Towards the stars - Part1

Monday, May 29, 2006

03h05pm - Arizona

As the days go by, exhausted by the blinding rays of the Arizona sun, Rosy is more and more afraid of her Daddy, who has been transformed into a completely different man.

Terrorized by her Daddy's screaming tantrums who is now a very aggressive person, facing the man with the nasty red eyes, the little girl who is not at all amused by this trip spends her days crying.

"Daddy, I want to go home. I want you to take me home. I want to see Mommy. This vacation isn't fun at all."

For a few days already, Bill is not himself anymore, he is literally losing his footing. Slowly but surely, he is sinking into madness and he can't stand his daughter's constant crying and yet, he will never bring her back to the one who ruined his life.

Firmly determined to put an end to a suffering that has lasted too long, Bill suddenly pulls the car off the road.

The car's burning tires screech against the asphalt, and after an aggressive stroke of the handwheel , the car brakes abruptly on the dusty side of the road.

In the stuffy interior of the parked car along a lonely, deserted road, without even turning his gaze to the trembling little girl, his voice became hoarse, he growls through his teeth:

"Rosy, get out of the car."

Faced to her father's blank eyes, once again, Rosy is very afraid. To protect herself, instinctively, her little hands tighten the seat belt and she shakes her head to mark her refusal.

Rosy doesn't know why she doesn't want to leave the car, but right now, she's more terrified than ever, so, with her tiny voice, she answers softly:

"No, I want to go home."

Bill, no longer has the patience to argue with the one which, according to him, is the cause of his mental breakdowm. He rips his daughter's hands from the seatbelt, forcibly pulls the child out of the car and, grabbing her firmly by the wrist, Bill quickly drags her 330ft from the car.

Reactionless as he sees the drops of blood dripping from Rosy's right hand, who is once again crying from the pain she felt when her clenched little hands were ripped from the sturdy seatbelt, his mouth twitches.

Bill's frown. Unable to tolerate the so cruel behavior of this kid really too noisy, he slaps her hard. After his daughter falls to the ground from the blow she received, he directs his eyes to the dusty earth.

"You will never see this woman again."

Rosy puts her hand on her aching cheek. Her head seems to have left her body and her fear is so great that her legs refuse to carry her.

"Wuwuwu, you are scary. My Daddy is nice. You are bad. You are not my Daddy."

Bill places his hands in front of his eyes, his mouth expressing surprise, and as if struggling with himself, he leans forward and shakes his head vigorously. Conflicted with himself, the joyful images of a not so distant past, assail his troubled mind and yet, soon enough, the madness that has made man ruthless takes over on the loving heart of the one who was always a kind father.

Resolute, he lifts his shirt and slowly points his gun at his own daughter whose, the young face is distorted by the streams of tears that for several days now, her eyes pour continuously.

"You know, I'm really tired. I really need to rest for a while though, but you persist in being selfish and never, you thought to help me. You're my daughter and your duty is to support your father but, you're just like your bitch of a mother, you want me dead. Whether it's you or those cops who refuse to let me live in peace, I will not let anyone stop me and I will get rid of anyone who wish to see me bathe in my own blood."

Rosy doesn't understand what her father is saying and, although she fears the man above her very much, she doesn't believe that her Daddy will actually hurt her.

However, lost in the middle of nowhere, lying at the feet of this man whose eyes express nothing but hatred, she knows intuitively that something is wrong.

Still a little groggy after the slap she has just received, she tries to lean on her small arms to straighten up.

She doesn't really know why her head is telling her that she has to calm her Daddy down quickly though, she dries her tears with her hands and, although her little mouth is shaking a lot, she tries to give her Daddy a nice smile.

Once she stands up, still very fearful, she slowly walks towards her Daddy and after winning a hard fight against her rebellious lips, an adorable smile is born on her pretty face.

Step after step, she has to gather all her courage so that her short legs lead her 6ft from her Daddy. Although it is really very difficult, after swallowing her saliva, Rosy tries her best to talk to her Daddy without crying.

"Daddy, you know, I still love you very much and..."

Bill hasn't been lucid for a long time, so when the voice of this girl who has decided to take his mother's side reaches his ears which are plagued by exhausting tinnitus, the person he sees in front of him is his ex-wife who calls him a loser and orders him to leave her house.

Mad of rage when he hears these words which are those which marked his descent into hell, after his index finger contracted, a fine net of smoke leaves the barrel of the weapon which he lets escape from his hand.

"Cut."