F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume One

Donnie heard her cry of anguish, arose, slipped into his jeans and raced for the living room. He found his sister crumpled into the cushions of the couch.

"What's with, Char…? What's happening?"

"Mom… sh-she's left us…!" she sobbed.

He was incredulous. "How do you know?"

"H-Her clothes a-are g-gone… and I–I heard her drive away…!"

"I'll be damned! She copped out first!" he mused.

He sat down beside her leaned down, put his arm around her and tried to console her. "Don't flip… Sis… it's not…" he began.

"Don't touch m-me… damn it!" she snapped. "Don't ever t-touch m-me… a-again!" Her voice was venomous.

"Christ… Char… I was only…"

"Get away from m-me…!"

"Whatever you say… Sis…"

He left her there and walked back to his own room.

Don Scott was really not disturbed very much. The fact of his mother's flight was, in his mind, ironic. She had just beat him to the punch. Shit! This family has been falling apart for a hell of a long time! But, Char and I… we could get along all right. She's practically all I've got, now… all the family I've got!

In his room, again, he dressed and came back out to the kitchen to forage for breakfast. He couldn't sleep any more now, even if he wanted to do so. His mind was busy with his own plans. The certainty of his thoughts centered around the fact that he, too, would have to leave soon… very soon! He doubted that he could live in the same house with Charity without trying to make her, again… and again. And, she's got an attack of conscience… telling me never to touch her, again. Well… that's not too much of a surprise. The idea of getting fucked by your brother is… pretty far out… for her… I guess. One thing… the next guy that gets into her is going to get a lighted firecracker! He'll know he's been somewhere when he crawls off of her!

He decided that he'd have to see Ray Donahue, and to do that he'd have to go to school, of course, he didn't have to stay there. He and Ray could split, go truant… maybe Ray could come up with some ideas for raising more bread. It was necessary he have some stake before he took off; a person couldn't go on the street with nothing in his jeans. He figured, roughly, that he should have a couple hundred dollars in addition to what he had taken from the salesman. It was Ray, he was sure, who could come up with some surefire possibilities.

His thoughts, again, went back to Charity, and the memory of her beautiful young body, as it writhed in uncontrolled passion under him, made his blood begin to run hot in his veins and his penis to come up hard and erect. Damn! I've got to figure a way to get her in the sack, again! She's the hottest little cunt I've ever seen or even heard about! Of course, it could've been the pot that turned her on so hard… but, Christ… I think she's just naturally hot… like Mom probably is! The grass! Man! That's it! I could get her to turn on with that… almost any time! I think she sort of flipped for it… and I'd bet she's not a one-time girl for that!

Charity came through the dining room headed for her bedroom. Don looked up, noted her tear-streaked and swollen face. He started to say something, thought better of it and asked, instead, "You going to school, today, Char…?"

She didn't look at him. "No…" she answered, dismally. "I c-can't go to school, today… Will you pick up my assignments for me…?"

"Yeah… sure… if I get a chance."

"Don't put yourself out…!" Her voice was loaded with sarcasm.

"Char…?" he called, as she went through her door. "You going to be all right, here… by yourself?"

"I–I can take care of myself!" she snapped, closing the door hard. Inside her bedroom, she finished it for herself, "I–I'll have to… from now on!"

Don studied her closed door, for a moment, and observed to himself. "Too much… but hell… things are kind of strung out for her… I guess…"

He arose, went out to his motorcycle, kicked the engine into roaring life and headed out for his high school. He felt a measure of sympathy for his sister, but he had his own problems to work out. The sooner he split this bad scene the better!

"Lady, you got a problem… best I can tell you got some burned valves… maybe some bad bearings! Can't tell until we open it up…"

"H-How much would it cost me… t-to get it going, again?" she asked.

"Oh… maybe $175.00… might go as high as a couple hundred…" the mechanic told her.

"And, how long would it take to… fix it?"

"I'd have to have at least two days…"

Mentally, she calculated, casting her assets against the expense of the repairs and her forced stay. There would barely be enough money for it, but she wouldn't have money to continue her flight.

"All right… I–It has to be repaired…" she said, making her decision. "Is there a good m-motel near here…?"

"Sure… right down the avenue… be glad to run you down there in my pick-up."

He helped her with her luggage, carrying it into the room for her. It wasn't his usual services; hell, she was traveling alone and in trouble, and it didn't hurt business to put himself out a little.

Dottie stopped him at the door. "Thank you ever so much… Mr…?"

"Davis… Bill Davis…" he said, smiling.

She arched her eyebrows at him and smiled, "C–Could we make a deal… on the car repairs…?" she asked. "I–I'm alone and…"

Her invitation was instantly clear to him. He looked at her, admiring what he saw and said, "Lady… I really can't afford something like you… I'm just a plain old knucklebuster with a wife and four kids! Why don't you try some of the downtown cocktail lounges… the hunting's a lot better!"

Turning away from him, unable, now, to look at him, she said, "Th-Thank you Mr. Davis… I'll pick up my car when you're finished."

The mechanic left. He was elated. Damn! What a woman! It's too bad I'm such an old stick-in-the-mud married man! She'd really be something! Oh, well… I can dream! That evening, she dragged herself out, wearily, taxied downtown, found the most likely looking lounge and went in to sit alone… but only for a while.

She turned two tricks, satisfying both johns, in all particulars to the tune of fifty a piece, finally saying goodnight to the second one, an aging, loan company executive at two in the morning. To get rid of him, she had to promise that she would see him, again, some three days later.

"Of course, I'll be here… about ten in that same place… The Palo…" she stumbled on the name. She had had a couple more drinks than she was used to drinking. "… That club where I met you…"

"The Palomino Club…" he corrected.

"That's right… how could I forget… Then, it's settled… Three days… ten o'clock… the Palomino Club… Goodnight…" she smiled.

Her smile slid off her face as soon as the door was closed behind her. God! I'm tired!

She stuffed the bills into her purse. It would take another night like this one to get her out of Phoenix. As she stepped into the shower to wash off some of the unseen filth, she imagined was clinging to her skin, she saw herself in the mirror and smiled ruefully at the reflected contours of her lovely body. Well… I'm on my own… completely and absolutely! All I've got is me… and a beautiful shell of a body… and to keep going… I'll have to make it on my back… with a cock in my cunt…! And, there were no tears. She had already cried them all.

"Has my wife shown up here…?" he demanded.

"No… not yet."

"I'll be damned!"

He rode the bus home, getting off on the avenue and walking the few blocks, his anger increasing with almost every step. He stormed into the house, shouting, "Dottie! Dottie… you bitch… where the hell are you?"