Daddy's Angel (Weeping Willow Book 1)

by Steven Evans

  “I have your life literally in the palm of my hand. Don’t you just love this game? Ok, now, it’s time to get serious. Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? You’re tagged with my personal GPS; you can never leave me. You will never leave me! You tried, and now you must pay!”

  Her hands tightened once again and I was in a forced seizure. I lost control of all my bodily functions and soiled the bed. Seeing my mess, she was elated but never eased her grip.

  “You scare so easy.” She was laughing now. “You are so pathetic that even your bladder and rectum can’t hold your shit in.”

  Tears were being forced from the extreme regions of my eye sockets and I could feel every vein in my body inflating, ready to burst. She took it as far as she could and then relaxed her grip.

  “I think you’ve had enough.” She sneered. “But, lover, you can rest assured that I will return…and soon.”

  She stood up and sauntered her way out and I heard the door slam behind her. As she left, she took the wind and rain along with her.

  Still paralyzed, I was forced to lie in my own feces all night. When morning came, her hold on me was released. I couldn’t believe what had happened. Though I was able to move, I continued to lie there in fear and crying. Why was this happening to me? I don’t deserve this!

  I screamed out. “Why? I’m sorry, please forgive me! Please, please…Please!”

  I hoped my daughter would hear me and come rescue me like all the other times and I was praying she wasn’t really gone. I needed her more than ever now.

  Finally, I couldn’t stand the feel of it squishing between my ass cheeks any longer, and the appalling odor filling the air forced me to make the embarrassing trip to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. After throwing the blankets and sheets into the washer and spraying a whole can of air freshener, hoping the rank smell would be covered, I sat in the chair and tried to think. My daughter had said she had me whole and healthy, but this wasn’t either of those. What else did she say? Damn, I wish I could just remember! Then an uneasy feeling hit me. I wondered if I really wanted to spend another night in this house and I couldn’t come up with an answer.

  My new beginning wasn’t quite what I hoped it would have been. I wondered if I could find some help in town. Then again, they weren’t all that helpful with just finding furniture. So, why would they be willing to help with something like this? They would probably just think I was crazy. The new guy hasn’t been here two weeks yet and is already telling stories and causing trouble, I can just hear them now. Hell, they didn’t like me or even want me here as it was, this couldn’t hurt their opinion of me anymore.

  Just as I thought it’d be! No one would even stop long enough to say “hi,” let alone have a conversation. I know - Mr. Harte! He was friendly. He’ll talk to me, maybe. It was worth a shot or at least that’s what I told myself. I made my way down the street to his store and as soon as the little bell started ringing I heard, “Come on in. What can I do ya for?”

  “Mr. Harte, I wonder if you might help me with something.”

  “Mister, if I can, I certainly will try. What’s got ya in such a dander this fine day?”

  “Well, now… This might sound a little crazy.”

  “Spit it out already! I’m not here much longer and don’t want ya wasting what precious time I have left.”

  He was smiling, but it still didn’t make me feel better about what I was going to ask.

  “Mr. Harte, have you ever heard of any strange happenings at the old Owens’ place before I bought it?”

  “Strange happenings… Of what sort?”

  “Well, the sorts of ghosts and abnormal stuff. The scary sort of stuff, Mr. Harte.”

  “Mister, I believe you’ve been hitting the shine a little too hard. Up there all by yourself, I don’t blame ya, but maybe ya oughta give it a break for a day or so.”

  “I don’t drink! It’s not that… It’s something else. Do you think a spirit can follow you from place to place or maybe even lead you where they want you to be?”

  “Mister, I’ve had about all of this conversation I’m gonna take! I think you best be getting on your way!”

  “Mr. Harte, please! Talk to me! Do you know something?”

  “Look, I’m done talking. Don’t make me kick ya out of here. I may be older by a few years but I promise I’m still as spry as I was thirty years ago… Now git!”

  “Fine, whatever, should’ve known better anyways. Ya’ll are about a rude ass bunch of people! I’ll just figure this out on my own.”

  “You’d do well just to leave things be and forget it mister.”

  “Now what…”

  He’d already slammed the door and locked it up tight. I knew it was a long shot but I didn’t really understand why I was getting such an attitude from him. He seemed so friendly and open that first day in his store. I guess not all first impressions can be believed. I was huffing and puffing and snorting as I walked back home, I still wasn’t positive I wanted to be there, but I had nowhere else to go. It’s not like I could ask one of my neighbors to spend the night on their couch.

  CHAPTER 13

  NIGHTLY VISITS

  THE MADDER I GOT, THE MORE MY PACE was quickened. As I passed the drugstore, I noticed in the alley that strange kid who worked there was just snickering and pointing. There was something a little off about that guy. I don’t know if he was a little off in the head or completely off his rocker, but I waved as I went by and he just kept laughing. It didn’t take any time to get home with how mad I was. I didn’t even care that it was getting dark already, because I was still brewing over how Mr. Harte had acted. He could’ve handled it a little differently. He didn’t have to be so over-the-top rude. This place was really starting to lose its appeal.

  I wasn’t thinking of the events of the night before as I started dinner. Pork chops, corn, mashed potatoes, and gravy…Yeah, that sounded good! After eating I was stuffed, but I couldn’t leave the dishes unwashed.

  I stared out the window at the creek, lost in a daze. The dishes were done, but I was still standing there wiping the last plate. I never even noticed the sun going down, until I couldn’t see the creek anymore. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would visit again.

  I watched the blurry snow on the television set, pretending I was a kid again and trying to see the X rated movies that came on late at night on HBO. That became boring super quickly. I turned it off and slammed the remote on the end table thinking, “What the hell is the use in having a TV with a seventy-inch screen if all I can ever see is freaking snow?” I sat in my recliner looking at my football cards, checking the most recent values, trying to pass the time, and letting my tasty meal settle. I was comparing the prices on Walter Peyton’s rookie card to John Elway’s when the wind began roaring and the rain started poured in the windows. I jumped into action closing everything down. I knew what was about to happen but… Wait, I was wide awake! I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t asleep, so how was this happening? Maybe I was just imagining it. I returned to my seat and picked the pricing guide up.

  “My love, did you miss me?”

  Stunned, I looked around, but I saw nothing. The curtains weren’t blowing or anything. In fact, there was no wind at all.

  “What’s wrong, darling? Can’t you find me?”

  “I was hoping I wouldn’t need to tonight.”

  “I said I would return!”

  “What? My shitting the bed wasn’t enough to keep you amused for at least another night?”

  “That was entertaining, but its moment has passed now. I require a more fulfilling piece of you tonight.”

  I don’t know if it was anger or frustration, but I couldn’t control the words that flew from my mouth. “Hell, just do what you will! Either kill me or leave me the fuck alone! I can’t keep doing this every night, I’ve accepted my past and it won’t burden me anymore. You should try that! You might enjoy the freedom it gives you.”

  “Do not pretend you know me! Yo
u don’t have a clue what my life is about! But, my love, you soon will! You will sip from the cup I was given long ago, and you will taste my agony. Enough about me, that’s for another day! Now, are you ready?”

  “Just why the Hell not? Should I just sit here, or do you want me somewhere else?”

  I was furious and I didn’t care if she liked it. I was getting tired of being played with and even if it brought a more intense pain, I was going to say my peace.

  “Just lay back and enjoy the ride, my love. You may even like this.”

  My recliner slammed back and I was nearly lying straight out. My arms swung to the side and were strapped down. I was watching her - she had a devious smile draped across her face. She reached up and grabbed the sash holding her robe together and gave it a sharp jerk. It just fell, crumpled up, to the floor. She stepped out of the circle her robe fell into and sashayed toward me, every one of her curves moving in unison with her steps. I knew she wasn’t real, that something supernatural had brought her into my life, but she had an amazing figure for a ghost. Time stopped as she walked my way. I felt her body so close that we were almost one. I was surprised at how my body automatically responded to hers. The world disappeared as we melted together right there in my recliner…I couldn’t even try to not enjoy it.

  “I knew you couldn’t resist, and from the way you are moaning I know you like it.”

  “So why do you appear in two forms? Is it so you can play like good cop bad cop or something? You know that only works in the movies.”

  She gave me the weirdest look as she twirled her hair. She jumped off me and quickly dressed. “Both are me, according to my mood and what I hope to accomplish at that moment.”

  I didn’t know what to think. The night before, she had damn near killed me and now, tonight, she had seduced me. Why? I didn’t move. I just sat there looking silly and watched her. I thought it was over, that she was just going to vanish and leave me baffled by her actions. She began moving toward me again, never taking her eyes from mine. There was a certain softness to her eyes though, a soothing quality, and I wasn’t able to understand what the change was about. Could this really be this same monster? Suddenly, she leaped into my lap and my arms and head were tied again. I couldn’t move but I didn’t know if I should be scared or if I should get hard. My question was answered as she started rubbing my chest and caressing right over where my heart was. The look in her eyes morphed from sweet to vengeful and the smell of moldy water and singed hair and smoked flesh returned.

  “Are you ready?” she asked again. “Are you ready?”

  “Am I ready for what?”

  The curtains began violently snapping back and forth and the door slammed repeatedly. The lights flickered and the rain was pouring in all around us. Her hands stopped swiftly and her head tilted back. One hand was on my forehead and the other was held to the ceiling. She was chanting something I couldn’t make out. When the chanting stopped, she placed both hands on my chest again and looked at me. She was looking straight through me. Her voice changed and sounded like something demonic.

  “I want your soul! It doesn’t matter if it’s given freely or if I have to rip it out of your worthless bag of bones!”

  I thought I was done for. I thought this was it and she was going to finish me right then and there, but she just disappeared. Everything went back to normal, like nothing had happened. I was lost. I didn’t know what had just happened. I couldn’t speak, there were no words to describe how I felt. I sat there for a while before making my way to bed. I laid there until the sun came up, not really thinking, but thinking too much at the same time.

  I knew I needed help, but who in this town would even care if I was found dead…Or even worse? I thought about trying Mr. Harte again, but figured it would end the same way as the other day. I just closed my eyes and slept. Surely, she wouldn’t show up again.

  This type of activity went on all week. Every night she visited and every night we had sex. When it was over, the same acts played out. She straddled me and started chanting, and when she finished, she always disappeared. I was left sitting in my recliner motionless and confused. I always laid there awake until daylight before I finally slept. I was beginning to wonder if she was just trying to fool me into believing she didn’t want me dead, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the chanting. What was that about? What did the chants mean? Did they serve some mysterious purpose that she intended to reveal later? I didn’t know what to make of any of it but the sex was mind blowing.

  ***

  I sat there, eagerly waiting for her to show up. I figured, why not surprise her for once and be ready when she got there? So, I was already naked and sitting in my chair. It was laid back and I had my arms thrown over the side. I had left the door open for her. I waited…just waited. Then, I heard those words again, announcing her arrival.

  “Are you ready, my love?”

  “Hell yes! I’m ready!”

  “I see you have prepared everything for me.”

  “I didn’t see any reason to waste any time. I’ve gotten used to your visits and I’ve even started looking forward to them now.”

  Just like always, she disrobed, got on top of me, and began the gentle thrashing of her thighs. My mind was lost in the pleasure of the moment and my eyes closed to enjoy the feeling a little more. I was almost ready to let loose my best Tarzan imitation, as my orgasm was inevitable. She dropped her hands to her side, running them along her skin seductively as her hips bucked and heaved in exhilaration. Her fingers were now tracing my arms, flowing up to my shoulder and down to my wrist. I closed my eyes as the moment was almost too much to stop. She noticed my reactions and arched her back even more.

  “Are you ready, my love?”

  I thought she meant if I was ready to explode inside her and I tried to answer, but the grunts that came out of my throat were indecipherable.

  “Yes!” she moaned. “You are ready. Just relax, don’t struggle or this will be excruciatingly painful.”

  I didn’t care, I was in the heat of passion and consumed by lust. I never heard a word she said.

  “I’m yours. Do with me what you will.”

  Her response was short. “Excellent!”

  Her hands were now on my chest, rubbing and kneading the skin between her fingers until she leaned backwards and the chanting started again. I thought, “What the hell? Nothing could interfere with this experience,” but she suddenly lowered her head and stared directly into my eyes. One hand was lifted in the air and the other was firmly pressing against my chest. Then it disappeared inside and my heart skipped a beat. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. Her weight was holding me down. Her chanting became louder and seemed to be causing the air to get thicker and heavy. Though I was struggling to breathe, I was able to choke out the word,

  “Why?”

  “My love, you said to do with you as I would, so, that’s what I am doing. Now relax, let me finish.”

  My head was locked in place; my eyes could barely move. She was writhing back and forth on top of me and each time she came forward, her hand sunk a little further into my chest so that she could get a better grip around my heart.

  “Are you ready? You know this is what I’ve always been after. You finally accepted your fate and gave me your heart freely.”

  I tried to speak or to scream, but I couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow me to talk. She just continued chanting and grinding her torso into mine.

  “It won’t be long now. Try to hold out until we both reach maximum satisfaction. It has to be timed perfectly or it won’t take. Sex always blinds men to reality! You’re no better than any other. In fact, you may be worse. I need-”

  Again I asked… “Why?”

  “Why? Because I can! Every man has a weakness for the pleasures a woman’s body provides, but they never notice what is really happening. They’re driven by lust, so much so that they are willing to give anything to possess her sacred treasures. If they feel it’s not given freely th
en they will force themselves inside the woman and steal away her worth. They rape her innocence and ruin her chances to know true love. That’s why! So, you must pay for their sins. You will atone by losing your heart and handing over your soul. That’s why! No more questions, rejoice in your desires!”

  The moment was there and we both expelled our seed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she released my heart. I regained control of my breathing, though the pain remained. She collapsed on me, her energy spent. I was able to push her off onto the floor and get up. She just laid there looking up at me with a vacant expression. I thought, with her so weak I might be able to grab her and even tie her up, though, I wasn’t sure what I would do with her after that. But once again, she just vanished into thin air… She was gone.

  My mind was racing. I couldn’t believe anything. Did this really just happen? Did she really fuck me all week just to try and kill me again? Did I give her permission to take my heart? Why would I be so willing to give in to her like that? Sex never made me act this way before, why was now different? What did she mean I had to pay for other’s sins? She acted distraught while talking of rape and stealing innocence, but it didn’t make sense. Who did these acts that I now have to pay for? There were too many questions and I didn’t have the answers to any of them. None of it made sense. Nothing, from the time this whole situation began up to this very second, made any sense!

  I was left to wonder if she would come back and if so, how soon. Would I be able to resist her next time? What else did she want? Although she kept saying that she wanted my heart, she never took it…Why? There had to be something else she was after, some other reason for doing this, but I was at a loss for what it could be.

  As I was determined to keep myself confused trying to find reasons for everything that had happened, suddenly my daughter’s words entered my mind. She had said that I must find out the secret to the mark. To free myself, I had to remember. But remember what? How did I remember something I had no memory of to begin with? Where could I start to unravel this mystery? I didn’t know if I should concentrate more on her visits or on trying to find out what the hell this mark nonsense was. I just knew I was ready to rest.