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| The Fox | |
| By Leo | ||||||
| 20 May 2006 | ||||||
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By far the longest piece i've written - which isn't actually saying a great deal. Also the first time that i've attempted any serious dialogue. There is some very serious adult content in here, so please don't read it if you are likely to be offended. Even if you think the story is rubbish, i'd welcome any feedback 5 am. A single brave fox crept out from a gap in the broken fence that attempted to surround the construction site. He headed for the pile of rubbish bags outside the dilapidated kebab shop. Within moments, he had nipped and torn at the bag, disgorging a mixture of brown curling salad, paper and cooking oil. His natural habitat had been concreted over years ago, only his cunning and ability to exploit opportunities allowed him to survive. As a precaution, he would always wait until the interlopers scurried back to their own lairs before venturing out. The only other sign of life tonight was a single, solitary figure sitting in the perspex bus shelter staring out vacantly, at nothing in particular. It had been a long tiring night. Her feet were sore and her delicate pale skin was blotchy. The sweat, caused by her endless dancing, had blocked the pores in her face. But despite this she was still beautiful, if a little exhausted. “Thanks mum – I love you ” Maria had said to her as she had climbed into her brother’s car outside the club. It was all she could manage. She had been a little the worse for wear and had decided to call it a night. Sophie had made sure she was safe; it was what friends were for. Satisfied that her job was done she had re-entered the club and started looking for Josie. One down, one to check on. Josie was Josie, as ever, and was trying desperately to get noticed. Tonight, as it turned out, it was a fireman who she settled on. They were laughing and joking by the stairs. After brief introductions, she’d left them to it and went off for a little dance. Some of the other girls from Med school were in tonight. You needed to let your hair down once in a while. The studying was hard going, but it would pay off in the end. She would be a doctor one day, and she knew her parents would rightly be proud. At the end of the evening as the light came up the toll that the evening had taken on all the revellers was apparent. Bleary eyed and sweat stained they staggered towards the door. An instant fatigue set in when the music stopped, and their bodies were telling them they needed bed. Josie caught up with her outside the cloakroom. She was clinging tightly to her newly acquired fireman. “I’m going back to Owen’s” she turned as if to check he was still there. She was clinging on tight. “I’ll call you when I get home” she leant closer “or in the morning” she winked and smiled. “don’t worry I’ll be safe” “You make sure you call me” “I will mother hen – promise” and with that she turned and waved as she entered the crowd which headed for the door. So it was that mother hen had made her way to the bus stop. Her friends would be fine. They loved to party. But she loved her books. She might be able to get an hours study in before sleep overwhelmed her, at least that was the plan. All the hard work would be worth it in the long term. And that was how she liked to look at things, long term. Just then another lost soul walked into sight. A plume of condensation escaped from his mouth as he rubbed his hands together in a futile attempt to restore some heat. His collars were turned up and his nose was red from the cold. He looked down at her thin pale legs that hung down from her delicate dress. “You must be freezing..” She looked across the waiting room but didn’t answer. He was wearing jeans, a denim shirt and a brown corduroy jacket with matching boots. His hair was combed neatly, and Sophie his style looked a little bit like teacher chic. “I’m sorry. You probably just want to get home. Consider me out of your life” “No, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m just a little tired that’s all. I think I’m numb.” “I’m sorry too’ he said as wiped the wet breath from his hand, before extending it “I’m Sean” he extended his hand towards her. She in turn reached out from under her coat, offering her small, soft, childlike hand. She was conscious of her finger nails that were bitten to the quick, but he didn’t seem to notice. She would have blamed the exams if he had said anything. “enchante” he offered. She smiled as he grinned. “Hi” she said with a tiny little wave, before her hand went back under her coat, “I’m Sophie..” “Had a wild night? “No.. the usual you know” “Been somewhere exciting?” “Walkabout.” The conversation stuttered momentarily before he offered “I’ve been to the taverna. You know the Greek restaurant opposite the church on the grove. It was a works do. You know, had to show willing. Rubbish really..” She smiled, and her deep brown eyes added to the warmth she was able to exude without trying. “I bought my dad a jacket like that, for his birthday last year” she nodded, using her head to point. Her hands were freezing. “How old do I feel” he laughed, “but at least you’re a lady with taste.” She laughed and smiled again. “What times the bus?” “Six, I hope. They come every hour, I just missed the last one - it came early, I hope the next one comes early” That smile again. “You’ve got nearly an hour” looking at his watch, “you’ll catch your death sitting round..” “I’m used to it, me tough”, with that she lifted up her shoulders, puffed up her chest and pulled a he-man face. They both laughed. “Do you fancy a cuppa?, my treat.. there’s a wagon round the corner serves teas all night. It’s used by the workmen working on the rail link” he pointed. Then for a moment his lower jaw started shaking as the creeping cold forced it to quiver in a vain attempt to generate heat. “sorry” he apologised for freezing “ I am SO cold” he then stamped his feet for good measure. The offer hung in the air with the condensation as she considered her options; freeze slowly or thaw out. A hot drink would be very agreeable. “You’re on, lets go wild” She stood up as he curled and extended his arm like a suitor would if he were leading his betrothed to a horse drawn carriage. She linked her arm in his, and they started walking across the empty concourse. The fox was alert to the movement, and he stopped rummaging in the black bags long enough to watch them walk along in front of the key cutting shop and disappear round the corner into the alley. As they turned the corner, she was weighing up whether to have tea or coffee. She was oblivious to the fact that he turned to look over his shoulder. He turned back and pulled his arm out of hers before he exploded. His clenched fist slammed into the side of her head, knocking her instantly to the ground. Disorientated she scrambled to find her bearings, she didn’t even know which way was up. Her head was spinning. He seized her hair with his left hand. So tightly that she could hear the roots being torn from her scalp as the sensation of heat spread across her scalp and met the wave of pain that emanated from her temple. Without another word he punched her full in the face. Her small, button nose was crushed under the weight and force. Blood immediately streamed over her soft lip into her mouth. “Listen to me you little cunt” he screamed “do NOT say a fucking word – do you understand me?” She just stared with terrified eyes and sobbed. It wasn’t real. She felt like she had slipped into a parallel dimension. This wasn’t happening. Again he struck her face. “DO YOU FUCKIN’ UNDERSTAND ME YOU LITTLE CUNT?” he spat through gritted teeth. For the first real time the alcohol fumes battered her face. All she could do was nod and sob and shake. He dragged her effortlessly deeper into the alley. Forcing her into a dirty doorway. The smell of stale urine assaulted her. The floor was ice cold and wet against her exposed legs. “Right you little cunt. Suck this” he pulled down his zip and pulled his semi erect penis from within. “FUCKING SUCK IT!” She cried and sobbed. Snot and blood hung from her chin and attached themselves to her torn blouse. He stank. His groin stank. He needed a wash. He forced his member into contact with her lips whilst simultaneously tightening his grip on her hair. She reached up with one hand to try to reduce the pain. It was futile. He mouth opened in pain and he forced his ever growing shaft into the warmth of her delicate mouth. “That’s right.. that’s good… you love it you dirty little whore…” , he pushed his hips in toward her face as he drew a deep breath. “good girl.. good girl.. suck it harder..” She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut it all out. She just wanted this nightmare to end. He tasted like salt and raw meat. “Wank it as well..” he ordered as he again twisted her hair. He pulled her hand down from her hair to her mouth. “fuckin’ wank it.. that’s it.. wank it.. keep going..” And then without warning he released his seed into her mouth. She gagged, and grizzled and sobbed. She hoped and preyed it was over. “Swallow it… don’t fuckin spit it out, swallow it.. FUCKIN’ SWALLOW IT!” She sobbed and wretched, and then swallowed. Anything to stop him hitting her, or hurting her again. And then he let go of her hair. She collapsed to the ground. He pulled a half empty bottle of vodka from inside his jacket and took a large swig. “Drink that” he ordered, as he thrust the bottle towards her face. She reached up and took the bottle. She just wanted to get the taste of him out of her mouth, “that’s it ..” as she knocked it back. “and more…” , it burnt her mouth. He finished putting himself back in his jeans and stopped down to speak in her ear. “ No one will believe you, you know. Not anyone. Your just a silly little girl telling lies. A stupid little cunt out on the street till all hours. Gagging for it.” He sneered at her, and laughed. The tears wouldn’t stop as she stared down at the wet concrete paving slabs, at a flattened cigarette packet covered in grime. “ Even think about going to the old bill and I’ll track you down and burn down your house, with all your family in it. Do you understand me…? ..DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” He screamed in her face. She just nodded as he stood up. Without warning he turned back and unleashed a fierce kick, directly into her in the centre of her chest. Her breast plate felt like it had snapped, her lungs like they had collapsed. She couldn’t breath. Bright lights burst on the edge of her field of vision as she drifted away and blacked out… 10 am. He looked into the bathroom mirror and two bloodshot eyes stared back. He turned on the shower, before returning to the mirror. Turning his head one way and then the other, he admired himself. He thought he looked good. His mouth was dry, so he turned on the tap and took a mouthful of luke warm water. He spat into the toilet and pulled back the shower curtain. Here we go again. Same old routine every day. His route to work took him past the scene. No police. That was the best possible sign. He turned the music up and let his mind drift away as he relived his adventure, and was intoxicated by the power. 10 minutes later he arrived at work and pulled into the car park. He reached over and grabbed his papers from the passenger’s footwell. He slammed his door and used the fob to activate the central locking. He opened the door and made his way along the corridor. People passed him, some nodded and acknowledged him, others wandered by with their minds on other things. He arrived outside the lift and pushed the button. He became aware of a presence at his side. He turned and smiled at the figure. “Hello big boy – good night?” the newcomer asked. “Can’t complain” he replied, “That karaoke was shit. When is Sibbo gonna realise he can’t fuckin’ sing”, they both laughed as they shared the joke. He carried on, “I went on to a club in the end. You?”. The lift bell rang as it arrived. “Same old, as ever.. I went home with Sarah. You know what it’s like, if you’ve got it on tap” he smiled at his confederate in a knowing kind of way, before going on, “Carol was giving you the third degree last night. I thought you was fucking divorced” the lift doors opened and Sean stepped in, his compatriot staying outside. “You know what women are like” he spat back contemptuously. “She probably isn’t getting any at home. – I’ll see you upstairs in a bit for the briefing” “yeh.. no worries sarge” he said, and with that the doors closed…
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