problem here. You are! It’s time for you to mature, Vivien. That’s what you used to do when you were seven or eight years old. Do you think I didn’t know that? Just watch out, young lady, a hobby like that could be fatal,” he added very seriously.
“That’s not your concern. I kindly invite you to go to hell!” she greeted him, preparing to slam the door behind her.
“See you there then!” he replied promptly.
His wholehearted laughter resonated in her ears even after she had started her car. After only a few yards, Vivien parked again. She feverishly looked inside her bra. The small blonde hair was still there. She took it out and examined it in the sunlight. It shone like a thread of gold. She grabbed the plastic bag with Avon samples and emptied it nervously on the passenger seat. Then she put the hair in it and stuffed it into her purse.
Vivien Hopkins returned home shaking with indignation. Physically and mentally exhausted, she collapsed in the hallway and started to cry. Sobbing hysterically, she sadly entertained the thought that she was just living through the end of an important chapter in her life. Today’s events had deposed Tee of the highly-honorable place that her childhood’s mind had granted him so easily. It was particularly depressing to see her hero falling. It hurt to watch him wallow into the swamp of disgrace, no different anymore from other men, all the same, selfish, perverse, violent, and slaves of their basic instincts.
Her head was throbbing with pain. Finally, she got up and crawled into the kitchen. She checked the microwave watch and realized with stupor that she had only a couple of hours left until the meeting with her first piano student. She had only 120 minutes at hand to treat her headache, change her ruined outfit, redo her make-up and, not in the least, eat something. It wasn’t too late to tackle the issue of a light lunch.
After a cheese sandwich with vegetables and an aspirin, she retired into her bathroom. As she picked up her toothbrush, she gazed tiredly into the fancy round mirror above the sink. The woman staring back at her now was disturbingly different from the one in the morning. Vivien could have sworn that it was the image of a woman unhappily in love: her face flashed, her eyes shining wildly, her blouse torn apart, and all her crazy thoughts rushing uncontrollably toward HIM. Her mind was swirling with recent memories of him: his smoldering eyes devouring her, his scorching hot lips delicately touching her neck and face, his hands crushing her breasts… Oh, God, I’m hopeless! she thought, defeated. He could’ve raped me, kill me even, and I… I am in love with him! she admitted terrified.
CHAPTER 8
Henrico County, Richmond, Virginia
M egan Smith concluded that she had no other solution. If she wanted to see her daughter again, she really needed to do this. She handed her written statement to the police officer at the Henrico County police station in Richmond, Virginia. She had feared that she could forget important details in a face-to-face interview, so she had decided to write down everything in the privacy of her home and go over it a few times for better assurance. Now she prayed in her head and anxiously waited for the verdict. Oh, Mother Mary, let them believe me! I have the truth on my side. God knows it!
The middle age cop started to read it right in front of her, frowning. From time to time, he just raised his blonde, thin, almost inexistent eyebrows. As he approached the end of her statement, he sent her a couple of disquietingly suspicious looks.
It is clear , the young woman sighed. He doesn’t believe me. He must imagine I am fabulating.
To her utter surprise, the police officer began to ask her questions that proved the contrary. Very concentrated on her story, he took notes, names, addresses and
“That’s not your concern. I kindly invite you to go to hell!” she greeted him, preparing to slam the door behind her.
“See you there then!” he replied promptly.
His wholehearted laughter resonated in her ears even after she had started her car. After only a few yards, Vivien parked again. She feverishly looked inside her bra. The small blonde hair was still there. She took it out and examined it in the sunlight. It shone like a thread of gold. She grabbed the plastic bag with Avon samples and emptied it nervously on the passenger seat. Then she put the hair in it and stuffed it into her purse.
Vivien Hopkins returned home shaking with indignation. Physically and mentally exhausted, she collapsed in the hallway and started to cry. Sobbing hysterically, she sadly entertained the thought that she was just living through the end of an important chapter in her life. Today’s events had deposed Tee of the highly-honorable place that her childhood’s mind had granted him so easily. It was particularly depressing to see her hero falling. It hurt to watch him wallow into the swamp of disgrace, no different anymore from other men, all the same, selfish, perverse, violent, and slaves of their basic instincts.
Her head was throbbing with pain. Finally, she got up and crawled into the kitchen. She checked the microwave watch and realized with stupor that she had only a couple of hours left until the meeting with her first piano student. She had only 120 minutes at hand to treat her headache, change her ruined outfit, redo her make-up and, not in the least, eat something. It wasn’t too late to tackle the issue of a light lunch.
After a cheese sandwich with vegetables and an aspirin, she retired into her bathroom. As she picked up her toothbrush, she gazed tiredly into the fancy round mirror above the sink. The woman staring back at her now was disturbingly different from the one in the morning. Vivien could have sworn that it was the image of a woman unhappily in love: her face flashed, her eyes shining wildly, her blouse torn apart, and all her crazy thoughts rushing uncontrollably toward HIM. Her mind was swirling with recent memories of him: his smoldering eyes devouring her, his scorching hot lips delicately touching her neck and face, his hands crushing her breasts… Oh, God, I’m hopeless! she thought, defeated. He could’ve raped me, kill me even, and I… I am in love with him! she admitted terrified.
CHAPTER 8
Henrico County, Richmond, Virginia
M egan Smith concluded that she had no other solution. If she wanted to see her daughter again, she really needed to do this. She handed her written statement to the police officer at the Henrico County police station in Richmond, Virginia. She had feared that she could forget important details in a face-to-face interview, so she had decided to write down everything in the privacy of her home and go over it a few times for better assurance. Now she prayed in her head and anxiously waited for the verdict. Oh, Mother Mary, let them believe me! I have the truth on my side. God knows it!
The middle age cop started to read it right in front of her, frowning. From time to time, he just raised his blonde, thin, almost inexistent eyebrows. As he approached the end of her statement, he sent her a couple of disquietingly suspicious looks.
It is clear , the young woman sighed. He doesn’t believe me. He must imagine I am fabulating.
To her utter surprise, the police officer began to ask her questions that proved the contrary. Very concentrated on her story, he took notes, names, addresses and
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