Chapter 7

Recognising his car, Hector pulled up several cars further down the car park, leaving us with a good view of his. At eight-fifteen, he appeared upbeat as he wished a mate good night. Hector and Carlos quietly got out and crept around to his, and as soon as he opened the door to get in, Carlos slammed the door against his arm with such ferocity you could hear the crack as the bone broke.

Hector whacked his other arm with a baseball bat, also breaking his arm, and as he slumped to the ground, Carlos gave him a hard right to his cheekbone; then the two brothers raced back to the car, got in, and we moved away. Waiting for the police and ambulance to arrive, and when they did, we left and went home.

Once back at Hector’s place, we high-fived each other, knowing we had given him his medicine for raping me. Later that night, I was in bed with Carlos, who, like his brother, treated me with respect and brought me to climax so many times I lost count.

On Sunday afternoon, Hector drove me to Mum’s place so I could get more clothes and on entering the house. “Oh, what’s that foul smell that’s blown in? Oh, that’s right. It’s my cheap skanky slut of a daughter, flashing her cute cunt around to any boy who cares to stick his dick in her.”

There was no love between Mum and me anymore. I’d lost the last bit of respect for her when she didn’t believe Dipstick had raped me.

“Yeah, I love you too, Mum.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?”

“Come to get more clothes, that’s all. And where’s Dipstick?”

“Don’t you dare insult my boyfriend like that, you cheap whore? Some bastard mugged him when he left the pub on Friday, and he’s in RPH (Royal Perth Hospital) with two broken arms and a fractured cheekbone. The useless fucking cops don’t have a clue about who did it, my poor love. It’s going to be weeks before he can work again. What am I going to do for money?”

“Sell your cunt as usual.”

“Fuck off. Get out and don’t come back, you insolent cheap little slut.”

I’d got the information I was looking for. All I had to do was visit Dipstick in the hospital.

“Hector, can we please go to RPH? I need to visit my mother’s boyfriend. And can you stand by the door when I’m in his room?”

“What you planning to do?”

“Scare the shit out of him.”

“Okay, you nasty girl.”

After enquiring at reception, I found out the room he was in and made my way to the ward. His arms were in a plaster cast, and I guffawed when I saw the hopeless position he was in.

“Fanny, why are you here? You’re the last person I expected to visit me.”

Hector was standing in the doorway, and with no windows in the room, it made my job easier. I went to the sink, put on a pair of those blue gloves the nurses wear, plus a few extras for later, and went to the side of the bed.

“Hey ... why the gloves? What the hell are you playing at?”

Without a word, I put my hand under the sheet, grabbed his balls, and yanked them hard, making him squeal like a stuck pig.

Then I got a plastic cup, lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down to my knees, peed in the cup and said, “Here Antonio, drink your medicine.”