'ugh, fuck! Tell me what you did to those people, tell me you loved it.'
I don't make a sound.
'Tell me! Tell me you killed!'
She starts to tighten her legs, draw away, and I whisper until she relaxes and pulls me back to her vee. I've heard about these kinds of girls.
'Did you, Vern, did you do all that for me -- for us...?'
I have my pie, filled with cream, but somethin' doesn't taste right. I have Taylor Figueroa right in front of me, willing and ready, silk panties and all. Jesus is with us, and I just cant bring myself to say the words Taylor wants to hear.
'Come on, tell me!' she yells 'tell me you killed for Tay-Tay'
I feel all of the pain from people back in Martirio. I start missing the ole days, you know? life used to be simple. Just as you grow up everythin' suddenly becomes your fucken problems, even if something's your best friend blowing a hole in the back of his head. It's a learning I made, you see? Once the knife starts to turn, it twists everything else in you, and eventually somethings gotta cave in under the tension. So I turn to Taylor, going against my better judgements and say 'I... I'm sorry, but I have to go'
She looks around for a second, as if she were a puppy that had just been kicked and was looking for something good to come out of everything. 'Where do you plan on goin... maybe I could visit you later. At your place, maybe...?'
On usual circumstances I would cave in and tell her where to go, but these times arn't usual. I notice how for an awfully sympathetic girl, she aint showing no emotions. Maybe she's covered in the slime too, the kind that you get once your life turns into some fucked up lie.
'You should go back to Houston' I say, as I pull on my pants 'People will probably wonder where you got off too'
'They know I am on vacation, jus... jus... stay with me Vern!' I look into her puppy eyes, but I feel nothin. 'stay with Tay-Tay and let her know how much you care. Let her know how you killed -- how you killed for her.'
Persistant is not her style, somethings up.
'Fine, just leave then!' she yells.
I hear footsteps in the corridor, though I suppose I shouldn't have. I run to the door, and see four men. 'Hey! Wait!'I yell. They don't wait, they had cameras ready and recordings set up, this was all a scheme to get me to confess! I walk back into our room, but Taylor is already gone. I check my pockets, she didn't take her money with her.
I make a note not to stay past my welcome and head off into the heat of Mexico, my already tainted world. Fucken cream pie, so good when you got it, but horrible when you dont. I go back to Pelayo's house, but he's gone, him and his kid, to breakfast maybe? no... that doesn't make sense, the van is still here, surely my great escape wasn't all one big invention. Surely Vaine couldn't of thought of something this smart. Lally probably.
Whoever it was, they were up to no good. It's time to escape this world, time to escape to my world, the Mexican dream. House by the beach, smell of the girls bikini's coming in like an ocean breeze, making money like a normal person. It's what Ma' would want me to do, because real men grow up to work real jobs and support a family. Fucken Ma', hate to see her sad, but she'll be happy when she drops by to visit me, her and the girls. Ms Lechuga and them all.
I step up to the gas station. Here in this village, the folks here arn't too clean. Un-clean and happy, that's what they are. I see myself on the T.V, wanted for more murders then last time, 34 is the toll now... Hell I ain't killed nobody and they blame me, it's cause im their scape goat.
I pick up my phone card that I need and head over to the phone, I think about calling Taylor again, maybe to see why she did what she did, but I can't just throw money around, nah, i'll call Ma' instead. 'Hey Ma' I say, 'I just wanted to call to tell you...'
'O Hey Vern! It's Pam, have you been eatin? Growing boys need to eat, where are you? I'll come pick you up and we can get something to eat at Bar-B-Chew Barn' Pam rambles on about how I need to eat more, I can hear Ma trying to take the phone, She succeds
'Hey Vernon! Have you been...' she says.
'Hell Ma' I reply
'Well you know you get those inconveniences...' she repeats, typical of Ma though, twists the knife whenever she can.
'Look, I am just calling to tell you that I am goin far away for a while, I will call you once i've settled down' I talk about how I plan to get a job and be a responsible son, the kind she always wanted, but she is too distrated by the girls then to listen to me.
'Well listen Vernon, I am going to go over to the Lechuga's with the girls now, I will talk to you later' she says and then leaves. Typical of her, i'll have to call her when I get to my new home I s'pose.
I travel for days, not really sure where I am going, but somewhere away from Texas is my safest bet. I finally get off the coach and go into the bar, I see on the news however that there's been a break in my case, they found the Den, and they found the gun. Though' all they will have found is my fingerprints and that points only one finger at me, and that's the guilty one. I sit back, relax, enjoy some drinks whilst avoiding direct conversation with people, these days arn't too secure, I can't trust nobody, and ain't nobody know who I am. I miss the joy cakes some, but the thought passes me by, I know mom will bawl if they find me guilty.
The news on the T.V changes, breaking news, top of the line, usually means some kid is shooting his classmates and is being blamed for it, but never those who provoked it. It's their constitutional rights after all, ain't that the half of it. Like animals us humans, always want to twist anothers knife and take their cream pie, some make herds, others just break people down, twisting slowly at the others until they snap and shit like this happens. Damn Jesus', why'd you go an die on me. Despite all this however, to my surprise, I see Abdini on the T.V, he found the papers, he proved me innocent.
'So what does this find mean for Vernon Little?' asks the reporter, whilst shooting an eye as if she had seen a ghost.
'Vernon Little are inno-cent, I proved it ere an charges are dropped for sixteen murders' replies Abdini. Love the guy, he can't speak english... probably can't even tie his shoelaces, but yet he's always there for me. However I still face charges for the other 18 murders, including the one of Barry, the track marks may be very supportive of their case, but killing people is not why my footprints were there, if only they knew what me and Betty Pitchard did to make that money, if only they knew the slime that constantly grows on me.
I can't face this world no more, but I can't leave just yet, I put down my drink and ponder the thought for a momment. A changed man, clean man. No more lies, no more knives, a clean man. Walking free like OJ Simpson. I stand up, and head out the door, a new man is what this world wants, and a new man is what this world needs, things will be normal -- someday.
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