“Only in absence could pain live without longing." A wise whore

Chapter 6: Mistakes Were Made

“Diamonds, what diamonds?” I asked Father, feeling misled.

I was speechless, and father could see as much.

“The earrings glued to those cute ears of yours,” he replied. A teeny tiny part of me had held a grudge against Papa for almost sending me into shock about two hours ago but now I felt like a disgrace.

‘A disgrace,’ those words were heavy. They didn’t feel like foreign words. A forgotten face was on my mind- Papa does so much for me, always looking out for me. He cooks, cleans, and pampers me when no one else would. And if I didn’t know how Biology worked, I’d say he was my mother.

“Yes,” the voice of my imagination agreed with me. "Ignoring it." I always do.

Papa was the Father I took for granted, who cares if he wronged me that once I never thank him enough. 'What Is Wrong with me?' I thought, begging the question.

“Papa is my Papa,” I mumbled, not the slightest bit embarrassed, and just like that, the waterworks were unleashed first a drop, then a drizzle followed by the flood. I wiped my right hand over my eyes trying to stop the white and blue specks and flecks from getting on my clothes. Father had slowed down even more getting us over to the far side of the room so no one, especially Papa on a makeshift stage wouldn't see me.

Staring at me in what looked to be confusion and eyes of wonder he asked, “Love, what’s wrong?” and I wanted to cry even harder as Papa’s voice still singing in the background drowned out my sobs of sorrow with the words “So take these words, and sing out loud because everyone is forgiven now,” those words were hitting way too hard at the moment. It felt like he was talking to me but how could he know the current turmoil my mind was in when that was most likely not the case?

"Dada, I mean Father,” I don’t call him that anymore snapping back into reality and trying to fix my scattered thoughts. Father had given me the maroon handkerchief that was tucked away in his tuxedo's front pocket, causing me to blow into it like there was no tomorrow looking at the night sky for he had found a safe place a bit sparse of onlookers in the corner of the room. He had steered us outside of the encirclement of people and now we stood next to a large glass window.

After a couple of minutes of letting me squeeze, myself dry of tears Father asked, “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong now, or do you want to wait till later?”

I turned my head away from him in embarrassment if only he had just said “Let the Dance Begin," like Papa would have.

"The night is almost over. I got to say you’ve done a great job so far honey,” kissing my forehead father fled the crime scene.

I was shocked ‘some Father he is’, he just abandoned me here disappearing and merging into the crowd of Randoms like some silent assassin. I was about to boil over thinking about the betrayal when I noticed the clapping and standing ovation that ensued after his leave. A wave of white flecks came in my direction at eleven O'clock. Then he appeared thumping me on my forehead lightly like a snow rabbit finding a lonesome tree in the winter after coming up from a snow burrow.

“Eve, you asked to be in the garden, I gave you the garden, so no tears. I can tell you’ve been crying,” Papa said while I looked at the angel face who had come in my time of need. I was taken aback by the metaphor that included one of his many pet names for me, his whole sentence leaving me with a handful of questions. The tears came flooding back as I paid attention to his actual handsome face ignoring the specks in his eyes that were almost identical to my own.

“I’m asha-” trying to sound out the word ashamed Papa had moved his left hand from my forehead and flicked my nose with a finger.

“I didn’t raise you to be ashamed ever, don’t make me knock out my own daughter. Fine Black men such as your handsome Papa here has enough problems as is, un accounting this evening. If you are ashamed, I am ashamed. Trust me when I tell you I have nothing to be ashamed about.” Papa threatened all while looking deep into my hazel eyes.

I knew his threat was a dud, but I was still scared into silence. “I’m proud of you, so I’ll let you off the hook. Go on, scurry up to your room. It's late, I'll be up to send you off soon.” Papa was giving me an option of retreat that I was ready to take. I turned around ready to walk off when he spoke up, “You are forgetting something.”

A cold bucket of water was thrown over my head. But I could only shake it off and continue the dance. I smiled with warmth, kissed Papa on the cheek, and walked off.

'Onward to the promised land,' I thought, already in a better mood moving into the crowd and pushing myself to the doorway that would lead to the dining room, home to the heavenly staircase. All was good, I had adjusted to the jumble of specks and flecks not daring to let my eyes linger on anything or anyone. Who knew that focus would suddenly come so easily.

Rejoicing at the coming end of the dance of etiquette minding my own business on the way to my room. A truck of "Shit” hit me and I corrected my imagination's bad language, aware of the slippery slope using dung instead even though the word had already hit the air.

I was about to cover my nose when I realized that the green didn’t have a smell. The color would just stick to me for a minute and dissipate but it still was an eyesore. Almost sighing out loud I put on a charming smile and was about to say excuse me for something that wasn’t my fault. Picking myself up off of the floor the “shit” voiced the whispers. The "Man” had taken the liberty to grab me off of the floor “Precious!” Screamed my mind as if Golem had come to life. The familiar-looking man bowed his head in what I took for an apology.

Almost starting to walk up the stairs to my own devices. I rolled my shoulders which felt heavier yet looser after the dance. That's when my slip of the tongue hit me “Precious,” I thought, raising my right hand to my neck and widening my eyes in horror near rage.

I reined my voice back in so that I wouldn’t cause a scene, thinking of Papa’s ‘rules of etiquette’.”

One foot after the other, feeling the white lights graze off of me. I scrambled to the floor , eyes scanning the carpet staircase “shit” my mind whispered.

A perfectly rational girl may have shouted “Thief” at the top of her lungs, but I was panicking and so close to home base maybe there was a miscommunication, a misunderstanding. I wanted to see the brighter side of a night that altogether wasn’t so bad. I hadn't broken any vases, ruined any priceless painting, or scraped or scratched any walls this evening. Today was a good day, I shouldn't let this mishap ruin it.

I followed the shit “See this is what I’m talking about.”

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I was disappointed with myself only for the voices of insanity to reply “yes, precious,” to what I assumed to be agreement and approval of word choice and situation.

Sighing, I followed the green clouds of world feces to the name. only to see the guy speeding up so I increased my volume “Excuse me!” trying not to yell too loud and disturb the guests having a good time creating a big scene.

The closer I got the faster the thief ran, and boy could I feel a chill in the air as I got closer to him. “Precious!” Screamed my inner demons.

'That’s my chill!' I thought, panic overtaking me as I broke character. The jig was up if the white specks flooded in, I’d play a game of hot and cold I couldn't care less. Mr. Thief was going to run me my jewel.

“That’s my precious!” I screamed, noticing heads turn my way in the kitchen where the piece of shit was getting away. Realizing my mistake, I yelled “Thief!!!” right after as the guy opened the kitchen door and headed outside.

Are these people on drugs? I thought “Help!!!!” I shouted again at the top of my lungs as a couple of people moved in my direction, but no one ran and out the kitchen back door I went off to get my blood ruby.

As I ran outside the white specks were getting dimmer, almost getting cut off by the night sky, but I could feel that a few eyes were still on me, so I was safe still following after the piece of shit thief.

'Yes, I said "shit" are you happy now?!' I hadn't said the word, merely thought it. But I took no pleasure in losing the mental battle.

“Yes,” came a whisper. I am well aware of my descent into lunacy.

I screamed at the top of my lungs for someone, preferably my knights in shining armor to come and save me but no one did. The dim gray specks once white were avoiding me. Once what had flourished at my appearance and presence had fled after my scream. The spotlights were dimming one by one.

It was all out of my control Adrenaline rushing and something else was thrusting me towards the shit cloud of green. Come to think of it, I didn't even like the necklace all that much. But my legs weren't mine to control neither were my emotions. 'I could take one guy, What's the worst that could happen?' The guy looked to be only two inches taller than me. A mistake on my part forgetting to subtract the height of the two-inch heels.

My thoughts were everywhere but I couldn't stop now. Why was I being so cocky, this was stupid it was only a necklace, amulet, whatever. After about five minutes of chasing shithead to the end of the estate, not tired or anything, I grew even colder thinking about leaving my prison for a palace that didn’t seem too bad at the moment.

Shit head was approaching the back gate that I thought he would climb but seeing the white flecks hit my torso I knew something bad was going to happen. There was no way he had about four more eyes in the back of his head.

I kept my momentum which had me traveling at a decent speed to throw my body weight. I aligned my body with the green fog of specks murkier than German's grays. I aimed dead center squinting to see the outline of the guy's neck peeping through the flowing blue slightly red veins that lay inside.

Jumping in heels was a bad idea, but I’d been running in them just fine. There was no stopping the train once it was moving on the tracks.

“Precious!” Screamed the imagination of a mad girl, I agreed wholeheartedly to put my self-defense classes to use. As the dark blonde guy turned around grinning, I was already flying through the air aiming for his neck.

On impact, the guy went flying toward the estate's back entrance, the gate slowly flung open with a rustling swing. I could hear the unpleasant sound of my three-inch, two-inch heel hitting his neck but nothing too serious, kind of sounded like Papa's mallet hitting a steak. He had a hard time breathing for a minute is all. He croaked as I fell on my butt almost twisting my ankle. Everything was happening so fast, so I rose from my sitting position watching as the guy squirmed on the ground in front of me holding his neck for what seemed like dear life.

“Ah quit exaggerating,” I said a little concerned for the guy, it was a pretty good kick on my part. The white specks had lessened just a bit, but my eyes could tell someone was watching me from the other side of the back gate.

Hurrying it up I tried my best to duck and get to my necklace somewhere on the thief angrily squirming around grasping his neck. I could smell the measly amount of blood spilled but nothing proved to be fatal. He'd be left with a small gash or a scar maybe. I kind of wanted to apologize just thinking about it.

Squatting down and reaching into the familiar-looking guy's front pocket I found my cold-blood ruby and was ready to sprint back for the house. It was dawning on me, the green fog. I'd seen it before.

The Thief tried to speak but was busy holding his neck, I'm guessing something was caught in his throat.

White specks were getting way too comfortable floating toward my mid-section, and I could hear approaching footsteps. Taking off like a track star in heels not finding it funny, at all, the situation I was in or the song that explained the scenario perfectly.

I planned on running away before I found myself in a bind. Clutching my necklace, I was a second away from making a clean escape. Heels and all technically I had left the estate. If I didn’t know that I had almost killed a man for my necklace, I would’ve grinned.

“Oh, shoot,' I thought this was bad. I was definitely about to get tackled from my left side bracing myself for the impact, down I went.

My fight or flight didn't get a chance to set in before I lost my breath to the forearm smashing into my stomach.

I screamed and kicked like my life depended on it scratching and clawing for dear life “Oh God, I had it too good, didn’t I!?" I contemplated my Princess life while kicking and screaming at the slender man who had me in a headlock on the ground.

It was the dead of night, and here I was isolated and alone. I'd run right into a trap made for a fun-sized idiot in a little black dress. 'I am so stupid!!'

My voice was growing hoarse from all the screaming but at least I wasn't knocked out or unconscious.

“Quiet you little bitch,” the man hissed with his neck pinning mine.

The only thing on my mind was how much the guy's breath stank, I was in tears. Screaming for Papa and Daddy to come and save me but no one ever did. It was now three against one. And that was counting the third person running up to help the shitty guy bleeding on the floor,

To my surprise the third guy jumped over the guy on the floor. Only to come over and place what I thought was a dirty stinky shirt over my head.

I was outnumbered and scared after the first guy, so I just stopped screaming and played dead. What else could I do? The voice of reason had gone silent.

Two of them were lifting me in my little black dress like a log while I had my necklace in a death grip, I wouldn’t let go of the thing even if I could. My hands were clammy and all I could smell was some weird mix of dirt and onion. Whatever was in the back of the van smelled foul. Trying to ignore the stench I stayed focused on my hands wrapped in duct tape.

My palms were starting to hurt so I focused on loosening my grip which was hard at first but after a minute my hand could breathe. In defeat, after getting tossed in the back of a trunk I started thinking of ways to escape. I was still playing dead observing the specks and the duct tape my hands and legs were now in, watching the shit fog guy through the Shirt and duct tape they had put on me. Seeing the guy bleed was starting to bring me joy which made me cry even more.

'I hate these guys' I thought tired, exasperated to a point.

I had become a trope on such an important day of my life "Please don’t kill me I want to live. I’ve only been to the mall and the hospital." I wanted to plead. “Don’t isekai me!” But all the three heard were bouts of muffled mumbling.

After what I thought was another twenty minutes the party was probably, most likely over, and my parents were likely looking for me.

‘Yeah, they had to be. Everything is fine.’

“She’s really quiet,” a woman said to the driver who was smiling ear to ear. It was a woman for sure hearing her voice and looking at her crotch.

'Traitor,' watching the three through my head was covered with eagle vision. I hoped desperately that they wouldn't try anything.

Each second, they drove further and further away from home, each minute I hadn't screamed or begged for my freedom I felt an immense regret. A strangling fear created a lump in my throat which let silence presume.

Playing possum I peered past the cramped smelly van, watching every streetcar and lamp post pass me by. I was slowly losing interest in the three who had kidnapped me. It was simply better on my mind to focus on a way to get back home.

I sighed letting out the hot tears. I didn't even have my phone! How could I have left my phone!?