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Chapter 9.
The flight to Brisbane was less than 1.5 hours, but it felt like a life time. I was sweating all the way, fear of flying? fear of height? fear of plunging to earth? All of those, for sure, the dream run between me and David, would it last? A Big Big "?". He held my hands all the way from Sydney to Brisbane, until the plane landed in Brisbane Airport. During the trip, I did look out the window, nothing except clouds, bloody boring. Between David and me, we only took with us the Nike bag, all we brought basically a change of undies and our tooth brushes. At the exit, a guy in uniform held up a placard with Mr. Biggs on it. If it wasn't for David, I would have walked straight pass him, never came across my mind my name would appear in public. The limo was waiting outside of the terminal, I was a tad disappointed it was a standard Stateman, wouldn't it be something to turn up with a stretched limo, the talk of the town alright. The driver introduced himself as John, after looking up the street directory for my home, he said "with a bit of luck, we should arrive there just after ten as the traffics are light at this hour, would you guys like the radio or some music?" We declined.
We travelled in silence, David had his hand on my knee, and mine on his. The memory of our first meeting came back to me. My hand crept up slowly towards his groin, when it reached the fly, I pressed down onto his lump, it grew instantly. I turned my head and watched him, he sat there motionlessly, then slowly turned towards me, when he saw my wicked smile, he uttered a hiss and said softly "behave or I'll kick you out of the car" I looked at the driver, he was concentrating on his driving, probably nothing would surprise him, or just being discreet? I reluctantly withdrew my hand.
Fell asleep with the help of rocking motion of the car, getting up at 3:30 a.m. this morning was first for me. Next came a sudden jolt and then someone was shaking me, "wake up, Josh, we're here" Our car stopped in front of a single storey house with a small overgrown lawn, brown bricks, sad, and lonely. "I think you better wait for me in the car" I said to David. Then John the driver opened the door for me, a bit too much, will never get use to this. When I stepped out of the car, I noticed next door neighbor Betty Newman was gawking.
"Morning, Betty"
"Oh, is that you Josh" she quickly walked closer to the fence, "you are too late for your sister's funeral, Josh" she continued "I'm so sorry, that business of your poor sis Jenny" then she pointed at the limo "is that your car?"
"No, not mine, its a hired car" "Oh?" she probably wondered how could I afford that, curiosity killed that cat.
"Your mom took it badly, and I also know that she's been worried sick about you, why didn't you call earlier, all these time she wondered what happened to you" Curiosity, curiosity. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Newman, will you excuse me? I need to talk to mom before my old man wakes up" Escaped from the clutch of the nosy neighbor. I used my key to open the front door.
Mom was stunned with me appeared out of nowhere. She stood there staring at me, disbelief all over her face. "Oh Josh" she muttered. "Mom, how are you?" she didn't look good at all, dark rings around her eyes, hairs all dried up, lips pale, old dress hung on her skeleton-like 5'6 frame. There were little furnitures in the house. No T.V., no Hi-Fi, things of value were sold off long ago to feed the old man's addiction. "Is he still in bed?" she nodded. "Was sis buried or cremated?" She pointed at the urn on the mantelpiece, then started sobbing. I felt the pain in my heart, walked up to mom and put my arms around her. Tears rolling down my cheeks, memories flooded back.
No time for sorrows, first thing first, "Mom, lets get out of here, I need to have a quick word with you". I took her hand and we went outside. Mrs. Newman was at the fence, waiting for us, no doubt. I ignored her and went straight to the limo. John saw me and got out of the driver's side and about to open the door for me. "Don't worry John, Thanks" I opened the passenger door, "Mom, let me introduce Brother David, he is the one who sponsored my trip and paid for all this". I ushered her into the middle and I got inside next. "Thank you so much, Brother David, for looking after my son" they were shaking hands. "John, could you please drive two blocks down and turn left? and stop right next to the small park there please?" "Sure"
"David, would you excuse us?" "Sure" Mom and I got out. We walked up to a park bench and sat down. "Mom, my only purpose of this trip is to ask you come and live with us in Sydney. She obviously didn't pick up on the word "US".
"What about your father?"
"Let him be, that prick brought nothing but grieves to all of us for years"
"But he is still your father, and husband to me for the last 20 years" She carried on about how he was a good father before the death of his parents, a good provider, blab blab blab, it was all the fault of acoholm blab blab blab.
"But what about the death of Jenny?"
"She was unstable before her death, you dad got drunk the night before her suicide and just had a few harsh words with her, you can't blame him for her death!" Blood rushed to my head.
"Oh Yeah? A few harsh words, eh? More like rape to me!"
"How could you say that about your Dad? He is a decent man despite of his addiction, your sister had been telling lies about your dad for years because of her illness, God bless her soul"
"So Jenny told you about the rapes? and you thought she was confused and telling lies?"
"Yes, even her doctors said so" So Jenny was doomed from the start, I should've stood up to the fucking prick and reported him, sorry, sorry, sorry, my poor sis.
"Mom, I saw it with my own eyes, my own very eyes, we were sharing the same room, remember? I was too afraid to say anything, it started when she was only 13, and I was 14 then, and that bastard continued to rape here throughout the years" This bit of information took all the oxygen out of her, she went all pale and started shaking, her fists clenched, unclenched, more tears, disbelief, revelation.
"I have been carrying all these guilts for years, if I had a bit of courage and stood up to that piece of shit from the beginning, if I had told you after I left home, Jenny would still be alive, I'm guilty, Mom, it's all my fault, my inaction, I am ashamed, Mom, I'm so very sorry"
"No Josh, I'm partly to blame, all these years I thought they were her crazy talks, Oh, my little girl, my poor Jenny" We hugged each other on the bench, birds chirping, winds started to stir up the dust, "Mom, come with me, he is not going to change, he will not get help, he is too deep into the drinks" Resolution on her face.
"Lets go, Josh, I haven't got much to pack, I don't need much to live on, all I need is a little bed somewhere at you place, it should be good enough for me. I was blinded by my loyalty to him. No more deceptions. I have enough, time for me to live my own life" Rejoice, thank you lord, and thank you, once more, Brother David.
Mrs. Newman still at the fence, would she ever give up? Mom definitely didn't have much to pack, it only took her less than half an hour to get ready, all of her belongings in that dark garbage bag, talking about being poor, we were at the bottom of the heap. "Mom, don't forget your driver's license and Medicare card" "Thanks for reminding me, I'll get them now"
"Josh, do you have any money with you?" "Sure, Mom" I took out the wad of cash David gave me. "How much do you need?" "A few hundreds, if its Okay with you" "Here's 4 hundreds bucks" "Thanks, Josh, I'll pay you back oneday" "Don't worry about it"
She found pen and paper, wrote a short note, put the cash on top of the note. She still had the welfare of that bastard at her heart. She gave me the garbage bag, eh, her belongings, to carry, then went over to the mentelpiece and picked up the urn with sis's ashes, "Lets go". We opened the front door and went out. Mrs. Newman was still at the fence! Mom went over and kissed her on the cheeks, said her good-bye, murmured something into Betty's ears, then left the house without once looked back.
I got in first this time, I wanted to be near my man, who saved not only me, but also my Mom. When we were in the car, I asked David what should we do now? things happened not as per plan. Mom sat there quietly, her destiny in our hands. David made a few calls on his mobile, I heard the mention of our names, then he turned and said "All done, we will be on the evening flight back to Sydney, which is 7:30 p.m" Money helped to spin the world around alright.
We bought her a little carry on bag on our way to the Brisbane Airport, she now looked like a traveller, and it turned out to be her first ever flying experience as well, she looked paler. It's in the family, fear of height!
To be continued.....