GIRLS (origins)

GIRLS

Who can deny the sweet infectious gales of giggles coming from a bedroom of twelve year girls as they jump on the beds, fighting with pillows, feathers flying? Christine smiled, recalling that not so long ago, her baby was just that, but now Tabitha's body was changing...the most amazing thing to Chris was that regardless of any change, all the perverts in the world, she was yet still full of that innocence she'd had just a year or so ago; in her baby's mind, she was the same child, despite her mosqito-bite bumps (of which she was quite proud), her slimming, and of course, hair growth (another proud moment that lasted about 5 seconds).  In the main, it was forgotten. Moreover, it had meant nothing to Tabby, why should something so personal mean anything to anyone else?

Why indeed? What a good point, Christine thought: "From the mouths of babes".

Still, even though she'd been somewhat aware at some point, like all kids, it had been easily forgot.

And so Tab was totally oblivious as  she and her friend, Maddie, walked about in skimpy tank tops and underwear, utterly innocent of anything remotely obscene.

This posed a bit of a dilemma, for a mother must wonder what she could say or do to maintain that beautiful bliss of ignorance while ensuring protection--you hear so much these days. And her father, well, as a man, he could only imagine the vulgar thoughts of other boys and men.

A pain deep inside hit her then, a clammy sweat broke as the squirming inside felt like her baby had once, only demonic, not beautiful. She wondered why she felt this way, for it was no stomach ache, and with this roiling in her solar plexus came a foreboding, a warning, deep and penetrating.

Then she thought of her husband again, how  he never wanted Tabby on his lap anymore...or anywhere much near him, for that matter.

"You're getting too big for this, darling. You're getting too old, too." He says.

 

And something slithers in her belly, something she can't name and something she wanted to leave nameless, for surely her husband, the father of this beautiful girl could not possibly be thinking....NO.

Put it out of your head. It's the news, it's the horror in the world, it's poor little Alyce down the street, whose mother just got the nerve to throw the bastard out after messing with Alyce for God knew how long. It's not in our house. It is NOT within our reality, right? It couldn't be, NO, never, NEVER...

Just then Tabby and Maddie in all their home wear regalia bounced in, excited as ever, a feather in hair, stuck on ear, smiles like the cheshire cats.

"Mom! Daddy! Guess what! Maddie and me, we made the swim team! And Daddy, can we go to the One Direction concert, PLEEEEASE? Oh, they're so dreamy...." And Tabby goes on, her father glinting at her in a way Christine could swear was NOT any kind of pondering about swimming or silly concerts. 

Christine hugged Tabby and her "adopted" daughter, Maddie, until squishing them and getting a grunt...

"That's great honey! We're so proud of you!" She beams, her little girl squeezing against her and all Christine can remember is the Tabby as a  tiny baby so dependent on her, then the  toddler who responded and learned, the little girl afraid of school, and finally, this awesome little lady who had more friends than Chris could ever dream of...This was her amazing baby and she'd do anything to protect her.

She got misty, nostalgia at once sweet and sad and so profound; but then that sqirm, warning her that something was not right...

"So, can me and Mad go to the concert? It'll be like our reward for doing so well in school!"

Yeah, put Ma on the spot. Tab was great at that.

"I don't see why not...hon? What do you think?"

(She had to include him, but her guts almost double over, that roiling, slithering thing responding, it seemed, to his name)...

Will shifted, the game playing on the 52" flat screen in front of him, a whiskey tumbler next to him.

"There going to be any boys?" He asked this with something other than fatherly concern, she was sure of it...was it jealousy?

Her guts slithered, the beast growing inside not willing to be quiet or in denial, not willing to be pushed aside.

"Oh, Will, of course there'll be boys." Somewhat quietly she added, "Not the kind you have to worry about." 

To Tabitha, now munching on an apple, she said, "Where's Maddie? Still in your room tearing up pillows?" She gave a mock disapproval, furrowing her brows.

At this, Tab giggled and yelled for Maddie. "MADDIE!! COME HERE!"

"Thank you, dear, now I really am deaf! You couldn't go get her?" Tabitha shrugged nonchalantly, crunching her apple.

"Maddie, did you call your mom and get permission from your mom? You know I'll have to talk to her...who will chaperone?" At that, the girls visibly slumped, they weren't getting their way, obviously. And Chris remembered how difficult it was to do anything with Maddie's rich parents, always gone, always leaving Maddie to maids, nannies, governesses.

"Well you're not going by yourselves and that's final" Will's peanut gallery finally piped in. "No way, nope, not going to go meet boys and get pregnant, not in this house, goddammit!"

He drank that poison from his tumbler, his face flush and that coiling creature told Christine there was something else was there, if only she'd open her fucking eyes to this bastard, to who he REALLY was, to how he REALLY viewed Tabby.

She almost slumped to the ground, leaning against the sink to hold herself. It was then she really let go, let "It" take over and when she did, she was part relieved and part horrified, regretting every bloody second and yet grateful she did not have to wonder any longer...

And that was it, once given the reins,  that nameless, faceless, hideous writhing thing took over and bloody images flashed lightning quick and painful through Chris's mind.

And that was it, once given the reins,  that nameless, faceless, hideous writhing thing took over and bloody images flashed lightning quick and painful through Chris's mind.

She knew now it had never been nameless; it was fear, RIGHTEOUS fear and RAGE, her intuition trying to warn her and now it was too late and suddenly she understood poor Alyce and her mother, Mrs. Hart, too, for this must be the rabbit hole...

Mrs. Hart had been no mad hatter, just cleaving her husband to bits, no,  she'd known the truth and had been punished for it...

She managed to choke this down, even as she could see Will feeling up their beautiful Tabitha, telling her it was all right, that his fingers would help, that wasn't it better with him? Oh holy Jesus how she could have screamed at that moment, how she could have killed him, how she could take a broom to his ass and make him truly UNDERSTAND... and yet her friend and she that  none of this had happened...yet. But her new friend warned her, it would, it was inevitable, it was on its way and it was traditional Greek and Freudian and what could she do?

In response, she could see the axe she kept in the basement and she could feel his bones break as she smashed his face, could feel the tiny bones of his skull give way, the warm spurt of the bath of blood upon her face, the meat on the walls and suddenly she thought of Lizzie Borden...all this went on in her head, blood and gore and disturbing thoughts and yet her voice was not shaky.

"Oh, Will, that's a strange thing to say...I don't think boys listen to boy bands, unless they like boys! That's silly! But girls, you know we parents have to talk...Maddie? What does your mom say?"

"She said me & Tab could go if you said yes!" Light and hope filled her little face, but it was a typical answer. Chris would have to call Hayden, Maddie's mother, and she did not relish the idea....

That slithering, writhing creature became more and more demanding and it was harder for her to concentrate. She excused herself, went to the bathroom, and made a deal with the monster inside her.  "Just let me get the girls gone and I'll deal with it, I swear, but you have to let me think!"

"MOM!! Everybody's going!! We just checked online and everyone's mom said yes! Come on mom, don't be so like a 90s sitcom, PLEAAASE!"

With that, Chris opened the door, pale with cold sweats and said, "Yeah, you can go, I don't mind. Just tell your dad that Mad's mom is chaperoning, okay? Do me that favor, please?"

Bouncing up and down like a cheerleader, Tabbie threw her arms around Chris and said she promised. "And I promise I'll be good, I won't talk to strangers, I'll stick with my friends, and I will have my phone, okay? Mom? You don't look so good, are you alright?"

Struggling to breathe, to keep the snake-like monster down, she gasped, "I'm fine, baby, mommy just needs to lay down. I have a bad headache." 

Tabitha put her shoulder under her mother's arm, trying to support her and Chris felt again what a child she was, her shoulders bony and thin, breast buds just beginning, freckles sprinkled everywhere on her pale skin, how any bastard could think of this girl (or any other) as sexual, she simply could not fathom, and that realization made the writhing in her guts that more prominent.

Now she felt as though she would vomit. Laying Chris down on the bed, Tabby put the trash can next to her and brought water, wondering what in the world could be eating her mother. She had to be strong, she knew that much, for something weird was happening.

"I'm okay, baby, just a migraine...why don't you go over to Maddie's for a bit, okay? And put some clothes on, please." This was the first time her mother had said anything like that and Tabitha wondered why, but did as she was told, pulling on jeans and a new shirt for the school year. "Let's go!" Maddie's typical response; she was rich, with nannies she could easily trick, her parents always out of town.

The transformation began once the girls left... After the initial birthing pains, the Righteous Monster of Revenge took over and she felt a thousand times better...

Chris got up and stretched languorously, her entire being now part of the writhing whole. She sauntered into Tabbie's room and put on a tank top and matching boy shorts, everything revealed--and she had a lot more to show. She then did her hair like Tabby always did, pulled up in a messy ponytail; she wiped off the wifey makeup and proceeded to seduce her husband, who responded more than she'd hoped.

Some part of her--the part that was Chris, locked inside this trickster--rebelled at this, excuses like recipes repeating themselves and the slithering snake inside constricted this, telling her it was all lies.

Will's hands were all over her and part of her even enjoyed it, for it had been so long...but mostly she was repulsed. What had he done to her little girl? Oh God, could it be true? That was answered with a resounding "yessssssss" reptilian and snakelike as the creature still controlled her and as she was relieved that she didn't have to do it herself.

He never even bothered to ask why she was dressed like that, what all this was about, no, he simply responded with  an attention she'd not had in years, his erection speaking for itself...

"Mmmm, oh, you're so beautiful, God..."  Will was whispering all kinds of sweet nothings of sexual desire into her ear and her stomach turned inside out and the beast took over...a voice that was not her own came from her throat and she realized she was but a puppet for this vindictive puppetmaster.

Throaty, growling, she sounded like the demons in the movies, she grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and in his face, her guttural friend demanded from him his intentions.

"Is this what you want from Tabitha, you sick motherfucker? Do you want to taste her sweet cherry, huh? Would you like to break her in? ANSWER ME!!" 

Will was stunned, his eyes bigger than saucers, the color drained from his face and anyone could see guilt.

"No....no, no, I'd never do anything to hurt her...she lies...what--?" he stammered, the only thing he could say.

"Oh, but you wouldn't be hurting her, would you? You'd pleasure her, right? Is it a Daddy's job to break in their little girl? I know you look at her, I've seen you look at Maddie too. TELL ME NOW or I will not be able to hold him at bay any longer!" Her voice was like a thousand otherworldly dead, like Satan from movies, and as she spoke, pictures shook and  fell off the  walls, a wind from nowhere blew his hair back and he knew he was fucked. How could he answer?

But before he could, Chris leaned into him and kissed deeply, not with passion or love, but hate and he could feel it, a slithering, coiling, writhing monster make its way down his throat to his guts.

After vomiting her rage into him, Will sat there, void of color, eyes huge, body cold and Chris felt so much better but she wondered where her resident went.

Then she felt it, like a baby kicking, deep within, and she knew no harm would ever come to her family again. Soon the girls would be home and Will would stay in bed...sick, she would say, until she tired of that excuse. 

The baby squirmed, and she knew the rest of the world was ready. It was the only way to rid society of these monsters, and she had been chosen.  She called Hart and Alyce and invited them over for coffee, it was time to organize and disperse...

THE END