#Sunday Reads

April 27, 2019

“You have 24 hours to contact me, or the consequences will be catastrophic.”

A text arrived from her father, and though not out of the ordinary, there was a part of Gypsy that shivered with fear. All of her life, she had run from this man, but today, she was tired. There would be no more running. If the devil were coming, he would get his due. Tears wasted for years on this man. Her father using his powers to threaten the only daughter he had ever produced.

April 28, 2019

“Your time has run out. Believe me, when I say this, I will never see you alive again.”

The text was brief and again to the point. Gypsy knew his scare tactics and how he operated when he didn’t get his way. When a man is used to being the bully, he will never change no matter who the person is that he is terrorizing. Spencer John Kennedy is a man who no one told no. When Mary Elizabeth was born, his sights changed from his wife to his daughter. The sickness of owning something beautiful took over and made him mad with power. His threats in the past had never been open-ended, and she was sure they held merit now. The curse of the Kennedy clan now resting on Mary.

April 29, 2019

“I have located the target. Mary is living alone on Sanibel Island in Florida. She does have those two whores there with her, but the way they all have been drinking, they will be passed out, and no one will know until she is gone. I will give them tonight, but tomorrow, her body will be on its way home to Hyannis Port.”

A man hired, another one on the payroll. This was not his first hit. He worked for a family well known in the mafia world. The best money could buy and a decorated sharpshooter.

May 29, 2019, 12 pm

“I can’t open my eyes. The sun is killing me,” Gypsy groaned, rolling off the couch, her body made a loud thud as she hit the floor. “I feel so sick. I shouldn’t have drunk all,” she groaned. Stopping, the young blond sprinted to the bathroom in the nick of time. Mixing alcohol was not a wise thing to do, but lately, she hadn’t been thinking with common sense. She had never been one to even sip wine till recently. So much has changed in her life. Cleaning herself up, when she looked in the mirror, she could tell she had lost weight. The scale said 10 pounds. A traumatic event can lead to anorexia. She read that on web MD when googling why she lost so much weight. After rinsing her face with water, walking out of the bathroom, the house was quiet. She must have been the only one awake.

On the floor, there laid the clothing she had on before the impromptu party last night, along with remnants of her friends having a good time. “Eww fucking sick!” without thinking, she picked the condom up, tossing it in the trash can. No amount of handwashing would make her feel clean after that. The least they could have done was use the bedroom.

Knock knock

“Who the hell is here,” she swung the door open without thinking, stopping in her tracks the moment she did. A delivery boy with a dozen yellow roses in hand greeted her. “Delivery for Mary Elizabeth. Ma’am, are you okay? Hey, is something wrong?” she stopped, unable to speak.

“I’m fine,” she whispered. Giving the boy a twenty-dollar tip, she sent him on his way, but her stomach churned with fear.

She knew this would be her last day on earth. If you know you will be dying soon, how do you spend the day? Do you write out a will? She had done that already. Maybe call loved ones? No one to call. Pay off your debts? None to pay. She had never died before, so this was something she didn’t know how to feel.

Walking out to the beach, sitting in the water as the waves broke, all she could do was laugh. No crying. There were no more tears inside of her body. Her father stole them all. She wanted her final day on the earth to be a celebration of life, not the despair of death. Plus, when you read the bible, they say death is beautiful. All she could hope was that it was done quickly and with a minimal amount of pain. Maybe she could ruin his plan after all. She could do it herself. She could end the life he so badly wanted to take, but suicide is the ultimate sin, and beneath it all, she did believe in heaven and hell, and that you needed to do right by God before dying.

Without thinking, she made one last call. Sent to voicemail, she spoke three words before ending the call. “I love you.”

She remembered all the times she had said that without meaning, those were just words. She gave them meaning each time she spoke them, knowing that it was never done because she had to, or with malice in her heart. If she told someone she loved them, she did.

May 30, 2019

“She will be alone tonight. All of her friends have plans, and she’s at the house alone. Target will be taken tonight.”

The text sent to Spencer Kennedy was short and to the point. Mary Elizabeth Kennedy would be dead before the last strike of the clock tonight. His daughter’s light extinguished like a burnt light bulb. Would Spencer miss her? Would he have remorse? The man was capable of neither.

May 30, 2019

Dancing through the house with her friend, she was taking this day to spend with those she loved. Dancing, singing, and laughing. If only it could rain. It would be the perfect day for a storm. Gypsy was a believer in a universe cleansed by the heavens above.

“I have to head out for a while. Just lock up when you go.”

The young blond would not explain where she was going, or even what she was doing. Tonight was important to her, though. She needed to make peace with someone.

In her bedroom, she changed into a flowing skirt in a multitude of colors, her blouse white, and cropped to expose a bare midriff. It was who she was. The little Gypsy with ankles adorned in bells, and toes covered in rings. She didn’t fit in with anyone, but she never needed to. Her love for herself was all she needed.

The drive would take 30 minutes. The blond arrived at church just as the sun was setting, the light behind the cross illuminating the golden cross that sat on the highest steeple. Hesitant for a moment, the young girl pushed herself through the mighty rod iron gates just as the chapel bells alerted her of the time. That sound would forever stay with her and remind her of the peace she felt.

Ding ding, ding, ding, it was now 8 pm, and she knew there wasn’t much time left. Her father had made it clear that today was the day she would perish a horrible death. Did he know that she was no longer afraid to die? That would infuriate him if he did. Spencer Kennedy thrived on scare tactics, but this would be the one time she would not feed his inner beast.

The smell of incense pushed through the church, her nose filling with sweet aromas of frankincense. It had always reminded her of the school halls that she roamed as a child. Seated in the small chapel’s front, well, it did seat over 200, but compared to the church, it was small. Why do good people die, and yet the bad are allowed to live? She was no angel, but she had never wish bad on anyone. She had never hurt a soul that she knew of, and she didn’t deserve to die.

Mary Elizabeth sat in the pew till the next set of bells rang out. It was getting close. Hearing the opening of the chapel door, she knew this was where she would die. The church is where she would take the last breaths of her life. Heavy footfalls down the carpet cover aisle brought a sense of dread to her. Not fear, though. She was not scared to die. She was afraid to live. With tonight’s events, she would finally be free of running.

“Well, if it isn’t Gypsy Rose Kennedy in the flesh!” he said.

The voice behind her calling out, she stiffened the moment. For the first time in her life, she had hoped she was wrong.

“Stand up and move. We’re leaving!” the male demanded.

His voice firm as the unknown male requested that she leave. They both knew what tonight would end. No one had to be a fortune teller for this view of the future.

Nodding, just a simple nod, the young blond stood, her eyes forward, and she said a silent prayer to the symbolic statue in the front of the church. With a slow turn, this would be the first glance she would have at the man who would take her life. She didn’t know him. Had never laid eyes on him, but she etched every detail into her brain, knowing she wanted to claim his soul when he entered hell.

“I’m not leaving here. If you have to do it, do it where I know that God roams. Do it where I know that even a whore is allowed to visit without shame. Tell my father that. Tell him that his little girl is a five grand a night whore, and she still wouldn’t fuck him!” she screamed.

The young girl baited him with her words, hoping that someone would hear the altercation between them, but no one did. With her arms crossed over her chest, defiant even to the end, she glared at the man. If he were going to kill her, he would not get the pleasure of her tears.

“So be it,” he said.

As he said the last word, the silver revolver in his hand rose, a single shot rang out. Falling back to the carpet below, her body limp, every moment of her life rushed through her head. Her childhood, youth, and the moments she had spent with the man she loved. Yes, he didn’t take away that from her. She loved Kaine, and that was the best feeling in her entire life.

“I’d never given much thought to how I would die – though I’d had reason enough in the last few months – even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.”

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