CXXIX
CXXIX
"One question."
My eyes snap impatiently to my best friend who had a sheepish expression.
"I said no questions till I finish."
"Yeah, I know, just this one. Just to be clear, Clyde Jacobs Hansen is you right? Your real name?"
I swallow thickly.
"Yes. Clyde Jacobs Hansen is my real name."
"Wow."
"My birth father was or is a crazy scientist. My birth mother died when I turned two. I only know her from her pictures. And I found a diary she kept, luckily my father knew nothing of it. She was his assistant. Then he carried out his research on animals and somehow my mother was oblivious to terrible things he metted out to the poor animals and was blissfully in love. Until the government found out about his research, revoked his licence and that was the end of it. For them anyway. It drove my father mental, but my mother was his there for him. At a point I think in his chest cavity, he managed to love her if he diary entries were anything to show for it. And then they moved away from civilization, from her family, of course the scientist in him surfaced. And he started his experimentations on my mother."
I swallow down my emotions. Avoiding the pity that was obviously there in Cam's eyes. I look anywhere but him.
"That was when the scales fell from her eyes. She saw him as he truly was, a monster. She could not cry for help as they were deep in the woods. No cell phone reception, no way to contact the outside world. She tried to escape. And every time she did, he caught her and brought her back home, and the experiments would continue. She was a test subject to his ideas no matter how painful and inhumane they were.
Until she was pregnant. That got him excited. The nine months gestation period was an experiment in itself. My birth mother was happy because she thought the baby had changed him, made him value life more. She was right and wrong, he valued the fact that there was another life to torture."
Cam gasped.
I felt myself emotionally detach from the situation. Like it was not my story I was telling. It was about somebody else. After all my name is Kennedy Russell.
"He did not waste any time with his torturing. No matter how much my birth mother begged and pleaded. He would beat her and chain her if she dared to stop him. Soon, he pushed her down the stairs, ending her life in front of her child."
"No.." Cam whispered.
My breath comes out in tiny puffs.
"And he starts to torture the child full time. Some days without food and or water. Just to see how long till the child can last. This lasted for several years until the child ran away. Even after a few years, the child still could not believe he outran the monster."
I stand up, my legs feel rubbery. Putting one leg in front of the other, I walked towards him and thrust my hands in his face. Slowly pulling off my rings.
"You always asked where they came from."
I say looking at the pink lines the circled each finger. Each of them as ugly as the monster who made them.
Cam looked at hands like he was seeing them for the first time. Gingerly reaching out to touch them.
I felt the memory threatening to overpower me. I could almost perceive the smell of the thing he smoked, that was his signature smell. I still get sick whenever I smell it. And if I listened very carefully, I was sure to hear the 'click sound his pen made, even if he was not writing, his pen was in hand making that stupid noise.
" He wanted to create a machine that could read my mind. When all he had to do was ask."
I could see him with that mad smile on his face, that was when I knew trouble was approaching, a new idea had formed in his mind and it won't be long till he started to test it out.
He placed a crown of wires on my head, and no matter how I tried to imagine we were playing house, the wires that ran down my arms and back and the one that wrapped around my fingers told me otherwise.
"Think of something." He urged as he tuned a few dials on a contraption in front of him. I remember thinking of juice. I remember seeing a strawberry and i wanted a strawberry juice.
That was when the first blast hit me. I cried out loud. Everywhere felt like it was lit up. Everywhere hurt.
And he only laughed and said he would have to adjust the voltage next time. The next time was when it first singed my fingers. I remember flinging it away. But he would not have it. The only breaks I had were if I was extremely sick.
"I did not know you went through all of this."
Cam was crying now. I felt my eyes sting so I look away. It was in the past.
"I am so so sorry. Now I am even more glad you got adopted."
A small smile blooms on my lips.
"Yes. In the past I just wanted to be far away from the orphanage just in case he came looking. I had plans of running away even further. I'm glad I stayed."
This time I looked at his face and his eyes were red and puffy.
"I am glad you are telling me this. But why now? What happened? Do you still want to run away?" His eyes widen with every sentence.
"No.. Cam. Have you heard about the Clyde killer?"
His brows furrowed.
"What does this have to do with your past?"
A humorless laugh bubbles out of my mouth.
"Everything Cam. Every thing."
His eyes widen.
"Your name is Clyde.."
I nod encouragingly.
"It does not mean anything. Nobody knows your name is Clyde though. The Clyde killer can't get you."
"The Clyde killer is only killing Clydes because of me. The Clyde killer is my birth father."
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