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Authors: Willow Rose
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Horror, Mystery, Genre Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, International Mystery & Crime
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I walked outside on the balcony and felt the warm spring breeze. There were voices coming from the other balconies surrounding me. It made me feel safe. I drew in a deep breath of the salty air and closed my eyes. I thought about my childhood back in my old house in Elsinore where I grew up in an average middle-class Danish home. My parents had been annoyingly normal and the childhood very uneventful. I guessed that was part of why I had felt so compelled to act out greatly as a teenager. I had cut my hair into a Mohawk, colored it green and worn military boots and lots of piercings. I laughed out loud, thinking about it. What a shocker it must have been for my parents. Their pretty daughter suddenly becoming rebellious like that. I even, at one time, had a chain from my earring to my nose-piercing. It must have scared them. Even scarier was the crowd I started to hang out with in Copenhagen. Every weekend, I took off to the capitol and hung out with these people who fought for anarchy in our country, occupied houses, and demonstrated against the government in the streets. We were quite the bunch. I never cared much about fighting the government, but I really liked shocking my parents. And, boy, had I shocked them. I was arrested several times and they had to come and get me. I wondered how I myself would react if Maya ended up doing anything similar. I guess I would be really mad. I sipped my beer, wondering why my parents hadn't been…Why they hadn't been really angry with me for acting out like that. They had been so understanding and mellow and…well, I guess that was why I had done it. I wanted them to be outraged. I wanted them to be angry. They never were.
I thought about Maya again and felt a sort of unease inside of me. She was the exact same age now as I had been when I started acting out. Was that what she was doing now? Was it part of her rebellion? What kind of trouble would she end up getting herself into? She was so angry with me and I couldn't talk to her anymore.
I looked at my cellphone and went through all the old pictures of her and me, then felt a sadness grow inside of me. What if she never forgave me? What if she never came back? I wanted so badly to call her and tell her to come home.
But I couldn't. She needed this break from me. She needed to find her own way right now and there was nothing I could do about it.
I just had to accept it and pray she wouldn't get herself into trouble. I had to be the grown-up, the reasonable one.
God, how I hated everything about it.
21
April 1980
H E WAS MAKING A lot of money. Officer Maraldi was practically swimming in it. Every Friday night, he took the twins to a new place in town to fight in dog fights and, every time, they won by killing the dog. It was quite the spectacle and soon the Spider Boys became famous all over the Rome underground. They came from everywhere to see them and see if it was really true that a set of circus freaks could actually kill ferocious dogs in an arena.
When they weren't fighting, he kept them in his basement. He had gotten a cage for them, so they wouldn't escape while he was at work. He couldn't risk losing his golden goose. Before a fight, he would starve them for two days, giving them nothing but dried up bread and water…Just like their opponents were starved by their owners to make them aggressive.
And the twins were growing more aggressive by the day. They would bite the bars of the cage in anger when he entered the basement and growl at him and sometimes even bark when he gave them their food.
"You're nothing but animals, aren’t you?" he said, as he watched them attack the chunk of meat he brought them on the days when he wasn't starving them. He liked to watch them sink their teeth into the meat and rip it apart, growling and drooling like wild animals. He enjoyed studying them, just like everyone else who came to the shows. It was fascinating. What were they? Humans?
I walked outside on the balcony and felt the warm spring breeze. There were voices coming from the other balconies surrounding me. It made me feel safe. I drew in a deep breath of the salty air and closed my eyes. I thought about my childhood back in my old house in Elsinore where I grew up in an average middle-class Danish home. My parents had been annoyingly normal and the childhood very uneventful. I guessed that was part of why I had felt so compelled to act out greatly as a teenager. I had cut my hair into a Mohawk, colored it green and worn military boots and lots of piercings. I laughed out loud, thinking about it. What a shocker it must have been for my parents. Their pretty daughter suddenly becoming rebellious like that. I even, at one time, had a chain from my earring to my nose-piercing. It must have scared them. Even scarier was the crowd I started to hang out with in Copenhagen. Every weekend, I took off to the capitol and hung out with these people who fought for anarchy in our country, occupied houses, and demonstrated against the government in the streets. We were quite the bunch. I never cared much about fighting the government, but I really liked shocking my parents. And, boy, had I shocked them. I was arrested several times and they had to come and get me. I wondered how I myself would react if Maya ended up doing anything similar. I guess I would be really mad. I sipped my beer, wondering why my parents hadn't been…Why they hadn't been really angry with me for acting out like that. They had been so understanding and mellow and…well, I guess that was why I had done it. I wanted them to be outraged. I wanted them to be angry. They never were.
I thought about Maya again and felt a sort of unease inside of me. She was the exact same age now as I had been when I started acting out. Was that what she was doing now? Was it part of her rebellion? What kind of trouble would she end up getting herself into? She was so angry with me and I couldn't talk to her anymore.
I looked at my cellphone and went through all the old pictures of her and me, then felt a sadness grow inside of me. What if she never forgave me? What if she never came back? I wanted so badly to call her and tell her to come home.
But I couldn't. She needed this break from me. She needed to find her own way right now and there was nothing I could do about it.
I just had to accept it and pray she wouldn't get herself into trouble. I had to be the grown-up, the reasonable one.
God, how I hated everything about it.
21
April 1980
H E WAS MAKING A lot of money. Officer Maraldi was practically swimming in it. Every Friday night, he took the twins to a new place in town to fight in dog fights and, every time, they won by killing the dog. It was quite the spectacle and soon the Spider Boys became famous all over the Rome underground. They came from everywhere to see them and see if it was really true that a set of circus freaks could actually kill ferocious dogs in an arena.
When they weren't fighting, he kept them in his basement. He had gotten a cage for them, so they wouldn't escape while he was at work. He couldn't risk losing his golden goose. Before a fight, he would starve them for two days, giving them nothing but dried up bread and water…Just like their opponents were starved by their owners to make them aggressive.
And the twins were growing more aggressive by the day. They would bite the bars of the cage in anger when he entered the basement and growl at him and sometimes even bark when he gave them their food.
"You're nothing but animals, aren’t you?" he said, as he watched them attack the chunk of meat he brought them on the days when he wasn't starving them. He liked to watch them sink their teeth into the meat and rip it apart, growling and drooling like wild animals. He enjoyed studying them, just like everyone else who came to the shows. It was fascinating. What were they? Humans?
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