The Forgetting- Part 5 - Pure Pulp

by: Stanislaus I. Skoda

(c) Sam Skoda

Frank let the bottle slip from his hand down onto the floor. He stared glumluy at the tv, and the final score of the game showing. His team had lost." Should never had replaced Dobson, " he muttered, than leaped from his chair." Goddamn it!" he swore, an anger building slowly in his hot wired brain. There was no general reason for his anger, for his hate. It had simply been slowly building in his mind as the years piled up, crashing into each other like cars on the freeway in a CHiPs episode. Life seemed to be moving too fast recently. Frank felt like he was no longer able to control his life.The knowledge that his bosses saw him as a mere device for the making of money made him feel impotent, the vastness of the corporation to big to fight. He knew he was shit, but couldn't admit it. At some deep level, Frank knew the hollowness of their smiles. Like the one time he'd gone to the city for work. He'd been on his feet all day and was tired. He went to this one restaurantbut when they heard he just wanted a drink, they politely and firmly told him that one must order 7.50 dollars worth of food if one sat at a table. He had just wanted to shout at them " Goddamn it let me rest , just a minute!" But he knew they wouldn't. He left and ended up drinking alone in his motel six room alongside the freeway. He just wanted a rest, he worked hard, supporting his wife, and raising that kid of theirs. It was like he was under constant bombardment, from work, family, everything. The burden only vanished as the alchohol drained out of the bottle. Blurrily he grabbed another beer off the table and opened it, taking a swig. Hearing his wife Linda in the kitchen he went stumbling to find her. She was making a meal for tommorrow, and she was talking to herself. "Now what, talkin' to hers'self, another looney in the family." he mumbled, the words escaping through his clenched teeth. But he paused, leaning against a wall, listening to her talk as she kneaded some dough, sprinkling water from a bowl on it every once in a while, like a priest blessing bowed heads with holy water." That's right, Trevor, help your mom with dinner. No, don't put those greasy hands into your lovely golden curls. Come on, let mom take that spoon, here." Frank took another gulp of beer, wiping his mouth with a meaty hand, wiping it on his stand white tee shirt. "Talking about that goddamn Trevor." he mumbled to himself, "Lazy freak." He listened some more."See, Trevor, I make this now so I don't have to make this tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to go meet with Nancy and Peggy to see who was awarded the thousand points of life certificate at the community center. It's a certificate, signed by the president and everything. Maybe they will choose me, I have done a lot for the D.A.R.E. program, maybe you'll see it with your sparkling blue eyes. Oh, you are a point of light!"" She's as happy as coco puffs, " Frank mumbled, her and her community service. Seems like every night he wanted to fuck her she was at some community anti drug fund raiser. Right, couldn't she see her own kid was a damn druggie right here in our own house! Is she blind!, Fuck. If I ever catch him at it... He left the rest unthought, and raised the bottle again, but stopped. Wait a minute, Trevor had brown eyes, not blue, and black hair, not blonde. What the fuck was she talking about. Probably the goddamn stillborn. A rage grew in him hot and bright., She had always moped about their first, brief child,, and it made him feel guilty, like it had been his fault, his chromosome or some fuckin thing like that. But it wasn't! And when they had been told by the doctor that it would be dangerous for her to get pregnant, she had gone and adopted that kid, and now look at him, couldnt care less for his old man! For anyone! He'll show her a point of light! Turning rapidly the corner into the kitchen he smashed the bottle against the wall, sending glass flying in amber lights, roaring at her as she jumped back in suprise."Goddamn it woman! Let it be let it be!!" He yelled into her face, spittle flying, pointing at her with the broken beer bottle, its sharp edges wanting to cut out that silent accusation he could feel in her eyes. There was a still moment as he stood facing her with the threataning bottle, and she leaned herself back and away from him against the counter, blinking shocked. A buble seemed to burst in Franks head, a pain behind his eyes. A clarity opened and vanished. Frank lowered his bottle, what was he doing." Oh God, Linda, I'm drunk, I didn't mean to... this bottle, nothing, nothing.." He felt ashamed, but he tried to look into her eyes. She blinked slowly, than said comfortingly, " oh Frank, you just shocked me, and the breaking of the...!"" Im sorry, I'm sorry, " He rushed up to her and put his armaround her waist. she reached out and handed him another beer. Leaning forward he kissed her on the lips. She could smell the beer on his breath. He kissed her again, " Darlin, you knows I luvs ya.." He whispered into her ear, slipping his hand under her shirt. She smelled like butter." Frank," she laughed, "you know I have to get this.." " Yes, yes," he said, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her hips, as her hands went under his shirt and stroked his gut. " A thousand points of light, a thous..""Ohh, !" Linda gasped in sudden pain, stumbling back agaisnt the counter."Ohh god! it hurts" she grasped her stomach and leaned over."Honey, what!, where, are you ok?" Frank asked, grabbing her, supporting her."Is it your stomach? Do you need some rolaids, pepto?" he asked concerned as waves of pain crisscrossed her features. Nothing like this had ever happened before. He lead her her to the chair, " Here, sit here, relax and I'll get ypou something. " She gave him a brief, scared look, and then the convulsions started. Her whole body began to jerk, tremble, and spasm. Her head tilted back and short gasps came from her mouth, her neck muscles strained. Spit began to spill out of her mouth as her grunts got loud. Frank backed away in shock." What the fuck!! Jezus christ!!" As he watched her stomach began to puff out. Her hands reached down and took off her shirt, took off her underwear, dropped them around her feet. Unhooked her bra as if she was confined. Her stomach began to grow. She backed herself onto the table, sending bowls and dough flying to the ground with a crash. Then she twitched violently, breathing hard, her legs up and spread apart, opening wide, wide so that something could be pushed out, something that had suddenly grown inside her and wanted out. She doubled up and screamed." My god, the pain, make it stop frank!" Frank watched in disbeleiving horror. his gaze traveled to the beer in his hand and back to the table as his wife gave birth. Blood and fluids poured out, making a slip and slide for this unimaginable happening. A feotous, a minature human shape began to slowly appear head first out of Linda as she screamed. It plopped to the ground with a sound like rotten fruit, followed by afterbirth and attached by an umbilical cord. Frank watched stunned as this small thing feebly crawled around on the linoleum. He glanced amazed from it to his naked wife spread eagle on the table. She looked at him out of unknowing, completely scared eyes. She had no idea as to what was happening. " What... " Frank began, but Linda tilted her head back again and began to scream. As nore blood spurted out, Frank could make out another head appearing from between her legs. She was giving birth again. frank stumbled back, leaning against the stove. The bottle dropped from his hand, unnoticed, and smashed against the floor. frank dropped to his knees, his head in his hands, the glass cutting into his flesh. if he could only close his eyes to it... then he heard a sound. a tiny sound, the sound of the baby he had always wanted. crying out, wanting his love. he opened his fingers, peering through the distorted sliver of light and image. another baby lay on the table. he looked at his wife and cringed. another one was coming. and another. babies, falling out, crying in unison, a morbid choir of need. frank slumped, plugging his ears. he would just have to get used to it. it was what he had always wanted.

...To Be Continued!!!

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