Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (58 page)

The cops went into my apartment and looked
for Veronica, but they couldn't find her. They radioed the officer
who was waiting with me. He asked me where she was hiding and if I
had warned her. I told him no I didn't, I couldn't, because he had
my cell phone.

Then he looked at my phone and said that she
was texting me. He read me her message: "Why would u do this to me?
I love u! I thought u love me too."

I felt so bad. I didn't want her to think I
turned her in. Not now. We were finally getting along. We had been
having a good time together for the past two days, while we were
staying at my place with Venus. Things were finally starting to be
the way I had always pictured them in my head. Veronica and me at
home, spending some quality time together, without all these other
crazy crackheads or dope boys.

The other officers couldn't find Veronica,
because she was hiding behind a closet door in my guest bathroom.
When she texted me that message that the cop read to me, she also
texted her mother, and told her that I had called the cops on her,
that she was hiding in my bathroom, and that Rachel should come
rescue her. But instead, Rachel told the cops where her daughter
was hiding in my house.

The other officers returned to my car and
handed me my gun. They didn't charge Veronica or me with it. That
was really nice of them. Then they told me: "We saw her crack pipe
on your dining room table. If we don't find her, we will charge you
with that pipe and take you in." Terrific! I knew it. I was going
to jail today.

Then their police radios crackled. The cops
stepped away and talked on their radios and then to each other.
They had gotten a call from their dispatcher, with new information
from Rachel. That's when I realized what was going on: Rachel had
told the cops hours ago that she would meet up with Veronica, and
told them to arrest her, because she had a warrant. So for the past
few hours, the cops had been waiting at Starbucks, and then later
at McDonald's, to arrest Veronica, just like I had thought. But
when I told Rachel I was going to meet her alone, the cops came to
my house and waited for me.

We all went back to my place. The cops told
me to go get Veronica out of the bathroom. She cried and told me to
go away. I felt terrible. I just wanted to give her a hug, and make
it all better somehow, but the cops followed me into the bathroom
and arrested her.

"Will you please tell her it wasn't me?" I
begged the officer who grabbed her.

"It really wasn't him," the cop assured
Veronica and then took her outside. All the officers left. It still
didn't really sink in yet what just happened.

I went into the living room. Venus was
hiding under the table. One of the cops came back and said Rachel
was on her way here to pick up the dog.

"I don't want her here," I told him. "I
can't stand that woman. She's the reason why Veronica is an addict.
And I can't believe she would do THIS to her."

"If you don't give her the dog, she might
press charges for theft," the officer replied.

I wasn't in the mood to argue. I was
stressed out enough already. "Alright fine. But you give her the
dog. I don't even want to look at that woman right now."

The cop tried to help me catch Venus, but
she was too quick. She kept hiding under the dining room table,
then squirreled her way behind the couch, then around the living
room table back under the dining room table. "Ah, fuck it. Ok, tell
Rachel she can come get the dog," I said. The officer left. Venus
calmed down a bit, and I was able to catch her. I had her in my
arms, when Rachel came knocking. I opened the door and handed her
the dog.

"Ohhh hiii Oliver," she said in this fake
friendly tone of voice that made me want to kick her in the
ovaries. "Thank you sooo muuuch for taking care of Venus for
me!"

I didn't say anything. God, I hated that
cunt. The officer who accompanied Rachel said: "Veronica left her
crack pipe and needle lying around your house. We didn't charge you
with it this time, but you better get rid of that stuff right
away."

A few minutes later, Rachel knocked on my
door again: "Oh, can I have Veronica's phone pleaseee?"

I really didn't want to give it to her, but
it was lying right there on the kitchen counter, in plain sight of
the officer who accompanied her again. I handed it to her without
saying a word.

"Thank you sooo muuuch, Oliver."

I shoulda kicked her in the vagina, but then
I probably woulda lost my shoe. Just kidding.

About 3 or 4 weeks later, Rachel moved in
right next door from me. Riiiight... next... door! Jesus H Christ!
What... the... Fuck?!? What kind of a crazy psycho does that? I
guess she figured now that her daughter was going to be out of
commission for a while, I was fair game, and she was probably
planning to make a move on me again, like she had done last year,
while Veronica was at the Salvation Army.

"Life is like Friday on a soap opera. It gives you
the illusion that everything is going to wrap up, and then the same
old shit starts up on Monday."

Stephen King

A few hours later, Veronica called me from
jail: "I can't believe my mother did this to me. I HATE HER! I
never want to talk to her again. I was just getting used to living
at our condo, with you and Venus. I was looking forward to our life
together. Honestly, while I was in jail last time, I was worried
that I wouldn't to be able to be sober and live up to your
expectations. I felt like I was gonna let you down, and that I
would be really uncomfortable. I thought I would feel like I'm
under a microscope all the time. But I really liked living with
you. I was comfortable. And happy. I fell in love with you all over
again. I feel like my mother ripped me out of our life together. I
will NEVER forgive her for this!"

I felt the same way. While she was staying
with me for those two days, I finally felt like things could
actually work out. I felt like my sobriety would rub off on her.
And because she was such a personality mirror, who always took her
behavioral cues from the people around her, I thought that, while
living with me, she would learn to be kind, lovable, humble,
charitable, honest and loyal, because I'd like to think that those
are my most dominant character traits.

"I want to put that bitch in jail," Veronica
said. "My mother is a junkie, just like me, but she's always on her
high horse, like she's better than me, because she has never been
arrested. I want to knock that halo off her head. I want her to go
to jail and know what it's like! Let's think of a way to get her
locked up! Maybe we can have her arrested for stealing Venus. She's
my dog, and if you go get my paperwork from the vet, we can prove
it."

When Veronica called me back the next
morning, she asked me what I was doing. She was worried that I
would start hanging out with other girls again: "I know I have hurt
you really bad, and I really have no right to ask you not to hang
out with other girls while I'm in jail. But I just want you to know
that I really love you, and it would hurt me a lot if you start
seeing other girls."

I promised her that I wouldn't. I had waited
for her this long, a few more months wouldn't make much of a
difference at this point, as long as she promised not to run off
again next time she gets out, and not to cheat on me any more while
she's in jail. No jailhouse romance, no "special friends," no sex
with someone else, no love letters. I wanted her to be 100%
faithful and loyal to me, just like I would be to her. I wanted to
have a normal relationship with her. Love is a deep bond between 2
people. Not 3 or more.

She swore she would be good this time:
"Trust me, I have learned my lesson. I am never going to hurt you
again. I am so sick of these grimey people in jail. I can't stand
any of them. I have no interest in dating them, or even talking to
them. I just want to come home to you, make love to you, and live
with you. I want to have a baby with you. I'm not going to it fuck
up again."

Then she told me that she knew she couldn't
ask me to sit home alone for months again. She said: "If you're
going to hang out with anyone else, I'd be least hurt, if it was
with Lucy. I don't want you hanging out with any other girls at
all, but if you are gonna hang out with one, I'd rather it be with
Lucy than someone else."

I figured that was her way of saying: "I
know you're going to want to have sex, and I can't expect you to be
celibate for yet another year, just because I fucked things up
between us again. I know this was all my fault. I owe you one. So
go have sex with Lucy, you have my blessing." I don't know if
that's really what she meant, but that's how I took it.

Lucy called me a little while later. She was
staying at the Suburban on Metro and Colonial, with her latest
pimp, Wigger. He was a white nigger. He sagged his ghetto chic
pants, spoke in incomprehensible ebonic gibberish, like he had been
dropped on his head as a baby, and walked with a bounce in his
step, because he thought he had swag. Man, I hated that little
douchebag.

It was the same deal as always: He pimped
Lucy out, took her money for the hotel room, took her money if he
drove her to outcalls, had sex with her, fed her drugs, and took
whatever money she had left. She degraded herself on Backpage all
day long, and then had not a penny to show for it at the end of
each day. I hated all these fucking lowlives who took advantage of
her. But she thought these guys were her "friends."

I told Lucy that Veronica's mother had her
arrested while she was staying with me. Lucy was glad that Veronica
was out of the picture, and she had me all to herself. I told her
that Veronica said that if I was going to hang out with any other
girl, she wanted it to be Lucy. Lucy thought that was funny. "Does
Veronica know we're having sex?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course," I replied. "Well, she
knows we used to hang out every day when she ran off after getting
out of jail and getting Jasmine's name tattooed on her wrist. I
haven't really told her yet that you and I are hanging out right
now, or that we're still having sex."

Veronica called me later that day, and I
asked Lucy to be quiet, because I didn't want to rub things in
Veronica's face and hurt her feelings. Lucy didn't listen. Instead,
she tickled me, grabbed my phone and started laughing into it. She
thought it was hilarious. Luckily Veronica didn't hear Lucy,
because the Global Tel collect call message was still playing, and
Lucy hadn't pressed zero to accept the call yet. I wrestled the
phone away from her, gave her a dirty look, and walked out of the
room, so I could talk to Veronica in private.

Every time Veronica called, Lucy tried to
make noise or grab the phone. She wanted Veronica to know that I
was spending every day with her.

I saw on her aunt Nicole's Facebook page,
that Lucy's younger sister Summer was in Cape Coral Hospital with
liver failure. She had a serious drinking problem. I told Lucy
about her sister's condition. She asked me if I could drive her to
the hospital to see her. I agreed. Then she asked me if we could go
buy some little presents for Summer first. We went to the CVS on
the corner of 41 and Edison Avenue and she bought some crayons and
paper for Summer.

It was getting later and later. Instead of
going straight to the hospital, Lucy wanted to stop here and there,
to meet up with different dope boys and get more drugs. Then she
asked me to take her back to her room at the Suburban. She had
cooked dinner for me, but we didn't get a chance to eat, because we
were in a hurry to go see Summer before the visiting hours at the
hospital were over. That was hours ago.

She told me she wanted to do some more drugs
in her room, before we headed to the hospital. She shot up and then
started smoking crack. This was taking forever. She knew I was
getting annoyed, because I had offered to take her to go see her
sister in Cape Coral, and all she did was waste hour after hour
with this drug bullshit.

She said she wanted to have sex before we
were going to go see Summer. She told me to take my clothes off and
get my dick hard for her, so I'd be ready for her by the time she's
done smoking crack. I masturbated for an hour, while she paced
around the room smoking crack, or sat down on the bed next to me,
occasionally rubbing my dick with one hand, while playing with the
phone in her other hand, or sucking the head of my painfully hard
dick for a few seconds with a little smirk on her face, because she
knew she was teasing me and it was driving me crazy.

Then Wigger called her and said that he
needed the room. He was on his way up. Great. I was so
frustrated.

"I can tell him to wait in the hallway while
we fuck," Lucy said.

"Nah, thanks. I don't like having sex while
people are waiting for me to finish on the other side of the door.
That's fucking creepy," I replied.

Lucy let Wigger and some other girl into the
room. She asked me not to leave, because she still wanted to go see
her sister. She said she just needed to talk to Wigger for a minute
first. They disappeared in the bathroom together. They were in
there for half an hour, while the other girl and I were sitting in
the room, waiting. I was getting so disgusted.