Bigfoot
“ What the hell always takes you so fucken long?”
“ I...I had to get some stuff done after class for the teacher.”
“ Tell your fucken teacher to hurry up with all her shit...I ain’t got all fucken day to sit here like some asshole and wait for you!”
A terrified look on his face, little six year old Paul got into the front passenger seat of the old rusted ford, taking in the strong smell of cigarette smoke as he finally reached out with his little hand and closed the door.
“ Damn fucken school of yours...fucken teachers...they sit on their asses all fucken day...they got it made!”, complained the attractive but worn out looking twenty six year old brunette, her dark mane raised to the top of her head as she held the steering wheel with one hand and her cigarette with the other.
At a casual pace, the ford moved along now to the outskirts of the small Oregon town, going down some road until the woman pulled into a long gravel driveway, driving through a wooded area which finally ended before some old dilapidated house trailer resting on a two acre lot. The trailer sat in the middle of a grassy clearing that was completely surrounded by woods, the north side of the forest going on and on, stretching many square miles deep into the vast wilderness of the Pacific Northwest.
When she killed the engine, dark-haired Karen opened the driver’s side door and raised her nice curvaceous ass from the seat, placing her two high heeled black western boots to the ground, adjusting her black tube top for a second, after which she reached down to her well fitting blue jeans and removed a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, firing up a fresh New Port. A frustrated look on her face, she turned to the kid and yelled, “ Well...what the fuck are you waiting for...you asshole..., you piece of shit...get outta the fucken car...let’s go.”
Forever haunted by fear, the little wimpy and naive boy got out of the car and followed his bitchy mother over to the trailer, his face no higher than her nice denim covered butt. Inside the “house”, the brunette entered the kitchen and was about to go over to the refrigerator when she stepped on a toy Tonka truck, the thing sliding forward, causing the woman to fall right down on her terrific ass!
“YOU FUCKEN PIECE OF SHIT!”, cried the lady as she got back to her feet, still yelling, “ HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR DAMN TOYS OUT OF MY FUCKEN WAY!”
“ I’m sorry mommy...please...I’m sorry!”, said the child as the woman went up to him, taking hold of the kid’s shirt with one hand, striking him across the face with the other, hitting him over and over!
“ YOU ASSHOLE...YOU MAKE ME FUCKEN SICK!”, screamed the lady as she pushed him backwards, causing the poor defenseless kid to fall down to the floor, after which his diabolical mother started kicking at him with her boots!
“ PLEASE, MOMMY...PLEASE...I’M SORRY!”, cried the child over and over, curling himself up in the “fetal” position, trying to protect himself from her assault.
“FUCK YOU...YOU SHIT KID!”, yelled his mother as she still kicked away at him, screaming, “YOU PIECE OF FUCKEN SHIT...THE ONLY FUCKEN REASON YOU’RE EVEN AROUND IS BECAUSE I NEEDED FUCKEN FOOD STAMPS BACK THEN..., OTHERWISE...I WOULD’VE ABORTED YOUR ASS A LONG TIME AGO...YOU LITTLE NO GOOD MOTHERFUCKEN PIECE OF SHIT!”
Finally, after another thirty seconds, the woman eventually stopped kicking him, when she went over to the refrigerator and produced a bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a drink. She left the bottle on the kitchen table, fired up a fresh cigarette, and then walked back over to the kid, saying, “ OK...get up...go to your room...stay there till I got fucken dinner ready.”
In pain, the abused child slowly crawled to his feet and went into his room, where he simply went to a corner, “rolled” himself up, and then quietly cried the time away, tears going down the side of his face, his tiny frame shaking in fear, terrified of his mother, not knowing from one moment to the next what she would do or say.
His mother went back to the kitchen table, poured herself another drink, and then started with making dinner, doing this and that until the little boy heard, “ All right...get your ass out here...time to stuff your fucken face...let’s go...hurry up.”
When he entered the kichen, he saw what he always saw every evening and then some, his mother staggering around, holding onto the counter, keeping her balance, the woman totally drunk now as the frightened child sat down before the table and started eating, his intoxicated mom doing the same. Her nice ass in the seat, the woman moved a fork to her mouth when suddenly the kid dropped his spoon, making some noise.
Her fist came down and hit the table as she screamed, “ YOU FUCKEN BRAT...CAN’T YOU FUCKEN EAT RIGHT!”
Terrified by her outburst, the little kid quickly picked up his spoon and looked back down at his plate, afraid to move anything except his hand and mouth, quietly eating his dinner as the drunken bitch resumed her meal as well. A short while later, Karen finished her dinner with the little kid still eating away as the lady fired up a fresh cigarette and then exhaled a huge cloud of smoke, the stuff going across the table, engulfing the child.
“ Hurry up or I’ll stuff that shit down your throat with the toilet plunger...I mean it...I wanna start cleaning up.”, said the woman as she reached over and poured herself another drink, blowing more smoke all over the place.
At last, little Paul was done with supper, the kid getting up, quickly going back to his room, while his drunken chain smoking mother raised her beautiful ass and went to “work”, staggering around the kitchen, finally getting the table cleared and the dishes washed.
The rest of the evening went by with nothing unusual happening as the kid finally took a bath followed by his frustrated mother, the two eventually going to sleep, the woman having her own room while the kid obviously slept in his. Suddenly, however, around two thirty in the morning, Karen was awakened by her son’s screening, the kid yelling, “ MOMMY...MOMMY...THERE WAS SOMEONE LOOKING IN THE WINDOW...IT’S BIGFOOT..., MOMMY, MOMMY!”
Feeling like shit, the bitch got out of bed, marched over to his room, looked over at the window, saw nothing, and then finally went over to his bed, screaming at the frigtnened child, “ THERE’S NOTHING OUT THERE...WHAT THE FUCK’S WRONG WITH YOU...I GOTTA GET UP TOMORROW...YOU TOO..., I NEED MY FUCKEN SLEEP...SO SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
“But it was real...I saw it...it’s bigfoot...the s...sas...sasquatch!”
“ Where’d you hear that word? There’s no such thing...it’s all a bunch of fucken bullshit.”
“ Everyone in school’s taking about it...a bunch of the other kids said they saw it...they said their mom and dads saw it too...they did!”
“ Man...you stupid asshole...why do you believe all the shit every jerk tells you?”
“ But it’s real...I just saw it...I saw it...!”, repeated the child over and over.
SMACK!
Her hand went across his face a few times, the woman yelling again, “ I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT THIS SHIT ANYMORE...THERE’S NO BIGFOOT...NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO BACK TO SLEEP OR I’LL PUT YOU TO SLEEP FOR GOOD...OK?”
After she left the room, the poor kid just laid there in the dark, cowering in fear as the moon glowed outside, casting “mysterious” shadows, the little boy afraid of everything around him, laying there in the still of night, his tiny body shaking as always, forever terrified!
Karen strolled into the kitchen, poured herself a drink, fired up a fresh cigarette, and leaned her ass against the kitchen counter, complaining to herself, “ Fucken shit kid...one day I’ll beat him so bad that he can’t walk for a week...that’s the trouble with kids these days...they all got it too good!” Two minutes later, she killed her New Port and went back to her room, flopping down on the mattress, where the drunken bitch finally fell to sleep again.
The next morning, the brunette got up, raised her dark mane back up in place, got dressed in the same kind of clothes, this time wearing a snug black T-shirt. Her boots on as well, the woman went over to his room and yelled, “ Get up...time to get ready...move it!”
As he walked past her on his way to the bathroom, the lady slapped the side of his head and then went to the kitchen, where she prepared breakfast, poured herself a drink, fired up a cigarette, and made some coffee, the kid finally ready as well, both of them eating breakfast now. It didn’t take much longer and both she and the kid were in the old rusted car, headed to the school. There, Karen dropped him off, after which she drove to work, the woman employed at the local Wal-Mart, doing things in the stockroom. When three thirty came along, she clocked out, drove back to the school, picked up her kid, and then drove home.
Inside the tailor, they did the usual things until they were done eating supper, after which Karen washed the dishes, poured herself a drink, fired up a cigarette, and strolled into the livingroom, turning on the TV, flopping her nice ass to the old worn out sofa, the child sitting there as well. When the evening news came on, the guy before the camera spoke about this and that until he suddenly said, “...and now we take you to our latest update about all the “bigfoot” sightings that have been going on..., for the last few weeks, a much greater than usual amount of people are coming forward, saying they saw a big hairy creature walking around their property on two legs...the creature looked half man and half ape...” Finally, the news guy said, “ We take you live to Cindy, where she’s got a witness.”
In some field was an attractive blond holding a microphone, standing next to some farmer guy leaning on a tractor, chewing tobacco. The reporter lady shoved the microphone to his face and said, “Please tell us what you saw.”
He replied, “ Well...it was right over there...ah...by the edge of the woods...it was real big and hairy...”
The farmer went on for a few minutes, telling the blond what he “saw” until she turned back to the camera, saying, “ This is the latest eye witness who says he saw bigfoot..., now back to you, Jeff.”
Back in the studio again, the news guy spoke for another minute about the bigfoot phenomena, ending the report with a replay of the “famous” Paterson film, showing some footage taken back in 1967 of what looked like a two legged hairy creature walking next to some trees and logs in California’s Bluff Creek area.
“ That’s it...mommy...that’s the monster that was looking in my window last night!”, cried the child, pointing at the TV.
“ It’s all bullshit...that’s just some asshole in a monkey suite.”
“ No...it’s real...everyone in school says it is..., why do all the people on TV say it’s real?”
“ They’re all in cahoots...they sit in some bar and make all that shit up so they can get their fucken faces on TV...that’s all it is...a bunch of crap!”
“ It’s real...mommy...I saw it...I did...I did!”, insisted the child.
A pissed off expression on her face now, the woman got up, turned off the TV, went over to the kid, and then smacked him across the face, yelling, “I DON’T WANNA HEAR ABOUT THIS SHIT ANYMORE...IT’S ALL CRAP...OK?”
The child started crying as he held his face, got off the couch, and went to his room, the woman returning to the kitchen, where she poured herself another drink followed by another and another. She fired up a fresh cigarette and then made herself some coffee, parking her beautiful ass to one of the kitchen chairs, boozing the time away, also bitching and complaining to herself about this and that. After a few more hours of doing nothing, Karen and her abused child finally turned in for the night.
It happened again. Around two thirty or so in the morning, the child started screaming, “ MOMMY...THERE’S A MONSTER OUTSIDE...WALKING AROUND...IT’S BIGFOOT...BIGFOOT!!”
A few moments later, Karen woke up and entered his room, holding a leather belt!
Seeing the thing in her hand, little Paul yelled, “ BUT MOMMY...PLEASE...I SAW IT, MOMMY...PLEASE!”
The insensitive bitch let him “have it”. She whipped the kid over and over, striking every part of his body, screaming at the child, saying, “ WHAT DID I TELL YOU? THERE’S NO FUCKEN BIGFOOT...NO MONSTERS...IT’S ALL BULLSHIT!” In her anger, she mocked the child as well, yelling, “ HERE...THIS IS REAL...CAN YOU FEEL IT...YEA...CAN YOU FEEL IT?”
Like some crazy nut, Karen whipped the kid until she got tired, finally going toward the door, saying, “ This is the last time you’re gonna wake me up...you do it one more time and I’ll stuff your fucken mouth with dirt...understand?”
“ OK...but...!”
WHACK!
She hit him again, yelling, “I SAID I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANYMORE OF YOUR FUCKEN SHIT...OK?”
“ Yes.”, answered the child in a real feeble voice, the kid not knowing what to fear more, his mother or the “monster” outside.
A frustrated look on her face, Karen left his room, went to the kitchen, and poured herself a drink, obviously smoking a cigarette as well, finally going to bed afterward.
The following day went by as usual until the evening came along and the lady was standing behind the kitchen sink, finishing up with the dishes. When she was done, bitchy Karen turned around and went toward the refrigerator when her left foot bumped into his yellow Tonka truck.
“ Fucken Brat and his junk.”, remarked the bitch to herself as she grabbed the toy and then marched over to the sofa where the kid was sitting, after which she yelled, “I TOLD YOU BEFORE...I DON’T WANNA SEE THIS PIECE OF SHIT LAYING ALL OVER THE FUCKEN PLACE!”
Petrified with fear, the kid tried to cover his face as she hit him a few times, still holding the toy in her other hand. Finished with the assault, Karen grabbed him by his shirt, dragged the child over to the entrance, and then pushed him outside, throwing the yellow toy truck after him, saying, “ Here...play outside with your crap...stay out there till it’s time for bed...I don’t wanna see your fucken face for a while!”
As tears ran down the side of his face, the poor kid picked up his toy, hugged it close to his frame, and then went off to one corner of the yard. His mother, on the other hand, returned to the kitchen area, opened the refrigerator, grabbed the booze, poured herself a drink, fired up a fresh cigarette, leaned her pretty ass against the counter, and just stood there, the cigarette in one hand, the shot glass in the other.
Suddenly, without warning, the woman was startled by her son’s voice, the kid running like mad back into the trailer, pointing outside, screaming over and over, “MOMMY...MOMMY...IT’S THE MONSTER...BIGFOOT...BIGFOOT’S RIGHT OVER THERE...BY THE TREE...LOOK MOMMY...LOOK!!”
“FUCK YOU!”, yelled the woman in response, throwing the shot glass at her child, the kid jumping to the side as the thing flew past him!
“NO MOMMY...PLEASE...IT’S REAL...LOOK OUTSIDE...LOOK!”
“ I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR FUCKEN FACE IN...BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU!”, cried the horrible bitch, approaching the frightened kid!
However, right when she reached the open doorway, standing next to the kid now, Karen glanced to the side and suddenly froze, her whole frame petrified, a cold chill going down her spine as the cigarette fell from her mouth. From across the grassy yard, looking out from behind a tree was this big hairy “creature”, staring right at her!
Despite her initial fear, the woman slowly realized that this “bigfoot” wasn’t eight or ten feet tall like they said in all those books and TV programs. In fact, this thing wasn’t more than six feet tall.
It didn’t take another twenty seconds, and Karen was her old bitchy cynical self again, quickly stepping out of the trailer, walking across the yard over to the “sasquatch”. Before the “monster” had a chance to react, the woman quickly arched her right knee forward, striking the thing between the legs, causing it to bend forward a little, holding itself, when suddenly “bigfoot” yelled, “ You fucken cunt...you damn bitch!”
As fast as she could, Karen reached forth and pulled at the top of the thing’s head, pulling off the “head set”, revealing the face of some guy in his mid thirties as he just stood there, still holding himself. However, a moment later, he reached toward the woman, saying, “ Give that back to me!”
“ Fuck you...asshole!”, said Karen, running back to the trailer now, the man going after her!
Once inside, she quickly darted to the right and grabbed one of the kitchen chairs, raising it above her frame, hiding herself in a corner next to the entrance. Sure enough, the fool ran inside, but before he could do anything, Karen brought the chair down over the back of his head, knocking him out, the man falling down to the floor. Wasting no time, the bitch dropped the chair and quickly dragged the guy outside, laying him in the middle of the yard, yelling at her kid who was still standing next to the entrance, the woman saying,, “ Go in the livingroom...to that drawer..., get the rest of the rope and the scissors!”
Obediently, the child did as he was told, coming out with the stuff, after which the woman rolled the unconscious man to his stomach with her right boot and then used the rope to secure his wrists together, tying his hands behind his back, finally tying his ankles together as well, making sure the rope was as tight as possible. When he was all tied up, she rolled him to his back again and then said to the kid, “Follow me.”
The bitch strolled back into the trailer and fired up a fresh cigarette, reached for the booze bottle again, kept it in her hand, and then pointed over to the sink, saying, “ Get that pail there and fill it with cold water...then follow me outside again.”
As he held the bucket of water, Paul followed his mother back over to “bigfoot”. The woman came to a halt and just stood there, the bottle in one hand, the cigarette in the other. After she placed the bottle to her lips and took a drink, Karen said to the child, “ Pour the water all over his face.”
Paul splashed the water all over the guy’s head and then stepped back, watching the man slowly come back to awareness. As the man’s eyes opened, he saw the lady’s frame looming above him, her body projected against the clear sky, when she finally said, “ So you’re the asshole who’s going around scaring my stupid kid..., waking me up at night...I lost allot of sleep because of you.”
When he realized he was all tied up, the man replied, “ OK...I’m sorry...I was just kidding around...that’s all.”
“ Why are you doing this...what’s this shit all about?”
“ I was just going around to different houses and places here in the area...just for kicks...see if I could do something that the local news would talk about.”
“ For kicks?”
“ Yea.”
“ You mean like this?”, answered the woman, kicking him in the side of the head, also saying, “ Who else is in on this beside your stupid self?”
“ No one...just me..., like I said...I was just trying to be funny..., c’mon...don’t kick me...that hurts!”
Karen took another drink from the bottle and then raised her right boot, slowly placing the leather thing on top of his face, saying, “ Here...lick this...lick the dirt off the bottom...do it!”
“ C’mon...I’m sorry...”, pleaded the guy, “...let me go...I won’t bother you again...please!”
She kicked him again in the head, yelling, “ I SAID LICK THE DIRT OFF MY BOOTS..., ASSHOLE...OR I’LL STAND HERE ALL DAY AND KICK THE SHIT OUTTA YOU!”
Having no choice, the fool stuck out his tongue and slurped away, licking the underside of her boots while she mocked him with, “ HA HA...WHAT A JERK...JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF!”
After he was done, she finished off the rest of the booze and threw the empty bottle to the side, turning around now, reaching for her belt. The nasty bitch lowered her pants and panties to her knees and then squatted over the guy, HANGING HER NICE ASS RIGHT OVER HIS FACE! Before he could say anything, SHE PISSED DOWN AT HIM, her piss going all over his eyes, nose, and mouth, the yellow stuff finally running down the side of his head and neck! She pissed and pissed, going on for almost a whole minute, peeing out all the booze she just drank!
When she was done, the woman stood up again, pulled her clothes back up in place, turned around, spit down at him, and then walked away, returning a few moments later, with the “head set”, throwing the mask down on his chest, walking away again, going over to some old metal shed, where she reached into the thing, grabbed something, and slowly returned to her prisoner.
“ NO...PLEASE...MA’AM...PLEASE...I SAID I WAS SORRY..., PLEASE...IT WAS ALL JUST A JOKE...PLEASE...LET ME GO!!”, cried the man, seeing the thing in her hand.
“ You’re a joke.”, answered Karen, splashing gasoline all over the guy now!
After he was all soaked, she threw the can to the side and stepped back a few feet, firing up a fresh cigarette in the process, the child’s eyes wide open now as he stood by and watched the whole thing!
“PLEASE...MA’AM...C’MON...PLEASE!”, begged the man, saying over and over, “DON’T...YOU CAN’T..., PLEASE...I WAS JUST FUNNING AROUND...PLEASE!”
“ Now it’s my turn to “fun” around.”, said Karen as she casually removed the cigarette from her mouth, blowing the hot end over and over, scaring the hell out of the guy!
“ PLEASE...I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY...PLEASE!”
“FUCK YOU!”
She threw the cigarette over at the guy and jumped back, watching his whole body burst forth in flames, the man screaming at the top of his lungs, “ AHHHHH...NO...AHHHHH!!!”
As the man’s frame arched itself back and forth, bouncing around like crazy, the woman slowly turned around and strolled over to her kid, squatted before him, fired up a fresh cigarette, exhaled a bunch of smoke into his face, and then looked straight into his eyes, saying, “ If you tell anyone about this..., I’ll do the same to you...understand?”
Petrified by fear, the child just stood there, causing his mom to shake him back and forth a little, yelling, “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“ Y...yes!”
“ Yes what?”
With a little whimper, he replied, “ Yes mommy.”
Slowly, as the woman stood up again, she kept her eyes aimed right at his face. While he gazed up at her, she appeared to get BIGGER AND BIGGER, looking like a GIANT, her frame “blocking” out most of the sky!
It was only now, after six years of his pathetic existence that he finally realized the horrible truth!
YES, THERE ARE MONSTERS!
The End