ebony woods

Everyone in Ebony Woods warned her about moving into that house. They said it was haunted. She looked at it for a while, all those rumors didn't matter to her. She was in need of a house. This house was affordable and big enough for her and her new hubby. And ghost or no ghost, she was moving into it and nobody was going to stop her from doing as she pleased.
They all said the house carried evil spirits. That the spirit of a woman hunted that house. They would say "Beware of the spirit of Screaming Simone. She will haunt you and kill you" but Lisa didn't care. She didn't believe in all that "ghost shit" or so she called it. She was a Christian lady, but sure didn't act like one. Her first husband was an alcoholic, one day when he came home from drinking till he saw triple, she stabbed a fork right into his arm. She was aggressive, even more, she was lucky that she even got married again. She must have been around her twenties, she wasn't that good looking, but her husband, he was. He was like some beautiful, forbidden god. He was prettier than most woman and man.
"I'll take it" Lisa took out a bag from her blue Buick's trunk. It was an old dirty car, which had a lot of mileage in it, Lisa went from town to town searching for a place to live for almost a month. They had traveled for a long time. But finally this little, ugly, but cheap house was going to become her new home. And whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to get used to the idea of smelling like a drunk and living like a homeless chick. Her husband used to be homeless, so he didn’t really mind living there.
She looked up at the house. It wasn't much of a house though. It was small, made out of wood, wood that had green moss growing out of it. The little house had a few painted red planks, but most of them were a brown-green color. The little house was more like a cabin, it was surrounded by dead skinny trees that could barely stay up. But in front of the house, next to the main bedroom's window, was a big, strong tree. It stood out from all the trees in Ebony Woods. All of them were skinny and old. But this one tree in particular, was tall, strong and green.
When Rob read the wanted ads in last week's newspaper, he thought that Ebony Woods might be the place he needed to work in peace. He was looking for a job, and it seemed as if Ebony Woods was full of opened spaces. He thought of waking up in the morning to the fresh smell of green trees, but all he smelled was a stale odor of dead mice and pollution, which was far off from what he had expected. He imagined a place where the sun didn't shine much because all the trees covered the sun, and he was correct about the sun not shinning, because all Ebony Woods received was rain, and even though, the trees still died. No one understood why, but after a while they began to believe in the urban legend of Screaming Simone.
"Why are the trees so dry and flaky?" Rick reached up and grabbed a tree's branch to support himself, but the branch broke. "It's all because of that dirty old Screaming Simone."
Rick was tired of all this nonsense. He too didn't believe in superstition, but for some reason something attracted him and he wanted to hear the story. "Tell me about it" Rick walked over to the Buick and opened the front seat's door and sat in the driver's seat. "Well it was said that a woman named Simone, a very fine young lady who lived with her husband and three sons-died in that same house you now live in." Rick nodded and looked at the house, for an instance he could swear he saw a beautiful young woman sitting happily, brushing her hair by the front porch and her husband coming out with their three sons, like a happy family.
Rick was a writer; he based his life around writing and imagining. Drifting away and becoming a new character everyday. Somebody he wished to be, or some days just putting himself in the life of somebody else, imagining how and what it may be like to live that one character’s life.
He had had a terrible child hood and that inspired him with his writing. He had published 3 books already, none were well known, but he had a great imagination that ran wild, wild like the wind in Ebony Woods. The wind was dry, when it touched your face it felt as if flaky, stale hand caressed your face.
"It wasn't all glitter and gold for Simone though. It was said that she was tied down to that same tree right there" The old man pointed at the "beautiful" tree with his bony fingers. "She was left there to die. It is also said that people passed right by her and nobody aided her. And now her spirit is restless and angry, and kills all that passes by. I've passed by the tree many times, and I'm still alive. But maybe it's because I don't pass there by night, supposedly, her spirit only kills at night, but then again, there might be no damn spirit." Rob thought for a long time. He was speechless, the legend sounded like a great story to write about. Many ideas floated into his mind.
Even though Ebony Woods wasn't that wonderland he had promised Lisa he would give to her, it was a promise land with a great story, a story that would make him rich and famous. He didn't write long stories though, he always wrote little stories and put them all in one big book.
Lisa came outside and asked Rob to come in with her. Rob stood outside looking at that tree for at least five minutes, and then he joined Lisa. Lisa grabbed Rob by his wrist and dragged him over to the main bedroom "What the hell is this?" she pointed at the whole room. It was a small room with walls the same color as the outside of the house. It had a huge hole right in the middle of it. They had not noticed that hole before because there was a bed covering it. You could hear the mice running through the house, even more, the roaches.
When Lisa turned on the water to wash her hands, brown water gushed out and then it turned into a reddish color. Her neighbor, who lived about one block away from her, said it probably was a roach that got crushed, and its blood ran with the water. Lisa was disgusted. How did she get herself into this dirt hole? She hated the place, Rob loved the house and neighborhood. Drunk and drugged guys, hookers and drag queens begging for a little money for pleasure at night. It was everything he had lived in his former life. He loved his life besides his childhood. He had always been a New Orleans boy, and finally he was back home. Though this part of new Orleans was far away from the French quarters, which was where home was at for him. But this would do for now.
Rob walked over to the window and looked at the tree, for a moment he thought he saw a child's face pop out of the tree. Or at least carved into the wood. He wanted to see if what he saw was real or part of his imagination. He began to walk out of the bedroom but before he could fully get out, one of the floors plank broke and his left foot sank into the ground. The fall was so UN expected that the plank cut his flesh open. One of the plank's pieces of wood stabbed right through his foot. He was rushed to the nearest doctor in town.
The doctor was a short, fat man with white hair and a beard that looked like a rotten rodent hanging from his chin. He smelled like stale milk, in fact, most of the people in that town smelled like that. The Doctor didn't do much about Rob's foot, all he said was that Rob needed lots of rest. He did take the piece of wood out, but that's about it, he left Rob to bare the pain of his flesh ripped in half with blood gushing everywhere. But with time the wound healed and Rob walked normal again. During that whole time he wrote and wrote. He had started a story back in Michigan, but he finished it here in Louisiana. He was eager to Finish that story and initiate his new story, He had decided to name it Simone, for it was about Screaming Simone. He sat on his chair every night and drew everything he saw in that tree, day by day it seemed as if it spoke to him. He was anxious to find out if this legend was real. Him and his wife slept in different bedrooms. Lisa had decided that she didn't want to be near him. It was as if their marriage had faded out, they didn't even have any sexual moments since they had moved into this place. That pissed Lisa off.
It was odd that night. Things were going different. Rob woke up in the middle of the night, must have been around three in the morning. He walked over to Lisa's bed and got in it. He touched her neck and kissed it a few times. He nibbled on her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist and caressed her stomach. He lowered his hands down and began to lower her panties down. Lisa turned over so she could face him. They began kissing passionately and he began undressing her. Next thing you knew, they were having sex, like the very first time they met, passionate, hot, sex.
When Lisa woke up, Rob was not there. She knew he wouldn't be. Rob was never there to tell her sweet words when they woke up. The only reason she married him was because he was one hell of a hot guy. He was tall with strong arms, not muscular, but just plain strong. He had bony fingers that sent shivers all over her body every time he touched her. He always painted his nails black. He wasn't a rocker nor any of those guys that were called "punks" back then. Or the satanic guys, he was just plain dark. He was pale, his eyes were deep blue, a blue that could scare you if you stared into them for a long time. His lips were thin and pink. They stood out just as much as his eyes did. He had arched eyebrows and his eyes were full of mystery and innocence. His nose was fine and pointy, it made him look very sophisticated. He had jet-black hair. His bangs went down to his chin and his hair got shorter the further back it went. He always wore his trench coat, he never left his house without it. In it he always carried a pack of cigarettes and a voice recorder, and occasionally a pack of razorblades. But the voice recorder was so that if he had any writing ideas he could just record them. He was without a doubt a very attractive man, un-like Lisa. Lisa wasn't ugly, in fact she was pretty in her own way, but she didn't attract most guys. She was rich, that's what she was. Rob had decided to marry Lisa because he thought he would get known more if he were married to a rich girl. But Lisa's father died, and didn't leave any of his money to her, in fact he left it all to his second wife. She had wrapped him in fake bliss and controlled him so that he would leave Lisa out of his will. Lisa was pissed for a long while, but got over it. Lisa did attract a few guy back when she was in high school, but now she wasn't that pretty. Back then she was the typical big breasted, nice long blonde hair, blue eyed, cheerleader. She didn’t have a pretty face though, but she did have a kickass body that made up for it. She was short and skinny. She had a pointy nose that looked like a ski slope. Her eyes were very small, they were almond shaped. Her lips were small but thick. They were full, her lower lip was thicker than her upper lip, but whose isn't? Her eyebrows were thin, she had plucked them so they would be less than a centimeter thick. Her hair was auburn red, it was long but very dry and tangled. It was like a bird's nest, in fact, Rob always told her that if she stood outside for longer than an hour, a crew of birds might come out and think her hair was a nest and settle down in it. Lisa didn't find that funny at all.
Lisa first worked as a waitress, but she found it quite hard, so she quit. She had thought about becoming a stripper for a long time, and finally decided to give it a try. Even though she wasn't that attractive, she had a kick ass body. (wow I already said this…Oh well just so you get the picture…I think you get it)) Her breasts were fully round and big. Her butt wasn't as big as her boobs but they sure satisfied the customers. She worked 2 days a week. Her crowd cheered when she came out in her usual school girl outfit. If you could call that a crowd. It usually was a group of drunk men or dirty old perverts. Most of them were married, but she could careless, she knew her husband cheated on her. He was popular amongst the women in town, mainly the hookers. She knew that being a stripper wasn't that decent, but she always considered the hookers worse than her. Even though some people reckoned she was around her thirties, perhaps forties, she was actually only twenty-three, she was merely and adult. Rob was only nineteen. He liked older women, or so it seemed because the boy lost his virginity to a sixteen-year-old back when he was still in junior high. He came from a poor town, so he wasn't as bothered as Lisa was, but still he thought his life would change once he married Lisa.
Lisa swung herself around the pole and stripped down to her pink thongs. The same thong everyone wore. They only had three acts a night. And five pairs of thongs and outfits. Lisa didn't care much. She had found out that she enjoyed being with women and men. Sometimes she did lesbian acts. She loved liking around her dancing partner's nipples, her boobs were twice as big than hers were, and she liked that. Lisa hooked her thumbs around her thong's sides and slowly pulled it down just so the guys could see a little bit of hair, but she always pulled it back up. She brushed her ass all over the guy's faces. The most they would ever give was ten dollars. Some of then gave her only one dollar. It still helped her pay off some of her bills. She finally took of the thong and rubbed herself against the dirty pole. You could tell some women actually rubbed the inside of their pussies against the pole, in fact some probably let out their juice unto the pole. It was a filthy mess, but she didn't care, she enjoyed her job. These men treated her as if she was a precious jewel. They made her feel what Rob didn't make her feel. She knew Rob had a sweet side in him, because he heard him fucking some bitch in his room. She was used to it now.
She got off stage and went into the dressing room. She was there naked among three other women. One of them smacked her ass cheek. She just smiled and wished her luck on her performance. Lisa grabbed the money the man had given her, in total she had made seventeen dollars today. That was a lot to her, on good nights the most you could truly make was fifty dollars. There were nights she only got like five dollars. She reached for her bag and grabbed out a white dress and slipped it on. One of the other strippers came up behind her and ran her hands and fingers against Lisa's skin and played with her for a little while. The other stripper kissed Lisa's neck and whispered goodnight into it. Lisa could feel her insides tingling with pleasure and great desire…was it true? Did she desire to be held once again by Rob? Why didn't he want her? She wanted to feel his warmth embrace her one more time, but all she got was cold words from him. She heard the screaming and moaning of his lovers and imagined for a minute that perhaps it could be her.
She began walking out of the dressing room and waved bye to some of her coworkers and customers. She went out the strip clubs door and began walking home. The night was dead. The only people around were stoners, hookers, and drunks. She stopped by a street alley she frequently visited. She gave out blowjobs in exchange of weed. She liked going home wasted so the screams of pleasure from the other woman would fade into the walls. One night she was so wasted she turned on the water for her tub and passed out. When she woke up the house was over flooded. First off, Rob was just as irresponsible as she was, and even though he saw the water running, he decided to let it run, he thought it be funny to see her wake up gasping for air. But before he could see that, he passed out as well. But it didn’t matter to her if the drugs would make her stupider than she already was, nor if it made her look 10 years older. She was going to do it anyhow, because it was her only escape from the hell Rob offered her. When she got home she heard nothing, she thought it was because of the weed, that maybe she had lost her hearing temporarily, she had lost her eye vision for a few seconds before from all the drugs she had taken. But it wasn't. She laid on her bed silent, thinking about so many things. She wanted Rob so badly. She remembered how they first met. Ironically, Rob, the homeless guy, helped her…the rich girl. You see, her first husband, he liked drinking, and every time he got drunk, he would beat her senseless. But one day she decided to “fork” him, and then she grabbed a cement block and hit him as hard as she could. Afraid she had killed him she ran out into the night. Where she was raped. This is New Orleans you know…things like this do happen quickly and happen a lot. And well, here comes Rob, a cute little 16-year-old vampire boy. Offers her a cigarette, and she accepts. And that’s how they met. She just layed there remembering how cute he looked. How sweet and open he was…when did she go wrong? She didn’t think he loved her, ever, but she knew he had some feelings for her, or at least she liked to believe so…but it didn’t matter, cause that night Rob wanted her too.
He entered her room and got on top of her and slid his warm hands against Lisa's leg and up her skirt. He touched her boobs with one hand and with the other her lips. He kissed her with passion and picked her up and walked over to the wall and pressed her against the wall and slowly began to make love to her. Lisa immediately began to moan. Rob fucked her hard until he came. And even though Lisa wasn't fully satisfied, Rob stopped and threw her on the bed and left. Lisa waited there thinking he would come back and finish her off, but he didn't. She heard Rob grab his trench coat and slam the door.
Lisa felt stupid, he only used her. She thought he wanted her because he was starting to desire her, but he wasn't. Even though at the beginning Lisa had only married Rob for his looks, she had began to feel a certain feeling for him. She loved his smile. Even though he barely smiled at her, when he did, it was warm and welcoming. He was like a medieval prince coming to take her away into his dark sanctuary and keep her away from the world. Just the two of them…Alone, together in the darkness. Only with the warmth of their bodies pressing against each other, their lips pressed against each other’s skin, feeling him breathing against her flesh. His kisses caressing every corner in her body. Just them alone. She thought of this wonderland. She thought of the beauty, she closed her eyes, and began to sleep.
Rob walked through the street's empty alleys. Nobody was around, he was loosing his mind secretly. It pained him to be so rude and cruel to Lisa, but a force within him forced him to. He enjoyed seeing her sadness. He knew she didn't marry him loving him, in fact he didn't marry her loving her either. But now he sees glitter in her eyes when they have a normal talk without fighting. He felt as if he too was starting to have a sweet spot for her. Even if he was, something in that house made him grow hatred towards her. Something as beautiful as them making love, suddenly disgusted him. He had grown attracted to the tree…to Simone…
Some nights he could see her in the tree. He was almost done with the story. This story had turned out longer than what he had planned it to be. Simone sang and whispered her ache to him. He grew attracted to the tree's beauty. It sounded dumb, so he never told anyone. Some nights he would watch Lisa get dressed to go perform, her beauty shone. Even though he always thought she was ugly, he began to see her in a different way. But right away that nice feeling would rot, and he would get grossed out by her again. It was the cycle…And it wasn’t going to change.
The nearest bar was about half a mile away. Rob walked all the way over there. He looked at Ebony Wood's walls. They all seemed old. Graffiti, pretty shitty, not at all cool and artistic, was all over the walls. He had seen many graffiti designs earlier when he traveled from Michigan to here. He admired art more than most things, and writing was a form of art, in fact, his weakness was poetry and writing. He wanted to be a poet but everybody rejected his writing. Now days it was all about sex, drugs, and rock and roll. He was still living in a romantic era, where romance ruled it all, was there such era? He didn't know, he'd like to believe so.
He looked at the walls. There was satanic stuff written all over it. There was one design that caught his attention the most, it was spray painted in crimson, it said, "Heaven's a lie" Rob smiled and continued walking. Was it? Was heaven truly a lie? He had read the bible a few times. He wasn't religious; actually, if he could be judged as anything, he would be a metal head Satanist. He did not worship anything. He learnt life on his own. He had been alone ever since birth. His mother was a drug addict that committed suicide when he was only 5 years old. He remembered that night as if it had just happened five minutes ago.
He walked through the night, began to drift back into his childhood. How his mother's eyes had dark circles around them. Her lips were a bluish gray color. Her skin had little brown spots on it, like a Dalmatian. How her hand trembled as she held the gun straight at his forehead. How she clicked the gun and nothing came out. Lucky for him. She wasn't as lucky though. She then took the gun and placed it in her mouth. She turned around so that Rob would be looking at her back. She didn't want the kid to see her die. But that just made things worse. She clicked the trigger and her blood squirted unto Rob. Her body fell back and landed on Rob's little frame. He was speechless. His body trembled in fear. But no tears came out. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. His mother was never there for him. His father, I don't think his mother even knew who Rob's father was. Rob stood up and looked at his mother's dead corpse. Her faded blue eyes never set away from him. They stared him down. He cuddled under a table near him until someone noticed she was absent. And that didn't happen until the 5th day. Rick had not eaten, slept, he was in shock. They sent him to emergency room, he had been so weak. So paranoid.
Rob walked and saw a kid laying on the ground, sleeping on the streets. He wondered what if, he was born in a pretty family, with a mother---a father, who cared and loved him. Perhaps he wouldn't be who he is now, perhaps he would be happy. Perhaps he wouldn't wish upon his death.
He looked at Lisa as a pretty in pink girl. Her future was planned out, but fortunately for him he got the pleasure to fuck it up, fuck her life up, just like his was, fucked up. He spent half of his life going from home to home. He could never settle down. He wished that his mother would have shot his brains out that night. He wished her bullet would have jammed and not his. He looked at the kid, and even though he saw himself in him, he did what all the other people did to him, he passed and walked right by him and ignored the shivering kid. The kid that shivered with hunger.
Everybody in Ebony Woods was poor, but that kid would probably kill to have a third of what Lisa and Rob ate every night. And there they were complaining, Lisa wished to eat some seafood, some caviar. Rob hated seafood so he wouldn’t even look at that stuff. He’d rather starve than eat seafood.
Rob entered the bar and sat in a table and rested his thin and weak body on the table. He laid his head on his arms. The women all saw him come in. A few of them sat down next to him and in front of him. They all touched him everywhere. And the girls that weren't touching him, were wishing they could. Rob always looked good.
He looked up and ordered the bartender to bring him a bottle of jack Daniels. He wanted to forget his name. He wanted to forget he was married, and have fun. He drank till he passed out, and the light begin to fade into darkness.
Lisa woke up, hoping to see Rob sleeping on the couch, the way he used to back when they first moved in, where a little bit of glitter still existed in their lives.
He wasn't there. She knew he had not slept home. Another broken hope…Another Lie. Was this what her whole marriage was about? A mistake? A lie? She was falling in love with him, but was it too late now? Could she not get him to love her back?
Lisa wanted to do something with her life. She sat at the table with a newspaper in her right hand and a cup of coffee in her left. She took a sip out of the pure black coffee. Her hand trembled. Her wrist was thin and bony. She wore a little black beaded bracelet. It was a bracelet Rob gave her for her 22'nd birthday. She looked through the wanted ads and saw an opening at a hair salon. She thought she'd work during the morning at the hair salon and during the night at the strip club. Rob's salary wasn't enough to pay the bills and buy food. Either way she did nothing during the day, other than fight with Rob and break dishes. Sometimes being home alone in the morning was painful and it scared her. She heard voices reaching out to her. The screams and flesh ripping cries of a women. For a moment she thought it was herself crying, perhaps it was, but she knew she was going insane. She needed to do something, Even if it meant to be away form home 24/7, restless with no sleep. Like a walking zombie. She was turning into a lesbian morbid soul.
Rob walked through the door and straight to his bed. Lisa stood up and walked over to his bed. She took off his combat boots and massaged his feet.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" Lisa was never like this; Rob had never seen that side of Lisa. He liked it. He looked up at her and nodded his head and gave her one of those breath-taking smiles he gave when he was being a charmer. He sat up and leaned in and kissed Lisa. "I'm sorry,” he whispered, and Lisa smiled. She pushed him down and told him to turn over. Lisa massaged Rob's aching back till he fell asleep. It was an odd situation. They had never been this close. Emotionally close.
Rob's eyes opened, and even though he had slept for nine hours, he still had purple-blue circles around his eyes. It was around seven at night. Lisa was lying next to him. He felt secured, he enjoyed waking up and seeing his wife next to him. He thought about it for a while, yes, Lisa was HIS wife. And he had ignored her so many times. Their relationship was starting to fall into place, finally. But he didn’t love her. He never could. Never would. There was some affection and desire, but that’s all…Lust. No love. He had only loved one girl in all his life, and her name was Mikelle. She was this beautiful little catholic schoolgirl. She was so beautiful, but so unhappy. When they met each other, she showed him the beauty in other things as well as he showed her the beauty in other stuff. They completed each other. But all good things come to an end. Mikelle moved to Michigan…He decided to go to Michigan after three months, he couldn’t live without her, and had gone over there to ask her to marry him. But when he arrived, he was unable to find her, and when he did, she was buried 6 feet under the ground.
Lisa woke up and smiled at Rod. Sweetest smile he had ever seen coming from her. Lisa stood up and brushed the dust that fell from the ceiling onto them while they slept, off. "What are you doing home?" Rob asked Lisa. He knew today she worked at the strip club. "I didn't feel good. I felt drowsy, fatigued…Plus I’m feeling kinda lazy…I don’t wanna go strip tonight" Lisa did look paler than ever. She looked at Rob with sadness dripping and pouring out of her eyes. "Are you okay?" Rob stood up and hugged her from behind. Lisa nodded. "What do you want to eat?" Lisa's question was rare to Rob. She never cooked, but he replied "noodles" Lisa smiled and said "OK".

That morning she woke up next to Rob. Was life suddenly becoming pretty to her? Yes, it was. She woke up and kissed Rob's forehead and stood up and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth with the dirty, brownish water. She had grown used to it by now. She took her hairbrush and tried to brush her hair, but the thickness and messiness of it didn't allow her to have a smooth path for the brush to race through. It hurt like hell, her hair was a big pile of dirt and tangles, now she understood what Rob meant. She walked out into the bedroom once more and stood right in front of her dresser. She looked at her naked self in the mirror right in front of her and on top of the dresser, for a moment. She saw a skinny girl with long hair. She looked at her hair for a longer time and messed with it. Her hair was pass her ass. She put it up in a ponytail and opened her dresser. She took out a pair of underwear and a bra. She slipped the black panties on and the covered her upper area with a red bra. She then took out a pair of blue jeans and a black and pink striped shirt. She slid the shirt over her thin body and tucked it into her panties. She grabbed the blue jeans and inserted the rest of her body into it. She zipped up her pants and noticed they were almost falling off of her. She took her little black purse and walked out of the house.
As she walked through the quiet dirty streets of ebony woods, she felt quite sorry for herself and anyone that lived in this dirt town. It had been raining hard for the past 3 months. Everyday it rained. She didn't complain though, she enjoyed staying at home, glancing over Rob's shoulder, trying to see what he was writing. But what she enjoyed even more was lying on her bed sipping a cup of hot cocoa, listening to soothing classical music. Unlike Rob, he'd be bummed all day long. He had something special with the tree in front of their house. He enjoyed looking at it while he wrote, or so Lisa had noticed. But when it rained, the clouds covered Ebony Woods completely, leaving it with little light. Rob would sometimes take a cold shower. Lisa liked it when Rob left the bathroom door wide open, so she could see right over and watch Rob's hands move gently over his body. How he soaped himself, sometimes wishing she could join him. Rob then would usually listen to music, as loud as he could. He liked all that Death Metal shit, or so Lisa considered it. "When will you grow up Rob?" Lisa would always ask him. Rob always replied without even saying a word, he'd usually just flip his middle finger at her.
Lisa walked and wondered why the trees were so dead. Perhaps rain wasn't enough; in fact she knew they needed sun. But why did the tree in front of their house grow so strong and full of life? She looked at all the skinny little trees that were hiding behind Ebony Wood's border walls. The Walls were made out of cement; She was surprised because most of Ebony Wood was made of Wood. Some pieces to the walls were missing, lightning had torn them down, or so the kids said, she could have cared less. They had writings all over them. It seemed as if the whole town had teamed up to destroy and write all over the only cement wall they had. It was filthy; she tried reading most of the signs the walls said. Some said stuff like "R.I.P." with somebody's name and birth year and death year. Some said stupid satanic things, some said dumb Christian things. Lisa dug into her Jean's pocket and took out a black marker. She always kept a black marker in her jeans just in case she needed to write something down. She leaned on the wall and wrote "R and L" Which obviously stood for Rob and Lisa. She kept walking, she didn't want anyone to see her vandalizing, not that anyone would truly care. She once stole a tomato from the sheriff’s market place, but he let her go, of course she had to give him a little oral pleasure, but that was Lisa's specialty. Half of Ebony wood's men cheated on their wife's with Lisa. And Lisa was pretty sure that all of Ebony wood's women have either given Rob some "special" pleasure or sexed with him. It ragged Lisa


apart to know that most of the women in this shitty town had tasted or felt the greatness of such man like Rick. He was without a doubt a sex king. But she couldn't complain she too was quite good in bed, or so she thought, and she had shared her specialties with many men, including women. Sandra was very in touch with her sexuality. She was bisexual. Rick was 100% straight. He always complained about kissing Sandra, he'd always say that he didn't wanna kiss her cause he knew her lips had been on some man's penis, or mouth. The thought of that just grossed him out, he wouldn't be surprised if Sandra's lips and tongue had touched someone's asshole too. He always laughed to himself after thinking about that. Sandra walked in a straight path. She wanted to go to the hair salon, she knew she had a beautiful side in her, she wanted Rick to desire her. She thought of getting a new look, but the Salon was still about four blocks away. She walked over to the little pub they had in town. She was well known there, everybody knew her as the drinking tank, she could drink more beer than a full-grown man could. Of course no one could beat Rick. They always competed for everything. If Rick had the highest score in a game, she always had to top it. If she could drink more beers before passing out, Rick always challenged her. They fought over the throne of every single little thing. Rick once even though about becoming a male stripper, just to prove to her that he could make more money a night than she could. But his dignity got in the way. She was glad he didn't try out for a male stripper, imagine that. He'd have to shove his penis into girls' faces and perhaps other places. Like always, even though she did worse than he did, it angered her to know that her husband was and is always sleeping with other girls. Even though things had gotten way better. She could hardly believe it when she saw Rick laying next to her in bed. Fully naked and so peaceful. He is a filthy dirty man within the inside, but it you looked at him, he looks like a saint. Sleeping peacefully, his black hair all messed up, his sweet body laying on top of the pillow, peacefully. You'd think he was a virgin, perhaps a pure man. Rick was no pure man, he once was a man full of hopes, but I guess they all faded away, the same way that sweet smile did. "I'll have a sangria" Sandra told the bartender. She went over to a seat and laid on it. She saw a cockroach raise from one side to the other. She was used to them. She rested her head on the soft seat's cushion. Which smelled like raw milk, but it was no new news. She began to remember how Rick got red like a tomato everytime she flirted with him. He was such a shy, pure boy. So sweet and so adorable. She thought about whom he had become now, and even though it didn't seem like any bit of that shy boy was left, there was. She could see it in his eyes everytime she smiled at him. Even though most of the time they fought, there were magic moments, like yesterday's. She loved when he blushed, it was so cute, her friends always commented on how innocent and cute he looked. Some commented how poor and worthless he was. Mainly her ex boyfriend Ronald. He was a real Dick, maybe her life might have been different with him. She never loved Rick until now, but there was something about him. Yeah sure, she did like him, a lot, but love was never there. The bartender came over and sat in front of Sandra and set the Sangria on the table in front of Sandra's hands. "Sandra, why didn't you go to the strip club yesterday?" The bartender, whose name was jack, asked her. He was Sandra's favorite customer. He paid well, plus he was handsome. He was around twenty-seven years old. He was tall and quite muscular. He had sweet green eyes and long brown hair. He was a real nice guy, he was always there to see Sandra's strip shows. "Oh. I was feeling kind of sick, jack" Jack smiled and slightly nodded his head in a "Oh OK" way. He stood up and kissed the top of Sandra head. "Will you be there tonight" Jack walked over to the bar area. Sandra nodded her head and began drinking her Sangria. It was bitter and strong, just the way she liked it. She gulped it down and stood up and gave the glass to jack. She waved goodbye and started walking towards the hair salon. It took her about a good fifteen minutes to finally get there. The man, mainly boys, sitting on the streets gave her a dirty, welcoming look. She smiled at all of them, she was popular amongst them and many others. It gave her a satisfying feeling, at least they enjoyed her service. Even though most of the guys in Ebony Woods looked dirty and beaten up, most of them had hot bodies and some even good faces. Rick dressed that of a city boy. He always had a way to look good. She entered the Salon and waved at everybody. She walked over to a woman and asked her if she could do anything with her hair. The hair stylist told her that her hair was beautiful compared to the other messes she had seen, and that after she was done with her, she would be the most envied woman on Ebony Woods. And she was, before and after the hair cut. Girls all over the town envied her, she didn't know it, but they did. Mainly because she had a good-looking husband and a job that paid her good. Five dollars a night was considered good in Ebony Woods, most people would kill to have five bucks a night. But Sandra usually got a little bit more than five bucks. The girls all wanted to have her thin body and big breasts and fair ass. She had a nice body, also a quite OK face, but her hair was hideous, and finally she had noticed it. The hair stylist messed with Sandra's hair for a while. The Salon only had two seats and workers. People from outside could look through the glass wall and see the people in the salon, as well as the people in the Salon could look out to the people outside. There was a large mirror in front of the seats. It stretched out all the way from the front of the Salon to the back. In the Back they had a washing place, where they would rinse off the hair products. Sandra looked at herself and yawned. The hair stylist sprayed water on Sandra's hair. She tried brushing a comb through Sandra's hair but noticed she needed to brush it with a thick brush instead. She did many things to Sandra's hair, in the end they all were worth it. In total it took about four to five hours to finish her whole hair. Rick was starting to wonder where she was. He sat on the bed smiling. He too had feelings for Sandra now. He took a sip of coffee and smiled some more. He was acting like a little kid in love, but in fact, he was a little kid in love. He reached over and opened Sandra's dresser and took out one of Sandra's piece of clothing. He held it against his chest, he could feel his heart beating quickly at the thought of having spent that wonderful night with Sandra last night. He smelled the piece of clothing. It had a sweet scent. A scent that nobody in Ebony Woods had. A scent of a woman. Most women smelled like man in Ebony Woods, but Sandra smelled so good. He took the piece of clothing and tried to throw it back into the dresser but he missed. He set the cup of coffee on top of a little table. He laid in bed and cuddled against the sheets. When the hair stylist was done, Sandra looked in amazement at her new straight, silky, black, soft hair. She stared into the mirror in amazement, trying to figure out who was that girl in front of her. She asked the hair stylist to please give her a smaller mirror, she wanted to see herself closely. The hair stylist handed her a small mirror. She stared into it. Her stomach fluttered, she thought it was because of the excitement, the unbelievable change. The fluttering stopped and turned in a nasty fatigue. She felt tired and dizzy. The room just revolved around her. Everything she saw was double, then triple. She could hardly gasp for breath. She felt nauseated, as if she was going to throw up. The smell of wet hair dye and the hotness of the hair equipment were making her feel as if she was going to pass out. To top it off, The hair stylist smelled like fish, nasty, raw fish. She was about to puke. She felt so dizzy and the light began to dim out. Her face felt numb and cold. Her vision was fuzzy, that of a TV with no channel, with the little dots of different colors, mainly gray, flickering. Her Face was pale white and cold. She was going to try to walk it off, but she let go of herself and passed out. The mirror fell out of her hand and down on the ground and broke into 7 pieces. Seven years of bad luck. But no one believed in superstition. They weren't real…Were they?

"Congratulation Mrs.Or'Lyhne" The ugly doctor said. He shoved his ugly beard right into Sandra's face. He was killing her softly with that horrible odor. Yes it was true, almost all Ebony Woods smelled bad, but nobody could beat The Doctors smell, neither did they try to. That's one thing Sandra and Rick didn't compete for. Rick stood right besides her smiling down at her. His hair was soft and it hung down. His sweet smile so warm and welcoming, his white teeth. Sandra looked at the doctor and pushed him off. "Congratulations for what?" Sandra looked up at Rick, Rick was still smiled.
"You are going to give birth to a baby" The doctor smiled at her. It was a smiling fest, or so it seemed. Sandra smiled too. Her face lightened. She was happy, she thought Rick would be too. And he was for the first nine months, Who knew life would change when the baby boy was born. Nobody.

9 months later

Rick was almost done with his story, he thought he was almost done nine months ago, but Simone had enticed him. He heard and felt her every night. Simone was jealous of Sandra. Sandra's stomach hung out so far out that she looked like Santa Clause herself. She was sitting on a chair reading a magazine when she felt pain. The baby was coming. Rick ran as fast as he could to the Doctor's house. He was excited, trying to figure out what the baby was going to look like. Trying to imagine his eyes, will they be likes his or Sandra's. His hair color, he planned so many things. To teach the baby how to play the guitar, just like he did. To get the baby into writing and drawing. He got the Doctor and they both rushed over to Rick and Sandra's house. The Doctor asked Sandra too open her legs up and push as hard as she could. While she pushed she also peed herself. You could see the baby's little head popping out. She pushed and pushed, the birth was difficult. But they managed it, Sandra gave birth to a kid. A kid with blue eyes, jet-black hair, a boy. She held the baby in her arms and shed a tear. Rick smiled and kissed both of their forehead. The baby still had blood all over his tiny body. The Doctor had let them hold the baby for a little while right before he would clean him off. "What shall we name him?" Sandra looked up at Rick. "Roderick, we should name him Roderick" Rick looked at the baby. The baby looked just like Rick. "Rod?" Sandra looked up at Rick and then at the baby. "I love it"