Victimizing the Vulnerable

April 15th & 16th

16:00 pm:

"Bull..." I turn away as my face begins to blush. "I don't even know what you're talking about Cass..."

"I know your mother was strangled to death.... I know she was killed as she was coming home after dark from the hospital where she worked. I know she was found dead the next morning. I also know that your brothers and you lived with your Aunt until you moved out as a legal adult....."

A sickly feel sets in the pit of my gut as I turn to face her. No one was supposed to know about my connection to this case. Sergeant Dick of Sucker made the very clear from day one.

"Well then...." I mutter before pushing through her to exit.

"Denver!" She calls out. "I didn't mean to upset you!"

19:33 pm:

I slurp back my fifth rum on rocks before I even think about what happened to my mother.

"Two...two more....more...more...my good bartender...." I hiccup as I go deep into thought.

My mother was a kind nurse who worked in Longterm care. All she wanted was for my brothers and I to grow up in a perfect life minus our jackass of a father who left us after I was born. I still remember giving a kiss to her the same day she was killed and her telling me not to stay up to wait for her; I never got any sleep that night. Memories of her are trapped in the back of my mind, I don't want to deal with all the issues she has caused me due to her death. My depression is already bad enough, I don't need to add mother issues either.

I slurp back both run on rocks within seconds of the bartender handing them to me.

"Last drink buddy, then I'm cutting you off for the night!" The hefty man growls as he wipes down another dirty glass.

"Give me...give me...give me your strongest drink so I can forget about my murder of my.... Of my....of my dead mother!" Hiccuping I demand sternly. "These memories are worst than any hangover will...will...will be..."

"One barracuda coming right up."

I never saw my mother cry. I never saw her show fear. She was the strongest, bravest women ever; a tragedy that her case was never solved. It feels like a piece of her is missing, her killer is missing.

The bartender slides me over a tall glass filed with lime green liquid. A logo of a barracuda is stamped on the glass as cherries and ice cubes dance around from the bubbles.

"I gotta warn you," he mutters. "The stuff is known to cause even the hard weights to black out."

"Pfft!" I mutter before chugging the entire drink.

06:30 am:

"Ugggh!" I groan as a ray of light slips through the tiniest crack of my window.

My head feels like someone is taking a jack hammer to it. Every sound, every light, every little movement is sending shooting pain all around my head.

"I lied....this hangover is worse than any memories...."

Gripping my pillow as I roll over and to my surprise another body fills the bed. I reach over slowly to feel for the lovely breasts of the women next to me.

"Dude!" As he turns over I jump back to my surprise. "I knew you wanted more...."

"I AM NOT A HOMOSEXUAL!" I quickly panic , jumping to my feet. "There must be some mistake."

"Yes!" The man chuckles when smoothing back his long, silky black hair. "The mistake is we did six rounds of hard core-"

"Don't even say it..." I mutter gazing out the unknown window. "I'm assuming I'm at your place?"

"And I'm assuming your named isn't Rocko Slavio the famous man stripper from Europe?"

"What the hell did I just do?!"