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Wednesday, January 07, 2009

XV. DADDY'S HOME

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A VISIT TO A CHILD MOLESTER

HOLLY'S COP DAD'S HOUSE OF HORRORS

A Childhood That Ended Before It Began

(Part Fifteen; Part One is HERE.)


Holly finished admiring Kris's handiwork on her many little wounds, and settled down to her candy bar and her magazine. Kris swung the Caddy out onto Kam Highway, and then cut into a side street, hoping to avoid the intersections with Like-Like and Pali Highways, both of which led back to downtown Honolulu. That would have meant driving by Chinatown, and he'd only just gotten Holly to agree to stay out of the crack-infested district. They were well along on Kaneohe Bay Drive before she noticed where they were, or weren't.

"Where are we?"

"K-Bay Drive."

"Where we going?"

"Scenic route."

"Through Kailua?"

"Yup."

"Oh."

Holly got quiet then, unusual for her. She stared out the window at Kaneohe Bay, still dark and rainy. They passed the Marine Corps Base, Hawaii and stopped at the light by the Aikane Shopping Center. It was late and the place was dark, except for the gas station.

"That's my father's house."

"Where?"

"Right there. On the corner. By the beach. The near left."

"You want to go home?"

"It's not my home."

"Don't you want to see your Mom?"

"She doesn't live there any more."

"Where does she live?"

"Right downtown. Chinatown. On top of Kalaupapa Towers. She can see me if she looks down, out the window. She doesn't look out the window."

"They're divorced?"

"I guess. They were going to. I don't know. I haven't seen either one of them for two years."

"Is that when you ran away from home?"

"I didn't run away from home. They kicked me out. I went to live with my boyfriend, and then his parents kicked us both out. I ended up in Chinatown. The end."

"So, you don't want to stop here."

"I do. But not if my Dad is home. I'd like to get my stuff out of the carport."

"How can you tell if he's home?"

"His cop car will be there. He always parks it on the side of the house, in the carport, and leaves the blue light on."

"Can you see it?"

"No. He's not there."

"What do you want to do?"

"Can we just go get my stuff out of the carport?"

"You're sure there's nobody there?"

"The lights are out. His car is not there. Let's go see."

"I'll just park in front of the neighbors' house."

"Yeah. She's old and senile. She'll be in bed by now."

They got out of the car and walked over to Holly's father's house. As they entered the carport, two big pit bulls came charging at them, ready to kill, barking their heads off.

"NO!!! Down, Holly, down Harry, you bad dogs!"

The vicious animals came to a screeching halt, whimpering and wagging their tails. They jumped up on Holly, licking her.

"Jesus. 'Holly and Harry'?"

"Yeah. My *ssh*le father named his dogs after me and my brother. Cute, hunh? He used to smear their sh*t on our faces, when we were bad."

A light came on and they froze. The door from the house to the carport swung open. A beautiful young girl stood there in a see-through nightgown.

"Holly?"

"Holy sh*t, Maile, what the f**k are you doing here?"

"I live here"

"You LIVE here?"

"Yeah. With your Dad."

"Ew."

"Hey, he treats me nice."

"What about school?"

"I dropped out. Your Dad gives me money."

"I bet he does. You whore!"

"You should talk. Everyone knows what you're doing now. Ho. Chinatown. Crack."

"F**k you, b*tch!"

"I'm calling your Dad."

"Go 'head, you *ssh*le!"

"I will right now. You better get out of here. And don't come back."

"Eat sh*t and die, you fahkkah!" Holly picked up a wrench from a workbench and threw it at the other girl. Maile ducked, and the wrench went crashing through the kitchen door window. Maile yelped and ran back inside, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"I'm calling him now!" she cried from inside.

"Come on, we better go. Grab one of those boxes. The two on top are mine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure! This is my house, my shit! Sitting right there all this time. Grab 'em!"

"OK. OK."

They each grabbed a box and took off for Kris's car. They dumped the boxes on the back seat, got in and took off.

"You think she called the cops?"

"No. She probably called my Dad's cell phone. He'll be in town. It'll take him a while to get back over here. If he comes at all."

"I'm not going towards town. I'll take the back streets to Kalanianaole Highway, and head for Waimanalo."

"Good thing you cab drivah. You know da way, yeah?"

"Hey, you got your pidgin back."

"It comes and goes, when I need it. I never needed it much, in Kailua. In Chinatown, I need 'em alla time, yeah?"

"I see. You think Maile saw my car?"

"No. I hope not. I don't think so. She never came outside. Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen."

"I don't need any trouble with the cops."

"Why? You scared of cops?"

"No. I just don't like 'em. Better to stay away from them."

"Hey, Kris?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you kill my father for me? For raping me, and abusing me?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Any more cops you want me to kill?"

"I'm serious. I want that fahkkah dead."

Kris looked over at Holly. She looked very, very serious.

"You want to go back there now?"

"I got a gun in one of my boxes, all sealed up. Loaded and ready to go."

"A real gun?"

"A real gun."


[ PART SIXTEEN TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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