Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

 

‘Tat’ána’

I was born Tat’ána Nováková in Czechoslovakia in March 1970. My parents, Jakub and Kateřina were both schoolteachers in a small town not too far from Prague. My father, he taught History and my mother, she taught English. In the 1970s Czechoslovakia was under a communist regime and had been for many years. There was a lot of unrest as many people were against the communist regime. I remember my father telling me of a time when things were not so severe and most people were happy. I was about six years old at the time. When I asked him why all the people were not happy, he said that ‘you cannot please all the people all of the time’. That is the closest translation of what he said in my language into English. As a historian, my father had studied the creation of Czechoslovakia in 1918 and taught about men like Tomáš Garrigue Masaryk who became the first President of Czechoslovakia in November of 1918. He often told me how the Czechs and the Slovaks united to form the country despite the cultural, historical and religious differences they had. I used to love listening to my father talk about my country and how proud he was to be a Czechoslovakian. I think my mother shared his love for the country but not for the government of the country and was very verbal about this. My father often joked many times that she was strong minded in her ways. During that period, many people had been arrested for trying to oppose the communist government and my mother often said that she thought we should leave for the West and live in a Democratic country, where the people were free and had a voice.

What are my earliest memories of my home? At three or four years of age, I remember the green grass of summer and the fresh fruits. I remember running in a field near our home and thinking that I could run to the end of the world because the field was so big and no matter how fast or how long I ran, I never got to the end of it. (Looking back, I must have been running in circles). I don’t recall many children in the area I grew up in. I had no cousins that I visited; there were no grandparents who visited us. My parents seemed to live a life where they were the only person in each other’s life and I was part of both of their lives. At three or four I didn’t notice how isolated we were because my parents were sufficient for me. Sufficient is a new word I learned not long ago; it means enough. I think it is because of my mother’s vocation that I have grown fond of learning new English words and using them in the right fashion. Sometimes I have problems because I use words that people here in America do not fully understand. One of the men who guards us calls me ‘Little Miss Big Words’. I will come to the men who guard us later. So back to my early life—when I was seven years old my mother had a baby girl. She was born on the fifteenth of October and called Tereza, which is her name day on the Czechoslovakian calendar. I don’t know if you are familiar with how children are named in my country. Let me explain how it works. There are three hundred and sixty five days in a year and each day has a name attached to it. If you have a child on a particular day you have to call it the name attached to the day. A special permission form is required from the authorities to give a child a name that is not on the Czechoslovakian calendar. Let me think for a few moments . . . yes that is correct, I have explained it how it was explained to me. My sister Tereza was like a little fat ‘moving’ doll that ate and ate then slept and I loved her. I couldn’t wait for her to grow up so that we could play. For some reason I thought that she would grow up and I would remain the same age then we would both be seven and would play outside in the green field together. Why did I think this? It is strange looking back that I would think this—they say innocence is a buffer that protects you from harm. Life, while I waited for Tereza to grow up, was the same. My parents loved us both equally and they showed their love openly. I spent time with my father learning about the history of my country while my mother took care of Tereza. My father loved our country and he loved to teach me the history of our country and other countries of the world. He was not always in work because of the conditions of the country and because of a lot of mistrust among people. A number of small groups tried to oppose the communist government but they were quickly squashed. I remember how happy my parents were when the first organized opposition called Charter 77 appeared in January 1977. Even though it wasn’t a political party as such it had many people sign their names to it and it posed a threat as it offered independent thinking, which opposed the communist rule. Many of the people who had signed their names to it were arrested, interrogated and dismissed from work. The government closed schools and churches that they thought were teaching anything which contradicted what they dictated. Communism says that everyone is equal and should live in a classless society. It dictates that there are no wealthy people and no poor people but communal ownership among all people. It not only says this, it stops anything that contradicts what it says from contaminating the minds of the people it controls. Television, radio and newspapers are either banned or controlled. Is it good? I’m only fifteen and haven’t lived long enough to make a decision on that. What I can say is what I saw: communism takes away the individuality of a person. It strips them of their voice and it strips them of their thoughts; it tells them what thoughts to think and how to think those thoughts. In a way it can leave a person without responsibility for their actions and free to do things that are wrong and free not to do the things that are right. To some people it is good and to others it is not good. As my father said ‘you cannot please all the people all of the time.’

My parents were killed in a car accident when I was ten years old and my sister was three years old. We had no family to take us in so we were placed in an orphanage

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 10

Measure of a Friend

 

Chapter 10

 

“You said that he treated you badly for years, what happened to make you finally take a stand against him?”

Dorothy had not told anyone about the phone call she had received two days ago. She had not been able to trust anyone, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could trust Julius. “I was getting ready for work two days ago when the phone rang. I was running late and sort of knew that it was someone calling for Nigel so I wasn’t going to answer it but it kept on ringing and something made me pick the receiver up. A young girl was on the other end and she asked if I was Nigel’s wife. I said I was and she told me her name was Tatiana and she was fifteen years old. She had met Nigel at a ‘Singles’ bar, told him she was nineteen and flirted with him. He said that he was going to take her to Disneyland. He told her that I was going to borrow some money from the bank and give it to him and he would use the money to spoil her. She said that when she asked him why I would borrow money from the bank and give it to him to spend on her he told her it was because I was stupid and desperate to keep hold of him. He said the only thing I was useful for was giving him money.” She paused as she thought about the number of times she had given him money or bought him something or done something he had asked even though she had disliked it.

“Dorothy?” Julius encouraged.

She cleared her throat, “Tatiana said that she wasn’t calling me to tell me about the loan and if that was the only thing she wouldn’t have bothered. She said that she was calling because of something Nigel had told her when he was drunk. Something that the man in charge of her had heard and planned to use her as bait to get as much money as possible from him. He told her that after he got his hands on the loan he was going to cash in a life insurance policy he had taken out on me. I didn’t want to believe her, I kept telling her to stop lying to me. Over and over again I kept begging her to stop lying to me. Then she told me something that tore me up – it ripped my heart out,” she paused again.

“What did she tell you?”

“She told me it was Nigel who had hit me on my head with a hammer. She told me he had practiced how he would kill me and part of his plan was to make it look like I had been accident prone for months.”

“What?” He stared at her, shocked and confused.

“I . . . umm, I,” ashamed, she looked away.

“Dorothy, you don’t have to tell me if it makes you feel uncomfortable-”

“No, I do want to tell you. God knows I need to tell someone,” she took a deep breath. “One night I woke up and saw blood on my pillow, my head was throbbing and I panicked. I remember the look of shock and fear on Nigel’s face when I started screaming. He took me to the hospital and told the doctor that I must have been sleep walking again, fallen and hit my head. He said that I had been falling a lot recently. I knew that was a lie but I was confused and my head hurt; I felt dizzy and sick. The doctor examined me for bruises consistent with falls but couldn’t find any. I couldn’t understand what had happened. This stranger on the phone explained that my husband had used a hammer and hit me twice on my head then calmly hid the hammer and went back to sleep. She told me where he had hidden the hammer. I found it exactly where she said it would be, covered in my blood. She said I needed to leave him before he killed me. She said there had been a glint in his eyes when he spoke to her and she knew he was going to kill me. She said that she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want my death on her conscience. That was what pushed me to take a stand. Her words were like a compass directing me to what I had to do in order to survive. I searched and searched until I found the life insurance policy he had taken out.” She took a deep breath, held it for a few moments, and then released it. “It was all true; everything Tatiana said was all true.”

“Tatiana? Is she from Europe?”

“Czechoslovakia. She came here for a better life. She was living in an orphanage in Czechoslovakia with her little sister, Tereza; their parents had died in a car accident and they had no one to take care of them. One day a woman from America visited her orphanage. She told the manager that she wanted to take some of the girls to new homes in America and she had contacts with many families in America who were looking to adopt children. Tatiana and four other girls who could speak and understand English came over to America. She was full of hope and wanted so badly to be adopted and then help get her little sister adopted too. It wasn’t until after the first few weeks of their arrival that she suspected that something wasn’t right. They were moved around from one house to another house and watched by a group of men.”

Julius’ heart began to beat rapidly as he held his breath. He knew what was coming and he would give anything not to have to listen to the words.

“Within weeks Tatiana had been repeatedly raped, beaten and made to sleep with at least twenty different men. She said she lost count at twenty and thinks that it could have been more. Two of the girls she came with disappeared one night, she has not seen them again and thinks they may be dead. One day she saw a uniformed police officer in a squad car outside the house she was held in and ran to him for help. She didn’t realize that he was a customer. The police officer took her back inside and told the man in charge of the house to control his whores. She was beaten so badly that night with a baseball bat that she thought she was going to die. Now she does as she is told and trusts no one, especially the police. With everything that has happened to her at fifteen she still had the courage to phone me and warn me about my husband. She had one phone call which she could have used to save her life and she chose to use it to save my life! If that’s not Divine intervention I don’t know what is. So now I have a new purpose and I’m going on a mission.”

“What is your purpose and where are you going?”

“My purpose is to stop the exploitation of children. I’m going to Europe. I’m going to make sure Tatiana’s sister Tereza and Tatiana’s best friend Leona are safe and I’m going to help the orphanage in any way I can. And I’m going to stop this happening. I don’t care if I can only help one girl at a time. I’m going to help as many as I can. I can’t do anything for Tatiana. I tried to find her. I thought about calling all the ‘Singles’ bars and clubs that Nigel goes to but if I do that and the men watching her get spooked they could really harm her. I can’t go to the police, especially if some of them patronize brothels – they won’t help me find her.”

***

Inside the police station Detective Kowalski pretended to study the arrest sheet in front of him for a few moments then looked up, “Mr. McKenna, you have been arrested for the possible murder of your wife as well as assaulting two police officers. My men have found papers in your house which indicate that you took out a life insurance policy on your wife. You added a clause to include ‘missing’. How do you explain that? How do you explain that your wife is missing and you added a last minute clause to include payment if she is missing or if her body is never found?”

“I didn’t do that. I took the policy out, sure, but I didn’t add a clause. Someone else must have done that! It wasn’t me!”

“So who did it?” Kowalski asked. “The aliens?”

***

 

“I sold the house two days ago. The buyer has been after it for years and offered to pay within twenty-four hours. I stopped payment on his car and told the car people to take it back. Now I have about fifty thousand dollars in a private account and I’m going to disappear.”

“What if I can make that happen, Dorothy?”

“How?”

“I know an Agency that could use people like you in Europe to help stop human trafficking. I’ll help you get a new identification and disappear.” He thought of Elaina and he felt a surge of anger followed by . . . hope.

Dorothy stared at him, “You’re serious aren’t you?”

“When it comes to helping to save innocent children, I’m very serious. The question is Dorothy, are you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I need to know. First, let’s get my wife and son out of here. Cara’s brother is in London. He has a house in Oakland that we can stay in for a few months. You need to get a new perspective, I need to get some rest and then we need to get you to Europe.”

 

 

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What Gives A Man

 

Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

 

They had tried to kick the door down with their feet. They had tried to force it open with a battering ram. The door refused to budge. It refused them access to the man inside and to what they feared was his dying or dead wife.

The negotiator had failed to establish contact because Nigel McKenna would not answer the phone. Outside, the police, the paramedics and the firemen waited.

 

Inside, Nigel McKenna sat hidden under his protective fort. He had seen a UFO program once (more a cartoon than a program) that had informed him how to protect himself in the event of a possible alien invasion and abduction. In the program he had learned that aliens were able to locate humans using certain radio-like technology but blue material blocked their transmissions (the program was also geared more towards children than adults). Fascinated, he had watched as the silver aliens sent radio waves from their spaceship to earth and some of the caricature humans were captured whilst the smart caricature humans who had hidden under blue blankets were saved. Nigel, being smart, had pulled down all the blue curtains from the living room and draped them over two chairs. He sat under his makeshift tent and waited to be rescued. He had heard the police banging on his door but he didn’t trust them, they could be alien-possessed and would try to change him into one of them. There was only one person who was loyal and whom he trusted. He thought of her and cried as he rocked backwards and forwards. “Dorothy,” he whispered over and over again.

***

“Why would you think that I killed my husband?” Dorothy asked Julius. She had a comical, perplexed expression on her face as she stared at him.

“You said that you got up early to kill your husband and then you came in to work. You said that there was so much blood.”

“So much blood! Did I really say that?”

“Yes, you did. We were coming up the stairs when you-”

“Oh yes, I remember. I had a lot on my mind.” She looked at him and offered no further explanation.

***

 

Juanita Ortega looked at her wristwatch and moved towards the people on the street in front of Dorothy’s house. Dorothy’s words were still directing her as they had done since Nigel had started screaming.

 

“He will wake up at about 6am and break wind. He always does that. It may take a few minutes for him to see the knife, he may pass out after that or he may not. If he does pass out it won’t be for more than ten minutes. He’ll eventually see the room and what I’ve done and will start to scream. Wait for five minutes after the screaming starts then dial 911. Go and stand on the curb with the other neighbors and people who will have gathered there and wait for the officers to come. While you wait, tell someone in the crowd that someone else had said that Nigel might be armed. You can bet that before the police show up everyone will believe that Nigel has a gun and is prepared to use it.”

 

Juanita stood on the curb and watched with the other neighbors as the police tried to force their way into Dorothy’s house.

 

“Mr. McKenna, open the door! We need to check on your wife! Open the door!” Detective Kowalski shouted.

“They took her! The aliens took Dorothy!”

“Mr. McKenna, open the door now!”

 

“When it becomes apparent that he won’t let anyone in tell the police that you have a key to open the metal security gate at the back of the house. Be calm when you talk to the police. Don’t forget to mention how he drinks and takes drugs and he often shouts abuse at me and the reason you hadn’t said anything before was because you figured that it was just another day of him doing what he always does.”

 

“Excuse me, officer, my name is Juanita Ortega and I live next door. I have a key to the gate at the back . . .”

 

“Remember, Juanita, stay calm and stick to script.”

 

“Detective Kowalski, Sir, a neighbor has just said that she has a key to open the gate at the back door. She is friendly with Mrs. McKenna and they both exchanged keys in case of an emergency. She has gone to get the key, Sir.”

 

They unlocked the reinforced metal security gate and gently swung it open, cautious not to make any noise and spook Nigel McKenna. They moved in precision as one unit, each watching for directions from the others. Guns were held abreast; ready to be used if needed.

“Police, do not move! This is the police!”

“Stay where you are! Don’t move!”

Nigel saw the guns pointed at him; he saw men in bullet proof jackets running around calling out for Dorothy. ‘Don’t they know that she has been taken? How can they not know?’ He wondered, as he remained protected under the blue curtains.

 

“By the time they get to him he will be out of his mind and showing signs of delusion, aggression and hostility. I’ve seen him like that before so I know what the police will see. After they take him away they may call on you to give a statement. Remain calm and tell them the truth about his drug use and drinking, Juanita, that’s all I need you to do. He will do the rest. He will nail his own coffin shut.”

 

Nigel was like an enraged bull. The police had removed his blue protection; they had mindlessly just pulled it off the chairs and thrown it on the floor, leaving him exposed. He swung punches at the officers and he kicked out as hard as he could. He screamed and screamed as officers restrained him and a man with a syringe tried to inject him with what looked like silver alien-liquid.

“Mr. McKenna, where is your wife, where is Dorothy?” Kowalski asked him.

 “They took Dorothy, the aliens took her. She’s dead! You hear me? Look at the blood on the bed, she’s dead!” Nigel screamed. He struggled and fought against the police officers who restrained him.

“Keep him still,” O’Hara told the officers as he injected Nigel with the sedative.

Nigel saw the silver alien-liquid going into his arm and screamed. Before he slipped into unconsciousness he bit one officer’s hand and punched another officer in the face.

“Book him for double assault and if we don’t find his wife add possible murder onto the list!” Kowalski shouted.

 

 

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Two Plants

 

Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

 

Julius had held Cara tightly and stroked her hair as they talked – well, he had done most of the talking. She was now fast asleep. Their son was fast asleep. He gently untangled himself, got up, picked up his shoes and walked out of the room. Nurse McKenna sat at the nurses’ station; he walked over to her pulled out a chair and sat down.

“I made you some coffee,” she picked up the bubbling percolator and poured him a cup.     “Careful,” she told him as he took the cup, “it’s hot.”

“Thank you, Nurse McKenna-”

“Please call me Dorothy.”

“Thank you, Dorothy,” he placed the cup in front of him.

“Are they both sleeping?”

He nodded, “We talked until she fell asleep. Thank you for taking care of them. I owe you so much. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

“You can repay me by taking care of your wife and your son. I talked to your wife earlier – she is a beautiful person, inside and out. Never hurt her, never cheat on her-”

“I would never do that!” Julius interrupted.

“You know, I’m surprised that she is married to you-”

“Why, because she is Black and I’m White?”

“My, my, aren’t we defensive. No I meant because she is so beautiful, so articulate, so educated, obviously has had a good upbringing and is so genuinely nice. Her room was really cold downstairs but she didn’t get nasty and kick up a fuss like some women, she was so polite. She saw that I was upset and she took the time to talk to me and listen. When you came in and saw that your wife and son had been moved I watched you on the monitor as you talked to the nurse at the reception. You seemed so rough and aggressive, almost like one of those Mafia guys you see in the movies.”

“What?” He asked, again shocked at her uncanny perception.

“I know from talking to Cara that she is an investigative journalist. What do you do?”

“I’m a human rights lawyer and a business man and I work with people who understand the secret of money.”

“Money has a secret?”

“No, the secret of money just means having an understanding that money should be used for good and not evil, not hoarded, worshipped or misused, because when you use it correctly it brings happiness. My maternal grandfather and my father taught me the secret of money, now I use it to help people.”

“Wow, you’re a lawyer, a business man, a philanthropist and a wise man, you could have fooled me. When I saw you on the monitor the first thing I thought was-”

“You saw me on a monitor?” He purposely interrupted.

“Yes, this one,” she indicated with her hand where the monitor was. “Your wife described you but when I watched as you spoke to the nurse downstairs I wasn’t sure it was you so I sat and watched you for a few moments. I had to be sure you were not connected to the men who came earlier. Then I saw something in your eyes that you were trying to hide – you looked scared and genuinely worried, so I figured it had to be you.”

Julius looked at the screen. He saw the nurse he had met earlier seated at the nurses’ station; he also saw the corridor of the Maternity ward. “I thought you said this was the old I.T.U, how comes you have a monitor connected to a camera in Maternity here?”

“Let’s just say I borrowed it from my husband. He works, or should I say, used to work, part-time in the security department downstairs. I took his ID pass and keys before I left the house. I figured he wouldn’t need them anymore.”

Julius studied her for a few moments then asked the question that had sat hidden in a corner of his mind waiting for the right time to come out, “Did you kill your husband?”

Dorothy looked at him for the longest of moments then threw her head back kicked out her feet and laughed. She laughed until tears ran down her face. She laughed until her chest hurt. When she finally managed to compose herself she looked him squarely in the eyes. “There are many ways to end someone’s life,” she told him and smiled.

***

“Help me, I’m dying!” Nigel screamed.

“Mr. McKenna, this is the police, you need to remove the barricade you have against the door. My men need to come in but you have blocked the entrance!” Detective Jefferson Kowalski shouted through the door.

“No, if I open the door, more will come in. This is a state of emergency, call the President, call the Prime Minister of England, they’re supposed to be good friends!”

Kowalski tried a calmer approach, “Mr. McKenna, let us come in. We need to gain access so that we can see you’re okay. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m dying, I tell you! I’m dying! The aliens are here they are everywhere. They have made contact. They took my wife now they want to take me. They took Dorothy! They took her; now they want me!”

Seth O’Hara, a senior paramedic, rushed over; he held a sheathed syringe in his hand. “Do you think we will need to sedate him, Kowalski?”

“I don’t know, O’Hara, we may need to wait until we find out where his wife is. I saw you talking to the neighbors earlier; any news on her possible location?”

“I thought the aliens took her,” O’Hara smirked.

“Don’t even go there!” Detective Kowalski warned and frowned. “I don’t get it, the neighbors say he is usually a mean old bastard to his wife but she put up with him. What happened to make him snap this morning? He’s been screaming and shouting for nearly twenty minutes now.”

“Maybe she changed, maybe she stood up to him this morning and told him to go to hell, who knows,” O’Hara offered.

“And he got so mad he started seeing aliens? Or was he so shocked by her change that to him she’s now an alien?”

“I don’t believe in aliens so your questions don’t make sense to me, Kowalski, however I do know a shrink that makes a hundred and fifty bucks an hour who may be able to help you.”

“It’s cases like this, where I need the input of another intelligent person, that I value my partner.”

“Where is your highly intelligent partner today?”

“He’s at the forensic lab working on a case.”

“That’s a bummer; I could use some of his expertise.”

“Lose the grin, O’Hara, work with me here.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, what do you need?”

“I need answers; I hate working blind. I need to know what I’m dealing with here, where is his wife?”

“You think she’s in there?” O’Hara asked.

“Her car isn’t out front. No one has seen her since yesterday. My men are still trying to find out if she’s at work. We know she’s a nurse and she drives to work.”

“What’s the name of the hospital? I’ll ask one of the other paramedics if they know her.”

“One of my men said a neighbor told him it could either be St. Matthew’s or St. Andrew’s.”

“I’ll get one of your guys to put out an APB on her and ask my guys if they know her.” He turned to leave, “rumor has it that Nigel McKenna has a gun. There is the option that Mrs. McKenna is in there with him. She could be injured and slowly bleeding out, each organ shutting down one by one as she cries out ‘help me Detective Kowalski, help me!’ or worst still, she could be dead.”

“Remind me again, why did you become a paramedic?”

“To serve the citizens of this state, to render medical assistance when required and to save lives,” he quoted.

“No really, why did you become a paramedic?”

Both men smiled at an old joke.

“Look, Kowalski, I know you want to close this up but he sounds really out of it, plus we can’t get in.”

“I know. I just don’t want the Feds getting involved and taking over. This is supposed to be a ‘Domestic’, if they think that we can’t handle a simple ‘Domestic’, we’ll never live it down.”

They both heard a loud crash followed by loud shouts then unfamiliar silence. Both men turned to the door and tried to kick it open.

 

5 Hours Earlier

Blood stained hands knocked on the door. “Please be in, please be in,” the person whispered.

“Who is it?” The woman inside asked.

“Juanita, it’s me, Dorothy. I need your help.”

“Dorothy! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that monster hurt you again? Hold on, let me open the door.” Juanita Ortega quickly unlocked the door. She took one look at her friend’s face and pulled her inside. Then the smell hit her hard; she backed away and held her chest as she tried not to look at the blood on her friend’s hands. Juanita suffered from what some doctors classified as a form of a neurological disorder called hematophobia, the fear of blood. Her condition, which manifested itself after her fiftieth birthday, rendered her paralyzed and made her faint at the sight of blood. First, when she smelled blood saliva would fill her mouth and then her breathing would become labored. Next her heart would palpitate and she would literally freeze, in the absence of immediate rectification she would black out. “Is that blood on your hands, Dorothy?” She asked as saliva poured into her mouth and her breathing became labored. She tried to move forward to help her friend but her feet were frozen.

Dorothy looked at her hands, she hadn’t seen the blood on them if she had she would have washed them and spared her friend the discomfort. “Juanita, please stay calm. Please hold your breath, go over to the window, put your head out and take some deep breaths. I’ll go and wash my hands okay.”

Juanita held her breath, gathered every ounce of will power she could muster, rushed over to the window, stuck her head out and breathed in and out several times. The cool air calmed her.

Dorothy ran to the bathroom and washed her hands until there was no visible trace of blood. She put a large waterproof plaster over the cut on her hand then helped herself to some of Juanita’s expensive hand cream and rubbed it into her hands. She knew that it wasn’t just the sight of blood that affected Juanita it was also the smell of blood. For some reason Juanita had the ability to smell the copper in blood; doctors said that she suffered from post-menopausal selective hyperosmia, an increased ability to smell certain things. Not many people could smell copper in a glass of blood but Juanita could smell it in a drop of blood. Juanita often joked about her condition; she said that if she were a vampire she would be forced to be a ‘vegetarian’ because of her ‘HH’; she would laugh at herself and call herself the Hyperosmic – Hematophobic – Chick.

Satisfied that both the visible and olfactory evidence were gone Dorothy left the bathroom and went to see how her friend was doing. “How are you feeling?” She asked her.

“Like someone took all the oxygen out of the room and told me to breathe.” Juanita replied.

Dorothy held up a key, “I need you to take this key and do what I ask you to do. Will you please do it?”

“You are like a baby sister to me – of course I’ll do anything for you, as long as it doesn’t involve blood.”

They both smiled. Tears shone in their eyes; the day they had fantasized about many times in the past had finally come – The day of Dorothy’s escape.

“I may not see you in a while but I promise I’ll try and call you when I can, Juanita.”

“You better call me,” Juanita said as she hugged her tightly. Sadness washed over her and she struggled to compose herself, she had to be strong for her friend. She knew if anyone deserved a good life, free from the pain of abuse and violence, it was Dorothy. Knowing it didn’t stop the pain she felt at the imminent loss of their close friendship. “Okay, before I start crying, tell me what you want me to do.”

Juanita listened intently as her friend told her what she wanted her to do and exactly how she wanted her to do it.

 

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Blood Borne Connections – Chapter 5

Two Plants

Chapter 5

 

Julius gently picked up his sleeping son and placed him in the crib next to the bed. He quickly glanced at his wife to make sure he had not disturbed her. She was still asleep. He looked down at his son as he slept with one tiny hand rested against his cheek. Julius wondered at the human heart and its propensity, how it could grow to accommodate more love as and when required. He loved this child more than he could have ever fathomed. He touched his son’s hand with his finger and marveled at how his son instantly wrapped his tiny hand around his finger even as he slept. His heart fluttered at what he perceived to be a smile from his son. ‘He knows that I love him’, he thought as he caressed his tiny cheek. “I will always love you, Tyrone,” he whispered as he bent and kissed his son’s cheek.

“I guess it’s going to be Tyrone, then,” Cara said softly as she looked at him, “my dad will be pleased we’ve given his first grandson his name, Tyrone Julius Kempton, I like the sound of that.”

He looked at her and smiled, as always she stirred his heart and took his breath away. “I love you, Mrs. Kempton.”

“I love you too, Julius Maxwell Kempton,” she smiled at him as she stifled a yawn and started to sit up.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting up-”

“Oh no you’re not, the nurse said that you need to rest.” He took off his jacket, hid his gun in the pocket, kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed and pulled her gently against him.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you rest, close your eyes-”

“Maxwell-”

“Close your eyes, you need to rest.”

“But I’m not really that tired.” She buried her face in his chest as she yawned.

“Baby, I can feel you yawning.”

“How can you feel someone yawning?” She yawned again.

He yawned, “You’re using up all the oxygen in the room and you’re making me yawn as well.”

She wrapped her arms around him, “Talk to me so that I can fall asleep.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Like what?”

“Ummm, like the sound of my voice sends you to sleep.”

“The sound of your voice makes my senses tingle, it is sexy and soothing; your voice is like a silky kiss on a beautiful summer day and a luxuriously warm drink on a cold winter night.”

“Of all the women in the world I had to fall in love with a beautiful journalist who writes poetry. I remember the first night I saw you, there was this confidence about you, and this inner beauty that I knew I wanted to be in my life.” He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

“I’m listening,” she whispered.

“Remember the first, second and third time I asked you to marry me and you turned me down?”

She nodded.

“The day you agreed to marry me was one of . . .”

***

The neighbors heard the screaming, the sound of breaking glass and the banging of a hammer. Juanita Ortega lived in the house next door. She heard the sound of fear and she smiled. As instructed, she waited for five minutes then dialed 911. She told the female operator who answered her call to send the police, paramedics and a fire truck because she didn’t know what the problem was but it sounded like someone was being murdered and she could smell smoke. She couldn’t really smell smoke but she knew that this was the only way to get an immediate response. Last week when a young neighborhood girl had been knocked off her bike by a joy-rider, the police and paramedics had been called and it took them twenty-seven minutes to turn up. The fact that the nearest police station was two blocks away and the local hospital was three blocks away made a mockery of the motto ‘Protect and Serve’. Juanita took the latch off the door and went out onto the street where some of the other neighbors had already gathered. No one had made the attempt to get into the house. Then again no one wanted to be accused of breaking-and-entering. A man on Fifth and Strasberg, which was five blocks away, heading in the direction of Pomona, had forcibly gained entrance into the apartment of a female neighbor when he had heard her screaming for help one night. He had kicked the front door open and rushed in swinging a baseball bat in front of him. He saw the assailant beating the woman up and immediately swung at him with the bat. He fractured two of the man’s ribs and knocked out one of his teeth. He was only trying to be a good neighbor but for his reward he was arrested for assault and given a suspended sentence. He lost his job while he was being held in custody and his marriage fell apart because the perpetrator’s lawyer had insinuated the hint of a possible affair between the hero and the victim. The perpetrator who had broken into the woman’s house to rob and kill her, however, spent two weeks in a private hospital and then walked free. There had been a public outcry, people protested at the injustice done to the hero who had only tried to help a neighbor but he didn’t get his job back and his wife moved out of state.

 

People stood outside the house and waited for the law enforcers and paramedics to come. No one made an attempt to get into the house. No one wanted to be a hero.

Inside the house, Nigel McKenna was in a deep state of drug-induced madness. He saw aliens everywhere he looked and, as a result, he ran around breaking things, cussing and screaming that he would kill them. He saw their twisted silver faces in the mirrors on the walls, so he broke the mirrors. He saw their shiny eyes staring at him from the TV screen, so he smashed the TV. He had to destroy them before they destroyed him. They had taken Dorothy and he would not let them take him.

 

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