~The Daily Coconut~
An Extended Conversation with James "Sawyer' Ford, Part Three
Story by and © 11/2/08 Edward Wild Turkey
So we buy the outfits, and drive back to the house, where I am hustled and bustled around, cleaned and dressed. She dresses The Beetle in the matching outfit, and sets us up in a pose for the pictures. Well I'll tell you what, I didnt want no part of it, and was fidgeting and pouting. That's when she got mad and grabbed my by the face with her hand. Digging her fingertips into my jaw she Informed me that I WAS going to take the picture, and that I WAS going to behave, or she would make me hurt like I've never hurt before. No one had ever laid a hand on me before in anger, and I didnt like it. I said "You can't do that !"and was told that " I can damn well do whatever I fucking please with you. You belong to me now, and theres nothing you can do about it, so shut your fucking mouth and sit still." I started to cry, and got a sharp slap for it. I was shocked and tried to stop crying, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, but I was sure she would hurt me. She was quite pissed off at that point, because she couldn't get the pictures she wanted now, because my face had a big red hand mark on it. She mumbled violent things to herself while she fixed herself a drink , and smoked a cigarette, staring furiously at me with her evil glare. "I can't fucking believe this shit. Good for nothing ungrateful bastard.. where the fuck do you think you'd be if I didn't take you in? Your whore of a mother would have sold you into sex slavery to get the money if she didnt get her head blown off, I know how would you have liked that?. I was in full on breakdown mode at this point, and I couldn't even think that this was just the rantings of a crazy woman."