were supposed to love her

She lost all her friends…anything that once made her smile now reminded her of pain and suffering

For three long years she stayed in her room…too afraid to face the sun…

It’s sad that her parents refused to notice their daughter’s pain…they just like everyone else abandoned her…she was their trash…

How could they you ask, how could anyone let alone her own parents not believe her?

That is what she asked herself for three years…three years she stayed in one spot…ate in the same place…only surfacing to use the bathroom down the hall, then back to her room again. She couldn’t bare the look on her parent’s faces every time they saw her

All pictures of her were removed from the house…they erased her from their lives as their daughter to their pet…

So for three years wasted away in darkness…then in that final week she decided that her life was not worth living…no one loved her…unwanted…invisible…why was she still here?

She didn’t want to be here anymore…the voices were calling her…telling her to join them…they promised her love…a home…a family

It was all she wanted…

It was a long time before her parents would find her…cold…hanging naked from the ceiling…neck snapped by the blanket wrapped around it…

It had been her father who found her…who had looked upon his daughter’s lifeless body and felt relief surge through him. No longer did they have her disgrace hovering over the family.

 He walked back out the room…closed the door…Not one tear forming as he descended the stairs to tell his wife

And her mother’s reaction? Was she sad? Hurt? Depressed? Hardly…she had smiled the same smile that HE had smiled…

The body? Oh, that they tossed into a ditch they had dug months ago.

Where was this ditch at? At the field of course… Together they covered her with the very soil that had claimed her life

How did they know about the field? Because they were the ones who told him where to take her…

It was THEM who set up the meeting

THEY knew their daughter went out the window

It was THEIR beer that was in the back seat

They had followed behind watching everything that happened…when it was done they paid HIM for his assistance and left her there in the field to die…

Did they expect her to make it home? For someone on the road to stop and save her?

No they didn’t. So when she was brought home they couldn’t believe their failure…

If they wanted their money…money that would make them richer than they could ever hope to be…she had to die…

For three years they neglected her…starved her…treated her worse than an animal…

When they had finally seen that she was close to the end they had begun their plans for disposal…

So there it is…her body was never found…still she lays in that field betrayed by those who she loved more than life…rotting away…insects eating her flesh…

What of her parents? What of HIM?

Her revenge came swift to those who had plotted and gained from her pain…

A year after HE graduated from High School his head was blown to pieces during a robbery turned bad…the clerk of the bank had managed to pull his shot gun out…when HE turned his head all he saw was the weapons barrel…the clerk pulled and in a bright flash the last thing he would ever see was HER face…unscarred…smiling that same smile HE smiled

Her parents…those lovely parents of hers weren’t as lucky as HE was for she made them suffer the way no other could…all the money they gained by her death was stripped from them within a year…her supportive father was sent to prison…death row for killing a FBI detective…

How was his jail stay you ask? Not fun…he was treated with the same regard SHE was…rapped…beaten…broken…each attacker baring the smiling face of his dead daughter…when he killed himself…slit his own throat it was her face that he saw as his life drained out of him…her face smiling that smile

What of mother? That oh so loving mother of hers? She lived longer than her husband…but the luxuries she loved so much were taken from her…she lived now on the streets where men, women, and children, spat on her…kicked her in her sleep…the beauty that she once prided herself on melted away….her once thick and wavy hair fell out from undetected cancer…spots appeared all over her skin…slowly her insides turned to ash…decaying from the inside out…and as she lay in a dark alley, surrounded by trash of all kinds, dying, the last image she would ever see was that of her daughter…the one she was supposed to protect and cherish above all else…walking towards her, angel wings on her back…it hurt to look at her…and as SHE leaned over her mother she didn’t smile that smile…she took no pleasure in making her mother suffer…for she loved her mother, will always love her mother but she had to pay for her sins…so there in the dark alley SHE reached her hand into her mother’s chest…wrapped her fingers around her faintly beating heart…and with regret that she shouldn’t have ripped her mother’s heart from her body.

Her mother dead at her feet she looked at the heart she held in her hand…covered in black goo that dripped to the ground. Her mother’s darkness gave her a moment’s pause…but she knew it had to be done…so to end it all she opened her mouth and swallowed that black heart that had resided in her mother’s chest…the taste was like that of the stale beer, like that off all the pain she had suffered…but it was done….

 She could rest now. Their debt had been paid…

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy. I had fun writing this one and the twist in it came out of no where and i felt it just fit with the moral of the story.

Reviews

[disconnectedspirit]

your poem on your feelings being hurt..but you are surrounded by women shoving their breasts in bras on twitter? posting erotica and so forth..i know the poem of feelings hurt is related to my new discovery, you were flirting with everything that moved, your pants remember? or how about susannes account with the fake bra shot telling you to think of it for 11 hours? or her lying she was with you on a trip?

[disconnectedspirit]

about my doctor visits causing discomfort...exact replicated..and the twisted just reminds me of twisted angel..I have done nothing to deserve your treatment, other then wait patiently for you to respect Gods wishes

[disconnectedspirit]

whatever bm...i know this one is you..you had written exact duplicates of my vaginal issues...if you want to simmer in your horrid world, I release you...I would rather focus on others with something brighter to share then self pity...you copied exactly what I said about my vagina from the form spring...

[Alicia Hirshey]

This was amazing. You had me from the first line. I really enjoyed this.