The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 3
Kalina, closed her eyes and flinched as she smelled the whiskey in his breath. “You smell nice and pretty like a wild flower that grows in the wild fields?” Kalina disgusted, as he ran his fingers across her collar bone.
“If you do what I say, maybe I will let you go, but you have to be a good girl for Mr. Conrad” moving his hand up towards her face, grabbing both sides of her checks and squeezing them together forcing her to pucker her lips. Her dread dissolved into tears, no one around to help her. She felt hopeless, exactly what she feared.
“Don’t be scared, ssssshhh” releasing the grip on her cheeks and placing his finger over her lips, her body clinching and her tears flowed in with speed.
“Please, please, stop, don’t do this” he pulled her away from the wall and slammed her to the ground behind the reception desk. He pinned her down by both wrists as he worked his heavy frame over her. He slithered himself up to her face and turned her head sideways until her ear was aligned with his lips and whispered “I’m going to give you a night you will never forget.” Kalina, let out deep sobs
“Nooooo, please don’t do this” she cried as he violated her essence with his filth. The smell of the whisky penetrated her clothes along with his stench of his body odor. He lifted himself off of her and reached for his discolored old trousers and held them with his hand as he wiped his forehead. She shivered at the sight of his face. His face and smell now a part of her mental recollection.
Kalina, Lifted herself off the ground frantically and ran for the entrance of the studio, not looking back. She made it through the boards that barricaded the entrance and ran as fast as she could. Not once did she turn to look back to see if he was following her. Tears of grief continued to fill her eyes afraid of them never stopping. How was she going to explain to Alinna what had just happened? Kalina hoping she wouldn’t have to tell anyone, keeping this a hidden secret.
As she turned the corner of Madison Ave., she noticed the front porch light was off, happy to know that Alinna was not home. She made it to the front door, something she felt that could have come sooner. She turned to look at the narrow street of the 2300 block of Capitella St. marking this night her worst nightmare.
Alinna, half asleep walked to the kitchen to see what was for breakfast. The kitchen light was not on, it took her by surprise. Kalina was always the first one in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. “Hmmm, wonder where she is at, she couldn’t still be asleep?” Alinna walked back up the stairs as she dragged her slippered feet along the hard wood floor, and let herself into Kalina’s bedroom. “Kalina, you’re still asleep?” when she looked Kalina was not asleep, her bed was nicely done. “I wonder where she could have gone.”
Alinna heard the front wooden door open and shut as the footsteps trailed over to the staircase. Alinna stood at the top of the stairs and said “Why hello there sunshine, where have you been?”
“Out” said Kalina with a stern look on her face.
“Out… you, on a Saturday morning?”
“Yes…Alinna out! Why is it a problem? I don’t make it a problem when you’re out almost every second of the day.”
“What has your panties all in a bunch? It was just a question, sheesh.”
“Well until you start paying some bills in this house, then you can ask questions, but until then mind your own damn business!” Kalina shouted angrily. She turned her back to Alinna and walked into her bedroom.
“Whoa, where did that come from.” shocked by the way Kalina replied. She had never heard Kalina talk that way to anyone including her.
Where was all this anger and animosity steaming from? Alinna quite puzzled by the behavior change Kalina was having. She was always the one to speak in a civil manner with more of a balanced personality.
Alinna knocked on Kalina’s door and asked “Kalina, may I come in?”
“No I want to be left alone, can you just respect that and go away?”
Alinna worried in turn said “Ok, well if you want to talk, remember I am right next door.”
Kalina didn’t reply. Alinna walked away and left her sister to be alone. She didn’t want to make matters worse.
To be continued.....
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