Barns, Blood and Rock and Roll

by Joe Zito

  “What would make you kill our horses and then…then,” John howled at the ceiling, distraught with confused rage at his daughter. She cried out loud at the sound of his anguished yell at the ceiling.

  “C’mon, you’re coming with me. Get up girl!” He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her out of bed. Her ankle slammed hard onto the wood floor. She let out a scream of pain that sent hot tears streaming down her face. John dragged her across the floor by her hair out of her bedroom and into the hall.

  “Daddy, please stop! Please! I didn’t kill our horses! Why would I do a thing like that?” She cried out to him as he stood above her. He finally fell to his knees and began crying uncontrollably with his face buried in his hands. “I saw you do it,” he said over and over again.

  One week later the following Sunday, John and Grace sat across from Dr. Moore in his office at the Indiana State Mental Hospital. She had been under observation for a week at her Fathers request. There was a knock at the door and a nurse entered. Grace said her goodbyes to her Father and exited the room with the nurse, leaving John and the doctor to talk privately.

  “Lovely girl you have there Mr. Henry.” The doctor kindly told John.

  “Yes she is,” John proudly told the doctor. John was fidgeting with his hat lying in his lap. He was nervous about hearing the doctor’s report of Grace.

  “Well I will tell you Mr. Henry from our observations, you’re daughter has shown no signs of mental illness during her stay this week. She is absolutely charming and so kind.” The doctor stood up and walked in front of his desk where he sat down on the edge. “That’s why I’m having a hard time understanding what my staff and I witnessed early this morning around three a.m.”

  John looked at him in terror. There was a long pause and then he said, “Well dear god, what did you see?”

  The doctor hesitated for a beat and then said, “Mr. Henry this is all very strange.” He looked out the window in his office as if trying to find a way to avoid the subject at hand.

  “Doctor, please.” John said almost begging.

  “Mr. Henry, we saw your daughter…” The phone suddenly rang. It made both men jump. “I’m sorry John I have to take this.”

  John stepped out of the doctor’s office, seizing the opportunity to avoid hearing what the doctor had to say. He saw his daughter at the end of the hallway sitting in a large green lounge chair. John asked Grace if she remembered anything about this morning. She said she didn’t. She pleaded with him to let her go home but John stressed that it was imperative that she stayed, only for a little while longer until the doctors could figure out what was wrong. He left the hospital knowing that he would hear what the doctor had to say in time, just not now.

  As he drove home the heat of the sun blazed through the windshield of his Ford. He thought of his conversation with the Sheriff again. “Look John, it’s probably just some punk kids messing around. Kids around here just go off the fringes for no reason. Sounds crazy but it happens.” “Now this one you don’t have to worry about.” John pulled up to the red barn that sat on his property across from his house. He put his head down on the steering wheel and began to cry.

  20 years later, May 1954

  John Henry sat in his old and beat up Ford pickup, staring out the windshield at the red barn in front of him. He already had breakfast, ran his errands, and made a visit to see his thirty seven year old daughter Grace at the Indiana State Mental Hospital. And it had been the same as it always was for the last twenty years. “Yes Mr. Henry, your daughter still wakes up at three a.m. every Sunday morning and dances around her room and has no recollection of ever doing so. And yes Mr. Henry, she still crouches on the floor beside her bed pretending to put things in her mouth.” “Mr. Henry, you know this information. It’s the same every time. John got out of his truck and began his day of caring for his horses and his farm.

  Early the next morning on a Sunday he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling as dawn began to break. He thought again of what the nurse had told him and has told him every morning for the past twenty years. His mind whirled around what he would ask his daughter at every visit. “Grace honey, what are you doing? Can you tell me why you’re doing that on the floor?” He couldn’t help but wonder if his daughter was still out there dancing around in the fog in her bloody gown after all these years, or if she could be at his window smiling her bloody grin at him mouthing the words, “The devil won’t let me tell you daddy. I’m his now, caught in his web and confined by his hooves for he is my master forever and always.”

  1313

  Cherry Trick thought she was slick spying on those two nice young men in their nice white shirts with straight black ties and their bibles in hand. She was just a bored stripper with a day off. Bored plus stripper equals trouble. No trouble. She just wants to have some fun. Invite the boys in. Let them woo her with their cult talk of the bad and evil in the world. Here they come ‘round they go house to house. Knock knock knock. She feels excited down below. A quick trip to the bathroom to primp, pee, comb and brush. Deodorize, perfumize, hair ties, sexy eyes. She can smell her sex through her tight, tight jeans. Blow a kiss sweet lips. Knock knock knock. “Hello boys, come on in. It’s hot outside.”

  Hotter in here, even hotter in there. Her mind’s eye on the bedroom. She offered drinks. Cherry lemonade to be exact. They accepted kindly. Young mouths began to speak blindly of the lord; God this god that,Yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah.

  She shook her head, “Oh yeah, oh yeah.’’

  Ok boy’s times up. She shushed them with her finger and mouthed,

  “Let’s fuck.”

  Then that oh so familiar feeling down below, pulled at her crotch, she had to go.

  “Wanna watch me pee?” She asked with a smile.

  Young dumb boys go, “Duh I guess so.”

  She took them buy the hand and led them to her throne. Zip zip zippity zip. Down came her tight jeans. Her ass hit the porcelain seat and sexy, female pee rushed out of her like a broken hourglass. Wide eyes and red faces masked the boys and she said, “Did you not ever see your mommy go potty when you were a little teeny totty or is you’re memory a little bit foggy?”

  They did not know if they ever saw mommy go but the younger of the Christ warriors that stumbled into the home of Cherry Trick with white picture frames of Marylin Monroe along her hallway began growing and growing, bigger and bigger. The sexy girl stink of piss water and deodorant made him high, but that light female scent from between her thighs was what made him rise.

  “You ok?” she winked and smiled at him.

  Without one touch of his member it could have relieved itself on its own, for he felt he had grown an inch what a cinch. He began to speak, but Cherry inhaled his member in one gulp as the last of her urine drained out into the toilet. Trickle trickle trickle

  “All done.”

  She stood up and kissed the one she had in her mouth. Warm, smooth female hands slid across fever red cheeks of embarrassment. Her thin wrists rested on shoulders that carried the weight of guilt. The other boy had sad eyes that said “Where’s my surprise?”

  “Don’t you worry,” Cherry said, “I’m gonna make you see stars when we hit the bed.” Toilet paper ripped from a round tube. Pat pat pat, pat her pussy clean. Flush flush flush. She cleared her throat and clutched her breasts. Younger boy grew again and she said, “You wanna touch’em? Go ahead get your fill.” He touched her tits and got his fill, but then she was ready and went in for the kill.“Ok boys enough touchy feely. “You wanna have me in here or in there or any fucking where?” Her mind’s eye still on the bedroom. They ended their adventure in the bedroom where they overdosed on female and full throttle female lust. Little black books and revelations were forgotten lost in a shower of orgasmic shooting stars.

  The older boy heard something at first. Laughter, yes, yes that’s what is was; sounds like they were having a fit. Awakening slowly out of his slumber, he heard first and then felt second and oh wha
t a hell of a pain it was in his neck and hard head.

  “Am I dead?” he thought. No, no, just a little roughed up that’s all. And what is this on top of your head? And why are you not still in bed? And why do you feel so full of dread? Amazing and obnoxious laughter filled the unknown room in which the older Christ warrior sat in gloom. Where am I and what is going on? Finally a clear thought. And then Cherry laughed a high female cackle. It woke the other boy who she let touch her boobs and watch her pee, oh gee oh gee. The room was dark except for the light of the TV, now the boys can see all the tricks Cherry Trick had up her sleeve. Baby bonnets, XXL diapers, and hands cuffed behind their backs and mouths red ball gagged; the gags on you boys. You should have kept on walking through. Oh lord what have you boys have gotten yourselves into? Their heads ached. That fucking TV was loud, but her girl laugh was louder. Why oh why are you laughing Cherry? Seinfeld. It was her favorite show. She was back in her tight tight jeans and long black boots; her white top blood splattered. She sat lady like with her legs crossed popping popcorn in her mouth. The boys were at her side and she was in the middle. When they screamed through their ball gags it made her want to giggle. And oh how it amused her.

  “Hello boys it’s me again. Did you have nice dreams?”

  She put her arms around them and stretched out her legs.

  “It’s ok I only drugged you and fucked you with these.”

  She stood and faced them in her bloodied white top, holding two bloody dildos dripping blood on the floor. What a whore. The boys screamed even louder.

  “I also masturbated on your face, sorry about the smell. I’m starting my period if you can’t tell.”

  She rolled her eyes and sighed like a girl down on her luck but then she brightened putting her hands on her hips; an evil smile masked her flushed face.“Wanna watch me pee again?”

  She took a slow, devilish stride towards the boys as they frantically shook their heads no in their baby bonnets and XXL diapers. She threw the younger boy on the floor, oh no oh no! His face went THUMP! And she said, “I reeeaallly gotta go!” She turned him over and unzippity zipped her tight pussy jeans. Two bubbles of flesh popped out. She squat down over his ball gagged mouth. Her knees touched in a drunk girl bowlegged kind of way. She let loose and her hot piss burned his eyes, which told no lies: Yes this is really happening to you. Glistening slimy girl stuff, slathered slick moist muff, on his face from forehead to chin, sexy slit, bloody sin. She hopped off; her pretty face he saw from above. He was in love; now just terrified, horrified, downright petrified; sick inside.

  “Why so scared?” she said.

  “Did you see a ghost? A holy ghost perhaps?”

  Who is this person the kid thought. How did we end up here? With a pain in the anus and in these humiliating diapers she gave us.

  “Hey!” she sparked. “You boys like to dance?”

  In the darkness of the room and probably where the boys would meet their doom, she hit play on her pink cd player. ‘Shake it up’ by the Cars filled the living room with party rock goodtime vibes, despite terror in the boy’s eyes. Cherry jumped. Cherry shouted. Her inner thirteen year old was unshrouded. The boys looked at each other. Terror temporarily took a timeout to treat the boys to a less threatening type of typical manic behavior: confusion.

  “C’mon guy’s get up and dance!” said the blonde headed twenty six year old.

  She took them by their hands, twirling them around her living room in their baby bonnets and XXL diapers.

  “C’mon fellas, don’t you like to dance?” She said throwing her arms up in the air like and annoying preteen tween queen. They were immobile, afraid to move. Her bipolar light switch had turned on. They stared at her. She stared at them. Marilyn stared at all of them in the dark living room. Cherry’s thirteen year old mindset went out like a candle in a tornado.

  “ISAIDFUCKINGDANCE!”

  Her bitchy, scary, adult woman voice came out like a bark, a shout, a vicious snap of the tongue. But then a girlish smile formed on her face. The boys thought we need to get out of this place…..NOW!

  “Now c’mon and dance with momma,” she said.

  Reluctantly and clumsily the boys danced around but felt like clowns in their baby bonnets and XXL diapers and red ball gagged mouths. Cherry clapped and giggled like a little girl. She bumped her hips to theirs as they all shook it up with the Cars. It look like a mental patient mosh pit at some insane asylum under the haunted spell of moonlight and 80’s pop fodder. It became such a riot. Cherry fell on the floor laughing hysterically, ill mentally, forever more. Then something clicked when Cherry Trick heard Cheap Trick on her stereo. She licked her lips and fingered the other. You better run for cover. Miss piss queen, teen tween, tight pussy blue jeans got the hots, its 12:00, don’t stop, don’t stop, cus my baby loves to rock. Kick and scream Cherry did to the sound of rock and roll. Jumping on the couch like a hyped up female version of Tom Cruise home alone fuckin’ that slut. She turned it up. It rattled the walls. Shook the coffee table and flew down the hall. Crazy loud fun rockin’mania filled her house. She got an idea. She took of her bloody blouse. Cherry pranced around the room blowing kisses to Marilyn pictures. She even showed off some of her stripper skills when she for the third time unzippity zipped her tight pussy jeans, showing off her god given moneymaker in all its sexy round American girl glory, oh lordy. Big eyed with a crazy wide grin she asks, “Hey boy’s, do you like to play dress up?”

  They stood motionless stupid with fear and confusion and totally unwanted collateral damage semi hard-ons from Ms. Tricks sweet sassy ass jiggilin’ and giggilin’ under a hot Friday night moon.

  “Be right back boys. Have a seat. Wait right there, you’re in for a treat!” She whisked down the hall and into her room.

  And there they stood, midnight in a stranger’s house in a humiliating get-up with sore anuses and a low level of dignity. They couldn’t speak because of the big red balls in their mouths. So their muffled, head bobbing, eye twitching, mental patient looking conversation translated to this:

  We need to get out of here now! No shit! This is all your fault anyway! How is it my fault? You said we should stop even though it looked like no one was home! Well guess what dipshit, somebody’s fucking home!!! Well I’m not the one that wanted to watch her take a piss! What! You started making out with her after ten minutes! All right, all right! We don’t have time for this! We need to find a way out of here! Look, there’s the back door right in the kitchen. Just be quiet!

  Aufweidersen by Cheap Trick exploded onto the stereo system. They could hear Cherry singing along to the song loudly from the back of the house. Be quiet as a mouse and maybe you’ll get out of this.

  “Almost done boys,” She yelled from somewhere deep in he house.

  Harry Carry Kamikaze, holy shit here she comes. Better hurry boys. Grab your bibles and run, run, run! Handcuffed hands fumbled frantically with the dumb door.

  “Here I come. Time to play,” she said in a singsong girl voice.

  Thump, thump ,thump. Her footsteps thundered from the hallway. Her voice lowered into a dusk of dirty sexiness.

  “Do you wanna play with me?”

  Thump, thump, thump.

  “Oh boy’s, time to play.”

  Sick laughter in the night. Sweaty hands twisted the doorknob.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  “Come and play with me, pleeaasse.”

  Horny devil kitten sweet sugar pussy voice.

  THUMP!

  “You dirty little fucking sneaks!”

  The boys gasped and turned around at the familiar sound of Cherry’s mean voice. They shrieked like old ladies getting goosed when they saw her standing there under the sick white light of the moon at the other end of the kitchen. This is bitchin’. The boy’s eyes grew wide with shock and terror at the sight of Cherry in a tattered, pink dress ripped to hell and a sparkling, diamond studded pink tiara in her blonde hair. Her face was a frightening mask of smeared lipstick and black s
mudged mascara around her eyes. Like playtime in the bathroom when mommy was away. And the thumpthumpthumps courtesy of a pair of demonic yet oh so sexy black as fuck Kiss boots!

  Behold! This satanic prom queen, alien slut thing, thirteen year old barbie wet dream nightmare of mirror time dementia gone to hell. She looked as if Courtney Love and Cinderella ganged raped Gene Simmons circa 1975.

  “All right you little fucks!” She barked, “If you’re gonna sneak around like dogs then you’re gonna piss like dogs! OUTSIDE!” Her sharp, angry twenty six year old bipolar, pissed off voice shook the boys. But then just as quickly as the lion roared the lamb softly spoke in a sweet, feminine, singsong voice.

  “By the way, do you like my outfit? I call it Kisserella.”

  “Now get outside!” she yelled loud and high.

  They stood motionless.

  “Move dogs move!”

  Out they went into the night without a fight. They prayed to see the morning light.

  Bare feet slipped on grass wet with dew.

  “Please dear jesus, help us through,” the older Christ warrior prayed.

  Crickets chirped under the light of the moon.

  “Please dear jesus, let this be over soon,” the younger Christ warrior prayed.

  The night air was thick and muggy.

  “Sweet jesus this night has actually been kinda funny,” thought Cherry Trick.

  “All right boys on your knees.” Cherry commanded.

  “You two think you can sneak around on me like a couple of dogs?” Her scary mascara blackened eyes turned sharply to the young Christ warrior.

  “I let you touch my tits you little pervert! And you think it’s fun to watch a girl pee!” She yelled with psychotic female rage in her voice at the boy who came twelve seconds after inserting himself into her, feeling her warm, smooth, soaking wet vagina. Ooh yeah, ooh yeah! Blow your load you horny toad. Her pink tiara went crooked. A curtain of blonde hair shaded her left eye from her outburst.