Concrete Roses by Candys M.E. Mayo

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Concrete Roses by Candys M.E .Mayo

Introducing Shiloh Denise Hill

Preface

Shiloh is troubled. Whether it’s from her junkie mother, who left her at the hospital without even bothering to name her, or the foster homes she has been bounced around in over the years is all that we can guess these troubles are stemmed from. Shiloh is a 28 year old woman with a serious chip on her shoulder. Life has taken so much from her, and she is now ready to collect ten times fold.  In her search for happiness and personal gain she will stop at absolutely nothing to get what she wants; Even if that means murder. The one thing that is no argument is, she has even deemed herself as being “Unfixable”.  Shiloh got her name from the nurses, they decided to name her after the hospital she was left in, and Denise Hill was the name scribbled on the sign-in paperwork in the E.R. the day that she was born. No one ever even knew if it was a real name… Later times proved that it was.

Chapter 1

She almost never ate and she never ever sleeps at night, this comes from years of practice, frightened by the thought of being awakened by her foster father. Perry… that was his name. Perry was the king of losers, un-appreciated in life in every way. He couldn’t have kids, he wasn’t at all attractive and he was like most child molesters, a very insecure man.

From her first day in their home he wasted no time violating her. He liked to spoon with her and hold her after he forced himself on her. Sometimes he’d cry; sometimes he’d tell her and planned to marry her, most times he complained about her foster mother, his wife; he would even tell her that he would kill himself is she ever ran away and tried to leave him. The, at the time, 11 year old Shiloh was more confused than saddened. She was able to deal with the sex, but she understood very well that she did not love this man at all. She never wanted him to do to her what he did, but it just worried her that he wanted to talk to her. She never ever responded to him; most of the time she’d lay there and daydream about the mother that left her in the hospital. She’d plot out her revenge, and play out the creative ways to bring about her demise. She’d murdered the faceless figure in her daydreams 472 times. Then her attention shifted from murder plots of her mother, to murder suicide thoughts of her foster family, to just plain suicide. She’d just tune him out, suffer the raft of his heaving thrusts once more before he would go away and re-join his wife in bed. Mrs. Harper slept, peacefully, through all of Shiloh’s torture. When Shiloh confronted her about it years later she, claimed to know nothing about the abuse.

Shiloh knew he raped the boys too, but she knew they’d never confirm it. She often wondered what he said to them and how they were able to mask it so well; a down-low battle within himself that he unfortunately played out at the sufferings of the foster children. Her theory proved itself true on May 22, 1994. Perry attacked her and violently forced his manhood into her anus. The body temperature blood shot out of her like a shaken canned soda that had just been opened. He had already prepared himself for her scream as he clasped his hand firmly over her mouth. The eruption seemed to turn him on more and he brutally slammed himself into her 120lbs body repeatedly. The pain unbearable, she cried and shrieked and tried to get away as she lay helpless on her stomach. His un-resentful grip continued in pain, blood and agony for another six minutes. His climax seemed to be more intense than any other on this day. He clenched his teeth down in her right shoulder in an effort to mute his hellish growl. His teeth cut into her flesh and she again tried to remove herself from his grip but was unable to do so. She laid there crying and angry and humming through his hands to please stop. This must have caught his attention and he quickly removed his teeth from her and also his hand but his throbbing and now shrinking erection was still inside of her anal cavity. He looked at her with repenting and remorseful eyes and he slowly pulled his body away from hers. His stiff penis now saturated with a sludge of fesses and blood.

The motionless body of the now 14 year old Shiloh, lay there only confirmed still alive by the hint of a whimper now being smothered out as she buried her face into the pillow along with her sorrow, grief and questions of why me. Still in shock of his actions and now hers, Perry tries to connect to her. In his mind, she was his lover and had been for years why would she be saddened by tonight? He whispers “I just wanted to change it up a little bit babylove, you know try something new. I thought you were getting bored with me. I’m sorry babylove…” He reaches out to touch her but he’s stopped by the vision the light from the moon is now providing of the trail of blood that is seeping from under her and the splatter pattern left on the wall, and all over his chest and waist.

He jumped up in frenzy with and spat a bunch of I’m sorrys, ran downstairs and hurried to clean his body. He threw on a clean shirt and some pants no underwear. He darted down the stairs to the basement, carrying with him the evidence of his actions, including the sheets from Shiloh’s blood-soaked bed.  All the while he was being careful to not wake his wife. He came back up the stairs to find Shiloh entertaining her bloody body in the same panicked manner as she fights thru her pain. She had her mop bucket, already prepared with water and a wash rag to clean up with as she always did after their encounters. She could barely walk and was still crying silently. She lost her footing and fell to the floor. Afraid his wife, sleeping just below the finished attic bedroom, might have heard the fall, he shushed her in the midnight silence. He then grabbed her and sneakingly took her to the hospital. He backed the car from the driveway with no head lights on and drove off. He had driven almost the whole block before he remembered to turn them on.

On the way to the hospital, he just kept telling her that she needed not to worry about what happened today. He concocted a story for her to tell the nurses about her running away and being attacked and this is the way he found her when she got back. He told her to tell the hospital staff that she ran up to the first car she saw and he was just a by-stander driving by. He had then planned to go home to his wife and would pretend to have no whereabouts to what happened when the staff called him and his wife. A call that was never going to come in. He pulled up in the front of the hospital and rushed her from the car. He stopped her just as she got out and said “I forgive you… you know, for starting your menstrual last month. I know you only did it because you want us to have a baby. But now is not the right time. You don’t need to worry about what happened tonight, you will get used to the other way. We’ll continue to do it this way until we are both ready for our baby. Okay?” She looked at him eyes still filled with tears and nodded. She got out and saw him patting away at the blood spatter left on the leather seat of his Cadillac CTS. She reached to close the door and he rushed her off just go just go I got it. He pulled off and the friction of the wind closed the door enough. Apparently he had chickened out, and decided not to accompany her inside. Shiloh stood in the cold and watched as his tail lights disappeared down the ramp.

Her walk through the ER doors was slow and methodic, each stepped confronted in pain that seemed to not let up. On that walk, her mind was made up to never be a victim again, and by the time the automated doors opened, her tears were gone. Shiloh was gone… forever.

She shifted her bruised body towards the counter where the receptionist was aggressively typing out a parking memo and she became instantly agitated by Shiloh’s presence. Before the battered teen could let out a sentence, the white trash receptionist lifted a dried out hand then extended one finger toward the ceiling light missing one bulb above. Shiloh’s reflexes made her glance up at them, and then her focus was drawn to the chipped red paint on her nails. “One minute please” and she pointed, never even lifting her face from her computer screen. Then she pointed to a stacked of wrestled up papers that had fallen over on the counter top. “Please fill out an intake form, the Dr will see you shortly”. Her attention still diverted to the monitor, she was now no longer with Shiloh.

Shiloh turned towards the sloppy stacked and was greeted with the look of disgust that was on some of the lobby room patience. It confirmed her suspicions that the small tickle she’d felt earlier was now revealing to the hospital guest of her injury. Just and she had that epiphany moment, she felt the thick trail of blood break away from its dried place on her skin and escape its way down her leg like a run in cheap pantyhose.

She beaconed up the courage to face the room of uncomfortable guests and took a seat. She looked over the intake form in panic, she was under age and knew that the slightest hint to anyone of who she really was, meant going to juvenile or heading into another group home.  So she decided to use the name that no one could possibly ever track back to her. The name of her biological mother, the one who had left her in the hospital the day she was born.

By now the crimson colored stain had escaped the back of her leg, down past her ankle and flip flop shoes. It now created a crescent shaped puddle on the linoleum floor around the back of her right foot. Troubled still by the stares and whispers, she decided to go into the restroom. Again, her walk was slow and tenacious, she didn’t need to use it, and she just wanted the gossiping eyes off of her.

Upon returning to the lobby, she decided to stand against the wall at the back of the room that was nearest the restroom. She witnessed a guest warning someone against sitting in the seat she’d just left because of the blood. She watched the irritated over middle aged man shake his head in disgust and struggle his limp over to another seat.

Leaning her back against the wall, Shiloh escaped the day’s tragedy with one of her favorite pass time activities, picturing herself murdering the woman who had abandoned her. She wondered if she had siblings and if this woman had done this to another child in another part of the city. She wondered still, what she looked like and how disfigured her face would be after she’d doused it with battery acid. Then she thought that would be too easy of a disfigurement and people might feel sorry for her. She thought, “Maybe I’ll befriend her and poison her slowly each day.

This last event was enough to proclaim that she was never going to be the victim again. She walked out of that hospital a new being… with a torn rectum and a permanent bite mark tattoo on her right shoulder.