by R. K. Star
“What are you doing here you bitch!”
“Don’t you remember I said I would rip the flesh off your bones.”
John looks at me in disgust, his finger reached to press the buzzer to call for the nurse. With my telekinesis, I bent his finger backwards. He looked at his hand in horror and was about to scream from the pain but I clamped his mouth shut and only a soft mumble escaped his mouth. The finger snap back as the bone dislodged from the socket. I moved the buzzer away out of his reach so he wouldn’t attempt another foolish maneuver.
“Shush my darling, we don’t want to make a scene.” I brought my index finger towards my lips to indicate he should be quiet.
I looked around his room and saw there were flowers and fruits around his bed. I brushed his forehead delicately with two fingers then gave his forehead a gentle tap. “Let’s have a looked inside,” I smiled.
In his past, he actually had a caring family. His parents weren’t poor and financially in the upper class. He had a younger sister and a younger brother. I let go of his mouth so he could speak.
“We can call it even. We can call it casual sex. Just think of it as a one night stand. Look you broke several of my ribs and put me in the hospital and now even broke my finger.” He brought his hand up to show his broken finger.
I laughed, the thought that now I had the advantage and he is in a position of vulnerability he wants to call it even. What the hell did he even mean by ‘casual sex.’ I didn’t know the classification for casual sex was to be rape by three strangers these days.
“You have a younger sister, right?”
He looked at me surprised that I knew that, but didn’t respond to my question.
“What if someone raped her? Sexually assault her body with his friends. Hurt her and made her feel pain she never felt before. Made her feel dirty. Could you ever forgive?
He looked at me and knew where I was going. “Of course I would forgive. We should never hold grudges and look the other way. The Lord teaches us to have mercy on our enemies and treat them with compassion and respect.”
I took a look into his mind to see what his thoughts were.
‘When I get out of this bed I’m going to get my gun and put a few bullets up this bitch’s pussy.’
“Then I should forgive you,” I looked at him with a smile.
He looked relieved. “Yeah, let’s call it even and put it behind us.”
“Okay let’s do that. Oh wait, I forgot I had to do something first before I can forgive you. I have a gift for you but first I’m going to have to make sure you can’t talk.” I forced his mouth closed again and took out the branch I broke from the tree earlier. I moved it towards him and put it underneath his gown. I saw his whole body tense up and he made a painful moan as his eyes got watery.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Do you like how that feels? Let me show you a good time!” I could feel the branch up his rectum. I moved it further up then moved it out then up again. I sat on the visitor’s chair to the side while I repeatedly moved the branch up and down slowly. It brought me great pleasure to see his body all rigid and him moaning in pain.
“What are you trying to say? You want me to go faster? If that is your wish. You should thank me later I’m preparing your hole for all the cock you can receive in the future.” I moved the branch more rapidly, I got instant gratification seeing his facial expressions.
“Like that, don’t cha,” I laughed. I flipped through the magazine he had on the nightstand and read some of the interesting articles. There was one on rhinoceros horns and how some people believe there is healing properties on it. Poachers are killing rhinos and taking their horns, with some horns selling over one hundred thousand American dollars each.
After I went through the magazine I looked up at him and his facial expression didn’t seem uncomfortable. I’d figure his rectum has stretch and now the branch wasn’t causing him any discomfort. I moved this branch out of his anus and it was covered in fecal matter and blood. It was disgusting so I threw it out the window towards the shrubs so no one would find it. I let go of his mouth so he could speak again.
“You bitch, you fucking bitch. Please just let me go, please.”
On one hand, he was swearing and cursing at me and the other he was begging me. However, in his thoughts I could see he wanted to torture and kill me. This guy was a dishonourable immoral beast to say the least. I was going to make sure I did the same to him. I was going to make him suffer before he died.
Suddenly I could sense someone coming and approaching towards his room, it was his parents. I didn’t have time to escape. I bent his finger back into place as he muffled a sound of pain then glanced around for a place to hide. I could slide under the bed, go into the washroom and lock the door or hide in the closet. I panicked and decided to climb out the window and get a purchase point on the small ledge. I was afraid to stay in the room they might see me or John’s slight movements might alert them. I knew I couldn’t let John say anything, he would say I’m out the window and then I would have a lot of explaining to do. I felt John’s whole body and prevented him from moving then I forced his eyelids closed. I felt his lips and move them together tight so he couldn’t speak. I could hear him mumbling and moaning and I knew if his parents heard it they would call for the nurse. I didn’t want to kill him just yet but I had to silence him somehow. I decided to press on his trachea and larynx, and prevent his vocal folds from vibrating. This did the trick, John was completely silent.
“There’s my baby boy, look dear he’s sleeping. Look how peaceful he looks.”
Yeah right, I quietly snickered he just got penetrated with a branch. I peeked through the opening and saw his mother patting his forehead. I wondered if she suspected why one side of his cheek was much redder then the other.
“He used to be a such a good boy, I don’t know what went wrong.”
“I do, you pampered him too much and he always got his way. Then he started drugs and things turn ugly real fast.” His dad was blaming his mom.
“You always put the blame on me. Where were you when he started doing drugs and all these horrible things. You were never there for him as a father. You can’t just blame me.”
“You’re the mother, it’s your job to make sure he follows the right path. It’s my job to put the bread on the table.”
“I don’t want to argue about this with you in front of John. You might wake him.”
The two of them were shouting and continued arguing for quite a long moment, several minutes long. I’m surprised they didn’t wonder why John didn’t wake up from such loud commotion.
“Let go have lunch first, we can bring something back for John, he hates the food at the hospital.” His dad placed his hand on his mom and led her out the room.
I raised my right hand to slide open the window but lost my grip on the left hand and fell. My landing cushion by the freshly watered flower bed. I fell on my right-side, my hip and arms took most of the damage. I could hear John screaming for his mom and dad from above. I fought against the pain and scrambled up then began a slow jog away and turned a corner to get out of site from the window. Every time I put pressure on my right foot I could feel pain in my hip.
I really messed this up, I didn’t get even with him yet. There was still more torturing I had planned before killing him. I was certain he would tell his parents that a crazy girl was trying to kill him. He would leave out the part where he raped me though and I was here to get even with him.
The injury I suffered prevented me from staying around. I caught the next bus back home. I debated if he would report me to the police. If he did it would bring trouble for him as well because if the police were to find out he raped me he would face jail time as well. There was only one option. After my injury got better I would return to murder him.
A few times I dropped by his hospital room. His finger was wrapped in bandage and either his dad or mom was with him. I wasn’t going to kill an innocent person just so I could kil
l John so I had no choice but to leave and wait for a better opportunity. Another opportunity never present itself. John’s parents had hired a security guard to post the room at night time. Someone was always with him at all times.
In John’s mind he had no intention to report to the police but I saw in his parent’s mind they were debating whether to report or not. It was mainly his mother I had to worry about, she was worried for her son. Over the next few days her urge to call the police subsided slightly.
There was nothing I could do to John now. I let him be for the time being. I developed some anxiety after that incident, every day I would be fearful the police would ring my bell and take me away.
10
Second Semester
It was Saturday morning, after this weekend classes would resume. I hope classes would preoccupied my mind and help settle my anxiety. I felt lonely without Danny and nobody responded to the new ad I place seeking a new roommate. People were probably already settled in and not going to move at this time. Many people quit school after the first semester but not many start school on the second semester. I watched tv as I ate my cereal feeling sad for myself. Sometimes I let myself go and my brain wanders to a departed place where I start feeling depressed and miserable for myself. I tried to get myself out of there, yesterday the clinic called me and reported my results as negative. I didn’t have any sexually transmitted or infectious disease so that is something to be happy about but then those assholes raped me. One more to go I always told myself. I’m just postponing my revenge. My mind stopped spinning in circles when I heard the phone ring.
“Good morning, Layana speaking.” I always enjoyed answer the phone in a professional manner even though it was my personal number.
“Good morning, do you still have vacancy at your apartment?” A man’s voice responded on the other line.
“Yes.”
“May I tour the apartment first?”
“Yes.”
“It’s The Spot, on Alma Street, correct.”
“That’s correct.”
“What is the room number.”
“709.”
“I’ll be there in one minute.”
“One minute?” I was confused how could he be here in one minute.
“That’s right. I’m at the main floor of the apartment, I’m heading up now.”
This man was straight to the point and I was surprised he arrived at the apartment first then called. Most people call before coming. I could have been absent, or someone had move in already and he would have wasted a trip. Scrambling as quick as I could to hide the imperfections of the place and make it presentable. I hid things under and behind the sofa and place sofa pillows over messes to cover it up. I focus on the apartment to locate where the man was and if he was almost at my door. I was going to check first to make sure he wasn’t a creep before letting him move in, I didn’t need to be raped again.
I heard the doorbell ring but didn’t sense anyone at the door. Was my telepathy disappearing again? I focused my attention to my adjacent neighbours and immediately I could feel their minds and hear their thoughts. This was strange I never had an exception where there was someone’s mind I couldn’t read, this would be a first. I looked through the door hole to see who was standing on the other side. A man in his early twenties or mid-twenties, he had light colour skin and appeared of Asian nationality. From what I could see he didn’t look like a bad person so I open the door.
“Good morning, I’m Kaylon Lun.”
What a unique name but then my name was one of a kind as well. I stare directly at his forehead trying to see inside of him but I couldn’t read a single thought, it was empty inside. It didn’t make sense he had to be thinking something or when he spoke his brain must be active to generate a sentence. I realized I was standing there too long without saying a word.
“Morning, I’m Layana Nito,” I smiled at him and extended my hand to shake his hand. “Let me show you around.”
I led him around the apartment and showed him the available room and the shared spaces. My intuition told me he was a genuine person. He had a soft demeanour and a calm voice but his expression was jubilant. He had long hair tied back together with a ribbon. His skin was silky and of a cream complexion. He had a strong jawline and high cheek bones. Secretly I ogle at him, his shirt was well fitted and outline his chest. His shirt had short sleeves that showed off his biceps and triceps which were well formed. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. I figured he was above a hundred and ninety centimetres in height.
Please rent the place, please rent the place. I whispered to myself in my head. His body was arousing me and I wanted him to live with me. I would let him stay without paying rent. I would love to grab his arm and squeeze it or find an excuse to touch him. Pretend there was a mosquito on his back and pat him and rub him all over. Then take off his shirt, god my mind was going perverted again.
“This place meets my needs. I can pay the entire amount for the next four months now.” He took out hundred dollars bills and handed me a stack of them. “This is my portion, please count it.”
I put it on the table and did a quick count. I counted it not because I didn’t trust him but because I’ve never seen so much money before. The amount was round up to the hundredth, since it was all hundred bills.
“You gave me extra here, I’ll go get you your change.”
“Don’t bother,” he shook his head.
“Okay thanks, welcome,” I place out my hand this time to welcome him as my roommate.
After I shook his hand I realize I should have interrogated him a bit more before letting my libido agreed for me.
“Why are you starting midway of the school year?” I should get to know him better and if I decide to back out I should do it now instead of finding something about him weeks later and trying to kick him out.
“I was at University of San Francisco earlier this term and decided to continue my education at Stanford.”
“What year are you in?”
“This is my first year?”
“Really? your appearance looks older like you’re in your early twenties to mid-twenties.”
“Yes, most people assume I’m older base on appearance.”
“What is your focus?”
“Physics.”
“Is that right? I’m taking physics as well and astronomy.”
Usually I didn’t have to ask so many questions. I would read their thoughts and delve into their past to quench my curiosity but this time I had to bombard him with questions to further understand him. I was surprised he didn’t ask anything about me after I had asked him so many questions. He had an understanding look on his face as if he knew me, as if we had been friends for a decade.
Kaylon told me he would move his things in tomorrow. I had to clean the place up, I didn’t want him to back out and ask for his money if he realized I had left the place in a dump. I felt instant relief having someone to share the apartment with me. I really needed another soul to interact with.
Being bored I browsed the internet and found myself on social media. I saw a name, Joan, Joan Nifor. A flash of memories surged to my head and I remember years of suffering and pain. I looked at her account profile and delved into her personal life she shared with the world. There were many photos of her, many of the images were of her partying at nightclubs and resorts where people went on break to get drunk. In her pictures, I saw Stephanie and of course Lisa. They all had drinks in their hands and look as if they were having a grand ole time. I felt bitter and anger towards them, they made my life miserable and I hated to see them having so much fun. There were images of them on white sandy beach with clear blue skies. They were at music festivals and exotic foreign destinations. Everywhere a teenager would want to go.
I was jealous of the three bullies who brought me so much agony and hatred, while they were never bothered by it. Now they lived every day happily, too happily. Joan was at University of San Francisco, she w
as studying accounting. From her posts, she was doing quite well in her school work, she posted As, and B+s. Secretly I wish she did worse on some other courses but because her mark was so bad she was embarrassed to post it. I amused myself with the thought of Joan crying when she got a C in a course or better yet a D, haha. Joan got nothing on me, I cleared the table with A+. I don’t know why I was being a bitch. What happen in the past I should let go and be done with it or my anger will build on the subject.
From Joan’s friend’s list, I found another name, Stephanie Ovartis. I clicked the link to enter into her personal life she was sharing. She was also attending University of San Francisco but there was no posting of how she performed in university but plenty of comments of her egotistic nature. Some of her posts made her appear down right dirty like the whore she was. She posted comments on who she would tap, which I knew meant for who she would have sex with. She had pictures of her inexplicably giving someone oral sex. A picture showed her on her knees, shirtless and without a bra next to someone with their pants part way down. She wrote down ‘great time’ in the comment section. I don’t know where her brain is, posting images so explicit of her character is never a good idea. I remember she was always spreading false rumours about me, she was pathetic. I looked further back into the past of her shared photos. She been to many countries with her family and exploring. There was a moment she shared where she was helping people out in Africa during a natural disaster, she looks so kind and caring. I couldn’t understand how there could be such a gentle side of Stephanie that was full of compassion but she could be the cruelest person towards me.
Eventually I got bored of checking what Stephanie was up to and found Lisa Angen webpage. She used to be the ring leader of the three and was the worst. Similar to Stephanie, she also posted images of how slutty she was and how getting drunk and wasted was her top priority. Unlike Joan she didn’t post any grades and I assumed she was flunking in university like Stephanie. Stephanie and Lisa were always one or two pegs below Joan on the intellect scale. Sometimes I wonder if Joan had a stronger opinion or mental state would she have stood up against bullies. But in reality, she was weak and like most high schoolers. The most important thing was fitting in with the cool kids and being invited to parties. Perhaps If I had the chance to join one of the bully groups and bullied other individuals to be cool I might have done it too but the opportunity never arose. I realized If someone knew what I was thinking they’ve think I sound like a bitter betty and possibly a hypocrite as well.