Time & Space (Short Fiction Collection Vol. 2) (17 page)

Leaning forward awkwardly over the coffee cups on the table, Toni hugged her sister, providing comfort as best she could. Grieving over lost time and regrets had become so difficult for them both.

“You’re too hard on yourself, sis. You’ve always been too hard on yourself. Those battles with depression weren’t your fault. You were sick…and you did the right thing by getting some help. No one blames you for that, so give yourself a break. You were there for dad when mom died, right? I’m sure he knows how much you love him.”

“What did Dr. Moore have to say?” Pam quickly changed the subject, speaking through tears, not wanting to dredge up any more bad memories.

Pulling away from her sister’s lessening embrace, Toni wiped her eyes. “His mental status has declined.” She sniffed to clear her nose. “I can even see it here. Half the time he doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Is he still talking about Grandmother?” Pam was eager for her sister’s response.

“It’s gotten worse.” Toni was uneasy. She didn’t like how intently her sister was hanging on her words. “Forget it. I don’t want you getting worked up about things we can’t change.”

“Tell me,” Pam insisted.

“He’s gone past talking about the abuse. Now he acts out angrily, fights with her.” Toni shook her head ruefully. “I think he’s reliving all the abuse he suffered.”

Pam gritted her teeth. “It makes me sick to think such a good man is left with such horrible memories, all he has left! All because of his goddamn cruel mother!” A strange hardness came to the lonely woman’s features—as if one emotion turned off and another turned on. “Do you know what she did to him?”

All Toni could muster was a shake of her head.

“She used to lock him in the closet when he didn’t work in the fields as long as his brothers. And how could he, he was smaller than all of them? For a fucking year she made him sleep in the basement just because she didn’t think he was worth as much as the other boys. She even beat him when she thought he ate more than his fair share.”

Pam drank deeply from her mug then with a voice just barely above a whisper, coldly said, “I wish he would have killed her.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it, Pam. What’s done is done.” Toni was afraid of the intensity in her sister’s voice, but she didn’t say anything. Pam being as close to their father as she was, she sometimes got worked up and a little carried away. Best to simply allow her to let off some steam.

“What about the gun?” Pam asked.

Toni didn’t like this line of dark questioning her sister was taking her down, but she answered. “He doesn’t threaten suicide anymore, if that’s what you mean? His mind is too far gone now. Honestly, I don’t think he’s capable of thinking it through anymore.” She sipped her coffee. “He has no reasoning left, Pam. He’s all emotion, nothing but hate for Doris.”

“Hell, can you blame him?” Pam asked, seething with anger.

Toni watched the way Pam was grasping her coffee mug – knuckles whitening from her grip, hands literally shaking with rage – and silently wondering if her sister had stopped taking her depression medicine again. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but now didn’t seem like an appropriate time to bring it up. Besides, Pam was a big girl, and could take care of herself, so instead of instigating a potentially embarrassing conflict, Toni decided to just carry on with their talk.

“He picks up the gun,” Toni continued shakily, “and screams like he’s talking to her about how he wants to kill her and how he’s not worthless.” Exhausted from the morning’s emotional output, her eyes were dry and painful. All Toni could do was let her head flop forward into her hand. “He pulls the trigger dozens of times before he puts the gun down. I usually just leave it in his room. I mean, there are no bullets in the house, and it’s the only thing that gives him peace.”

Pam stood up. “I’m going to do it, Toni.”

“Absolutely not,” Toni snapped, “it’s insane.” She stood up to look her sister in the eyes.

“He’s our father,” Pam exclaimed, “and the best damn man I’ve ever known. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to let him leave this world happy, not stuck in a fuckin’ continuous nightmare of dementia!”

“Listen to yourself,” Toni pleaded. “This is crazy. I won’t let you do it.”

Pam responded slowly. Her eyes said it all. She was going to do it. Her father’s lessons of loyalty had found a pupil in Pam’s heart, and it was family above herself –above all! “Don’t stop me, Toni. Money’s not a problem, and it’s not like I have any kids to worry about. It doesn’t matter what happens to me if I do it. At least Dad will finally get the peace he deserves.”

Toni sighed. “How can you think like this, Pam?”

“Because I can’t stand to see him suffering anymore. Don’t you get it? He deserves better than what fate holds in the cards for him…a hell of a lot better, Toni, and I’m willing to do anything it takes…
anything
to end his suffering! For Christ sakes, he’s earned it!” She embraced her sister warmly. “I’m going to do it, whether you support me or not.”

Toni knew it was true, all of it. She even agreed with her sister, but the thought of what Pam had in mind was so painful, all she could do was nod her head and weep. The two sisters embraced, searched for, and finally found understanding, or as near as they were ever going to get. Resolve and the certainty of an honorable ending for an honorable man passed silently between them.

God help us!
Toni silently prayed.

***

Toni opened the front door to see Pam wrapped in her down parka, hood thrown up and arms tight around her chest. She shook the snow off her boots, walked into the house. Her skin tingled as the warmth thawed her.

“Mommy, Mommy, are we going to the store with Aunt Pam?”

Toni smiled and knelt to enwrap Robby with a hug, “No honey, just you and I are going today. Aunt Pam has to stay here and…and…” She didn’t know what to say. Pam stepped in to help out, but her hastily chosen words chilled Toni right to the bone.

“…And take care of Grampa.”

“Oh God, Pam! Why don’t we reconsider…” Toni started to say, but Pam knelt down beside her nephew, interrupted her sister’s plea.

“What are you and Mommy going to buy, Robby?” she asked the boy.

“A new sled,” Robby said, so excited he was bouncing up and down, pulling on his mother’s arm. “Highland Toys has got the new Red Rocket Turbo Racer hanging in the front window. It looks like the fastest sled ever made!”

“Wow, sounds like a beauty. You and your mom better get going then, before someone else buys it first.”

Pam pulled Robby in close and hugged him tightly. An internal war waged brutally inside her. Upstairs the man who had sacrificed so that she could have a life lay dying in bed. The time in which she could actually do something for him was fading fast, and in her arms was one of the few treasures she’d ever had in her lonely, messed up life. She hoped Toni realized how lucky she was to have a family of her own. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Why are you crying, Aunt Pam?” the young boy asked.

“No reason. One day you’ll understand the kind of crazy things grown ups sometimes do, but I hope you never have to make such choices.” Pam knew he didn’t understand her, but she felt she had to say something. Then the perfect words came to her. “Remember big guy, family is all you have in the end! Now I want you to do what your Mother tells you to, okay?”

“Okay,” Robby said.

Toni clapped her hands trying to fake a good mood. “Head on out to the car, Sweetie. I’ll be right there.” After he thunderously stomped his way out the house, the sisters were alone.

Pam hugged Toni firmly. “Thanks, kid. Don’t worry about anything. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?” Toni asked.

“Positive. Get going.”

Toni kissed her sister on the cheek and hurried out the door before she completely lost her nerve and broke down sobbing.

 ***

Pam looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, rage burning within her as she thought about her grandmother Doris. It was because of her that her father was tortured in these final weeks of his life. Doris Petigo was in hell screaming steadily if a God existed, and the satisfaction of justice brought a smile to Pam’s face.

Withdrawing the revolver from her dress pocket, she looked in the cylinder: six bullets. She tucked the pistol back in her pocket and hurried down the hall to the closed bedroom door. Without a sound, she pushed it open. She crept to the nightstand, the gun held only inches away from her beloved father’s temple as he slept on, oblivious to his daughter’s presence. Pam could have ended his suffering right then and there, just pulled the trigger and been done with it, but if she did he’d die without ever knowing the happiness and contentment she’d vowed to give to him. Instead, Pam took a deep breath to steel her nerves, and placed the gun down on the nightstand within her father’s reach.

“Wake up you lazy bastard!” she shouted.

Sam opened his eyes, looked up. Fear clutched his heart. “Oh God…it’s you! I’m not lazy, mom,” Sam said. “I’m just resting from all the work I’ve done in the field.” Her cold eyes drilled into him. “I’ll be back at it after supper…promise.”

Underneath, Pam’s heart was breaking, but she reached out and slapped him. “Good for nothing waste,” Pam’s voice quivered and tears stained her cheeks, “I wish you would have died at birth!” Even though merely part of the act, her words stung her to the soul.

“I’m sorry, mom.” Sam sat up. “I’ll do better.”

Why wasn’t he getting angry? Pam didn’t know how long she could keep the facade up. She had had no inkling of an understanding of just how difficult it would be to carry this off.

Sam started to weep. “I wish I could do better, but I’m just a bad boy.”

No Dad!
she thought,
you’re not bad, don’t you understand! We love you, everything you ever did was for us. Do it, daddy, please. I want you to have this. I want to give you a billionth of what you’ve given Toni and me.

Sam began to breathe heavily. “I try Goddamn it! I always try my best, but you’re never satisfied!”

That’s it dad…get angry!

“My whole life you’ve treated me like dirt, momma, and it’s not fair. Not fair, I tell you! Who the hell are you to call me worthless? I hate you! I’ve always hated you!” Sam screamed, shaking with rage.

All of a sudden, the whole thing seemed cruel, but Pam forced herself to continue. It was now or never. There was no way she could go through all this again.

Her hand reached out, and she slapped him even harder across the face. “Good…’cause I hate you too, you good for nothing loser!” She began to bawl, makeup running down her face on the flood of tears. “I’m gonna lock you back in the closet, Sammy! Lock you in there for a week!”

Gritting his teeth, pushed beyond his breaking point, Sam reached for the nightstand. He picked up the revolver, a murderous smile beginning to form on his lips. “The hell you will! I should have done this long ago!”

He pointed the gun at Pam’s chest and pulled the trigger. Again and again, his finger twitched on the trigger repeatedly, violent explosions echoing through the room.

***

Sam was still pulling the trigger of the long-emptied gun, when Toni came home an hour later, a huge contented smile plastered on his tired, ancient face.

“Dad? What are you doing still…I mean, where’s Pam?” Then Toni saw her sister sprawled out on the floor on the far side of the bed, bullet holes and blood everywhere she looked. But something didn’t fit, old-fashioned blue dress, hair dyed brown and cut shorter.

An awful dread clutched Toni’s heart like the hand of death placed gently on her shoulder in a dark and lonely room. In the eyes of a demented man rapidly loosing reason, she must have looked just like Doris Petigo. “Noooooooooooo!” Toni screamed, realizing what it was her sister had done. “Why Pam…why?”

The world turned upside down then, darkness descending, and Toni fell to the floor unconscious. Sam just kept right on pulling the trigger and smiling, happier now than he’d been in his whole life.

Click! Click! Click!

STORY NOTES

Memories can be funny things. We have good ones and we have bad ones, and over the years the cruel hand of time starts to chip away at us and we’ll start to forget a lot of them. Not all of them, though. No, we’ll retain the ones that are important to us, or the ones that affected us the most as we lived our lives. Unfortunately that means we sometimes get to keep and relive the bad memories along with all the happy ones. Alzheimer’s disease is prevalent in our society and all you have to do is take a walk through any long term care facility or old age home to see how savagely the loss of memories can destroy our elders. Perhaps forgetting isn’t always a bad thing though. Perhaps there are some people out there who wished they could forget some of the terrible things that have happened to them in their lives. It’s not that easy though, and that’s the gist of the story you just read.

Memories of a Haunted Man
is a collaboration I did years ago with a good friend of mine named Everette Bell. Everette lives in Kentucky and him and I have never actually met in person but we’ve spent countless hours together online first as fiction editors at a defunct webzine called Sinister Element, then later as co-writers of four or five decent movie scripts that still haven’t seen the light of day.

Memories
almost suffered a similar fate. We wrote it and had it accepted for a small press horror anthology called Terrible Beauty, Fearful Symmetry, but the publisher went belly up just as the book was going to print and I doubt anyone other than the contributing authors and editors ever actually saw it. Everette and I even sold the movie rights to this story once upon a time to a guy who was putting together a trilogy-of-terror type film, of which our story was going to make up one of the sections. We even got paid for that film option but unfortunately that was the last we ever heard from the filmmaker and to my knowledge the movie was never made. Regardless, it’s a good story dealing with a highly dysfunctional family and how time and the heavy burden of their memories can ravage the elderly people we love and care for. I’m happy to finally have more people finally get a chance to read it. If you enjoy the story, please take the time to check out more of Everette’s excellent work. You can look him up and buy more of his fiction here: