Rob sat there on the edge of a wall, his palms resting on the
somewhat abrasive cement. His eyes looked at his dirty shoes fore a while
at the seemingly empty parking lot in front of his daughters
He was badly hungover and wanted to drink
the whisky that he sweat in the october sun as he raised his
shaking hand to his mouth and took in a hit from his cigarette.
They were both in trouble. He and his daughter but
She was in there no doubt, crying, wailing
screaming that it was
her who had raped him and not the other way around. which
He snapped out of it when his cigarette had burned
down to his fingers. It flew out of his hand, startled, and hit the sidewalk.
"PICK THAT UP YOU FUCKING PERVERT RAPIST!"
the cop who was gaurding him shouted before catching rob on the chin
a left. Rob fell to the sidewalk and noticed, for an instant
before he went out, the color of the sun and the feeling of spit landing on him from some direction.
When he opened his eyes the color of the sun was slightly
different and there was a sharp
pain in the side of his ribs where the cop had kicked him to bring him
around. The next thing he remembered was :
"YOU'RE NEXT YOU SICK FUCK!"
Then his daughter screaming through tears and
mucus, "If you take him away from me I'll KILL MYSELF!" she flailed
her legs as they
carried her by her arms.
She was soiled laundry to be thrown away in their eyes. Her kicking began to paint the sidewalk with the blood that was still running down her legs and that had brought attention
to it all.
Rob managed to get to his hands and knees. It was true, he knew that
he would never see her again and that she would be dead shortly. his tears fell on the cigarette that had already burnt itself out. He looked at his daughter in the falling sunlight as they
carried her past. She grew calm as they looked at each other.
"I love you." she told him. "I love you" he replied
and that was all.
He felt another blow to his ribs and the to his face when they pryed his arms behind
his back to cuff him. As he got to his feet he prayed that there was a place in the desert somewhere where this
sort of thing was acceptable.
By the time he was lead to his cell he knew that his daughter was
floor of a public restroom turning blue with her shoelaces wrapped securely around her throat.
Rob closed his eyes. Took a swing at the gaurd. Opened them and went for the gun.