The Book Of Vincent. Chapter Four.

Chapter Four

“Wait, WHAT!?!?!?!?” Vincent yelled when she told him. “I believe you need to come inside.” When she walked in, she was taken aback by what she saw. For when she first walked into the house, the room she was in was the living room, which looked like something from the Victorian Era.

“Your house is beautiful.” Her breath was taken away. Then she followed him into the kitchen.

“Want something to drink?” He asked as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a can of Tab. When he through the can toward her, she took the can and bite into it, sucking out the drink.

“So, is that how you drink?” Vincent said as he saw he drink.

“Yeah,” she said, crushing the can. “Only when I have a can. You want to sit? Daikaiju?” He moved over and sat across from her.

“I still can not believe it. It feels as if God is writing our lives and trying to make time go faster. Writing our lives story. So, what do you make of this?” He drank half of his Tab in a few quick gulps.

“I can’t believe I treated a guy who has been my friend for years like crap.” she said with a mini laugh. “Sorry I acted the way I did. I have uncounted a very hate breaking experience in my life. Do you just want me to tell you my life from my earliest memory to now?” Vincent said yes. Then she began her story:

My earliest memory was when I was three. I was having a birthday party. Oh, and to this day I can still remember every detail from the colors of the balloons to the people that where there. The day was perfect, until my parents started fighting. You see, my mother was a hardcore drunk that had spent a lot of money on the most expensive quality of liquor. And my father was an abusive person. This day was one of the biggest examples.

My mom, when she was sober, promised me that she would not get drunk at all that day. I was young, so I believed her. But, she got drunk anyway. So what did my father do? Beat the living hell out of her. You could hear the shouting down the street. It was terrifying. Some of the parents that were there took there kids and just left. Not helping them or trying to get them to stop. So, to block out the screams and yells, I went into my room and cried. That was when he came in.

He went to me and hugged me and everything was going to be all right, then I noticed something. His hands where moving down to my lower back then up my shirt. Then he started taking off my shirt. Remember, I was three years old back then. I was yelling at him to stop touching me, but every time I did, he would strike me across the face. Then, he took off my pants and inserted himself into me. It felt so wrong, so bad, so disgusting. I wanted to die so much. It hurt every time he inserted himself.

So the next day at school, I felt miserable. So, doing what the school has instructed us to do, I went to see a counselor. Being a child, I told her everything. Then a bunch of cops came and said I needed to go to a hospital. They also said my parents were under arrest due to neglect (mom) and physical and sexual abuse (dad). At the hospital, my lower half was checked for damage. Thankfully, there was none. Due to the circumstances, I was to stay at the hospital for a few days. A teacher would drop off my homework and would help me if I needed it.

A month later, I was in court prosecuting my parents. It was hard, but over time, I lost all respect for them. By order of the court, I was to be put into a foster home. It was hell in there, but not as bad as my parents. Oh, both of my parents were sentence to jail. For got how long, and I don’t care as long as they are away from me.

Two years have passed and I was adopted by two parents that had a lot of money. They bought me what ever I wanted. Books, games, toys, all I had to do was point my finger then it was mine. But soon I knew why they bought so much things for me. The father owned an illegal sweat shop the used child labor. One year later when I was six, I decided to call the cops and have the place shut down.

Now the sweat shop was that we had to stuff illegal drugs into items and distribute them to drug users. The drugs in there were worth billions of dollars. I remember seeing the faces of the other children that had to under go the same pain and torture I felt. The food was terrible, the screams were unbearable, and they did not care if you were sick or injured, you had to work. The only time you did not have to work is when you are dead.

So I was throne back into an orphanage until I was ten. Then, thank god, a stream of good luck had been formed. A loving, well respected family adopted me and finally gave me the life I always wanted. So then I made a group of good friends and was finally treated like a real person. Also, I had gotten a boyfriend. He knew all about me and my past, but he promised not to tell anyone, then he moved for a while.

I was not really affected by this until he returned. For when he returned, he was a totally different person. He used to dress clean cut, really handsome, but when he return, he shaved his head, wore baggy shirts, sagged pants, and spoke street a lot. So, I did not feel I loved him anymore. So, I done what my heart, brain, and soul told me to do: breakup with him. And he did not like that one bit.

So, what did he decide to do to get back at me? Tell the whole school my past. Then, everyone started calling me: practice, cow, slave girl, slut, whore, and it was not my fault! It was not my fault I had gotten a screwed up life! So, he was suspended for a while and had to go an alternative school for delinquents. He stayed there until I turned thirteen, which now leads to right now. So now he is back and has resurrected it all again.

Vincent was speechless. And he thought his life sucked, his life was It’s A Wonderful Life compared to hers. There was a moment of silence. Vincent looked and figured that he did not notice that she drank half a case of Tab. Then he looked into her eyes. In her eyes, he saw that tears were draining constantly. If there was one thing that he hated, it had to be a young lady crying. So, he done what was natural and that was to hug her.

“Thanks for listening.” she said, calming down.

“I’m so sorry. I did not know about how your life has been.” he was really disturb about how her life had been.

“If there is one thing that bugs me, then it would have to be people saying that they are sorry for ones misery.” Then they were very silent. She looked at the time and her eyes had grown wide. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.” Then, she left.

Wondering what the time was, his eyes had grown wide. They were talking for two and a half hours. While cleaning up the kitchen, his mother walked in carrying a few bags.

“Sorry I’m late, I went to the mall and picked up a few statues of cats.” Veronica LOVED cats. “So, how was your day?”

“It was okay. I will be taking the bus tomorrow.” Vincent said as he looked at his mother’s bags. “And remember, just because dad died does not mean we can spend it like hogs.” Taking the bags, he laid them onto the counter. He saw the cats and was impressed by there structure and detail.

“So,” Veronica asked suddenly “what do you want for dinner?” Thinking, he said. “I’ll fix some burgers. You already spent enough money as is.” All his mom did was smile. She thought: he is growing up to be a fine, young man, while he started preparing supper.