Introduction:
“Tragedy in life normally comes with betrayal and compromise, and trading on your integrity and not having dignity in life. That's really where failure comes.” Tom Cochrane
Mari ~Part II~
Mari had not spoken to anyone, now, for a couple of days,
locked up in her room awaiting disposition to her sinful acts. She kept
thinking “If I were dead, I wouldn’t have
to awaken to this shame”. Her mind and heart kept battling moments of
immense despair, not breathing, at time, as each wave of agony hit. She curled up
in her bed praying for sleep that would not come.
Finally, her mother came into the room and sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing her hand said “My dear sweet child, your father has decided you will travel to the United States and live in a Catholic boarding school for your high school”.
Mari protested vehemently “Mama, I don’t want to leave my home please Mama, please forgive me, I will never do this again, I swear please let me talk to Papa!”.
Mari’s mother shook her head and simply said “Querida he does not want to speak or even look into your eyes right now”, “Pack your things, we are leaving on the morning train.”
Finally, her mother came into the room and sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing her hand said “My dear sweet child, your father has decided you will travel to the United States and live in a Catholic boarding school for your high school”.
Mari protested vehemently “Mama, I don’t want to leave my home please Mama, please forgive me, I will never do this again, I swear please let me talk to Papa!”.
Mari’s mother shook her head and simply said “Querida he does not want to speak or even look into your eyes right now”, “Pack your things, we are leaving on the morning train.”
The following day began fresh and splendid after an early morning
tropical shower. Mari could smell the earth mixed with jasmine, an aroma
familiar and adored, for which she cried about inside and after a two day
journey Mari and her mother arrived at their final destination. Her room was
like a prison cell, small, cold, tiled, no bath room (the bathroom was a
communal down the hall), a single bed and dresser, nothing else and this was
where she lived for the next three years, summer, winter, fall and spring. School
and the tedium from the dorm mother, Sister Roach, helped cure the immediate pain
of loss, but a hole had been created which would always be there. It was just
less prominent as time went by.
One day Mari’s mother comes to visit. It was the beginning of
summer and although there were no classes, Mari was involved in many
activities. “Mama, I have missed you so much!”, “How are you? How is Papa?” Mari spoke in a quiet uncertain
manner. She kept thinking “Mama what did
Papa do with Ale?”; however knew very well this was not a conversation to
have. Mari could not stop thinking about those days three years ago, it weighed
deeply in her heart.
“Mari, I am here to take you home for a summer visit”, her mother quickly stated. “Pack your things; we leave on the evening train.”
“Mari, I am here to take you home for a summer visit”, her mother quickly stated. “Pack your things; we leave on the evening train.”
The gloom instantly disappeared, as if someone had handed
her a gift of life. Mari was happy again, she rushed about packing; they were
letting her come home for the summer. She was a strikingly beautiful young
woman now, fully developed and yes still a virgin. As she readied herself, she
kept thinking quietly “I wonder what Papa
will say to me, he has not spoken to me in three years.” In the back of her
mind and deep in her heart, she was scared of being rejected again. The trip
was long and tedious; however they both arrived safely home. There standing in
the patio was Papa and Mari for the first time in three year began to cry
openly, sobbing “Please forgive me Papa?”
He hugged her tightly stating “We have missed you my sweetness and welcome you home with open arms, there is nothing to forgive.” So, Mari made it home!
He hugged her tightly stating “We have missed you my sweetness and welcome you home with open arms, there is nothing to forgive.” So, Mari made it home!
However, there were restrictions, placed on Mari by her
father. A man by the name of Elizeo was hired to watch over her, at a distance,
during those long summer days when she would go horseback riding or walking
about. He would report back to the father every evening on the day’s actions
and/or events that transpired something Mari never knew. Elizeo, a man of
middle age, lived with deep anger and regret in his heart. He had five or six
children, a wife of fifteen years with no passion left yet there were those
needs. She would always reject his advances “Elizeo, every time we have sex, I
get pregnant, I don’t want any more children, STOP!” He was frustrated beyond
words and began to covet the beautiful Mari at a distance. Once, when she ventured
to bath in the spring, he watched, as she took off her clothes. She was voluptuous
and so ripe. Large pointed breasts, with long nipples, well defined buttock and
he fantasized her taste on him over and over; relieving himself sexually, on
occasion, as he maintained a close yet vigilant eye on his assignment. He kept
thinking to himself “Well she has this
reputation of being a slut at a young age, it serves her right, and I am doing
what every man would do.”
Towards the end of July, Mari asked permission to ride by
horseback to where the two rivers met, a good two hours away. Her father granted
this permission with the caveat that Elizeo ride with her for protection. This
was the first time Mari had ever met Elizeo and from first impression,
something about him made her uneasy “This
man frightens me!” The hair on the
back of her neck stood on end and this
time she was going to speak-up. Taking
her father aside she said in a quiet tone “Papa this man frightens me, can you assign someone
else to the duty please”.
“No mi hija, I have full confidence that he is a man of good character, go have fun and be safe, my sweetness.” Mari set aside her protective instinct for the desire to see the river and at the break of dawn; they rode off towards the intended destination.
“No mi hija, I have full confidence that he is a man of good character, go have fun and be safe, my sweetness.” Mari set aside her protective instinct for the desire to see the river and at the break of dawn; they rode off towards the intended destination.
Several hours later, they arrived. Mari dismounted her
horse, tied him up to a tree branch and roamed off, alone towards the river
bank. She took a spot on a large rock alongside the river, placing her feet into
the cool water below, thinking “this is
heaven on earth”. Distracted by pleasure, Mari suddenly realized that
Elizeo had quietly crept up behind her and as she turned to face him, instinctively
alarmed at his close proximity, she became frightened and distressed. Elizeo quickly
placed a choke hold around her neck, dragging her to the ground. Her mind
started screaming, heart beats raced and her only conceivable thought was “This guy is going to kill me!” He was
older, stronger and began brutally dragging Mari to a sandy beach area, tearing
clothing as he drug her along, choking her, where at times she could not
breathe and blanked out. Mari kicked and screamed violently, she wanted to live
and almost by the grace of God, Elizeo makes a fatal mistake, placing his hand
over her mouth in an effort to shut up the screaming, Mari opened her mouth,
sinking her teeth deep into his hand tissue, quickly drawing blood and pain. In
agony, Elizeo loosened his grip, Mari automatically thought to herself “Now fight and run or die”. She kicked
him in the face, knocking him down to the ground. Free, Mari, got up and started
running towards her horse, second later she is on her way home. Her mind was
completely blank all that mattered was getting home.
Upon her arrival, brutally assaulted and half-naked, the
seventeen year old, Mari, found her father, standing before him in agony and
shame, screamed “And this was someone you trusted, Papa!”
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved
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