CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DIXIE

 

I woke up staring at the ceiling. I’m not going to lie, Charlie walking around the house without a care in the world pisses me off. I made a decision last night that today, I’m going to place an anonymous call to the police and tell them that he was responsible for the injection deaths of Gi-Gi and Fergie. I’m going to also tell them where they are buried.

When I try to sit up, I notice I can’t. What the fuck is going on? WHY CAN’T I MOVE? I try again and again, and the only thing that motions on my body are my eyelids! I can’t even open my mouth to talk. Why?

When Charlie walks into the room, I try to tell him I’m in trouble with my eyes.

“Good morning, Dixon,” he says smiling. He’s holding a red pill bottle in his hand.

I roll my eyes around rapidly trying to communicate with him but it doesn’t work!

“I know what you’re thinking right now. You’re thinking, why can’t I move my body. Well let me help you with that, you can’t move because I have given you something to paralyze you.” He shakes the pill bottle. “Courtesy of a dear friend of mine. And you will not move, unless I deem fit.”

What the fuck does he mean?

“And let me tell you why I have done this to you,” he continues. “I found out a lot about you that I didn’t know before, a lot of things I don’t like. I discovered that you are evil, probably the child of the devil. And because of it, I don’t trust you.”

He wipes the cascading curls out of his face, and I notice the diamond that is sitting on his finger. It looks like an engagement ring. I now know why he was screaming and jumping around last night. Luke proposed, and apparently he said yes. I’m devastated.

“I also know that you never had a heart murmur, Dixon. I know you been blackmailing me, and trying to make me feel bad to control me, and I know that will never happen again. I’m over you, Dixon. Those days are long gone, thanks to Sugar and my future husband,” she flashes her ring and a tear rolls down my face.

How did he find these things out? I…I never meant to hurt him, I just wanted him to love me forever, and not leave me like Mr. Cram. If only I could talk to him, I would be able to explain everything. But I can’t move. Why can’t I move?

“To make sure that you will never hurt another person,” he says walking up to me. “I am going to keep you paralyzed and unable to move. I don’t know if it’s going to be a few days, weeks or months. I do know that I won’t stop the dosages until I can see that your eyes have changed.

“Now I don’t want you to worry about your care, even though I still have my clients that I have to take care of. To ensure that you get cleaned and the like, I’ve hired a nurse who has no idea that I’m keeping you in this state. She’ll help administer care when I’m out injecting my clients. Dixon, you have finally reaped what you sowed.”

He lifts me up by my upper body, and my arms lazily fall behind his back. With a loud grunt he picks me up and places me into a wheel chair sitting beside the bed.

“This is going to be your new situation,” he says pushing me toward the window. Every morning I’m going to come in and take you out of bed. And I’ll push you to this window, so that you can see life passing you by. And when I’m ready, only when I’m ready,” he continues whispering in my year, “your meds will stop.” He runs his hand over my face. “Don’t be mad at me, Dixon, you always said you wanted me to take care of you, so here we are.” He kisses me on my lumpy cheek, and walks out of the door.

As I stare out into the sunlight I know one thing above all. I don’t care how long I have to live at some point in my life I’m going to pay Charlie back for this shit. And he will pay greatly too.