BAD M.I.L.F: The Finale
My knees were torn and ragged, scraped up from any number of tumbles and falls as I escaped certain death. I'd been through the fire, burnt beyond reasoning finally succumbing at a park fountain. Almost twenty four hours earlier hubris had gotten the better of me as I narrowly avoided people out to do me harm for a variety of offenses against a wealthy family of entitled women. I found it hard not to pat myself on the back for slipping through their fingers even fighting way out of a trap set in a hotel room with a mindless behemoth as my selected opponent. I'd done enough that their chosen fixer was forced to go to extremes to capture me and my self-appointed handler, Malaya Padilla. Karma reared its ugly head like Godzilla as I was beaten senseless with a softball bat by my ex-girlfriend, Chrystal McIntyre. I'd been sleeping and cohabitating with this woman for three months. I thought about all the times we'd told one another how much we loved each other, slept and ate together while talking of a future that included marriage. It was stark, disheartening to find out that I'd been dealt into an antagonistic competition between her and her mother. She claimed that her mother coerced her into a manufactured tryst with her mother, Carry Anne McIntyre. Things had become so much clearer with that bag on my head as Chrystal used my head for batting practice.
There was no way she was going to deny a mother who'd informed her character and person the moment she hit puberty physically maturing into a near carbon copy of the woman herself. I'd never know the exact details casting shade on Carry Anne's account of the paid defloration of her daughter. The only thing left etched in stone was Chrystal's determination to best her mother carnally to the deteriment of all else in her life. It was described as a quirk but was something more, something infinitely more dangerous. I'd never answered her at the conclusion of a threesome with her mother and continued denying her even following what I wrongly thought was makeup sex. I finally understood what was behind her beautiful face, what was roiling around under her blonde hair during the whole sordid affair. She'd never really had any intention of denying her mother access to me sexually. I was supposed to play a large part in plugging up the hole in her mind. I was simply meant to reaffirm that she was the better of the two when asked. My denial had caused that same hole to widen until all of the darkness spilled out contaminating her humanity. Even the male surrogate provided by her mother was of no use in staunching her imploding psyche.
Every time that bat collided with my head, I was gifted another epiphany through searing hot pain. April wasn't lying about the magical qualities of the inside of the bag that covered my head during that beating. The one thing I recalled beside the absence of Carry Anne at the hour of my destruction was the missing sister, Courtney McIntyre. Spoiled rotten and neglected by the ultimate self-absorbed mother, this young, impressionable woman had fallen under the sway of the woman calling herself Malaya Padilla. I surmised Courtney had even been prodded into molesting me while I was drugged up with a concoction created by this same, mysterious woman. The gullible poser more than likely had been similarly directed to commit the acta of vandalism on campus as part of some elaborate distraction for reasons yet unknown. When I thought about the younger McIntyre, I only saw what was essentially a Proto-version of Chrystal. Carry Anne's lax parenting and continuous verbal abuse left her daughter unprepared for the world at large so much, that she'd created a faux-stoner personality. Chrystal was the end result for this young woman if no one intervened as proven by her own selfish attempt at sexual validation involving me. Courtney wanted at this time to know if she measured up to her sister Chrystal and her mother. Few years down the line, she'd be the same bag of crazy as her older sister.
One of the blows brought Catherine Brennan to the fore. Excuse me, Dean Catherine Brennan who'd in initially been discovered inside my kitchen the night after I'd been assaulted by her granddaughter and Malaya. I didn't know what to make of the large, robust woman with exaggerated proportions that boggled the mind. My irritation and unwillingness to listen to reason resulted in yet another tryst and a new low as I instantly became infamous to both families. Catherine found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place with me and Carry Anne as latent proclivities were brought to the surface. I even screwed her several times before that week was over. Ultimately Catherine revealed that she was responsible for her daughter's disposition while declining to get involved. I didn't know if it were even possible for the thick matriarch to reach her daughter. I had to admit that she'd created the problem decades earlier during Carry Anne's youth. My face was thumping from the beating and my left arm hurt as well. I scrambled to an in park fountain / wishing well draping my torso over it. My left hand was submerged in the ice cold water as I threw caution to the wind drinking a palm full and coughing profusely. In short order I became aware of someone just outside of my peripheral vision turning to meet my fate like a wanted felon. I was tired of fighting these people.
I just wanted it to be over as I turned expecting to be taken out.
"Gen?"
"What happen you, who did this?" The sight of her standing over me wide eyed, sent an electric jolt coursing through my body followed by tremors of shame as I looked back down into the pool at my own reflection.
"I-it's okay miss; just leave me."
"NO!" She inched forward stopping when I raised my hand. I noticed big red welts on my palm from where I'd been tied up.
"I'm fine, now you just run along ma'am."
"Kurva, si zranený! Niekto ti to urobil a chceš, aby som išla?! No, you are hurt!! This is bad!!" Gen clutched at her thick jacket looking as if she would shriek. I felt radioactive, toxic, and a potential danger to anyone around me. I didn't want her involved but part of me still wondered if she were a part of this.
"Please-just go!!" Her arms were suddenly cradling me from behind as she curved her thin, athletic figure to my prostrate body caring little about the dirt and filth covering my skin and clothing. Caring little about the heavy stench about my person. I was trembling heavily as she brought a hand cupping my swollen cheek making me cry out in pain.
"You are hurt badly, who did this?!!" Her dusky eye shadow was starting to smear as she cradled my face. Her thin nose was reddened, cheeks flushed with emotion.
"It's my fault; I made this happen. Don't get involved, Gen." I hated myself because I couldn't stop shaking. I didn't know if it was from the beating, the weather or mistrust and fear that Gen might be involved. My head was throbbing and swimming as my field of vision weaved and bobbed making everything around me disorientating.
"It not fault of yours! You need doctor; I take to hospital!!" She was sniffling as she spoke fighting tears back as I stared into her face addled and confused.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I heard myself raggedly snarl as a thick, gooey pool of blood drooled from my mouth.
"No, I won't."
"FUCK YOU BITCH; GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!" I was doing my best to sound threatening even taking a hard swipe at her that was ill-advised resulting in me keeling over bumping my temple on the edge of the fountain.
"I help." Gen tumbled back out of my reach, distraught.
"I HATE YOU!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
I just wanted her away from me as I succumbed to my injuries lying at the edge of that fountain breathing hard. I couldn't bear something happening to her and I didn't know if somebody, the cops or even April were out already tracking me down. I didn't want Gen Novak ending up in a punching bag waiting to be beaten to death or something even worse. I was damaged goods and there was nothing going to change what I do to her career and life. I just didn't want anything to happen to this woman who had the misfortune of meeting me. I was ready to go with whoever came to get me, just ready to let go of it all.
"I go, now." She was crying hard.
I watched heartened as she ran out of my field of vision leaving me there at the fountain. Gen would never know how happy she'd made me now that she would be safe from the insanity surrounding me. I didn't care now that she would be safe even as the headlights of an oncoming vehicle illuminated my prone body minutes later. The lights increased in intensity as the vehicle barreled right at me with murderous intent. I closed my eyes waiting for death, caring little who was behind the wheel. I figured Chrystal would be happy once she found out I was gone. Maybe it would even cure her of the raging insanity that had burned away her civilized façade.
"Nebudete zomrieť! Odmietam vám nechať odísť bez toho, aby ste zistili, kto to urobil a odrezať ich gule!" The car turned out to be a white Volkswagen Beetle which barely missed my head as it pulled up beside me. Gen reached over pushing the passenger side door open.
"Gen, no!"
"GET IN CAR; NOW DUMB FUCK!!" My body was wracked with pain as I tried to wave her away.
"Please, they'll get you too."
"Hlúpy človek, vaša pýcha je nebezpečná! Zabijem, kto príde! GET IN CAR-NOW!!" Gen started mashing her fist into the horn frantically. The loud blaring of the horn sounded off throughout the park. I struggled, painfully managing to get my torso onto the passenger seat. Gen reachged over grabbing the belt loop at the back of my pants yanking hard as some of the material tore in her hand. When that didn't work, she started mashing the horn again until I got the rest of my body inside the car.
"Gen."
"You crazy; you think I leave you die on street like dog?!" She reached over yanking a seatbelt across my chest, clicking it into place before gunning it across the park grounds onto the streets.
"I don't want you to get hurt."
"Too late." She muttered looking over at me with her large, expressive eyes. Her hand caressed the side of my head as I gasped and struggled to breathe causing a little blood to trickle from my nose. Gen reached over trying to open her glove compartment.
"WATCH OUT!!" She got back behind the wheel narrowly missing a fire truck that sped by alarms blazing. She swerved to the side stopping as more emergency vehicles sped by followed by an ambulance. I went for the door to let myself out, but she was a step ahead locking from her passenger side door. We looked at one another before she took the car out of park, driving onward.
"Who do this to you?"
"I did."
"No, stop make lie and tell me who beat your face."
"Chrystal." Honestly, I was tired of the shit and tired of trying to sound witty. I didn't want to lie about anything to Gen.
"Girlfriend, right?"
"Ex-girlfriend with extreme prejudice and a softball bat." Gen glanced over from the wheel with a flash of emotion.
"It okay to hit back sometime; not be nice to pig!! The anger was palpable in her voice. Her thick accent almost made it hard to understand what she was saying.
"I couldn't, I was tied up." I found some tissues and wipes in her glove compartment.
