Fibonacci's Child - Chapter 12
The sound of smashing glass awoke the Morrison household. Another rock came through the window as Thelma leapt out of her bed. She ran out into the hall as more and more rocks shattered window panes.
“Come out bitch!” Elizabeth shouted. “Come out and fight me. You're going down. Don't make me come in there and beat you in front those children!” She continued to hurl rocks out the house. Thelma hid in the bathroom. Norman appeared on the porch as a missile whistled past his head. Children's screams could be heard inside the house.
“Elizabeth,” he called to her,“Elizabeth stop that right now, you're frightening the children.”
“You tell her to come out here then,” My niece demanded, another rock in hand ready to be launched.
“When could I tell her anything? She doesn't listen to me. This is between you and her, don't involve the children,” He stood defiantly leaning on his cane. Elizabeth dropped the rock, she seemed a little unsteady on her feet.
“Why do you want Thelma?” He spoke calmly, his breath visible in the cold night air.
“She ruined my life, she's going down. I swear she's going down.” Elizabeth breathed heavily as she stepped back to lean on a post, the rain started to fall.
“I did no such thing.” Thelma appeared in the doorway, her arms folded as if to lend some support to her huge sagging breasts. “Your life was ruined before you came here. You're a freak, you always were a freak and you always will be.”
“Come say it to my face! You dried up barren big-foot bitch. Don't be hiding behind your crippled husband shooting off your mouth.”
“Nobody will ever want you,” Thelma jeered. “You're a freak. Your own mother didn't care about you, she let men interfere with you. Did she ever come looking for you? No! She's fucked up like you and she hates you.” Now, I know from my college days, when one brings the subject of mothers into the conversation, it's not normally a good sign. In fact, it's usually means something bad is going to happen. Elizabeth flew from the post, attacking Thelma, causing her to crash through the picket fence. The second Thelma regained her feet Elizabeth knocked her down again, and again, and again. My niece was possessed with the strength of a man and she beat Thelma like one savage man beating another. The sharp crack made me wince as Lizzie's forehead met Thelma's forehead. The 250 pounds of thunder thighs and melon biceps didn't seem to present obstacle or resistance. The knee in crotch, had to hurt. The final punch knocked Thelma out cold. Elizabeth picked up a broken piece of fence, and standing over Thelma's body raised the wooden stake high above her head. Her eyes full of anger and hatred, she felt to drive the stake through the heart of the demon.
“I told you sour-bitch! You're going down!” Elizabeth drew the breath that would power the lethal strike.
“Elizabeth no!” Norman spoke sharply without excessive volume. “Come here my child?” He extended an arm to her. My niece looked to Norman, then to Thelma's body and back again. Dropping the stake, she walked over to him, dragging her feet. Norman hugged her with the one arm. “Why did you come back here? You were free and clear,” he whispered, the two moved as one and sat together on the large swing bench.
“It all went wrong.” She clung to him, weeping. “I had more babies but they were wrong.”
“Shhh! Don't cry.” He patted her head gently whilst keeping one eye on his wife's unconscious form.
“Why does this keep happening to me?” she sniffled. Norman didn't answer her immediately, he took a moment or two to comfort her. Finally, he pushed her body away from his.
“Elizabeth look at me, everything will be just fine.” He looked into her face. He thought he saw the beginnings of a smile the split-second before he heard the crash. Elizabeth's head jerked violently to one side. It was a mystery how the force didn't sever the head from the neck. Her body fell to the ground. Thelma Morrison stood over her, shovel in hand.
“Who's sorry now you little freak,” she spat. Norman looked at his wife with icy disdain before stooping to attend to the younger woman. Elizabeth's eyes were wide open staring into the night sky.
“You've really done it now Thelma, she's dead.”