Charmaine Descastries

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
A trailer park horror story.

Submitted: April 22, 2009

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Charmaine Descastries
 
by Devon Pitlor, M.A. Econ.
 
I. The many love nests of Hayden Cutter
 
 
Typically, they lived in a mobile home, Chairmaine Descastries and her sister Jaeden. Their father had disappeared years before, and their mother had been the first in Port Border to perish when a freakish wave of avian fever rippled unexpectedly through the town. With what little was left to them, all Jaeden could arrange for herself and her then eight year old sister was a "trailer," and that was bought at the price of whatever value her lithe body could demand at the age of nineteen. 
 
It was Hayden Cutter who took up the slack, provided the housing, and made Jaeden's bed his sometimes nest. Hayden was a fiercely handsome and devlishly wicked scoundrel who managed the mobile home park and lived variously with several of the unitary female tenants from whom he collected rent in various forms, some too obscene to describe in normal company and from others just in cash. Nearly everything that Hayden did, if known or pursued by law, would have cumulated in a prison consignment several times longer than Hayden's expected lifespan from age 28 onward, but perhaps the most malevolent charge against him was his unabashed pedophilia. Hayden bragged that he could bed any young girl as soon as she crossed the hormonal threshhold into puberty---this being established in the normal visual way by the flowering of pubic hair and the nascent development of feminine curvature and the timely onset of breasts. With great emphasis, Hayden maintained his faithful disinterest in pre-pubescent females but instead waited eagerly for the first signs of their vernal awakening and was always on hand to welcome them, however young, into the springtime of their passions.
 
Jaeden Descastries knew that Hayden had kept a close eye on her younger sister for some time. Charmaine was only an undeveloped child, but she already radiated the promise of becoming an outstanding and sensational teenage "wet dream" (Hayden's favorite term for alluring and underaged girls whom, being appropirately nubile, would naturally fall one day within the boundaries of his sexual purview). What Jaeden did not know at the time, as Hayden lay stretched out alongside her in bed, was that Hayden had read something once. It was not like Hayden to read.
 
II. What Hayden read
 
Hayden Cutter had literally grown up on an air mattress under his drunken uncle's trailer. Cardboard boxes kept the snow and cold wind from freezing him in the winter, and he had grown into a frighteningly viril beast by the age of twelve. He poisoned his uncle one day by putting anti-freeze in his whiskey, and turned on the glow of boyish innocence when the authorities came to take the old man's body off for examination. He emerged as totally innocent, and for the first time he could remember in his life, he moved in between four actual walls "upstairs" into his dead uncle's trailer. Management of the dilapidated mobile home park had passed naturally to him as if it were a bequeathment, and he willingly began to terrorize the woebegone residents for monthly rent. He also learned that single mothers could pay either a little less or a little more, the case being whichever, with whatever physical endowments they had banked. And "trailer trash" has a high capital of female physical coinage, as Hayden learned from his earliest teenage years on.
 
Moving "upstairs" into his dead uncle's double-wide, Hayden's first job was to carry out all the rags, dirty blankets and rotting newspapers and burn them in the driveway. The old man had smelled horribly all Hayden's life, and even his collection of pornographic magazines were soaked with the urine which the aging drunk had usually been too lazy to discharge into the non-functioniong toilet or, more typically, into the brown field behind. 
 
It was while burning this old newsprint, most of which had also served as bedclothes for the dead uncle, that Hayden's eye was caught by the likeness of a comely naked lass in a magazine called (appropriately) Wet Dreams and the title of an article by someone named Koah Granch beneath it.  The article was a short piece which dealt with how a young girl could be brought prematurely into puberty by exposing her to graphic sexual material. It dealt with the "explosion" of hormones in pre-teens and how by showing young girls pictures and videos of sexual union, the former would be accelerated forward in their race to adolescence.
 
It was perhaps the longest bit of prose that Hayden had ever read before or since, but it was sufficient to give him an idea. He would supply then-eleven year old Charmaine with pornographic VHS tapes and turn her into viable prey sooner than nature's all too slow course would have normally taken. Acting as a friend, he gave Charmaine some videos, and obligingly, as would an obedient child, Charmaine watched them.
 
By the last month of her eleventh year, Charmaine was in full bloom. Of course, Hayden had already enjoyed the company of even younger girls whose natural clocks ticked evn faster, but Charmaine, a livid beauty, was the prize. And Hayden was close to winning it.
 
III. Hayden strikes
 
In bed with Jaeden, following a frenzied and somewhat sodomistic coitus, Hayden told Jaeden of his plan. It would mean a month's free rent, a great but unspecified amount of powder cocaine, and the "opportunity" for Charmaine to "experience womanhood" at age eleven. Jaeden confirmed that her little sister had recently had her first monthly discharge and that indeed Charmaine had armpit and pubic hairs, a symbol of great importance to Hayden, the ultimate green light he had been waiting for. Charmaine overheard their conversation through the thin mobile home walls where, in curiosity, she had started listening into the animal sounds of their chaotic lovemaking. Confusion, a sense of obedience, and somewhat strong urges of burgeoning carnal inquisitiveness welled up within her, and she flushed red upon hearing Hayden explain to Jaeden that he "would fuck her here"---meaning in the trailer itself. Jaeden, knowing no other life, acquiesced and told Charmaine that Hayden would come the next morning and that she would be out for a while while the deed was done. Charmaine expressed fear. She had glimpsed Hayden's size before and doubted as any young girl would that it would fit inside of her. Jaeden dispelled that worry by producing a plastic bottle of sexual lubricant and explaining to Charmaine how to use it prior to actual penetration. Jaeden's final word on the subject was something like "Don't worry, Honey, it will be okay. You may actually like it." 
 
In truth, Jaeden liked it a lot. She had always had a deep longing for the man who collected her rent and made outright demands on her body. In her own way, she felt that by offering him Charmaine free of complications, she would somehow hold onto Hayden and by some miracle solidity their mutual affection. At nineteen, Jaeden wanted a steady man and wanted to have his baby. Charmaine, her eleven year old sister, seemed to be a piece in this strange mosaic, though Jaeden could not express exactly how or why.
 
And so the next day it happened. There is no need to bore the reader with lurid or graphic details. Hayden roared into the Descastries driveway in his pickup, gravel flying in all directions and engine pounding an irregular rhythm through the non-existent mufflers. He strode into the trailer and called for Charmaine, asked her if she knew why he was there, and proceeded to enjoy to his fullest the gifts of her earliest pulchritude.
 
IV. Five years later
 
Five years from this encounter, following many more of the same, Charmaine Descastries arrived reasonably unblemished at the age of fifteen. Nearing sixteen, as she was, all the earlier predictions had proven true: She was a ravishing and stunning girl-child, well aware of the irresistable effects she rendered on boys and men of all ages. For five years she had serviced Hayden Cutter upon his demand and, surprisingly seemed little the worse for it.
 
Jaeden, however, was---quite unsurprisingly---dead. It was an overdose of bitartrate of hydrocodone, self-administered the police said. At her funeral, Hayden kissed one of her many tattoos, and her body was laid unceremoniously to rest in the free civic cemetary.
 
Charmaine lived alone in the trailer after her sister's death and contined to entertain Hayden whenever he came by. She also brought home boys of her own age from school, this upon Hayden's request, and consented to being filmed having sex with them. Thus Hayden augmented his income by the sale of child pornography, which always enjoys a brisk trade, and by bartering the seductive passion of Charmaine to boys who would sell his various pharmaceutical products around Port Border upon his demand.
 
The arrangement, like all that Hayden had accomplished in his life, seemed to work very well and completely bypassed any attention from law enforcement personnel.
 
But in Charmaine's state, sixteen was the legally marriageable age, and Charmaine knew it. A month before her sixteenth birthday, she confronted Hayden with her desire to be lawfully wed and live as his wife. Hayden was bad to the bone, and that attracted Charmaine. She had known very little else in life. To wrest this attractive 33 year old man away from his other "nests" became her sole goal in life. She told him that she knew he had supplied vicotin to her sister and detailed picturesquely for him the substance of several other jailable crimes he had committed. She wanted to possess Hayden, who had been her first. In fact, her appetite caused her to desire him so obsessively that she risked her own life by threatening him with legal recourse.
 
And she got her way. Hayden put on a clean pair of jeans one day and married Charmaine. The wedding, if one could call it that, does not merit either description or contemplation. It really changed nothing, except that Charmaine immediately ceased using pills and became pregnant, which had been her fondest desire all along. To bear Hayden's child was a milestone. Like Hayden, the child would be starkly beautiful and viril and/or nubile to a degree far above the common herd. 
 
Viril turned out to be the right adjective. The child, a boy, was named Kai. Even as a baby, Kai was very handsome.
 
V. Two more years pass.
 
Summary: Charmaine turns 18. Hayden turns 35. Nothing else changed. Even Jaeden's old pictorial calendar of 1991 remained on the trailer wall. The bedsheets sometimes went unchanged for months at a time. Hayden still introduced boys into the house and filmed them having sex with Charmaine and sold them over a new medium called the Internet. Life goes on.
 
But there were a few more developments, better summarized in names: After Kai came Morgan and Madison, and a year after Madison came Joshua---all smooth, symmetrical and attractive children, and Charmaine was pleased. It is hard to say how Hayden felt...or if Hayden felt. But there were kids around.
Four of them. Nice kids. Trailer park-tough kids. The torch passed to another generation.
 
VI. Charmaine asks to learn how to drive.
 
By age 19, Charmaine wanted, not unsurprisingly, to learn to drive. Hayden liked her better at home. Charmaine wanted to shop, or so she said. She wanted to get out. She wanted some sort of mobility. Timidly she asked Hayden's permission to take a driving course and get a license, and Hayden said no.
So for the first time in their relationship, Charmaine became hysteric, started screaming and stamped out the trailer door in the direction of her best friend, Lori's, mobile home. When she got to Lori's, Lori welcomed her as usual with a hug and a glass of vodka. The two women sat the night on the trailer porch drinking and agreeing that Hayden was a bastard...but a strong, sensual and attractive bastard...to which Lori could well agree, as she had been sleeping with Hayden for years to cover a part of her rent. Lori was just another on Hayden's collection rounds. No big deal there. Nothing new.
 
As day broke over the mobile home park, Charmaine, after a brief sleep, decided that she had cried enough and started walking back to her and Hayden's trailer. As she rounded the hill, she saw Hayden, shirtless, muscular arms bulging, sitting on the cement block which served as a doorstep. At once, she sensed that something was wrong.
 
VII. Conclusion.
 
"Better not go in there," Hayden warned as Charmaine attempted to enter her dead sister's mobile home.
 
Of course, you the reader [if I have any readers, which is doubtful] know why. If you have read this far, you are not stupid. You know why Hayden said that and exactly what fear exploded in Charmaine's heart.
 
And you, reader, are right. What you might think happened, DID happen. 
 
It was fated from the start, a part of an endless cycle wherein the alpha male dominates by destroying his offspring. 
 
Hayden said that he wanted to save them the "shame" of having their mother walk out on them. Or at least that is what he told the police when the four little bodies were gathered. Two of them smothered. Another shot through the forehead and the fourth smashed with an end wrench through the back of the skull.
 
Four small dead bodies lying here and there on the soiled carpeting of the creaky mobile home.
 
And Charmaine beyond tears, stuffing grass and dirt and old newpapers in her mouth....anything to stop herself from screaming.
 
And so, another predictable cycle was completed. And it will start once again, if it already hasn't.
 
But we all know it has.
 
 
 
by Devon Pitlor, June 2008
 
 
 


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