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Stoned Sharon
By Solon Plorry
The man shouted at the attacker! He had beaten me so bloody
and laid one last hard kick at my head before he went away
to join his girlfriend, his soft shoes making a welcome
squishy noise as he faded out. I lay in the fetal position,
almost afraid to breathe. I had been beaten to within an
inch of my life, I think, and all I could do was moan. My
chest felt caved in, and pain flooded my senses. I wanted
to die!
A calloused hand was on my shoulder, but I just lay there,
ignoring everything. Waves of pure pain went through me,
causing weak groans that elicited a pat from the unseen
hand. It was late at night, and even if my eyes hadn't been
squeezed shut, to block out further evidence of the horror,
I probably would not have been able to see anything. I had
been kicked dozens of times, and my mouth was full of blood
and smashed teeth. I felt so stiff in places I doubted that
I would ever stand up again, much less walk, much less have
sex, my basic instinct.
I have been told by numerous observers that I resemble
Sharon Stone, though smaller and a little darker haired.
Sharon is my favorite actress, whose academy award winning
performance in 'Basic Instinct' is my all time favorite
show. Like Sharon, I work out, and am proud of my biceps. I
can bench press a hundred easily, without breaking wind.
Now I was beaten to within an inch of my life! I couldn't
believe it!
I wanted nothing but to be left alone to die in peace, my
body decomposing until only a grinning skeleton was left in
the alley! But someone would not leave me alone. I felt
hands lifting my legs, and someone was saying "Broken?" or
"token" I wasn't sure.
I opened my eyes, and reentered the world of the living. My
body was an awful mess! I almost certainly needed hospital
attention, and the person who was near me was mumbling
something. I could barely hear, my head felt broken open
and the sound of wind rushing through my brains was too
loud. I felt myself being lifted. The stranger was rolling
me on my back, and was trying to make sure I was breathing
okay.
My nose was so smashed, I could only breathe through my
mouth, and that caused me to make a wheezy noise...
wheee... wheee... wheee in a gasping tone. When the
stranger turned me on my back, I found that I could breath
through my nose! I got a look at the man helping me, but
all I saw was a blur.
Dimly I recall activity that seemed both focused on me and
totally oblivious to me at the same time. I heard murmurs,
talking, and felt myself being moved. I was in an
ambulance, and I remember looking at a determined looking
man in a paramedic's jacket who squatted beside me and
looked at something with his jaw clenched. The sight made
me feel safe, and I passed in and out of awareness.
I remember being on a gurney, rolling down a long hall, and
fluorescent lights sliding by above me like boxcars at a
railroad crossing. I slept and awoke to a dead silence that
terrified me, then slept again. I had no idea of space or
time; only that the pain had gone away, and I was tired
beyond tired! I remember a gurgling sound that went on and
on, at one point annoying me cause I had no idea what it
was. Gurgle gurgle gurgle! I slept some more.
The first real series of memories that were connected
together began with an awareness of being in a clean white
crisp bed, one of those adjustable kind that hospitals use.
My head was heavily bandaged, and I still felt stiff, but
lots of my stiffness I believe was due to lying in the bed.
An orderly came along, and was going to wash my face, I
think, when he noticed I was awake.
"Morning Sunshine!" he said, pushing my head so my face was
looking up.
His name was Gaston, which he leaned over and mentioned to
me. He was fussing around for awhile before he just seemed
to disappear, and an older woman, one of those angels of
mercy type, was there checking me. I felt tired of lying in
bed, and suddenly I was wide awake, as awake as I have ever
been! There was a bustle of activity; again strangely
oblivious to me, but that every few seconds it clearly
involved me. My doctor was reviewing my case.
A couple nurses also were present. There was an involved
conversation between doc and the older nurse, and at one
point Gaston was also there. I now felt wide awake, but
things were occurring so fast that I was getting confused.
Clipboards were being checked, a loud laugh shared by
everybody there, then suddenly doc was standing right over
me, looking at my face. He told me I was a very lucky
young... person, with just a hint of hesitation letting me
know the doctor had seen what I was wearing under my
clothes.
In the antiseptic helpful no nonsense atmosphere of the
hospital, I felt oddly shamed by having these clean, above
the law people knowing my... peculiarity. The doctor told
me I was lucky that I was not hurt much worse; the
interference of the stranger may very well have saved me
from being crippled or even deceased! The doctor told me I
had suffered a slight concussion, and was battered as badly
as a footballer, but there were no broken bones. Some
broken teeth had been removed, so I would need dental work
if I wanted my 'looks' restored. For all his easy
familiarity with the straight side, he seemed genuinely
considerate of someone who lived on the other! I hadn't
been in hospital since childhood, so I was truly impressed
by how well I was taken care of.
I was dying for a cigarette. It was the seemingly endless
hours spent lying in the ward, waiting for my flesh to
heal. Without any warning, a man suddenly was beside me. He
was about my age, maybe a bit taller, dressed in a sports
coat with elbow patches that gave me the idea he was a
history professor. He seemed shy when he saw I was awake.
He was carrying something, in a plastic bag. He approached,
and introduced himself.
It turns out he was the guy that stopped me from getting
beat to death that night! Naturally, I was thankful, and
profusely I thanked him, wishing I had some cash or
something to reward him. He told me while he went to call
an ambulance at a nearby twenty four seven, someone stole
my wallet! He acted angry at himself for not taking my
wallet, which contained all my identification, to protect
me! I have no credit cards. In fact, I am very poor! My
family is white trash, with little concern for one another!
And certainly none for me! I wished I could have a smoke!
The strangers name was Isaacs. He told me his name in a
mumble, as if it wasn't important. For a guy who had saved
me from certain death, he came on in a hesitant manner! I
still felt bruised and hard done by from the beating, so
being deferred to was very encouraging.
I realized that with my money gone, and lacking even basic
identification, I was in for some rough nights once I was
out of hospital. Isaacs stayed with me for the entire
visiting time. Since I couldn't get out to have a
cigarette, he gave me a lozenge that would dull the
craving, he said.
He was right! I still wanted a smoke, but it was a desirous
want, not a desperate want! Before he left, he asked if he
could visit again! I was totally alone in the city, and
even though it was hard at times to make conversation with
someone I didn't know, and who was overly considerate of
me, he did help me pass the time and he certainly
encouraged me! I needed that! I told him I'd be pleased...
Sure enough, next day, Isaacs was there, with a small gift.
Cigarettes, and a small bottle of brandy, to 'freshen my
gullet' he said. He went and got a wheelchair, and wheeled
me outside on the patio for the cigarette. That butt was
delicious, as only a pack a day girl like Sharon Stone
could appreciate! Isaacs pulled out a small plastic water
cup, the type that are all over in hospitals, and extremely
handy when sipping brandy. The brandy was tart and very
refreshing, with the cigarette. I couldn't have been
happier!
Isaacs was very strange. I wandered what on earth he saw in
me, as part of my face was still bandaged, and the rest was
sore and swollen. I wasn't nothing to look at, and I had
nothing in the way of material things to entice someone's
interest in me. But he acted genuinely concerned about my
well being! Why? I couldn't understand why he put himself
out so much. I could understand it if he felt I was his
because of his good deed, but Isaacs constantly went
further than necessary, trying to help me and giving me
ideas as to what I should do to help myself.
Eventually, half way through the second visit, I asked him
why he concerned himself with me. I realized later I should
have put a lot more thought into the question, as he
resorted to stock replies- I was hurt and need help, I was
alone and needed a visitor, I was robbed and could use
assistance etcetera. It sounded very nice, and it was
impossible to refute it, but the fact was, it never
answered my question!
A couple more days and the hospital told me I would be
discharged. I had no place to go, as I was between
apartments when the incident happened, so Isaac again was a
godsend. He told me he would get a place for me, so I could
finish recouping my health, and apply for assistance. The
government no longer wanted to help people, but people who
were assaulted and put in hospital, then discharged, would
get government help without trouble, because it would look
horrible for someone like me to end up homeless, or living
in a hostel! All this eased my mind, because I have never
been good at roughing it!
So a couple days later, the doctor told me I was
discharged. Isaacs was there to help me do the physical
move. Gaston even referred to Isaacs as my 'friend.' a
couple times. I really knew nothing about him, and figured
that now that I was out and in a private place that he had
access to, the other shoe would drop. But that's not what
happened. The place he helped me move to was a bachelor
apartment, as nice as anything I had ever lived in on my
own. Very clean, quiet and private. Not only that, the rent
was easily within range of my government assistance cheque.
Indeed, this upscale kind of place actually cost less then
dumpy places over by the docks I often got stuck in! Isaacs
explained he knew the owner of the building, and the rent
was negotiable. It struck me that Isaacs was a good person
to have as a friend. I expected his helpfulness to change
into social visits, just chumming, but that never happened.
Once I was settled in, I very rarely saw him and then only
when I called!
The injuries I suffered healed up nicely. There was one
area Isaacs insisted he be allowed to organize the fixing
up of. That was the dental work I needed, because of my
shattered mouth. My government insurance never covered
dental work, false teeth and so on. Isaacs arranged for me
to see a dentist, who was part of a small group that did
work for people who lacked funds, especially crime victims.
I also got several pieces of identification restored to me,
though Isaacs never told me he was initiating action in
that department. Better then that, I also received a
victim's indemnity cheque, for more money then I'd seen in
years! Someone had filled in the forms and sent them in,
but it wasn't me, and Isaacs seemed anxious to avoid
talking about it! He was a real 'good Samaritan,' in the
classic sense! The better things got for me, the less I saw
him, and I realized he was trying to avoid seeing me! I was
in emotional turmoil.
Several weeks went by. My life got back on track. Indeed,
things were near perfect, and I finally had plenty of
money! My good looks were restored, and I wore my hair to
my shoulders, in Sharon's latest style. With my Chiappelle
loafers, and wearing a fitted Grenville dress, under a
lovely capelet for my shoulders, I dropped into a small
restaurant near my apartment one evening. Isaacs was there,
with a young friend! If he hadn't seen me, I would have
slipped away, but he saw me before I had a chance! He
smiled and waved me over, asking if he could buy the pretty
lady (me) a brandy! I was happy my cd'ing never threw him;
in fact I was very happy!
He seemed slimmer then earlier, darker, like he'd been
away. I found out he was a merchant seaman, which accounted
for his tan. He said he just finished a contract in the
South China Sea, and was pleased to see me. The young man
he was with was just a friend, it was said, and shortly
after my arrival, the youth claimed an appointment and was
suddenly gone. I was very happy, as I thought a lot about
Isaacs, and how much I missed being around him!
For the first time since we'd met, our relationship was
unencumbered by externals, debts real or imagined. Isaacs
was a dashing man, slender and very tough, with fluid
motions and the aura of someone whose way people got out
of! I was genuinely interested in him, and he seemed taken
by me. He even mentioned my looking allot like Sharon,
which popped a couple stitches (in my hosiery!) and told me
indeed Stone could take a few pointers from me! It was a
nice thing to say, and I felt wonderful!
After drinks, Isaacs asked me to walk with him. We left the
restaurant and ambled towards the marina, enjoying each
other's company. While smiling at one of Isaacs's jokes, I
saw two people whom I thought I recognized. The guy who
assaulted me, and that woman! I was dumbstruck, staring at
the duo, who were across the street and unaware of being
watched. I told Isaacs, and he went very quiet.
The two moved off, towards the park, and Isaacs grabbed my
hand, pulling me as he followed them. Before they got to
the park, they turned off, into a sidestreet, and Isaacs
let go, sprinting across the road and after them. I raced
to catch up, not sure what was happening, but not wanting
Isaacs to get involved in any violence; there were two of
them after all! Somewhere ahead of me, I heard shouts.
I turned the corner and saw the thugs. They were standing
by a car, and the smaller one had something in her hand. I
remembered that me and some guy I met had been doing
exactly the same thing, breaking into cars the night I was
beaten and almost died! Before I could do anything, Isaacs
was all over them.
The bigger guy, who beat me to pulp, fled shrieking, "Okay!
Okay! Okay!" down the street, but the other one, only got
about twenty feet before Isaacs got her, kicking her feet
clean into the air!
Isaacs was like a cheetah, disappearing and suddenly
appearing right behind the guy I'm certain was the one
responsible for my injuries! The guy had stopped and tried
to hide when Isaacs suddenly was on him. He jumped up and
tried to run, but Isaacs dropped him, kicking him so hard I
could hear the thudding flesh! I ran towards the fight, but
Isaacs had already left, chasing the frantic girl!
I couldn't believe Isaacs, taking revenge on my enemies.
How pammy! I suddenly came upon the man I believed tried to
kill me! He looked a lot like the one, I was ready to hit
him myself, but I looked closer. No, no; he wasn't the guy,
yes, no, yeah... no I didn't think he was, being far too
old, and obviously dirt poor! I was shocked, and backed
away as the poor guy hobbled off, something inside him
appeared badly broken! I turned and ran to get Isaacs! My
God I was thinking; it's not the right people!
I heard the beating before I saw it. Isaacs was standing
over the girl, who was curled up begging him to stop while
he kicked her, shutting her up! I gasped, uncertain what to
do, then yelled, 'Isaacs stop' when someone bellowed 'hey!'
very loudly.
Isaacs kicked her one last time before coming towards me.
The sound of a man running towards us caused Isaacs to
sprint to me the last few feet, grabbing my hand and
laughing, "C'mon hon!"
I had no choice but to run away with him!
Epilogue
The girl lying on the ground behind them was a bloody mess.
Finstead approached her, compassion filling his heart. He
knelt beside the hurt creature, who was trembling violently
in pain and fear. A screwdriver lay by her hand, and as she
pleaded 'please don't!' he pocketed the burglar tool... the
poor dear didn't need any unnecessary complications at
present!
As Finstead checked her, to see how gravely hurt she was,
he realized she was a transgender: but that was okay. He
pocketed her billfold, which had fallen out of her clothes.
As she moaned pathetically, his heart went out to her,
smashed up and all. He was so alone. He would care for her,
until she was okay... and God help the bastards who did
this if he ever gets his hands on them!
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