Lilly Manor
I have been smelling her for the better part of an hour, clover and lilies, light as a feather on the breeze. Her cries have finally stopped and the only sound left is the repetition of her thoughts, “Why doesn’t he just kill me?”
Finally the sun had reached beneath the earth and I could remove the curtain from the window. There she was laying on the ground outside the stone steps of her father’s porch. She had been beaten again, her arms were purple and red, her eyes were puffy and one was swollen shut, no longer bleeding. The blood had dried around her nose and her lips were stuck together with the darkened pool of the mess. I wanted to part those dried cracked full lips with mine and make the pain in them fade away, but she was still so young and had not learned the wonderful ways of the world, had not experienced any joy or love it had to offer. As I thought of this, the rage continued to build inside me filling me, making me hunger for revenge.
My mouth so dry, I could hear his breathing was slow and steady. The sleeping tyrant had his fill of adrenaline while beating her and had tired himself, now laying on his bed I stood next to him without a sound. So much anger swirled inside me, I wanted desperately to tear him limb from limb but my mind kept me from it knowing they would investigate and look for a murderer. I did not want that kind of attention. This had to look like and an accident.
I leaned over and let the magik flow from my mouth to his ear, “You will feel every moment of pain you have ever given to Meeka but you will be paralyzed to fight against me.” Then his eyes snapped open and I reached for his neck. Pulling him to me I felt his pulse stammer quickly with fear. As I plunged my teeth into his flesh, the images of this life flashed across my mind like a movie on fast forward. I felt his feelings and it made me cringe. I tried to block out his disgusting existence and focus on Meeka laying on the ground outside while her fathers’ blood filled me and took the vengeful hunger away.
Focusing on her soft youthful skin damaged and bruised laying there for all the world to see but not a single living person taking any interest to help her, leaving my vampire soul a last resort only too eager to help.
Finishing the last drops of life, I put her father back on the bed. Walking back to the kitchen I set the timer on the micro wave for 20 minutes and pressed start, then went to the stove and turned on the burners and blew out the pilot lights.
I went out the back door and onto the porch. Meeka still laying on the ground had finally passed out from the pain and exhaustion of the beating. I carefully picked her up and walked to my car I had parked in the woods behind her house. Carefully I placed her in the back seat of my Capris Classic laying her down on the smooth vinyl of the bench seat. I closed the door and began to drive.
“Hello Thomas, I need you to make a room ready for a guest, then tell the rest of the staff to leave the house for a weekend vacation.”
“Yes Sir, I will ready the guest room on the second floor.” Said Thomas and then he hung up the phone.
Several hours had passed and we arrived at the estate. All the windows were dark and the house was empty. Meeka was still passed out so I carefully picked her up and carried her into the house. Laying her on the bed I gently unbuttoned her blouse so I could see if there were added injury to her ribs or chest. She had a lot of bruising and a small cut below her left breast, nothing severely life threatening. The worst of her injuries seemed to be to her face and hands. I could not leave her to heal completely on her won for she would carry the scars for the rest of her life, a constant reminder of the father who could not love.
Bringing my hand to my mouth I opened my flesh on my finger until it the blood flowed steady. Covering the wounds on her eyes and lips, they began to heal. I also took care of the one on her chest. Her dried blood still remained and her clothes were dirty so I went for cleaning supplied and clothes. Morning was approaching so after cleaning and dressing her. I began a letter explaining her surroundings:
Dear Meeka,
I am sure you are confused and frightened. You are probably wondering how I know your name and where you are. The first I will explain in person tonight if you will stay and accept my hospitality, the servants are gone for the weekend and I am away on business until this evening. The second, you are at my estate called Lilly Manor in Mississippi. Please feel free to explore the grounds and make yourself at home. There are fresh clothes and linens in the bath for you and the kitchen is downstairs.
If you are not here when I return tonight I will understand but know that you are safe here and are welcomed.
Sincerely,
Austin Keller
had a really crazy dream last night, The parts I remember were my mom was helping us get parts for this plane we were going to fly and she had part of this garden hose in her hand, there was a crazy looking spider on it and I told her to warn her so it wouldn’t get on her. the next thing I saw she picked it up with her teeth and started eating it. I was grossed out and had to look away, when I looked back she had spit it out. I gave her this long schpeel about what if it was poisonis. After that this fishtank in front of her that had a scorpion in it. She was trying to get something out of it and I told her to watch out for the scorpion because I know she is allergic to them. She reaches over to try and grab it and of course gets stung. It was such a crazy dream I woke up thinking yep, I am definatly pregnant and wow, I have to look that one up.
chucky cheese
Austin went through the sunday paper today and found a coupon for chucky cheese and said to me on the way to the base to get his passport stuff done, “Hey, I have this coupon I found in the paper, do you want to take lili to chucky cheese to night for dinner?” I said, ” Sure, sounds good.” So that’s what we did. The smile on her face when she saw all of the games was amazing. She was literally screeching when we walked through the door, even before she knew what chucky cheese was. She walked around the whole place with austin even before we had tickets to play the games. Once we did get the tokens she was all about trying everything. She had a blast. She did however get a little aggravated at the tunnel on the ceiling, she wasn’t big enough to get to climb it,
stuck
they didn’t have an age or height limit but she just couldn’t make it by herself up to the step level things that lead to the tunnel. Maybe when she grows a little more.
I was shocked when she actually ate two pieces of pizza and three bread sticks, she must have worked up and appetite. I took pictures of her while she was trying out the games and we all had our picture done in the photo booth,
she really loved that because she could see herself in the monitor screen. We did that twice, on picture for mommy and daddy and another for G.G.
It was so cute when we were finished with the eating and had no more tokens left we told lili it was time to go home, she crossed her little arms over her chest and put this huge scowl on her face and said, ” I don’t want go home, I want stay at chuckcheese!” I couldn’t help but laugh it was so fracking cute!
3-16-2009
Weight: 168lbs.
Breakfast: 3 eggs scrambled with 1/2 c. tofu bits, basil, scallions, salt, and 1/8c. Parmesan.
snack: none
Lunch: 1/2 lg. can tuna 1/4c. mayo chopped yellow onion, 2tsp. dill relish, salt, pepper on a Japanese cabbage leaf rolled up like a burrito. had three like this.
dinner: (I totally blew my diet and went to chucky cheese) 1 1/2 pieces of peperoni pizza and 6 bread sticks.
drinks: 1 20 oz. diet mt. dew, 1 to-go cup diet coke, 1 prepared package creamy green tea.
3-15-2009
Today I had to eat:
breakfast: three eggs scrambled with olive oil and Parmesan cheese and fresh spinach leaves
snack: none
dinner: bay scallops sauteed in 3 teaspoons butter, 2 cloves garlic,1/4c heavy cream, 3 scallions, pinch salt. Added handful of spinach leaves afterward.
Drinks: 1 bottle 20 oz.water, 20 oz. cool-aid mixed with truvia (6packets) and 1packet prepared creamy green tea.
Face book
I just figured out how to send moble updates to my face book account. right after that I figured out how to send pictures to it too. I love technology when it works. FRACKING AWESOME!!!!!!! (YES i am a battlestar galactica dork)
New flight.
Today is the first day of Austin being on his new flight. So far he says that he likes it. He says that he seems to be gettin along better with the people on this flight. I hope that this one works out for him. I really want him too be happy.
My undefined life
I’ve been thinking lately about my life, where it has been and where it is headed. for as long as i can remember i have felt like i am lost. i don’t really have a path in life. i don’t have that clear idea in my head of what i am. its like you know when you get asked when you are a little kid what do you want to be when you grow up? well, my answer is too many things. My mom once said that i was a jack of all trades but master of none. well she was right. i am not a master of anything and i have so many interests i don’t know where to begin. i feel like i am wasting my life away not knowing what i want to do with it. i am so tired and flustered with the way that i have “turned out”.
assuming that i will live for a hundred years, i am already one third of the way done with my life and still have no calling. I know in my heart of hearts that i am an artist, but that will never make me any money. so what am it to do. i am scared to death of being a failure, so i guess that is why i haven’t put myself out there. I so badly want to go to school for something but don’t know what that something should be.
the newest addition to the house of disaster
Well we have another one that moved in. Don’t remember if i mentioned it before but we have one of austins friends that he works with living with us since the middle of january. His name is Matt Hemphill, and he brought with him his two dogs, Meryl and Bear. Well that makes three adults, one child and three dogs in one house. Oh, did i mention that the house is only 1100sq foot? that includes the garage.
After that settled down for two weeks we have another room mate arrive. This one is an old friend of austin’s that lived with him when we first started dating over ten years ago. Robert Everson. Hes a good guy, i have been talking with him for a while i basically vent to him and he tells me about his goings on with his security job and what the army recruiters are doing with his paperwork and his enlistment.
He was tired of being in Michigan and it was really cold, along with the job that he had was shafting him on his hours. There weren’t any jobs up there so i kept telling him to come down here cus there were plenty of jobs, yeah they dont pay outrageously well but -
Caught
The following is an essay that I wrote for a college english class that I took. I am putting it on here so that way it will not be lost next time I need it.
Caught
Don’t get caught. Those three infamous words were my curse. Three months after hearing those words I found myself in a life that wasn’t mine. I was surrounded by people who made me afraid. Drug dealers, murders, rapists, robbers; these were my new classmates. I no longer woke up two hours early in the morning to do my hair and make-up. I didn’t want to be noticed. I just wanted to fade away and never be seen again. I had done this to myself. What was it that turned my world upside down you ask? I had been caught.
I was at school when it happened. Being the mindless teenager that I was, I went with some friends behind the band room to go smoke a cigarette. Just as we all were finishing our cancer sticks the assistant principle decided to be nosey and sneak up from behind. As soon as we heard her voice we all made a mad dash for the cafeteria. I panicked and threw my stash of weed on the ground in front of the band room door. The assistant principal made us all stop dead in our tracks yelling at us that she knew who we all were and if we didn’t stop we all would be suspended for a month. We all came to a screeching halt and listened to what she had to say. “Empty out your pockets! I want all the cigarettes and lighters. If you cooperate then you can go back to class with an after-school detention and nothing more.” So we did.
Just as I thought luck was on my side, it decided to kick me in the butt. The assistant principal had an urgent phone call that she had to take, and, where of all places do you think she took it? Yep, that’s right, the band room. Everything was fine as she was walking in, it was her trip out that fate decided to play its cruel little joke. As she was walking out her heal caught on the plastic bag with my weed in it, making her stumble. She said in her smooth whisky voice, “What do we have here?” No one said a word. I began to sweat, but managed to play it cool. She walked from person to person staring us down. You could feel her big black eyes trying to probe your brain.
At last the bell rang for us to go to our next class. Before any of us could leave she took our names down and gave us all a very stern warning that just because no one was confessing didn’t mean they wouldn’t find out whose it was. The school would be calling the police and getting the bag fingerprinted. It was just a matter of time before we would be caught.
The next five days were a complete blur. With much “coercion” from my family, I ended up returning to school the next day to confess my stupidity. The cops were called and I was arrested on paper. They decided to be lenient on me because I agreed to write a statement of how I acquired the illegal drug. My school had started a “Zero Tolerance” policy only a few months before my little fiasco, so with that in mind they decided to expel me. Expulsion? Why me? I had never been in trouble in school my entire life and then BOOM just like that I get expelled! Just the week before Zach Morrison was caught with an eight ball and he only got suspended for 20 days. Now all of a sudden the school felt the need to make an example out of me? Why of course, fate said. So without further adieu I was escorted to my locker and made to take out its contents then I went to each class and returned my books and any finished work. Once that was completed I was marched to my mom’s car and was told until further notice the school grounds and twenty feet surrounding the school were off limits.
The next morning when I awoke my mother told me I would be starting my new school. She had enrolled me in the Boy’s Ranch. Now in case you didn’t know: I am a girl. My mom was telling me I would be attending a Boy’s Ranch? Confused? I was.
I sat in the principal’s office listening to him explain the rules and the consequences of my actions from my previous school then go on to explain how “things were” and how they were going to work at “his school.” I was informed that there would be three teachers to a classroom who were trained in full contact restraining methods. After that delightful little tidbit of info I was shown to my new classroom.
The next month was spent trying to be invisible. I quickly discovered I was only one of ten girls that attended the school, which held 600 students. I felt completely out of place. When I walked the halls I received catcalls and explicit invitations. I felt like I was the only female in a prison of sex-crazed men. I had to be extremely cautious and never let my guard down.
After twenty-eight excruciating days the sick joke had run its course. My mother sat me down in the family room and explained that she and my step-dad went in front of the school board and won an appeal. I was going to be allowed to return to my school. She told me there would be certain conditions, of course, but I could start as soon as the paperwork went through. Yes! Finally some one “up there” was listening.
Nothing ever returned to how it was before my incident. Like a snake sheds its skin, I shed my old life. I dropped my old friends, paid more attention to my school work and didn’t care quite so much about what everyone else was doing.
The moral of my story: Don’t get caught!
