The Strawberry Blonde One
(note the story is not told in a straight forward timeline. eventually in the end you will see the true reality and connect the dots. i like to call this a connect the dots story. it goes from past present to future in her timeline.)
A woman dying in her bed being almost lifeless is sweet to the bitter end when the corpse finally sleeps and gives out its last breath. She bleeds from her thighs, a thick river of her horrible outtake from life...
"No, please, stop! You're hurting me..." she struggled for breath but her screams were muffled by an atrocious hand covered in musk. She was naked and being coerced into spreading her paradise open for a man filled with sorrow.
"Please, stop. I don't want it anymore!" she fought his punches with her rebellious claws.
"You will give it to me even if you say no. You invited me into your apartment...Now just shut up and take it."
Wrapped in white sheets, he tied her hands together and forced himself on her. He ignored the tears and anguish of her pain. He enticed her into the moment which is why she felt such shame and guilt for having trusted such a cruel man with steel eyes.
"You bruise so easily, darling. Why would you struggle now, you're only going to make it worse. I thought you loved me, April. Why would you deny me such a pleasure? You give it to all the other guys."
She spat at his face and moaned from agony. His ape hands groped around her delicate sweet flesh and he released himself on her. Darkness overcame her as she passed out from resistance. She was now just another conquest, another trophy, just more meat for his thriving hunger. It was a cold night and the window was open, bringing in the scent of
April showers into the bedroom...
"...Police are warning women to keep...a rape suspect has...been identified...are urged not to go out alone...this is WMBS your news station...commercial break..."
April jogs her memory backwards again to something better. It was only a month ago, not too long after Gregory left her home alone when he broke up with her over a phone call from a supermarket.
"I love being myself, Margaret. I am just glad I am finally able to get over him. I know I like to say that I like stupid things but this just isn't one of them." April took a sip of her coffee in the open late Coffee Bar. It was 3am and both Margaret and April had been up shopping for Hello Kitty and vintage things.
Margaret, the strawberry blonde one, sat opposite April and looked out the window briefly.
"It looks like it's going to rain soon." she says as she puts her coffee down and watches the steam rise.
"Ah." April leans back in her chair. "I just love chocolate. This past month with you, Margaret has really helped me overcome my fear of letting go. I just almost couldn't stand being without him."
"April, sweetie," Margaret began, "Are you sure you're over him? I don't think you are really over him if you keep going on and on like this. It seems more like you want to make yourself believe it. Trust me; just one night with someone new will help set you straight.” She places her warm hand over April; it was a sign of mutual understanding.
"I don't know, Margaret. I just don't know." She looked down into her cup of warm coffee as if searching for the answers. The silence of the coffee shop, full of insomniac writers, musicians slash slackers, and bedtime rebels made the moment more precious than it really was. Suddenly, April looked up with a perky face and said very dreamily, "I like the Eiffel Tower."
Margaret looked a little confused and then with a realization and smile on her lips then replied, "I like glamour."
"I like kissing in the rain."
"I like doll houses and things in between."
They laughed and finally April said with a reluctant face, "It's really late. I got to get going."
"Ditto."
So they parted their ways and April was left walking to her apartment all alone.
It was ironically the next morning that he finally came home. He rang the bell and knocked on her door to wake her up. It was still early when he arrived and it had been a long night for her.
She got up out of bed from her long cat nap wearing only some care bear underpants and an old band shirt from her high school days. Her hair was a mess and she was worried her morning visitor would see it but she woke up too tired to care.
Upon opening the door, April found a big surprise waiting for her. It was none other than the infamous Gregory Dawson himself, he had on a face that spelled out despair and forgiveness. He also apparently had brought a bottle of ketchup.
Fully awake now, April asked in an almost angry tone, "What the fuck is this, Greg? Do you think just because you bring a bottle of ketchup everything is going to be better?"
Gregory looked at the floor and mumbled a "No, it doesn't."
"Greg, what do you have to say for yourself other than you can't speak up right now."
"I love you, April." He looked up at her and said this. "I wanted to make up for everything; I figured this would be a place to start."
For a moment, April almost forgave him, but only for a moment. She slammed the door in his face. The bottle of ketchup was left on the floor and he left.
That would have been that except something bigger was yet to come for Miss. April Reese.
