He put on his smile. I saw beyond it. Evil. Malicious. I trembled. Like a gentleman, He approached. "It's been ages, girl! Come to me." I felt numb. I felt weak. I felt I would fall any moment. Knees wobbly. Heart pounding. Stomach churning. I managed to blurt out a feeble, "No, uncle!!" How I wanted to scream. How badly I wanted to cry out loud. Nothing would work. His getting closer And my feverish denials Evaporated He took me in his arms. Not me. One hand supporting my butts. The other caressing my waist. His face right on my bosom. The desire. Lust. All fueled up. And I stopped. My entire system seemed dysfunctional. I was his prey. He was my master. It's immoral to refuse. Only I could hear My heart sobbing Vehemently blabbering, "Haven't I had enough of this already?"
Recovering from the stupor, Martha looked around. Her head throbbing, she felt like pulling her hair out. She tried tugging at them but stopped right in time, hearing her clock chime. She stood up. Her legs unsupportive. She managed a few steps, grabbing at the things that came her way and fell on the couch with a thud. She thought to herself, "Will this never end?" And looked at the frame again. Arthur was smiling. Or grinning may be. "Don't you see? Our Jason is lying still. Do you think he's dead?", she spoke in a trembling voice. Waiting for an answer, she paused. Agitated, she screamed, "What the heck, Arthur? When did you change? How can you be so insensible? I never hated you more.", as if the man in the frame would suddenly incarnate and speak and console. She threw a lamp aiming for the fixture. The frame got a few scratches, no harm done. The lamp was in pieces. Shattered. On the floor mat. Dangerously shiny. Prisms for the sun rays. She sobbed in her palms, mumbling to herself. All those moments of raising Jason, watching him grow up flashed right before her eyes. She was crying uncontrollably. Her weeping overshadowed her phone's ring. It rang again. She didn't notice. It rang for the third time. She didn't seem to hear. It kept going on. It was in the seventh time I think she heard. She heard. She stopped. She didn't turn. It rang again. The same customized "Love Story". Her tears stopped. Her breaths now faster, her pulse now more frequent, "Is this for real? No. I won't check. My ears are ringing. This is nothing. This has to be nothing." She paused. Closed her eyes. Monitored her breath. Turned around and looked for her phone. She saw it on the table besides the couch. She reached for it and the display said ~ 8 missed calls Arthur, 2 unread messages Arthur. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her grip loosened and her phone fell down. She stared into the emptiness of the study. Horrified. Terrified. Transfixed. She shifted her gaze from the frame to Jason then down at her phone. She cried, "Forgive me for I have sinned. But I can't take this. No way". She heard a distant hoarse voice speak, "I am game, Martha. Be convivial. Now that I'm here." She couldn't move. Tears were the only thing happening. She covered her ears. Shut her eyes. She yelled. She shrieked. She screeched. She howled. She was so into this that she didn't feel any presence, she didn't detect a movement, she didn't hear a muffled laughter right behind her. The next moment she felt a sharp stinging sensation on her neck and she fainted.
Something that holds me. Something that pulls me back. Something that doesn't let me crack up. Even on the weirdest of puns. I never could infer. I always wanted to. I couldn't. I am a failure. That's not what they said. That's what I say. That's what I know. There's nothing really. Nothing is for real. Nothing goes against my whims. Nothing seems fast. May be I'm too much into fantasies. May be stuffs right in my head are implausible. May be I'm too slow. May be it's me who can't keep up. May be I'm just dumb. I never have an answer to "What's wrong?" I tried framing this the other way round. I started, "What's not wrong?" Snap! I couldn't answer this either. What would I make of this? Just like some sane person would. There's this beautiful question now. Am I not insane? I don't know this too. Frustrated, I asked myself, "What do you really know?" I freaked out and fucked up. "What do you want?" ~Okay. I got this. Solo tripping. Dog therapy. Standard vegan food. Deluxe hotels. Hills. Snow. SOLO. MIND ME. "You crazy?" ~What the hell man? That was you. You started. Why do you behave as if all I spoke was trash? "Because you did." ~I just answered all you asked. "That's utter shit you're happy about." ~ I should just shut up may be. Like forever. "Ego, huhhh!" (Rolling eyes) ~Dude, pardon. Lemme go. Leave me alone. I'm absolutely fine. I'm growing. Each day. Each moment. I am all good. I just whine about. That's highly unimportant. I feign, may be. "You double faced b****" ~ I two time. I lie. I shed unnecessary tears. All in all, I'm bad. Happy now? So just let me be.
She tiptoed right into his study. She realized he was muzzy through her eyes. Snap!! She'd forgotten her specs like always. She stood there and wondered whether to grab her specs or get to him fast. She couldn't wait. So she went in. She stood close by his couch. She saw that his book had fallen off and as she bent down to pick it up, she saw him asleep, that's what she felt then. She picked up The Fault in Our Stars. She ran her palms over the cover and felt a sudden emotional gush. She looked down at him, and kept on staring till she could feel her tears burning her skin. She wiped them off and knelt down, ruffled his hair, kissed him on his forehead. He didn't buzz. He wasn't a heavy sleeper, never. She whispered into his ears, "Jason, my boy, get up!! Momma's home. Sorry I got caught up. I'm here to make it up for you." He didn't even move. She felt his hands and they were unreasonably cold. She heard her heart pounding. Her hands trembled. She was sweating like a pig in mid December. She couldn't even get up. She reached for his pulse. There was nothing. She went for his neck to find something again nothing. She pressed her ears against his chest. Nothing. All she heard was some unfathomable commotion outside. She felt her heart would come out, tearing her chest any moment. She blabbered, "This cannot happen. Jason, baby. Momma loves you. You need to get up. We'll go to the theatre and dine outside. We'll get a pair of new shows for you my love." She was in tears. Nothing would stop. She shook him and felt her body go limp. She screamed, "Open your eyes, Jason. For God's sake. Jason..... Jason.... Jason.... And the voice faded. Tears running down her cheeks, she kept looking at him. Her head was reeling. She knew she could pass out any moment now. She turned. She turned and saw Allan smiling at her from the frame. She struggled to get herself smile back. She did. Just in time. Before her eyes closed and she fell. Jason's dangling hand touching Martha's blonde.