“Don’t hurt me daddy.” Christy said quietly as tears fell from her eyes.
Jason rubbed the back of her head lightly as he looked at her in the eye. “It” was still inside her, but he was not stroking, just rubbing her head.
“Shhhhh…” Jason said as he rubbed her hair.
“I’m not gonna hurt you baby, you’re so beautiful.” He said.
“Do you promise?” She asked silently as more tears fell from her cheeks.
“I promise baby.” Jason said.
Then he gave another stroke and Christy’s chest jolted up again. She then grabbed the sheets and started to squeeze it.
“Daddy!” Christy said as she quickly put her hands over her mouth.
She held on to the mattress and gripped it as she began to crawl away. Jason grabbed on to her legs and pulled her back in.
“Where do you think you’re going pretty lady?” He asked her.
“Are you trying to run away from me?” He added.
Christy looked at Jason in the eyes and started shaking her head from side to side, sweat trickled down her forehead.
“No daddy, I’m not…”
Jason grabbed the edge of “it” and shoved it back in her. Her chest jolted up again and she gasped out loud. She held on to the mattress and gripped it as she began to crawl away. Jason grabbed her legs again and tried to pull. But by the time that he held her legs she was already crawling with her hands on the floor. Jason threw his body on her and they both fell down off the bed. He then laid on her back as they both were on the floor. Jason started to stroke and squeeze more of his weight in on her. When he heard her almost starting to scream he wrapped his hand around her throat and mouth, then he pushed his face on the back of her head to whisper in her ears and sniff her hair.
“Do you wanna get on board a slave ship?”
“Is that what you want?” Jason asked.
Christy was not able to respond because his fingers were in her mouth and his forearm was lightly wrapped around her throat.
“MHHHMMM MHHMMM!” Was the only sound that Christy was able to make. More sweat trickled down her forehead. Jason then pulled “it” out of her, and slid down her legs. He then bit the two lips that was in between her legs from the back and he started to suck on it. He spat into it and placed both of his fingers, index and middle into the crevice. Christy’s leg began to shake. Jason kept both of his hands on her thighs as his face was delved in between her legs. He stared at the two pair of lips as it stared back at him.
“I hate you!!” He said to the two pair of lips.
“I want you to die!” Again he said.
The lips did not respond or say anything back to Jason.
“SAY SOMETHING!” Jason yelled out.
Then he stuck his two fingers back in the crevice and started to pull in and out. It started making gushing sounds as water came out from it.
“Yeah that jawn talking to me now!” Jason said.
Jason then slid back on top her body. Tears was running down her face mixed with black mascara. Jason rose her up and then he laid his back on the floor and she went on top of him. Christy placed both her hands on his chest and began to rub as she pushed her weight down to grind and swivel. Jason reached up with his hand and started rubbing her chest as she continued to grind.
“I love you.” He said.
Christy didn’t say anything. She rubbed down on his chest as she continued to grind. Tears fell from her eyes and dropped on Jason’s chest.
Jason then put both his hands on the side of her waist and pushed up with his bottom and stroked. More tears began to well up in Christy’s eyes.
“Daddy it hurts!” She said as she continued to rub down on Jason’s chest.
Jason lifted his hands up and rubbed her lips with his fingers.
“It’s only gonna hurt for a little okay.” He said.
“You promise?” She asked.
“I promise baby.” Jason answered back.
He then lifted his bottom up again off the floor and gave another stroke, harder then the first one. Christy gave a loud yelp, then Jason sat up off the floor and covered her mouth with his hands. He was now sitting up as “it” was inside of her.
“You don’t like your life here in America do you?” Jason asked.
He then turned her body over and laid her back down on the carpeted floor. He then held one of her legs up with his left hand.
“No daddy please…” She began to say.
“SHUT UP!” Jason angrily said to her.
Christy immediately became quiet. Then Jason reached down with his hand so that he could grab “it”. He smacked “it” on her “surface” a few times as he was getting ready to shove it in. Christy held out her hands and tried to stop him. Jason slapped it away and she drew it back.
Jason then shoved “it” in her and began to stroke. Christy wanted to scream out. Jason saw that she was getting ready to and he quickly put his hands over her mouth.
“If you make a sound I’m gonna kill you!” Jason said to her.
Christy looked up at her husband and nodded her head slowly up and down. Jason continued to stroke as his hands were pressed over her mouth.
“MHMM HMMM!” Christy said. She wanted to scream out but she was not able to.
Jason started to put his fingers in her mouth as he held her leg up and continued stroking. He began to feel it building up. Christy saw the look that was on her husband’s face. That look that he always got when… Like he is about to sneeze.
She started to shake her head really fast from side to side. The snot and tears that was running down her face caused some of her long black hair to stick on it.
“You don’t want me to do it baby?” Jason asked his wife as his fingers were in her mouth.
“Noo daddy, please don’t.” She quietly said.
Jason then began to wrap his hands around her throat.
“Are you trying to tell me what to do?” He asked.
Christy quickly shook her head from side to side as her eyes opened wide.
“No, no daddy, I’m sorry.” She said.
Jason then dropped her legs and placed his palms on his stomach and began to push down as he stroked. He then stuck his tongue out.
“Don’t be sorry child… be careful!” He said.
Christy looked at her husband’s face as he stuck his tongue out to the side of his mouth. Jason didn’t look back at her. He only looked down at “it” as it started going in and out rapidly. Jason began to stroke faster, he pushed his weight in on her. Christy opened her legs wider and they both spread, she rubbed Jason’s head as he continued to stroke.
“Don’t hurt me daddy!” She said aloud.
Jason continued to stroke and pushed more of his weight in her. He began to feel the crevice tightening around “it”.
“I won’t baby. I love you.” He said to her.
“You promise daddy?” Christy asked.
“I pr…” Jason began to say.
Before he could finish his statement he shot inside her a huge blast. Christy could feel it hitting the back of her “walls”. She opened her legs wider and allowed all of it to spill inside her.
Christy felt it gushing inside her. She wanted to raise her arm up to rub Jason’s head, but she was too weak. Before she knew it her eyes shut and she became unconscious.
Jason then got up from in between her legs. He stood and stared at his wife as her eyes were closed and she laid down on the carpeted floor. Some of her black hair covered her face, and the rest was spread out on the floor at the back of her head.
Jason dropped to his hands and knees next to her. He gently removed some of the hair that was on her face and he kissed her forehead.
“Bae…” He called her.
“Wake up baby, I miss you.”
No response came from Christy as her eyes were closed and she inhaled and exhaled softly.
Jason kissed her forehead again, and then he brushed his hands on the side of her cheek lightly. He then placed his palms flat down on the carpeted floor and stood up. Then he dug his hands on the side of Christy and lifted her up. The same way that his father had lifted him up from the kitchen floor. He then gently laid her on top of the bed and covered her entire body, excluding her face, with the white blanket.
Jason kissed her forehead again. “I love you.” He said.
No response came from his wife, she only continued to breathe lightly.
Jason then went inside the white blanket with her, he grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed. He reclined on it and started to gaze up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes as he gazed up and before he knew it he too was out.
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Jason was back at the train station. He was standing on the tracks. Rain was falling down heavily. Jason looked up… there were no clouds. Only darkness. Jason could hear the train approaching him. He wanted to move, he tried to move his feet from the tracks to escape the oncoming train. His feet wouldn’t budge for some reason, they were planted on the tracks. He tried to wiggle his way out, but no luck. He started to look around for somebody to help him, nobody was around.
“HELP! HELP!” Jason screamed out.
The train was approaching him closer and closer, now it was only a few meters away from him.
“HELP ME! SOMEBODY! PLEASE..” Jason continued to yell out as he looked around, nobody was there, nobody could hear him. Then he heard a loud thunder sound and white lightening. He kept turning his head looking for somebody. He then saw Arnold. He saw his small miniature body as he was seated on the brown bench kicking lightly with his feet in the empty hair.
“ARNOLD! HELP ME PLEASE!” Jason said as he stretched his hand out towards Arnold.
He looked at his outstretched hand and continued to kick his feet. Jason then heard a loud boom with a cracking sound. The rain continued to fall down on his head. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then he opened it back up. He then saw Abdul jumping down to the train tracks. The rain was coming down, but he was not getting wet.
“DuL… HELP!” Jason yelled out.
Abdul continued to walk towards him. He stopped when he was a few feet away from him.
“HELP ME!” He yelled out again
“Jason… you will die. Then Allah will bring you back to life, because Allah can do anything.” He said.
Arnold then appeared and Jason saw his small miniature body approach him.
“Allah can do anything.” Arnold said.
Jason stared at Arnold as his eyes bulged out. The train was now a few feet away from him.
“Arnold… you can talk??” He asked.
“Allah can do anything.” Arnold said.
“Allah can do anything.” Abdul said.
But what does that mean? Jason was getting ready to ask. But before he could the train hit him head on, and then he woke up.
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His entire face was covered with sweat and his body trembled as his eyes opened up.
Jason looked around, Christy was the only one in the room with him. She was still laid down on the mattress with the white blanket over her body, and her eyes were closed. He thought about maybe waking her up to tell her about the dream that he had, but then he chose not to. He pushed down on the mattress to get up. His hand was still cut and the white bandage wrap was still around it. He reached to the side of the bed to look at the time on his phone. “8:19pm”.
Jason then began to trudge to the bathroom. He opened up the door and went in. He went to the sink and turned the cold water on, he reached in with his hand to take some water out and splash it on his face with his left hand. He slowly lifted his head back up to look at his reflection in the mirror.
He then walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Then he trudged down the stairs and went into the kitchen. His father was seated at the table in the middle of the kitchen. He had a plate in front of him while holding a spoon with a bottle of water. Jason gently went and sat down next to him.
As soon as Mohammed saw Jason sitting down his face lit up.
“JASON! My son how are you? How is your hand feeling now?” He asked him.
Jason ignored his question. He took the water bottle that was on the table next to his father, he opened the cap up and took a swig down, then he closed it and put it down on the table again.
“Oldhead…” Jason began to say.
He then folded his arms on the table and looked at his father in the eyes.
“Oldhead… Who is… ‘Allah’?” He asked his father.
Mohammed had lifted up the spoon to his mouth and was getting ready to bite down. He then stopped in midair and stared at his son with a blank expression on his face. He did not blink for a few minutes as he stared at him.
Mohammed then dropped the spoon on the table and he got on his knees and placed both his hands on both of Jason’s legs.
“FORGIVE ME!” He said as tears began to fall from his eyes.
“FORGIVE ME MY SON!” He added.
Jason staggered back a little bit. He was shocked at the sight of his father.
“Oldhead what…?” He began to say.
Before he could finish saying what he had to say, Mohammed got up from the floor and started to go up the stairs. Jason followed behind him.
“Oldhead… oldhead… where are you going?” He asked his father.
He did not respond. He only kept going up the stairs. Jason followed his father up. When Mohammed got up the stairs he went into the bathroom. He did not close the door nor turn the light on. Jason stood outside the bathroom and waited. A few seconds later his father came out. His face was soaked with water, so was the top of his head and his arms.
“Allah is the Most Merciful.” He began to say.
“Allah is the Most Merciful.” He said again as he walked by Jason.
His father looked like a zombie. He then went into his room and got out his praying mat, the same one that he was using when Cecilia was admitted in the hospital. He spread it on the floor, lifted both his hands up to the side of his head and said “Allahu Akbar!” Then he started speaking in another language that Jason could not understand.
Jason was confused, he didn’t know what he had said wrong or why his father was acting this way, he began to approach him to try to get some answers. He took a few steps towards him and then his mother held his hand out to stop him.
“What happened?” She asked.
Jason gave a short pause. “Mom idk, I just asked him to tell me about Allah and then…” Jason said.
His mother looked at Jason, and then she looked at her husband. She gave a long pause.
“Go back in your room honey. Your father is not going to go to work tonight. Tell Christy I’ll drop her home when she’s ready.” She said.
Jason slowly nodded his head and turned around and walked back in his room. He gently closed the door behind him and sat down on his bed and reclined on the pillow. He gazed up at the ceiling again.
“What just happened?” He thought to himself.
Jason started to get up again, to go back in his father’s room and see what’s going on.
Christy then opened up her eyes and looked at her husband as he was getting ready to get up off the bed.
“Baby…”
“What’s wrong?” She asked softly.
Jason reclined his head back on the pillow and decided not to get up anymore.
“Nothing, go back to sleep.” He said.
Christy wrapped more of the blanket on her body, she then moved up on the bed a little bit and she laid her head down on Jason’s chest and looked up at him.
“I don’t wanna.” She said.
“I wanna lay with you.” She added.
Jason wrapped his hand around Christy’s head and drew her close in.
He then gave a long pause. “I… had a bad dream bae.” He said.
Christy lifted her head up off his chest and looked at him.
“About what?” She asked.
Jason gave a long pause as he starred blankly ahead.
“I… died.” He said.
Christy’s heart skipped a beat. “Could that have anything to do with the dream she had at the train tracks?”
“What if Jason had that same dream?” She began to think to herself.
“It was just a dream bae…” She said.
“Yeah, I know…” He said.
“I’m just… scared.”
Christy laid her chin on Jason’s chest and looked up at him.
“Scared of what baby?” She asked.
Jason gave a short pause as he gazed up at the ceiling.
“I… don’t…” He started to say.
“I don’t know.”
Christy kept her chin on his chest and continued to glare up at her husband.
“Don’t be scared baby…” She said.
Jason then laid on his side and threw the cover over his head, he then folded his legs and put his hands in between his legs.
Christy then lifted her head up and looked at the sorrowful state of her husband as he laid down on the bed. She then went underneath the covers and got into a spooning position and looked at Jason in the eyes and began to rub his face.
“Bae don’t be scared…” She said.
Jason gave a short pause as he stared back.
“I’m not!” He said.