Deep Dark Secrets With A Twist

Chapter Four

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eanine suddenly had a brilliant idea, a master plan. She felt her old self-confidence emerging. She was far enough away from the prison hell that had tormented her for five long years and she was close enough to taste home. No one will ever take away my freedom again, ever, she thought, as she smiled a devious and malignant smile. What needed to happen would happen, and there would be no turning back for her. When she became focused, Jeanine was as ruthless as a pirate on the high seas. Anything goes in order to get what she wanted.

        “Derek, I think I will take you up on your wonderful offer. How about I cook for you when we arrive at your home? I’m sure that it’s been a while since you’ve eaten a home cooked meal,” she flirted, pouring on the charm as thick as chocolate icing on a five-year-old’s birthday cake. She had noticed that Derek had no wedding band on his left ring finger and took a chance that he was unmarried. If Derek had a wife, her plan would have devastating results for both of them.

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        When Derek emerged from the men’s rest room in the gas station’s mini-mart, he spotted Jeanine standing near the check-out counter holding several food items. She held a cup of piping hot coffee, a small bag of colorful Gummy Bears candies, and a coconut flavored Froze Bar. What an odd combination, he thought. She reminds me of a child.

         “I see you’ve made your selections,” he said, as he removed the items from Jeanine’s soft small hands, placing them neatly on the counter in front of the cashier. He then told the cashier, “Just one second, please.” Derek swiftly sprinted to a soda display and grabbed a Mountain Dew. He needed the caffeine to finish the drive to Secaucus. After making the purchases, the unlikely couple left the gas station mini-mart.

       “Thank you, Derek! You’ve been such a life saver for me today. I owe you big time and I am sure to please you later…. with a delicious dinner. I might even bake you a cake!”

         Although she could win an Academy award with her performance, Jeanine was beginning to grow tired of this act. She wanted to feel the warmth of soothing water on her body. She desired it, craved it, and would not have it any other way. Her privates were whispering to her. She had not enjoyed the company of a man for almost as long as she had been incarcerated, except for the occasional late night fuck-fests with the orderlies on her ward. Shopping with Derek, being face-to-face with him, and leaving the store together reminded her of a married couple running errands. She was starting to feel for this man.

        The longer she is around Derek, the more desirable he appears to her. She likes his salt and pepper hair, his attractive face, his beautiful brown skin, and his gentle, old school manners. She might even entice old Derek to join her in the shower….

       

Chapter Three

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he finally had relaxed enough to drift off to sleep. When Jeanine awoke, she rubbed her weary eyes and began to focus on the beauty that surrounded her. She loved the tall, colorful trees that lined both sides of the Palisades Parkway. The leaves were various shades of orange, red, yellow, and green; an autumn masterpiece. She looked over at Derek, who had been driving non-stop for more than two hours. The stereo had been turned off. The air conditioner was now turned on as the weather was warm, near eighty degrees. October in New York tended to be warm and lovely Indian summer, weather which she had always enjoyed.

        “Hey, how you holding up, Derek? You want to stop somewhere for some food? I could use a—” Jeanine started. “Oh, never mind!”

        Derek glanced at Jeanine, smiled slightly, and said, “Of course, yes. Let’s stop to eat. I figured you might want to freshen up before you headed into New Jersey. I live in Secaucus, too, coincidently. We could get some coffee or maybe a Pepsi. There’s a gas station not too far ahead, before our exit.”

         “NO! I can’t! I said, just forget it!” she snapped. Then Jeanine caught herself. She was becoming easily bothered over the smallest things. She had no money, no credit cards, and no reason to let Derek know her situation, yet. “I apologize, Derek. Please, forgive me. It’s been a long day for me and I’m just so damned exhausted. I just want to have a hot relaxing shower and sleep in a comfortable bed for a change…”
         It seems that the more Jeanine spoke, the more she convinced Derek that she’s not wrapped too tight, that she is a few cards short of a  complete deck, that she might be a bit quirky, and eccentric. He began to worry, but dared not confront her at this point.  Oh, Lawd, what the heck have I gotten myself into, he thought. “Don’t you worry your pretty head, Jeanine. It’s not a problem. I need to go to the rest room to shake the… to relieve myself and I am a little hungry. There are two stations ahead that we could grab a quick snack or sandwich or,” Derek hesitated and then continued, “we could head into Secaucus… and we could eat a hot meal at my home.” 

         Right after he made the impulsive invitation, Derek regretted his words.

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Chapter Two

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Derek and Jeanine walked a few additional steps toward a row of RESERVED spaces in the parking lot. Her heels made quiet click-clack noises, two to every one of Derek's longer strides.  Every footstep was, for Jeanine, a step closer to seeing her beloved Karin again. There was so much to catch up on. So much left unsaid on the night that the motel security burst through the door of Room 409 and the police took her away like a common criminal.

              Humpf! I still can't believe that bitch! Fuck you, Karin!! You are so fucking fucked when I catch up with you! Putting me away! Oh, how could you have told them everything? I know you love me, but damn. Just wait till I show my love to you, bitch! Jeanine was quickly becoming agitated. Thoughts of a time in the not so distant past played over in her head like a broken 8MM movie reel.

            As they neared his 2010 Mercedes ESL, Derek unlocked the car doors with an automatic door opener. With one push of the button, the car alarm was silenced and he chivalrously opened the front passenger door, inviting Jeanine to sit. "After you, miss," the mannerly old man said to his much younger passenger.

             "You're too sweet, Derek. What have I done to deserve all of this royal treatment?" she cooed. As she sat in the comfortable black leather bucket seat, she tried to calm her mind. The troubling thoughts raced swiftly through her brain like Thoroughbred race horses hustling to the finish line. Desperate to not lose control in front of her new friend, Jeanine asked, "Mind if I turn on your stereo? I sure could use some real music..." She tossed her dark hair, now cut shorter and easier to manage.

            Puzzled by her comment, Derek said, "Yes, of course you may." Then he added, "What do you mean by real music?"

            Realizing that she was behaving like a woman who had been locked away for five years, away from the newest fashion trends, away from the latest music, she concocted a fast lie, "Oh, um, you know… being a visitor in the hospital prison for so many hours leaves my mind wanting for some more contemporary music... I’m just so through with boring elevator music! I prefer out of control conga beats, sassy sexy salsa, hot and heavy metal, rough and ready reggae! You see what I mean, baby!?" Jeanine was in a trance for a moment. When she saw the muddled look on Derek’s face, she realized that she was indeed losing her cool.

            What time did I have my meds last? Dammit! Jeanine, you are screwing up bad! You can’t pull this off if you don’t take your medications. Remember what happened the last time? Well... do you?  You better get it together, now!!  Jeanine did what she knew best. She dug her nails into the palm of her hand, drawing blood. She opened her eyes and gave a downward glance at the blood that had been drawn to the surface of her palm. Jeanine began to relax. She could do this. She had to.  

           For the first mile headed away from the institution, they drove in silence. Derek was becoming concerned about the mental health of his new friend. He chose not to ask her any questions which may trigger something to upset her. Did I do the right thing driving this young woman in my car for such a long distance, hmmm. I’m an old fool! When will I ever learn from my past indiscretions? Stay alert, man! Beware and be aware! Derek gave himself some sound advice as he glanced over at a beautifully sleeping Jeanine.

          Jeanine was afraid that Derek would find her out; that she was an escaped mental patient who had murdered a string of men who she still believes deserved to be punished for what they had done to her. She was so innocent back then. Young teenage Jeanine truly believed that the boys cared for her, that they seriously liked her, and she had grown to trust Jeff. How could I have been so stupid!?

          Her eyes were closed but she was not asleep, as Derek thought. Tears fell soundlessly from her eyes as she attempted to release the emotional pain. One thing that she had learned in the twice-weekly sessions with the prison psychiatrist was to retreat, relax, and refocus. She was using the music to calm the nervous energy and extreme anxiety over the prospect of seeing Karin once again.