Ronnie’s
right eye creaked open. He was lying on his side, the left side of his body
facing toward the sky. He was half awake hearing distraught voices behind him.
He knew nothing but the pain that was thriving through his body. He could feel
something cold and slimy on his left temple, a green, mossy residue. The voices
behind him were getting clearer.
“We can’t
take him to a hospital.” Said Adelita in Spanish wiping her hands on her floral
apron. She was a stocky, short old woman. Her house was badly painted in a
pastoral green that could be seen chipping off on the corners. She had
crucifixes and pictures of saints on all walls. Ronnie was on the bed with
candles lit on the bedside table. There was a few droplets of blood from his
hair that had dropped onto the sheets. On another table there was white sage
burning.
Pedro stood
at the doorway with his trucker hat in his hands. His black hair cascaded over
his brown skin.
“What if
someone else took him to the hospital?” asked Pedro trying to relieve himself
of this responsibility. There was no way he was going to take him to the
hospital. He was too afraid of them asking questions, and there was always the
possibility of them calling immigration. Pedro immediately regretted picking
him from the side of the road.
“You don’t
know anyone who’s legal Pedro.” Said Adelita. Pedro paced back and forth.
“If he
catches a fever, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop it. This boy needs
antibiotics” She said again.
“we gotta
pray then” Said Pedro coldly.
Jane got out
of her car with a slugged step. She looked around the parking lot to make sure
she won’t get attacked again by the crazy bitch. Her hair was frizzy and unwashed;
her face was pale and unresolved. She walked to the campus clutching her
handbag and with other hand holding some textbooks. She couldn’t stop thinking
about Albert, she was convinced something bad happened to him, that he was
probably kidnapped from the hospital. That would explain why he doesn’t answer
his phone. But then she thought why does it keep ringing day after day? Just
when she thought she would make it to a building without interference, the
familiar blond countenance showed itself through the glass walls of the
Observatory. Bradley extends his arm
and tries to touch Jane but she turns around and slaps him. A few people gasp
as they walk by and witness the scene she was about to produce.
“You son of
a bitch! Your fucking crazy has-been psychopathic girlfriend attacked me!”
“She’s not
my girlfriend anymore. I broke up with
her” He said as he quickly recovered from the slap.
“You think I
care? You think that just because you say you broke up with your girlfriend
I’ll suddenly go climbing back into your bed? No. I’m sorry Brad but you are so
deluded if you think I’m that stupid”
“I know! I
know why we can’t be an item. It’s because of your brother isn’t it? Look Jane
I’m willing to come to terms that he’s a… fag, just give me a-“
Jane slaps
him again and starts to walk forcefully in the opposite direction but Bradley
catches her and grabs her arm and pulls her back into him.
“Let me go!”
She said without causing uproar. Bradley refused to loosen his grip. His
expression changed, that slap triggered a fervent anger. He held her close to
his chest and breathed her in. Her slightly unwashed hair soothed his soul and
calmed his grip but not released until a familiar figure came up behind them.
“Hey! Let
her go.” Said Iago standing right behind Bradley. His grip loosened and Jane
pushed him away. Bradley looked ashamed and angry. He stared at Iago. he
contemplated getting into a brawl with this guy but after observing his stature
and his physique he reconsidered. Iago walks in front of Jane and stares down
Bradley. Bradley looks back at Jane who seemed to be a shuddering like a puppy
hiding behind its wolf mother.
He
immediately turned around and walked away not looking back.
“Thanks
Iago” She said.
“No problem,
that guy was high out of his mind.”
“You think
so?” She asked him knowing for a fact that Bradley did not do drugs of any
kind.
“Oh yeah.
You can’t tell but I can bec… well there’s a certain way you can tell. Anyways
it seems you can’t ever walk down this way without being attacked. I have a feeling
this is gonna be a regular thing” he said.
“I’m sorry,
you shouldn’t have to be defending me all the time”
“what? Are
you kidding? I kinda enjoy it. Not that I enjoy seeing you get attacked more
than me rescuing you” He gives an awkward smile.
“Right… Well
I gotta get going-“
“Hey um, my
buddy’s throwing a party this weekend down by Ojai County, you wanna come? I’ll
drive you. C’mon you look like you could use a distraction” he said. Jane was
already preparing her excuse but she paused to actually think about it, she did
need to stop worrying about Albert even for one night.
“Sure. Why
not?”
Albert
closes the bathroom door behind him, brushing his hand through his wet hair.
Chico emerges from another room wearing a short bathrobe. Albert looked bored
and inattentive as Chico made lustful glances toward him. Albert made it to his
guest room an began to dress while Chico stood at the doorway observing him
take off his bathrobe and put on one of his fitted t-shirts.
“Could you
be a bit less awkward Chico” Said Albert as he turned around to put on a fresh
pair of undies.
“What? You
uncomfortable? I thought you homos liked to get stared at?”
“you
bisexuals have no walls do you? I’d be okay with it if I didn’t know you were
gonna go mack on one of your three girlfriends later.”
“I’m sure
there’s someone you’d rather be macking on right now but I forgot that you
don’t like to share”
Albert pulls
out a backpack from under the bed.
“Where you
going?” Asked Chico
“I must be
driving my sister insane, she’s been calling me for days now. It’s time I faced
her”
“Oh… and for
a second there I thought it was because I suggested that threesome earlier.
Well you know you’re always welcome back here sugar dick. I’ll close the door
now then”
“Thanks”
Albert heard
a sudden click after the door closed. He looked at the door knob and there was
no turn lock. He quickly grabbed it and tried to turn it. It was locked. Albert
panicked and started violently trying to turn the doorknob.
“Chico! The
door! Its locked!” he banged on the door so he could hear him. Chico was
standing on the other side.
“Well what
do you know, It locks from the outside.” he said. Albert start to act frantic,
his movements become sporadic and starts banging the door harder.
“This isn’t
funny Chico! Let me out now!” Albert yelled.
“Lo siento Albert
but I’m gonna keep you for a while. Besides, you’re better off here” He laughs and runs to the kitchen and taps on
a boombox.
The Smiths
start to play while Albert bangs on the door and yells while “This Charming
Man” plays in the background.
Kessler
steps into a glass office in the center of a column. The office scenery outside
the glass was chaotic. There were several men in uniform, most of them walking
around the glass office.
Everything was visible from inside and out.
He sat in
front of a large glass top desk with a think and burly man on the other side
with a receding hair line and a soft mustache.
“Chief” he
said.
“Well, what
is it Kessler, have you left the tranny case alone again?” Said the chief. Kessler noticed large scale
photos on the desk of Enrique’s mangled ribcage plastered onto a sofa.
“His rib
cage was pried open, broken vertebrae, and sharpened the edges of his bones.
Left him looking like something from one of those ‘end of the world’ zombie
movies. And all without leaving a trace. No bodily fluids, no fingerprints,
footprints, no shitprints. Its like a
goddam ghost came in and chopped him up. Although I would’nt be surprised, he
was one of those Jesus freaks from the University, speaking of which, Ronald
Abernathy, was he helping you with the tranny case?”
“Yes he was”
“well, we
can’t find him-“
“Can’t find
him? How did you know he was missing?”
“He’s our
lead suspect-“
“What? No. That
can’t be. I was with Ronnie last night”
“You just
said yourself he was missing. What happened Kessler?” Said the Chief. Kessler
turned pale and avoided looking at him in the eye.
“We were out
in front of the club and” Kessler avoided the direction of the chief altogether
and hung his head in shame as he opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t
verbalize.
“He… left …
my car. I told him to get out and I… left him… on the road. We were in Ojai
county there was no way Ronnie could’ve made it to DeMille in time.
“That’s
irrelevant, besides Petrovsky already narrowed down the suspect to a student in
DeMille, one who knows the dorms in the Pastoral side of the College. And a
Reverend, the one from the Jesus club pointed out that Ronnie has had several
altercations with the student accusing him of the murder of William Stegovitz-“
“Sir, if I
may, the reason Ronnie suspected Enrique was because he was a closeted drag queen. He worked in that drag
queen club and Stegovitz recognized him from the Christ Crusaders.”
“So you
think this is the Lady Killer?”
“Yes most definitely.”
“We’ll then
you’re gonna have to conjure up evidence that Ronald was with you last night or
that Enrique was a drag queen. I got
witnesses piling up saying that they saw Ronald leaving his dormitory this
morning in a hurry” Kessler looked appalled and then squinted his eyes knowing
who would be capable of lying like that. But the fixated on the corners of his
eyes thinking that it could be true.
“I can prove
it.” Kessler stood up in front of the chief and left the office.
Gemma
knocked on Teddy’s dorm holding some brown paper bags in one hand and her car
keys jingled as she kept knocking.
“Teddy? You
there?”. She kept knocking. A distraught figure opens the door. A bug-eyed
Teddy stands at the threshold.
“What?” He
said.
“What the
Hell?! You haven’t answered my texts or my calls, I need you to work with me
cause like Jane is in utter shards thanks to her jerk of a brother and Ronnie
is out playing detective with his man candy and so it’s up to me to keep the
club-“ Teddy backs away and retreats to his couch and sits at the base and
picks up his game controller and is immediately sucked in his video game.
“Teddy? You
okay?” Gemma walks inside the miniscule and dark room. Gemma could only depict
the reflection of the television screen in Teddy’s glasses.
Teddy paused
the game and he turned to face her.
“So… How big
was it?”
“How big was
what?”
“Jeremiah’s
dick… It must be nice to stab your friends in the back. So how was it?” Gemma
stood staring at him with disgust.
“So is that
why you’re cooked up in your room like an old hermit?”
“How come
you didn’t tell me? Is it because you know you’re a shit friend, was it killing
you inside? Or did you just take pity on me?”
“Shut up
Teddy! Look at yourself… you’re a burning fag tree. That’s the thing with you
gay boys, you always think all men are like you. Jeremiah is straight Teddy. He
is never going to look at you the way you look at him. So stop wallowing in
your fake misery and stop blaming me for natural events. And yeah, I didn’t
tell you Teddy because I felt bad. But if you want to shove yourself into your flat
screen, be my guest. Cause I’m so done.”
Gemma walks out slamming the door behind her.