Dark Places

Chapter 32

Ben Day JANUARY 3, 1985

12:02 A.M.

They pulled up outside Diondra's, the dogs barking frantically as usual, as if they'd never seen a truck, or a person, or Diondra even. They all three went through the back gate, then Diondra told Ben and Trey to stand in front of the sliding door and to take their clothes off so they wouldn't drip blood everywhere. Just peel 'em off, put 'em all in a pile, and we'll burn them.

The dogs were frightened of Trey. They barked but they didn't come near him - he'd beaten the shit out of the white one once, and they all walked carefully around him ever since. Trey pulled his shirt off from the back, the way guys in movies did, the hard way, and then he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes on Diondra, as if they were about to screw. Like this was some crazy foreplay. Ben pulled his shirt off the same way, and unpeeled his pants, those leather pants he'd sweat through already, and then the dogs were on him, sniffing at his crotch, licking at his arms, like they might devour him. He pushed one away, his palm on its snout, pushing hard, and it just came right back, slobbery, aggressive.

"It wants to suck your dick, man." Trey laughed. "Get it where you can, right?"

"He ain't getting any from me, so he might as well," Diondra snapped, doing her pissy, loop-de-loop head twist. She stepped out of her jeans, tan lines marking where her panties should have been, where no panties were, just white flesh and black fur, sticking up like a wet cat. Then she took off her sweater and stood there in just her bra, her breasts swollen, white stretch marks trailing along the tops of them.

"What?" she said at Ben.

"Nothing, you should go inside."

"Thanks, genius." She kicked her clothes over to a pile and told Trey - somehow she made it clear that it was just Trey - that she'd go get some lighter fluid.

Trey kicked his jeans into the center, stood in blue boxers, told Ben that he'd failed to prove himself.

"I don't see it that way," Ben muttered, but when Trey said what? he just shook his head. One dog was fully on him now, his paws on Ben's thighs, trying to lick around his stomach, where the blood had pooled. "Get off me," Ben snapped, and when the dog just leapt right back up, he backhanded it. The dog snarled, then so did the second, the third barking, its teeth bared. Ben shimmied naked back toward the house yelling, "Go'way," to the dogs, the dogs backing off only when Diondra returned.

"Dogs respect strength," Trey said, a slightly upturned lip aimed at Ben's nakedness. "Nice fire bush."

Trey grabbed the lighter fluid from Diondra, still nude from her big stomach on down, her belly button poking out like a thumb. Trey sprayed it over the clothes, holding the can near his dick like he was pissing. He flicked his lighter to one side, and WHOOMP! the clothes fired up, making Trey stumble back two big steps, almost fall. It was the first time Ben had seen him look foolish. Diondra turned away, not wanting to embarrass Trey by seeing it. That made Ben more sad than anything else tonight: the woman he wanted to be his wife, the woman who'd have his child, she'd give this bit of grace to another man, but never, ever to Ben.

He needed to make her respect him.

HE WAS STUCK there, at Diondra's, watching them smoke more dope. He couldn't get home without his bike - it was just too cold, dead man's cold, snowing hard again, the wind blowing down the chimney. If it turned into a blizzard, the rest of those cows would freeze to death by morning, if the lazy-ass farmer didn't do something. Good. Teach him a lesson. Ben felt the anger in him coming up again, tight.

Teach everyone a f*cking lesson. All those f*ckers who never seemed to have any trouble, who seemed to just glide by - hell, even Runner, shitty drunk that he was, seemed to get less hassle than Ben. There were a lot of people who deserved a lesson, deserved to really understand, like Ben did, that nothing came easy, that most things were going to go sour.

Diondra accidentally burned his jeans along with the leather pants. So he was wearing a pair of Diondra's purple sweats, a big sweatshirt, and thick white Polo socks she had already mentioned twice she wanted returned. They were at that aimless time of night, the big event over, Ben still wondering what it meant, if he really did pray to the Devil, if he really would start feeling power. Or if it was all some hoax, or one of those things you talked yourself into believing - like a Ouija board or a killer clown in a white van. Were they all three agreeing silently to believe that they'd really sacrificed for Satan, or was it just an excuse to get really high and f*ck stuff up?

They should have stopped early on with the drugs. It was cheap stuff, he could tell by how much it all hurt, even the weed went down fighting, like it was out to damage. It was the cheap stuff that made people mean.

Trey passed out, slowly, watching TV, his eyes blinking first, then his head looping around, up then down, then back up. Then he slumped to his side and was gone.

Diondra said she had to pee, and so Ben just sat there in the living room, wishing he were home. He was picturing his flannel sheets, picturing himself in bed, talking to Diondra on the phone. She never phoned from home, and he wasn't allowed to call her because her parents were so crazy. So she got cigarettes and sat in a phone booth near the gas station or in the mall. It was the one thing she did for him, made him feel good, her making that effort, he really liked it. Maybe he liked the idea of talking to Diondra better than he liked actually talking to her, lately she was so f*cking mean to him when they were together. He was thinking again about the bleeding bull and wishing he had the gun back, that's what he wanted, and then Diondra was yelling his name from her bedroom.

He turned the corner and she was standing by her glittery red answering machine, with her head cocked to the side, and she just said, "You're f*cked," and hit the button.

"Hey Dio, it's Megan. I'm totally freaked out about Ben Day, did you hear about it, that he molested all these girls? My sister is in sixth grade. She's fine, thank God, but god what a sicko. I guess the cops have arrested him. Anyway, call me."

And then a click and a whir and another girl's voice deep and nasal: "Hey Diondra, it's Jenny. I told you Ben Day was a Devil-dude, did you hear about this shit? I guess he's, like, on the run from the cops. I guess there's going to be some big conference about it at school tomorrow. I don't know, I wanted to see if you want to go."

Diondra was standing over the machine like she wanted to crush it, like it was an animal she could do something to. She turned to Ben and screamed, "What the f*ck?" turning pink and spitty and Ben immediately said the wrong thing: "I better go home."

"You better go home? What the f*ck is this Ben, what is going on?"

"I don't know, that's why I should go home."

"No no no no no, momma's boy. You f*cking worthless f*cking momma's boy. What, you going to go home, wait for the police and leave me here while you go to jail? Leave me just sitting here waiting for my f*cking dad to get home? With your f*cking baby I can't get rid of?"

"What do you want me to do, Diondra?" Home. That's what he kept thinking.

"We're leaving town tonight. I have about $200 cash left over from my parents. How much can you get at your place?" When Ben didn't say right away, his brain on Krissi Cates and whether the kiss was something to be arrested for and how much was true and whether the cops were really after him, Diondra walked over to him and slapped his face, hard. "How much do you have at your place?"

"I don't know. I have some money I've been saving, and my mom usually has a hundred bucks, two hundred, hidden around. But I don't know where."

Diondra swayed, closed one eye and looked at her alarm clock. "Does your mom stay up late, would she be awake?"

"If the police are there, yeah." If they weren't, she was asleep, even if she was scared out of her mind. It was the big joke in the family that his mom had never celebrated New Year's Eve, she was always asleep before midnight.

"We'll go there, and if we don't see a cop car, we'll go in. You can get money, pack some clothes, and then we'll get the f*ck out of here."

"And then what?"

Diondra crossed over to him, petted him where his cheek still stung. Her eye makeup was halfway down her cheek, but he still felt a surge of, what, love? Power? Something. A surge, a feeling, something good.

"Ben baby, I am the mother of your child, right?" He nodded, just a bit. "OK, so get me out of town. Get us all out of town. I can't do this without you. We need to go. Head west. We can camp out somewhere, sleep in the car, whatever. Otherwise you're in jail, and I'm dead from my daddy. He'd make me have the baby and then kill me. And you don't want our kid to be an orphan, right? Not when we can help it? So let's go."

"I didn't do what they said, with those girls, I didn't," Ben finally whispered, Diondra leaning on his shoulder, wisps of her hair curling up, vining into his mouth.

"Who cares if you did?" she said into his chest.