Last
Resort
“Daddy, I need your
help.”
Dazed and desperate,
Bonnie resorted to the last thing she swore on her dead mother’s grave she
wouldn’t do. A sweet thought of the mother she never knew crossed her mind as
she waited for the other end to respond. Belinda would have been rolling in her
grave if she knew what was going on between Bonnie and CASH, but then again
according to the birth certificate Bonnie found in CASH’s study, a woman named
Margo was her mother. Either or, it didn’t matter, CASH was the only parental
figure in Bonnie’s life, no matter how dysfunctional of a father he was.
A whole year later and
CASH knew it was only a matter of time before Bonnie would come crawling back
to him. He had been waiting actually, night and day for the call. That no good
bootlegger must have sucked her dry and forced her to finally come to her
senses, thought CASH. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“My princess! What
happened?” He asked all too eager. Bonnie could hear the excitement in his
voice but chose to ignore it; she was desperate and was in need of his help if
she was going to make it out alive. Through sniffles she responded.
“Daddy, I need you to
come get me. I’m at some dingy motel right off of McDale Boulevard. You need to
come right away!” She tried to stress the urgency in her voice as much as
possible as she whispered through the line. Hiding out in an infested room with
paper thin walls pushed more fear and paranoia on Bonnie than necessary. With
every second she remained unprotected she feared that either the cops would
burst in to drag her away or someone worse to drag her with them. The thoughts
were unimaginable, she swore someone was either raped or killed in the room
right next to her the night before. Every night in fact, because on that side
of town no one was there for good reasons.
“McDale Boulevard? Why
would you be on that side of town sweetheart? It’s dangerous.” His voice was
too calm and sensitive for her liking. She halfway expected for him to curse
her out and vow for her head to be chopped off but Bonnie had seen enough of
CASH’s business transactions to know that that’s not the way he got down. He
liked to torture his victims, slow and steady so that when it came to the end
they begged for death. Ironically CASH never killed those kinds of people, he
rather let them live and suffer with the painful reminder that no one fucked
with CASH and got away with it. Bonnie just hoped that her actions and status
as his only child would make up for her stealing ten million dollars of his
money; she prayed that he would look past it.
“Daddy please I know I
really fucked up but I was dumb and I let Cam talk me into it but he’s…he’s…”
CASH pressed the phone
closer to his ear as Bonnie’s voice trailed off. Anticipation to hear what
happened to that vile creature caused him to slightly lose his cool. “Yes
honey, he’s what? What happened to Cameron?”
All the strength in the
world couldn’t bring her to let those words come out of her mouth. Since the
very first moment she laid eyes on Cameron, she never thought in a million
years they would be in the place they were in. He was the love of her life, she
would have died for him. But now…
“He’s uhh…Daddy please
I really need for you to come get me. I’m at the Laymin motel on McDale, the
one on the corner. Please come daddy, I need you.” And with that she hung up
the phone. Not then, not now. Her lips trembled too much for her to say it. She
never wanted to say it, she wished it wasn’t true. What kind of monster had she
become?
To be continued...
- Tiffany Li
No comments:
Post a Comment