Fai

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Cheers team tiny peppers today I have for you another chapter from my upcoming book. This chapter will follow directly after Char’s chapter.  (TRIGGER WARNING) This chapter deals with domestic violence.  I have chosen not to chronicle the violence itself, but instead what follows and some flash back.  I have also chosen not to describe the abuser Mitch because his character is of no significance and does not deserve description.  I had a hard time choosing that characters name because it felt like I would be maligning someone undeservedly.  I just ended up choosing a name I don’t care for.  Post # 5 for Nano Poblano done! Enjoy.

Fai

Through blood streaked golden blond strands and tears Fai fingers the raised numbers of the card she was given and contemplates making the call that might save her life. She wrestles with the guilt, shame, and hopelessness of the situation.  No one knows. Who would believe her?  She remembers the good times and wonders how it has gotten this bad? He slowly and insidiously turned up the heat, giving her just enough crumbs of good to keep her clinging to the belief that it would get better, or go back to the way it was in the beginning. She’s been gas lit for so long that she believes half the crap he feeds her, and has a difficult time trusting her own judgment. The call could end her life too if they don’t get there in time.  Even if they do he promised to find her and kill her should she ever try to leave. Paralyzed with fear she returns the card to its hiding place, cleans herself up, and commences with the household chores and dinner in preparation for his arrival.  Tonight will be better she tells herself. She’ll make everything just the way he likes it and things will get back to normal.

Fai comes to in the kitchen several hours later. She’s bleeding from her nose and mouth, and her head aches fiercely. She does her best to recollect what happened. How long had she been unconscious? She listens for Mitch’s where-abouts in the house but hears nothing.  He’s either passed out or has left. He was already toasted when he came home which was unusual.  It doesn’t take long for the images to flood her brain of the perfect dinner gone wrong.  She wore his favorite dress, soft blue like her eyes he said. The modest cleavage he had previously adored was suddenly the reason for him calling her a whore, and accusing her of fancying herself up for someone other than him.  It didn’t matter what the truth was, it never did. He just needed an excuse to strike her.  There were broken dishes and pieces of his favorite fried chicken dinner strewn about the floor.  She ponders if she can get to the card in its hiding place, and where she might hide until help arrives. When she attempts to move searing pain in her ankle stops her from standing.  Mitch appears to be gone. She crawls to where the card is hidden and with shaky hands dials the number to the shelter hotline.  She doesn’t remember the conversation, it is all a blur. She waits terrified on the floor by the door for help to arrive. When a non descript white van pulls up in front of the house, she opens the door and a shelter team carry her to the van and they speed away toward safety.  A kind woman on the shelter team assesses her condition and suggests they get medical treatment, but Fai is terrified to go to the hospital because Mitch will find her.  They clean her up and wrap her ankle. They have a doctor who comes to the shelter but he won’t be available till the following day.  Fai is wheeled into the shelter just as the evening staff is arriving.  When Fai looks up and sees her sister Char, she is simultaneously horrified and relieved.

Gre (pronounced gray)

Cheers team tiny peppers it’s that time again. This is a chapter from a book I am writing.  This chapter introduces you to the character Gre.  I hope you enjoy.

Gre   (pronounced gray)

Gre bounds from his black Mercedes towards the hotel.  Room key in hand he looks like any other hotel guest, possibly late for a meeting?  Save for his dashing good looks and million dollar smile, he is perfectly inconspicuous.

Today he turns down his pearly gleam and avoids eye contact as he swiftly makes his way to Lu’s hotel room to retrieve the camera before maid service arrives.  His timing always impeccable, he passes the maid’s service cart in the hallway as he exits with the recording equipment.   This is Gre’s favorite part.  Now with all the pieces in place he can contact Max’s wife for the agreed upon monetary reward.  She will be most pleased with the results, and he’ll likely get to handle the divorce on top of everything else.  Pleased with himself, from his car phone he makes the call. The phone rings and a woman answers, “Good afternoon, Stillwell residence?”  “Mrs. Stillwell please, this is Gre calling”.  “One moment please”, the pleasant voice responds.  Mrs. Stillwell’s harsh tone was immediately recognizable, “Gre! I trust you have interrupted my massage with good news?” “Why of course”, Gre purrs.  “Good”, she says disdainfully, “then you’ll send the courier?”   “He’s already on his way”, Gre coos.  “Fine”, she snorts, “I’ll transfer the funds to your account as soon as he arrives”.  Gre’s voice suddenly turns authoritative, “I trust you will Mrs. Stillwell, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you”.  “You’d do well to remember my number when it comes time to commence divorce proceedings”.  “I am aware of your reputation Gre, and I will keep you in mind”, she snaps.

Mrs. Stillwell hangs up the telephone with mixed emotions.  Although her plan has worked perfectly, and her fortune is safe, her heart is still broken over her beloved Maximillion.  With his clear violation of the pre-nup, he won’t stand a chance in court, but somehow this is little consolation.  She wonders if she will be able to actually watch the recording, and fears that however painful she will not be able to tear herself away from the horrifying images of her husband fucking another woman. Elizabeth Stillwell regrets her association with a man like Gre, but knows full well his kind is necessary in her world, perhaps in all worlds?

Satisfied with the morning’s trappings, Gre puts his key into the ignition and speeds towards home.  It’s still early he thinks, a quick change and a meeting at the office, then on to more pleasurable activities.  He wonders what color panties Lucy is wearing today, if any, under her latest designer suit and matching Prada pumps, and smiles wickedly.   His daydreaming ends abruptly as he reaches his penthouse, the awaiting valet takes the Mercedes to its usual parking spot, as Gre exits and heads for the door.  The doorman says “sir Gre, nice to see you home early”.  “Hello Jordan”, Gre responds in kind. “You have a visitor sir Gre”, Jordan says.  “I wasn’t expecting anyone” Gre retorts.

“It is your favorite house guest sir Gre”. Jordan quips in a rare moment of humor.  “Great! Gre blurts out begrudgingly, you let him in then?” “As you instructed sir Gre”.  “I wish that bloodsucking leach would fall off the face of the earth”, Gre protests.

“Jordan, you don’t happen to know any hit men do you?” Gre utters half mockingly.  “No sir Gre”, Jordan says with laughing eyes.  “Fine!, I guess I better see what he wants”, Gre grumbles gruffly.  “Thank you Jordan”.  “You’re welcome sir Gre”. Jordan smiles a knowing smile.  Gre heads up to his apartment to confront his least favorite sibling.

Gre enters the penthouse to find his brother Slo sprawled on his leather couch, a beer in one hand and the remote control to the big screen TV in the other.  “Oh, hey Gre, you’re home early, the doorman let me in”, Slo oozes.  “You’re half baked”, Gre says sternly.  “Ummm only a quarter baked bro”. Dude!, there wasn’t much food in the house so I used your credit card to order some pizza and beer”. Gre doing his best to contain his ire says, “You know I don’t eat that disgusting unhealthy crap”.  “It’s all good dude, more for me then”, Slo beams.  Slo eyes his brother with a concerned look on his face and says, “Dude, you really need to take it easy, you could have a heart attack or something”.  Gre resisting the urge to knock Slo out with a left hook says, “We’ll talk later, I have a meeting”.  “I trust your stay here will be limited to the week’s end!”  “Sure sure bro, no problem, just missed hanging out with ya is all”.  “Fine” Gre snaps, and heads to the bedroom to change for his appointment.