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Becky's Revenging Angel
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)
***
Grandfather gets revenge on the men who raped his
granddaughter. Please read, It's a really good story.
(MMF, nc, rp, sad)
***
It was a bad part of town. Not the kind of area I
usually drove through. With a light rain falling and
being so dark and dreary out it was hard to see out of
the side windows. I was looking for a very seedy bar. A
place I had never been before. But you do what you have
to do. That's the way life is.
I spotted it ahead, 'Pete's tavern.' I slowly pulled up
to the curb. I was a nervous wreck, hands shaking,
sweating under my jacket. The bar was truly a hole in
the ground. A run down old building in a run down
neighborhood. I reached into my glove compartment and
took out the hand gun. I wasn't even sure what kind it
was. The man at the pawn shop told me it was a 9mm I
think. Hell I don't remember. I did get the right
bullets for it. That's all that counted.
I loaded it with six bullets and played with the safety
on it, moving it back and forth. I wanted to make sure
I had it in the right position. Then I put it in my
coat pocket along with the remainder of the bullets. I
doubted if I needed any more but if I did, I'd have
them. I was wearing gloves like it would make a
difference.
I opened the car door and stepped out. I was extremely
nervous but knew I had to hold my composure. I had to
see this through, it was a promise that I had made. As
the rain ran down over my rimmed hat I walked toward
the tavern, my hands in my pockets. Just before
reaching the building I spotted the car. The car they
showed pictures of in the court room. They were here,
the bastards were here.
I opened the door to the saloon. There were maybe a
half dozen people in there. The place smelled like
stale beer and cigarettes. It was almost enough to make
me puke. The few patrons just looked at me not really
saying anything. Then I spotted them, sitting at a
little round table looking about half drunk. They
looked at me and started laughing. They got up and came
toward me while the other people just looked on. I
heard the bartender tell them he didn't want any
trouble. They just told him to shut up.
These two men ... no, not men; that's too good a name
for scum like them. Two soon-to-be-dead mother-fuckers
would be a better name. They walked up to me standing
maybe six feet away and said, "What do you want, little
old man?"
I only stood about 5' 7" and weighed about 150 pounds.
So being called short or little was nothing new and
being sixty-eight years old wasn't exactly young. I
looked at these two pieces of shit and said, "I came to
get revenge for my family."
They both just started laughing and then the big guy
pulled out a large knife. I remember Becky telling
about seeing one like it. He looked at me and said,
"Get the fuck out of here before I cut you to pieces,
grandpa." He was right, I was a grandpa.
The bartender again yelled, "Big Jim, put that knife
away before somebody gets hurt. I don't need no more
trouble in my bar. Now please put it away."
So that's what they called him - Big Jim. I looked up
at him staring at his eyes, he was a real bastard. Just
dark and mean looking. Nothing but darkness when
staring at him. All I could see in his eyes was evil.
He repeated what he said earlier. "Get the fuck out of
here, grandpa, before you get hurt." He was still
holding his knife. I think he remembered seeing me in
the courtroom.
I reached into my pocket and took out my revolver and
unlocked the safety. Then I pointed it at Big Jim.
"What the fuck!" was all Jim could say.. I heard his
buddy say, "Jim, that's the old man that said he was
going to get us. Remember at the trial?"
The pervert looked at me and said, "Hey, man, we didn't
mean to hurt her. We was just having a little fun. We
didn't mean her no harm." He was scared. He kept
rattling off words, anything he could think of to save
his sorry ass. It wasn't going to work. Before I left
he would be a dead man. "It was Big Jim's idea, I just
went along." Big Jim back-handed the pervert he called
Gimp because he walked with a limp. Must of had trouble
with one of his legs.
Jim spoke to me. "Hey, old man, the courts found us
innocent. There were no witnesses. So I suggest you get
your sorry ass out of here right now."
I have had enough. I looked at Big Jim and back over to
his companion Gimp. Then I gave them my little speech.
"You two sorry excuses for human beings, you ruined my
granddaughter's life. You two sorry mother-fuckers beat
up her boyfriend, then took her out of the car and
raped her. She was only an eighteen year old girl who
was just going to her senior prom."
I had tears in my eyes as I continued. She was just a
happy teenager who was out on a date. Just because they
drove down the wrong road did not give you the right to
do what you did to her. I know that she told the truth,
that you pulled her out of the car and then brought her
into this dump and raped her on that very pool table
over there. She yelled and screamed for you to let her
go but, no, you just had to fuck her. The rest of the
sorry bastards in this bar stood up for you."
The bartender backed away. He was there. He saw what
happened. Probably a few of these patrons were here at
the time too. I should shoot them all but maybe it's
better if they live with their guilt. I was surprised
that everyone in the bar just kept quiet.
***
I have three grown kids. They each have families of
their own. Cindy, my oldest daughter, and her husband
have three kids. Becky, their oldest was kind of my
pride and joy. She was my first grandchild and of
course we, my wife and I, probably spoiled her the
most. We love all our grandchildren but the first is
the one you have a tendency to remember.
Life for us was great. My wife and I lived a pretty
complete life. We did everything with family. We all
lived in the same town or at least close. So we had a
lot of family gatherings. Family was everything to my
wife and I. Sure we traveled and went on cruises but we
were always glad to get home. It's true what they say,
"Home is where the family and the heart is."
My wife probably spoke to the kids everyday or at least
almost everyday. We always had someone visiting every
weekend. The grandkids always loved coming here.
Grandma and grandpa spoiled them. They knew that
grandma could cook and they loved homemade cooking. We
also had the latest games and DVD's here. They played
on the computer and we even played board games with
them. They loved the attention we gave them.
That was until my Mary passed away last year. We all
took it hard. She was just one of those special people.
Always did everything for everyone. I lived by myself
for awhile. It was lonely, very lonely. My son asked me
to move in with him. I thought I would be intruding too
much into his family's life. Then one day my daughter-
in-law came to see me. She told me that everyone was
worried about me being alone and that I needed family
around more often. Even though I was her father-in-law
she loved me as much as her own father who had passed
away. She convinced me to move in with them.
They had a big house and I had my own bedroom. It was a
little different at first, with everyone trying to do
everything for each other until one day at dinner I
called a time out. I told everyone that I loved living
with them but that they needed to live their normal
lives. They didn't have to include me in everything and
they could have friends over and I didn't have to be
there. I said that the kids could play their music. I
didn't want to be considered a guest but as part of the
family.
After that day, everything changed. The tension was
gone and everything was going great. I did my thing,
sometimes with the family, sometimes not. I had sold my
house and had an auction to get rid of most of my
stuff. I was retired now and didn't need everything
anymore. I let all the kids have what they wanted of
our belongings.
One wanted a refrigerator, a another the washer and
dryer. There was still plenty of junk to be sold. After
44 years of marriage Mary and I had accumulated a lot.
The girls all divided Mary's personal belongings. She
had promised certain pieces of jewelry to different
people. Whatever clothes of Mary's no one wanted we
donated to the local shelter and Salvation Army.
It was a big auction, even after the kids took what
they wanted or needed. I got rid of pretty much
everything, even the lawn mover and tools, after the
men of the families completed their own tool sets.
I divided the money from the auction four ways. One-
fourth for each daughter/son and their spouse, the
fourth was for me. They could divide that fourth again
after my death. That put all my kids on Easy Street. It
made life a lot easier for each of them. As for me, I
was happy. I had my pension, Social Security, and a
hefty savings account.
Cindy, my eldest daughter (she preferred "eldest" to
"oldest") called and was all excited about her daughter
Becky going to the prom. Becky had turned eighteen and
would be heading for college after her senior year.
That following Saturday, Becky and her boyfriend Ryan
headed to the prom. Cindy told us how gorgeous Becky
looked. She was one beautiful lady.
That evening we got a call from Cindy. She was
hysterical. She said Becky had been raped and was at
the hospital. I rushed down to be with the family. When
I got there everyone was a little calmer. The police
were there taking statements. Of course Cindy and her
husband were crying. The police said they had two
suspects in custody. Charges would be filed in the
morning. We then went in to see Becky. She was very
distraught and crying. After she calmed down she
explained what had happened.
***
Becky's story:
Ryan and I were headed out to eat. We had a really nice
time at the dance. Ryan didn't know his way around town
very well and took the wrong exit. We were in kind of a
dirty part of town. We got worried and rolled up our
windows and locked our doors. We saw two men standing
in front of a dingy looking bar so Ryan rolled down his
window to ask for directions.
The man told Ryan to pull off the road so he wouldn't
be blocking traffic and he would give him directions
where to go. Ryan pulled up into the parking lot. The
man reached in through the door and unlocked the
vehicle and pulled Ryan out. I started screaming when
this guy walking with a limp pulled me out of the car.
I was kicking and yelling until the man holding Ryan
pulled out a big knife and said he would "cut Ryan the
fuck up if I didn't stop screaming." I'm sorry for
swearing but that's what he said.
He asked Ryan for his wallet and took his money. He
said, "A fucking fifty dollars. How you expect to get
in her panties spending only fifty dollars on her. The
whores around here charge more then that," and then he
laughed.
Ryan told him to keep the money just let us go. But the
big guy laughed and hit Ryan in the stomach. Ryan fell
to the ground and the big man kept kicking and kicking
him. I started yelling again and the man with the limp
put his knife to my throat and said one more sound out
of me and he would cut my throat and I would never
speak again. I was crying, it was awful. They left Ryan
lying there on the concrete and pulled me into the
dingy, dirty bar.
I heard the bartender say, "What the fuck are you
doing, Jim? You can't bring her in here." There were
only about three or four other people there. I yelled
at them to help me but they did nothing. I was crying
and pleading for them to let me go but they just
laughed at me. The next thing I knew I was thrown on
the pool table and was raped. It wasn't love, it wasn't
even sex, it was rape.
He pushed me down on the table and ripped off my
panties and then jammed his thing in me. It hurt, oh
how it hurt. I just lay there and cried the whole time.
When the big guy came in me, he told the guy with the
limp he could have me and then he took me too. It
didn't hurt as much due to the first guy coming in me.
It was still awful. No pleasure, just pain. When the
second guy finished, I remember the big guy turning
around and yelling, "Anyone else want some pussy?"
There were no more takers. They didn't take part in the
rape but they didn't help me either. I got off the pool
table. I was crying and slowly walked out the door
listening to the two evil men laughing behind me. When
I got to the car Ryan was getting up. He asked me what
happened but I knew he could see. He just started
crying and apologizing to me. We got into the car and
went to the hospital. The hospital called the police. I
called mom first chance I could and that's everything
that happen.
***
I walked over and hugged my granddaughter. I told her,
"Everything will be alright. It will just take time,
Becky. The bad guys will be taken care of. I'll see to
that.
She said, "Thank you, grandpa, thank you for just being
here."
I later talked to the police. They said they picked up
the two men that Becky described and were running an
investigation. Since I was a grandparent and not a
legal guardian that I would have to go through either
my daughter or granddaughter to find out how the
investigation was going.
I was really upset about this. My granddaughter was
raped and I wasn't allowed to be told anything. It was
working on my mind. I might be an old man but my family
meant everything to me. I called my daughter daily to
find out how the case was going. I knew it bothered her
also so I went over to visit with her and Becky.
All in all they were handling it well. Becky wanted to
talk to me alone so after Cindy went to do some of her
chores I went in the living room to talk with my Becky.
She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said,
"Grandpa, I'm scared. I'm trying to be a brave girl in
front of mom but I'm worried."
"What's the matter, Becky? Are you afraid of getting
pregnant?" I asked.
She gave me a slight smile and said, "No, grandpa, I'm
on the pill. But what I didn't tell anyone is those two
men said they are going to come back after me and I'm
scared to death. I've been having nightmares about them
coming back and raping me again. I don't know what to
do, grandpa, I don't know what to do. I'm afraid to
tell mom and dad. It would just worry them more. You
always said I could come to you so I did."
I put my arms around her and said, "I promise you that
these two men will never hurt you again, and I've
always kept my promises to you."
She hugged me and said, "I love you, grandpa." We both
had tears in our eyes.
I went downstairs and Cindy told me she just got a call
from the prosecutors office. They were going to have a
hearing in an hour and it looked like they were going
to have to drop the charges. They said they didn't have
enough evidence. Cindy stated that Becky didn't have to
be there and it would be better if she wasn't.
I told Cindy I was going down and find out what was
happening. I told Cindy not to say anything to Becky
until I got back that night or the next day. Cindy was
scared too. How could they just let two rapists go?
I sat in the court room. The presiding judge said that
this was just a hearing to see if these two men would
be formally charged for rape. The prosecutor stated his
case saying that these two men raped this eighteen year
old girl. He told them the exact story that Becky had
related to us.
The judge asked if there were any witnesses besides the
girl. The prosecutor said "No judge," the other bar
patrons would not testify saying she was raped.
"What other evidence do you have?' the judge asked the
prosecutor.
"Just the statement from Ryan, the girl's boyfriend,
Your Honor. Also a picture of the men's car sitting
outside of the bar. We also have all the evidence from
the hospital, sperm samples and such."
The Judge looked over at the lawyer for the defense and
asked him to state his case.
"Your Honor, we are not disputing that the defendants
had sexual intercourse with the lady in question. Yes,
they had consensual sex with her. Not at any time did
she say, 'No' until after they had finished. Then she
felt bad about cheating on her boy friend and then
accused the defendants of rape."
I was getting pissed listening to this pack of lies
against my granddaughter. There is no way she would
have had consensual sex with these two assholes.
The attorney continued, "There were other people in the
tavern at the time. I have their sworn statements that
say she agreed to have intercourse with these two men.
I even have a statement from the bartender who owns the
tavern. As far as their vehicle being there, it would
be. We don't deny any of that. Also your honor, it was
the hospital that called the police, not the so-called
victim. The hospital reports are inconclusive as you
can see. She was not a virgin and according to the
hospital reports she was on the pill. We believe she
asked for and wanted the sexual intercourse but just
felt guilty afterwards."
The two assholes were just sitting there grinning at
each other. My stomach was upset just looking at them.
These were evil men and I know would hurt young girls
again if they got the chance.
The Judge looked at the prosecutor and told him there
just was not enough evidence to take these men to
trial. He was sorry but the charges would be dropped
and the case dismissed.
I was devastated. My sweet young granddaughter was
raped and the court system didn't work. I made her a
promise that these men would never bother her again. I
was going to keep that promise.
I called my daughter, Cindy, and told he the bad news.
She had said that the prosecutor had called after I had
left for the court and told her what was probably going
to happen. He was sorry but there was nothing he could
do. I told Cindy not to mention it to Becky that night.
I wanted to tell her myself in the morning. I wanted
her to get a good night's sleep.
I drove to the nearest pawn shop and picked up a
pistol. I didn't know much about them. I never really
owned a gun. The pawn broker gave me a deal because I
paid cash. He even gave me a half a box of bullets. He
did an under-the-table deal so I didn't even fill out
any papers. I gave him the money, probably twice what
the pistol was worth. As I said, I had no idea what
they cost.
I decided to go and get something in my stomach. Sort
of a last supper. I went to one of my favorite
restaurants and got myself a good meal. I looked
outside and it began to get dark and started to rain. I
guess it could have been a dark and stormy night. I
remember a lot of stories starting out that way. But
that night it was coming true. After leaving the
confines of my favorite restaurant I walked outside. It
truly was a dark and stormy night. I put on my hat,
coat and gloves and headed to my car.
***
I looked over at the bartender and said, "You are one
yellow-bellied son of a bitch. You let my granddaughter
get raped in your bar. What kind of a fucking man are
you?" Then I looked back at Big Jim. "You, mother-
fucker, are about to die," and I fired my first shot
into his abdomen. Then I looked at gimp pleading with
me as I fired a shot into his stomach also. As they
fell to the floor I fired a second shot into each of
their private areas.
As they were rolling around on the floor I looked at
the bartender. He was yelling, 'Please don't shoot me,
please don't shoot me, I have a wife and kids." The
rest of the patrons just huddled and started crying.
I took the pistol and laid it up on the bar. I reached
in my pockets and took out the remainder of the shells
and set them on the bar also. Then I turned around and
walked out of the bar. I went home to be with my family
until the police would come and take me away.
When I got to the house, my son asked, "Where have you
been?"
I told him I had some very important business to take
care of. He said that Cindy had called and told him
that the charges were dropped on the rapists. I told
him I knew because I was at the court house. I told him
not to worry, everything would work itself out. I told
him I was going to my room and rest. I said if anyone
should want to see me to come and get me. I know he
thought it was strange for me to say something like
that but he said okay.
I fell asleep and the next thing I knew it was morning.
I remembered I was supposed to go talk to Becky this
morning. Where were the police? Why hadn't they come
and gotten me yet? I dressed and told my son I was
going over to Cindy's for a little bit and that I would
see him later.
When I got to Cindy's I asked where Becky was? Cindy
said she was sitting on the back porch. She was waiting
for me, she had something personal she wanted to tell
me. Cindy knew that I often talked with the kids. She
liked the way I always bonded with them.
I went to the porch swing and Becky jumped up and gave
me a big hug. She said, "Grandpa, I slept great last
night, like a big burden was lifted from me. I'm not
afraid anymore. I don't know why except talking to you
just made me feel safe. It's like you're my guardian
angel. Do you believe in angels, grandpa?"
"I sure do, Becky, and you're one of my little angels,"
I said with tears in my eyes.
All of a sudden we heard Cindy yell from the house,
"Dad, Becky, come here, hurry, come here quick. You
have to see this."
We ran into the room. Cindy had the news on. The
newsman said that two men were shot three times each
while trying to rob a tavern on the lower east side.
The bartender and owner of the tavern said the two men
tried to rob the bar and six patrons at knife-point.
who were there at the time. The bartender said he shot
at them twice while they tried to break into the cash
register but since they would not drop their knives he
put a third shot to the back of their head. The
shooting is still under investigation but no charges
have been filed.
Cindy looked at me and Becky and said, "Becky, you
won't have to testify now. Those were the men who raped
you so everything ought to be better now." They hugged
each other.
Becky looked at her mom and said, "Everything will be
alright, mom. You see, I have a guardian angel," as she
looked over at me.
Thank you for reading my story
DG Hear
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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