Part 4..The hut

I was severely injured. I could barely walk due to pain and numbness. I gathered all my energy to stand up and run because the car was about to blast. I managed to get away from the car and ran in to the woods. I lied down there. The car exploded at that very moment. The body of Barry Bonds was shredded to pieces. After that i passed out. Next morning I woke up in a little hut .The hut was made of pine logs cut from the forest. I could see the marks of the axe. When I opened my eyes and i saw the most beautiful pair of eyes i had ever seen.There was a girl standing right beside me ,looking right in to my eyes. She had pale blue eyes, beautiful hair, black as a crow's wing, and so long and heavy that it hung to her knees in shining rippling waves.She had red lips, too perfect even for a painter to make by choice. She had a beautiful nose with a delicate tip and her well shaped eyebrows gave her an exotic look.



She said,"you passed out in the woods, my father brought you here." She told me that I had been sleeping for three days. I said,"where is your father?" She said," He is out in the jungle collecting herbs." I was surprised to see how quickly my wounds were healing. She told me that it was her father's homemade medicines that did it. I said, "What do you guys do out here in the middle of nowhere." She replied,"We live." I chuckled and said, "yes I can see that, I mean what does your father do for living, is he a doctor or something like that?" She said, "No, he is a Buddhist Monk."
"Ohh that's interesting, I've never met a Buddhist before," I said.
"Anyways, i gotta water the plants now, you just take some rest, my father will be back any minute," she said.
I said, "I am feeling alright, I would love to take a look around."
She said,"Ok ,but don't stroll too far,your wounds are not completely healed, you shouldn't walk."
I said,"I'll be all right."

Outside the hut there was a small farm on a lake. It was a beautiful farm and a beautiful lake. The farm had cornfields and grain fields and hay fields, heavily wooded areas, a gravel pit and swamps. The lake was neither too large nor too small, crystal clear and full of fish. It was a beautiful sight. There were different variety birds on the lake. It was like a fairy-tale place and it was really worthwhile just to sit and experience the beautiful scenery.



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The Trip - Part 3 (That Fucking idiot))

I was stunned during the whole incident. There was nothing I could do to help him.Then one of the gangsters shouted something in Italian and then they left the bar. I looked at Barry's face. I asked him whether he was all right. I asked him who were these guys and what were they here for? Barry wiped the blood off his face, grinned at me and said, "I don't think I can drive after all this, would you mind dropping me at my place? I will tell you everything about this during our ride,what do you say?" I reluctantly agreed as I nodded and said yes. I knew I shouldn't go with him, but something inside me forced me to go with him. We came out of the motel. He gave me the keys and walked with me to show where his car was parked. It was a brand new black 1956 convertible with white leather seats. I stared at the car with awe and i said,"where the fuck did you get the money for this?" He said,"You ask too many questions lad, I'll answer your every question during our ride,Now hop in." So i went inside the car,turned the ignition on and said, "Where to go Barry?"He said,"Just drive, take me away from this place first." I said that I needed to know where were we going.He said ,"my place ,its about 25 miles away from here, its located up the hill from the main road in West End. Now just fucking drive." So we hit the road, leaving the motel in our dust.

Just after 10 minutes of driving, it started raining heavily. In fact, this was probably the heaviest rain I had ever seen in my life. I was thrilled to see the heavy rain with combination of lightnings, thunders and wind. But it was a dangerous weather to drive. I pulled over the car realizing that this could get dangerous once I hit the highway.Barry shouted,"what the fuck are you doing, don't pull over, keep on driving." Then I said,"what the fuck are you saying, are you out of your fucking mind? Driving in this weather would be just like committing a fucking suicide."After hearing that he grinned at me and took out his gun." I was shocked to see what was happening, he pointed it at me and said, "look lad I like you,don't make me do this please, keep on driving lad."I knew that I made a big mistake by coming with him. I said, "Whoa, Whoa ,Whoa!!!, Just take it easy man, take it easy, put the piece away, I am driving." He said that he would not hesitate to blow my fucking head off and that i just needed to keep on driving.

It was raining too hard to see anything. I was driving at 20 miles per hour.I guessed Barry didn't like it.He looked at me with anger and said, "You really want me to pull this fucking trigger lad,what are you driving a fucking bullock cart now? Raise the speed of the fucking car, this car is made for driving with lots of verve, don't be a sissy, act like a man." I was beginning to lose my temper.I said ,"what the fuck do you want from me, you are gonna get both of us killed, you crazy fuck." He told me to shut the fuck up and he said that he would kill me if I didn't follow his orders.

Nothing could be clearly seen. Loud thunder roared as thick drops of rain fell on the ground.The speed was now 80 miles per hour. I knew i was gonna die If I kept driving at that speed. I was thinking to get rid of that asshole.All of a sudden a deer came in front of the car. I couldn't see anything clearly.While trying to save it, the car went out of control,skidded about 600 feet, became airborne, rolled several times, and hit a tree five feet about ground. It then continued past the tree and landed upside down in a ditch.The accident instantly killed Barry, scattering his body on the roadside. I was quite sure that i was gonna die, but as I opened my eyes, reality sank in, and I realized I was alive. Everything became quiet around me. I felt the warm blood as it dripped down my cheek. I wiggled my fingers and toes to see how badly I was hurt. Realizing that I was upside down, I fumbled to unlock my seat-belt. As it unlatched, my body fell down and rested in amongst the pieces of glass and debris. I screamed out in pain, as I slowly crawled my way out of the car. As I stood to my feet, the smell of burning oil encircled the area. There were flames coming from the engine. I realized it was just a matter of time before it was going to explode....

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The Trip - Part 2(A motel named desire)

I continued my journey blindly, taking myself where my feet led me.This very long and unexpected walk actually led me close to a motel named Desire with a tag line "Whatever you are craving for , we have it all ;). Quench your thirst here. "After reading the name and tag line of the motel the first thought that came to my mind was - "what the fuck kind of motel is it?" A motel named desire in the midst of nowhere,so i hesitated a little bit..:| but I had no choice,I was exhausted from all-day walking and it was dark and dangerous out there, so I decided to spend the night in the motel..The motel looked dirty from the outside, so I went in, no one was at the desk so I walked down the hall to see what the rooms looked like.The hallway and rooms were dirty and the carpet and rest of the motel looked like it had not been updated since the seventies.

I entered the bar of the motel,the bar was almost underground;it had a low ceiling and was lighted by six sooty lanterns.I sat on one of the bar chairs.I ordered one cranberry juice.There was a guy sitting beside me in the bar.He had a bushy mustache and he was wearing loafers,a western shirt and a pair of jeans.The moment i ordered cranberry juice,he turned his face towards me , he looked at me with a smirk and asked,"it's a natural diuretic. My girlfriend drinks it when she's got her period. What, do you got your period?" I was like, "what the fuck,i have seen 'The Departed' too."The guy must have been a big fan of the movie.I could have grabbed the empty glass and smashed it on to his head just like the way leonardo did it in the movie,but I suddenly realized the situation i was in.I did not lose my cool and besides the man looked dangerous and he had a gun.So i chuckled and said, " Easy there cowboy!!! I have seen The Departed too,I really don't want any trouble here,just let me enjoy my cranberry juice and both of us will be happy".He smiled and said,"so you are not gonna smash this glass on my head?"I said,"NO sir, I am a Pacifist."After hearing that he laughed and said,"A Fucking Pacifist;" and he laughed, and laughed. He took and he shook my hand, but he laughed till tears came into his eyes.I said to myself "What in the hell is wrong with this guy ,""what the fuck was so funny?"It really freaked me out.He looked like a psycho to me.I looked at him with a surprised stare. I asked him about his fascination with the movie"The Departed."Suddenly his smile freezed, his face turned pale and tears began to roll down his eyes.I wondered, what made him cry?Then he said that "The departed" was the last movie he saw with his wife and that she died in an accident and that he would never be able to watch any movie with her again. And then he burst in to tears. I said, "hey, I’m really sorry to hear it,’ and I tried to console him as much as I could. After some time he calmed down and returned to his normal manner of speech. He offered me a cigarette,I told him that I didn't smoke.He told me that his name was Barry Bonds. He said that he used to be a lawyer, and that he retired in 2001.

At that time three men entered into the bar.They looked like mobsters - clad in leather jackets, with closely cropped hair and rude manners. One of them had a gun.I had a keen interest in ammunition.I figured out the gun carried by him was a Desert Eagle .50 cal. Then these men came where we were sitting.One of them grabbed Barry Bond's head and smashed it on the table.The blood started to flow from his forehead down his face.Then one of them grabbed his hair and said, "Today is the last day cowboy,if you don't cough up the money you owe us by tomorrow morning ,We'll cut off your fucking johnson! "At first I didn't understand what they meant by Johnson but then I realized that these men were threatening castration.

So, here I was sitting in some goddamn bar, with some goddamn freak, who owed some money to some goddamn mobsters,who were threatening castration....

To be continued.....