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| The Ballad of Louisa McForrester | |
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| A day in the life | Aug 21 2010, 10:08 PM Post #1 |
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The Ballad of Louisa McForrester You've been living off table scraps a long, long time, don't you think it's time to take some of what is mine? You go telling me that's something you'd never do, someday your stubbornness will be the death of you. When I tell people about Louisa, well they can hardly believe their eyes. Barely twenty-one, with three young children, by five different men, the way her life is going, nothing would be a surprise. Her latest boyfriend ran away when she was pregnant with his son, took all the money, and trashed the place, and then went on the run. And there she was, no money for food, no money for cigarettes, with no more to lose, ashamed and sick and tired of regrets. Her mother had long disowned her and sworn to never see her again, so she don't work, can't leave the kids alone, has no one on whom to depend. So she whiles her time away with boredom, tears, and random men, which is the cause of all her troubles, this is how it all began. This month the rent is late again, there's mess under your feet. and the landlord's not happy, one more warning, she'll be out in the street. Louisa cried with a bottle of whiskey, and stared at the bedroom wall; if it weren't for her kids, whom she really did love, she would have long ended it all. So she pulled herself together, cleaned the place and tipped away all of the drink; she had to be strong, had to clear her head and needed time to think. Eventually she thought of what to do and who to ask for the cash; her brother didn't have it, her sister was poor, but she knew one piece of trash. She had known this man all of her life, but nothing in this world came free. One night with this aweful drunk, she knew that it would have to be. Then she'd go pay the rent and pack up everything into the truck, and they'd head to Tennessee for a new beginning, and better times with any luck. So she dressed up in her finest dress, did make-up and did her hair, and phoned this man to tell him again, that at noon she would meet him there. When she arrived at the house, he was choking down beer and food, and said with a grin, 'come on girl, you better screw me good..' Louisa froze when she saw him, this man she had known as a boy. 'I can't believe it has come to this, to be treated like some toy.' So she stood by the door for a moment, he got up from his chair, came closer to her, reeking of beer, and started stroking her hair. He said 'let's do this then', but Louisa lost her nerves of steel, and the man grew angry - 'I thought that we had a deal!' But Louisa grabbed her bag, and pushed him and made a run for the door, the man hot on her heels, she'd run until she could run no more. Back at the house, she dragged the kids outside and hid them under the tyre, then ran back inside, trashed all she saw, and torched the damn place on fire. Her youngest boy, tired and confused screamed 'mama, what's the matter?' Through the tears she said 'don't worry honey, things will get better!' She grabbed the kids and put them in the truck, and was about to take the wheel, with a glance back at the burning house, she could not believe this was real. But at this moment, the landlord appeared, his face shocked, seething hot. 'What the hell have you done, this was the only thing that I've got!' He shook Louisa by the shoulders like mad, and the children started to cry. 'Don't kill me!' she screamed out, 'I don't deserve to die!' But the landlord wasn't listening, he punched her until she fell to the ground, and then he left her there, and the children too, and was off without another sound. You've been living off table scraps a long, long time, don't you think it's time to take some of what is mine? You go telling me that's something you'd never do, someday your stubbornness will be the death of you. |
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