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Have you ever noticed that when you want something so bad, you end up forgetting what's right and wrong? My last roommate's story is about that very same subject. My name's Hank and I'm serving time at Joliet State Prison for robbery. Charlie…well…he committed a crime that wasn't even a crime when he committed it. Heck, none of it would have happened if her Grandmother hadn't…ahh…I better start at the top.
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Git back 'ere, ya nancy boy!” screamed a red-faced old man as he brandished a double-barreled shotgun above his head like a tribesman holding up a spear. He looked out into the dark woods, listening closely for sounds of fleeing footsteps. “I catch ya 'round me mansion again and I'll fill yer backside fulla me salt, I will!” “You couldn't catch a mouse with….ummm…you suck!” grunted back a deep but obviously dumb boy's voice. A few other snorts of laughter gave away that more than a few hooligans had most likely been standing outside Angus Emerald's “mansion” just moments ago. And unfortunately, Angus knew all too well why there were there. “Be gone with ya' all! I'm callin the constable now!” Angus's threaten, his Scottish-accented voice booming through the night. Turning quickly on his bare heels, Angus marched back towards a brightly lit but dingy trailer. As he neared the trailer, the same trailer he lovingly called his mansion, Angus's old ears began to pick up the steady beat of music. His tired eyes switched from anger to frustration as he reached the windowed door inside. There, he saw his granddaughter, Bethany Emerald, dancing and singing as she was vacuuming. Immediately upon swinging open the rusty door, Angus's head throbbed with physical pain as beat after beat of heavy metal music assaulted his ears. He cried out for Bethany to turn off the music, but it was too no avail. With one hand still firmly clasped about his shotgun, he could only manage to cover one ear as he stumbled to the side of his living room where the stereo was located. Not wanting to wait a second longer than he had to to shut down this hellish noise, Angus reached forward with the barrels of his shotgun and slammed them into the power button, almost breaking it off the stereo forever. The music seemed to get sucked up into the vacuum instantly as its motor became the only thing still producing noise. Bethany stopped dancing and turned quickly towards Angus. - 2 - “Shut it!” barked Angus, his head still throbbing. Bethany quickly moved her bare toes over the power button on the base of the upright vacuum and clicked it off. As the silence slowly filled the room, Bethany studied her grandfather's face to see how much trouble she was truly in this time. Angus's weatherworn face seemed more leathery than normal tonight. His once magical green eyes were bloodshot with exhaustion. Standing a mere 2 meters tall, his bulky form heaved quickly as he fought to catch his breath. Her heart sank, as she looked back up to his eyes and noticed that his white hair was sweaty and matted to his scalp. Angus had had another hard day and she'd be in for a tongue lashing now, for sure. “Bethany Emerald! What'n bloody 'ell do you think yer doin?” Angus began after taking a sharp breath. “I'm sorry Granddad. Honest. I just wanted to dance and I love this band and…” “Nay, I'm not talkin' aboot that.” Angus interrupted. ”What do you think ya' doing dressed like that, dancing all aboot for the world ta see?” Bethany turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her slender 17-yearold body was wrapped tightly by a colorfully striped tube top and pink miniskirt. The tube-top was doing what it could to hold on to her D-cup breasts, but during the dancing, it'd begun to slip southward, the top of the garment laying now just above her areolas. The miniskirt, however, had managed to climb the opposite direction, showing just a hint of the merging of Bethany's flawless legs and her peach-like behind. After a quick adjustment, Bethany looked again at her 5 foot self to see if anything else was out of place. Having just gotten her hair permed into the tightest and curliest rolls she could possibly have done, her hair seemed like a churning red firestorm as it rolled down to just above her miniskirt. Her sparkling green eyes noticed that aside from the two little golden unicorn earrings that barely glinted at her through her thick mane of hair, everything about her screamed hooker. Even the ruby red lipstick that she'd slopped over her full, pouty lips was trampy. Bethany's powder-white skin began to blush rose with embarrassment. “Well? What've got to say fer yerself?” Angus said, averting his eyes from Bethany's outfit. Bethany's eyes went immediately sank to the newly vacuumed floor. “I'm sorry Granddad. I just wanted to feel pretty.” Her glossy red bottom lip
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began to pout outward. “Pretty? Aye, yer pretty, fer a street walker!!! Take a cloth to yer face now, missy, and be quick aboot it,” Angus bellowed, pointing the shotgun in the direction of the one bathroom in the trailer. “An dunna be usin all the hot water in there.” Bethany walked quickly down the hall and into the tiny bathroom. With the door shut, she sat down hard on the edge of the stained tub and began to sob. Tiny black rivers of mascara tears ran down her soft cheeks as she head her head in her hands. “Never lets me do anything,” she blubbered. “I'm a woman now. Probably didn't get me anything for my birthday tomorrow either.” Bethany looked up and saw her face in the tiny cracked bathroom mirror and then continued to cry. “No one's ever going to love me. Granddad's right. I'm just ugly,” she sobbed, grabbing a towel from the corner of the warped linoleum floor and using it to pat her face dry. As she did, a frayed edge of the towel caught in the chain of the platinum locket she'd wore around her neck since she could remember. Not in the mood to be gentle, Bethany pulled the towel away hard, attempting only to snap the towel's threads. Instead, her precious locket and chain gave way and was whipped across the bathroom, shattering the already cracked mirror on the wall. “Oh no….” gasped Bethany, cringing as the shards of mirror cascaded down onto the wooden sink countertop. Before the last shard stopped moving, she could hear the heavy footsteps thumping her direction. “Wot in the name of Mary do ya think yer doin?” shouted Angus as the door to the bathroom flew open without so much as a knock. When he saw the broken mirror pieces around and in the sink, his face again began to boil red. “It was an accident, Granddad!” Bethany shot out quickly. “Do ya know how much a good mirror costs, missy? I'll be taking that money from yur pay, that's for sure. I'll be buggered…”hissed Angus as he noticed Bethany's locket in the center of the glittering rubble. “What's the meaning of this?” “It got caught in the towel and…and I…”stammered Bethany, holding her hand out to get her locket back. “It's not bad enough ya treat me with no respect, but yer own Grandmum?” Angus's fist gripped the locket tighter and began shaking visibly. “How….dare….you.” “Granddad! No, Please!” Bethany said in shock and fear. Her grandfather had never once laid a hand on her, but she'd never before seen this kind of anger in his eyes. - 5 - “GET OUTTA ME SIGHT NOW, GIRL!” Angus finally erupted, turning quickly towards the sink and punching a fair-sized hole into the faux wood wall siding where the mirror had once been. Bethany bolted out of the bathroom and quickly found herself inside her own bedroom, leaning up against the closed door. A fresh batch of tears began to flow, carrying with them the remainder of the mascara she was wearing. At 4 am the next morning, Bethany was awoken by footsteps heading towards her bedroom. The door opened and her bedroom light came on before she realized that she was still in the outfit she'd been wearing the night before. One thing she learned about miniskirts and tube tops that night…they both like to scrunch up when you're sleeping. “Bethy, I…Jesus Mary and Joseph!” Angus blurted as he quickly averted his eyes from Bethany's naked chest and panty covered privates. “Cover yer self, girl!” Bethany quickly wrapped herself in a sheet. If her face hadn't been almost completely smeared with mascara, Angus would have seen her turn bright red from embarrassment. “What are ye doin in that get up still?” He blurted, feeling uncomfortable and still looking at the wall. “I…I must have just fallen asleep Granddad,” shrugged Bethany. “I'm sorry about the mirror and the locket. I didn't mean to…” Angus looked back slowly to see if the coast was clear and then walked over to her side. “Never ya mind. Yer gonna work it off this morning, I promise ya that. Get some work clothes on, cause yer helping in the cages today.” Bethany's face showed her disapproval. “But it's my birthday today?” “An I'm one day closer to me grave, ya don't see me lollygagging aboot, do ya?” he grunted. With that, he tossed the locket onto Bethany's bed. “Chain's busted up. Yer gonna have to get a new one.” Carefully, Bethany picked up the locket and opened in. The picture of her Grandmother smiled back at her. She began to apologize for the events of last night, but Angus wanted to hear none of it. “Yer just a stupid kid an I canna be angry at ye any more so than I can be angry at a dumb mutt of a dog. I tell ya, I never wouldda married yer Grandmum 5 years ago if I knew you'd be part o'the deal,” Angus confessed.
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