HUMAN MILK - An almost true story E-Book

Sven Frank

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 87

Beschreibung

She screamed. The cellphone fell out of her hands. She tried picking it up as she hurriedly dashed out of the house. The sky became grey and hazy to Jenny as she approached the scene of the accident. His body laid upon a stretcher, the Paramedic Practitioner pronounced him dead just as she ran towards his body. She paused. It was simply unbelievable. Tears dropped from her eyes, her mouth torn wide open, her world crumbled as those words sunk into her ear. Immediately, she fainted and fell to the ground . This ward is unlike the other wards Jenny ever stayed in. The luxurious setting of this place absorbs her gaze so much that she incessantly peers at every item aesthetically arranged in the ward. She is glad, although this glee is bed-rocked by numerous questions. She loves the newness that this is going to herald to her; the comfort, sanity and peace of mind. Every day, she is provided with extremely rich organic foods that are majorly consumed by the society's proletariat. The last time she ate a highly rich organic food was when Jack invited her over to his crib for a date, she ate and ate till she had no might to lift herself off the couch. But what is the secret of this mysterious place and will she ever be able to escape this luxury alive?

Leseprobe

Sven Frank

HUMAN MILK

© 2021 Sven Frank

Verlag und Druck:

tredition GmbH, Halenreie 40-44, 22359 Hamburg

ISBN

Paperback:      978-3-347-31783-3

Hardcover:      978-3-347-31784-0

e-Book:           978-3-347-31785-7

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CHAPTER ONE

A white-ultra visible ambulance speed past like a space jet fluttering into the wreathed clouds. The city sleeps upon the northernmost point of Southampton Water, with an enviable confluence of water formed by the River Test and Itchen. Southampton is a city in England with uncommon features and awe-inspiring nature. Its splendid dense of greens stems from the impressive array of trees that can be found in the city.

Due to the immense development of the inner-city in Southampton, it has become a conducive home to the headquarters of both the Maritime and Coastguard Agency and the Marine Accident Investigation Branch. Most times, the city is the bassinet of an oceanic climate. Hence, its southerly, sheltered location enwraps it with enough warmth; which makes it one of the sunniest cities in the United Kingdom.

Inside the ambulance, a woman, who later in the hospital will be identified as Jennifer Jones, is gasping heavily for breath, a Paramedic Practitioner dressed in a grassgreen outwear, covered from the neck to the waist with a Hi-Visibility, holds her feeble hand, Jennifer sleeps away into unconsciousness as the siren wail of the ambulance staggers decibels of crippling sound into reverberating echoes.

Monday, 12th of January, 2019, someone unknown was at the door. Jenny, as her friends fondly called her, meandered towards the door, oblivious of whoever hid behind her door awaiting her presence, called out to the person in a comely manner. There was no response; the silence was alarming.

Instead, the deep, husky grunts of double-crested cormorants silhouetted the silence that escaped the quiescence of the door. Jenny made a beeline for the door and unfastened it. Behind, a man- young, spectacled, heavily built, red lips, brown-pure white eyes, tall, straight to the core, with a curly black moustache, appeared in front of her, it was Jack; the man at the store the other day that helped her with $200.

“Life is all shitty, Jack” her parched lips opened up as she stretched her tiny legs into the gully full to the brim with clean and lucid water. The water oozed in rivulets as its trickling touches kept her body fecund with sensation.

She had walked him farther away from her threshold the moment she found out it was him knocking at the door. She had her reasons for everything that she doesshe wanted to keep Jack out of sight, a bait to avoid the fury of her mistress.

At twelve, she lost her mum and dad. At twenty-one, she lost her maidenhood. She was molested by her Uncle until she summoned courage to flee his house. At twentyfour, she got a job to be a servant in the house of a proletariat. At thirty, she is with a man she admires, her libido heavy with the detritus of an amorous rollercoaster. Jennifer Jones is indifferent about the mystery of faith, hope, miracle and happiness; life has never been any good to her.

Her penetrative eyes unable to avoid Jack’s red lips, her mind is full of diverse lascivious thoughts. Behind them, strangers slopped forward and backward, trying to meet up for their respective schedules.

“Jenny, I love you” Jack pressed his red lips upon hers, she stared motionlessly, there was no trembling, only flutters of butterflies, she couldn’t believe her eyes. He wants her, too. The last time she fell in love, it was a boy that ran away with all the money she saved up. She sobbed for countless nights waiting for him to return, but he never returned. She had sworn never to embrace love.

“We had only met two days back at the store” Jenny pulled away as Jack tried to hold onto her tightly.

“Yeah, I know, this shouldn’t be really hard, Jenny.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. Life isn’t a bed of roses.”

“I found happiness the day I ran into you at the nearby store”

“I have lost so many battles trying to find joy, I love you and I do not want to lose you, too.”

Jack couldn’t believe what he had just heard, his heart skipped triple beats, his toes wrenched with cold. After she left, he trudged the road back to his cottage with those words curled into a knot inside his abs-ridden stomach. That night, he found sleep unaffordable, he sat on the bed, strumming repeatedly his acoustic guitar.

******

Time sauntered past, Jenny couldn’t believe all that was happening to her. She had fallen in love with a man whose affection and tenderness overwhelmed her. Last night, Jack had a full taste of her lips, he was totally irresistible, he fondled every part of her body; it felt like an ignition thrown into a wild-field doused with oil.

He promised to take away from the house she lived in; he promised to ferry her in his car to the Medieval City Walls; he promised to live his whole life for her comfort; he promised to get married to her before the celestial chariots of the heavens and earth. The future she keenly desired seem to be within her grip and she was ready to fight anyone to keep it.

In her dream, she wanders into a meadow, behind her is Jack, scurrying towards her with a handtied luxury red rose. Her grin settled subtly into the night’s darkness every time she wakes up from such dreams. For the first time, she felt happiness and joy wring her intestines. Unfortunately, the best moment does not absolve longevity. Her nightmare began the day she wanted to make him a surprise Battenberg cake to announce to him the news of her pregnancy.

******

Jenny’s cellphone blared out, after the fifth ring, she scrambled about trying to get hold of it, she rubbed her hands against the apron tied around her waist in a bid to remove the sticks of mixed flour glued to her fingers. She only thought of Jack as she began to speak to the caller.

“Hello… this cellphone belongs to an accident victim”

“Who…?” She didn’t recognize the voice. Although, she knew it wasn’t Jack.

“His ID card says his name is Jack. His car ran into the railing of Itchen bridge and tumbled” The unknown voice retorted.

She screamed. The cellphone fell out of her hands. She tried picking it up as she hurriedly dashed out of the house. The sky became grey and hazy to Jenny as she approached the scene of the accident. His body laid upon a stretcher, the Paramedic Practitioner pronounced him dead just as she ran towards his body. She paused. It was simply unbelievable. Tears dropped from her eyes, her mouth torn wide open, her world crumbled as those words sunk into her ear. Immediately, she fainted and fell to the ground.

*******

At the hospital, Jennifer receives aides and regains consciousness. What is the point of living, she bites her lips with so much regret and sorrow. Jack is gone. She is too ashamed to return back to the house, there is a baby in her womb, her life is slipping out of her grip, everything is sour, there is no place to call home; no woman to call mother; no man to call father; no Jack to call a heartthrob; no path for the broken soles of her life.

CHAPTER TWO

Silhouettes of two unidentified people lurk around the rear end of the ward, the wishy-washy lightbulb dangles inertly from a wire stuck to the plafond, Jenny is perturbed, unable to close her eyes. Her feeble body stays upturned towards the plafond of the room. The room is ordinarily phlegmatic, the walls are scrupulously spotless, the wind sits upon the windowsill, few inches farther from the body of her hospital cot; to her, the world seems vapid. She sobs again at the thought of Jack’s death.

She moves her hands softly across the face of her belly, she thinks about her unborn child and his dead father. As a young lady who never enjoyed the fortune of being loved and catered for by her parent, the day the doctor told her she was up the duff, she vouched never to allow her children suffer the same fate.

Before the Doctor left, he told her the result of the amniocentesis carried on her. Your baby is fine, Jenny. He said before strolling out of the room. She mutters silently to herself ‘I have just one reason to live’. The fate she suffered as a child, she was never going to allow her child suffer the same. The news of her baby’s wellness shrug off some of the scurf of regret the demise of Jack enamored her mind with.

She thinks about his carcass; his red lips, heavily-built body, his curly black moustache and brown-pure white eyes. They are all gone, like the wisp of smoke. She read some time ago in a book: Death’s Acre: Inside the Legendary Forensic Lab the Body Farm Where the Dead Do Tell Tales, about the processes of human decomposition; she groans heavily as imaginative images of Jack’s carcass slid through her mind. The fact that she is never going to see him again wrecked her totally.

********

Someone appears from the corridor that lead into the emergency ward, the figure struts through the hallway delicately, a lady for sure but her walk-carriage dazzled like that of a nurse. As she edges closer, styled with a white dress, fine-suited apron, her eyes glisten like sapphires, her cologne smells like roses drenched with coriander, when she gets to Jenny’s cot.

“Hi, Jenny”

Jenny looks at her shabbily. She raises her head up to get a better glance at the face of the nurse even though the doctor warned her not to exert too much pressure on herself in order to aide her recuperating process.

“I am Sarah”

Jenny still doesn’t answer. She is only interested in talking to anyone that would feed her ears with the miraculous news of Jack’s resurrection from death. Unfortunately, there was no one.

“Can I be your friend?”