Sixteen and behind the trigger

All around the world this day is one of the best days for any teenager and even better as you are turning sixteen. But she was rather wrath to see it since the past eight years of her life, this had been the most miserable day of all.
“Don’t allow anyone to touch your private parts, okay?” Mom had advised her when she was six but today she was turning and that say had been violated, she never knew that anyone could be the man who brought her to earth!
Don’t tell anyone,” He said it sharper. “Why not Dad?” Naomi had questioned. “It is a secret tradition between me and you!” Her Dad had explained. “Don’t tell your Mom or Greg…or anyone else, okay?” Naomi had only nodded.
Tears fell on the sixteen year old Naomi as she thought in her bedroom.
“Naomi!” Mom’s voice was on her door . Naomi quickly pushed the gun under pillow and wiped her tears off her face.
“Happy sweet sixteen ,honey!” Mom said giving her a great hug as soon as she opened the door . “Thank Mom!” She tried to smile. “I’m so sorry that I have to work on this special day- but Dad will be home!” Mom said the same words she said eight years ago. “What about Greg?” Naomi asked. “You know your brother. He is having this…okay, it’s a surprise!” Mom said . A beep on her phone sang which meant she had to go to her work office.
“See you later darling!” Mom kissed her forehead and left.
Naomi slowly shut door her again, she had to think!

Her phone rang, it was Peter. The only person who ever understood her but it was no so easy. Naomi thought as she answered her phone. “Happy birthday you!” Peter sang. Naomi couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks Pete!” She said . “So what are you doing on your sixteenth birthday?” Peter’s nerdy voice asked. Killing! Naomi wanted to say.
“Nothing, just chilling as always!” Naomi wished he didn’t tell. “That’s not fair…why don’t we catch a movie?” Peter asked .
“Um.” She thought. “Fetch me at 15pm” She said…with the police! She wanted to add.
“Okay , have a good one than.” Naomi couldn’t say another thank you so she hung up. She was not in the mood- this was not a good day, at all.
She look at her phone and thought that she was not going to handle another birthday call so she switched her phone off ad put it under her pillow. She saw it : The gun, the diary and the razors. That what mattered for her birthday. The diary to write her sad life. The razors to release the pain and the gun to…kill!
Who?

“Nao,” Another voice on her door called. That was exactly how she felt,incompete just ‘Nao” or ‘Omi’ because the piece of her was taken away eight years ago on this day!

It became harder to go to the door , but she budged her body opened . Her eyes meeting those Monster eyes ruptured her! If it was for her she would had taken the gun and killed him!
“Happy birthday!” A man said. No- Don’t call him Dad. Dads protect their families. They don’t take advantage of them !
Naomi only starred at him. “I brought you breakfast.” He said . Naomi took the tray. “Anything else?” She asked. “Not really…”
She banged the door on his face.
Breakfast?” Naomi cried. Breakfast will never complete her. She let the tray fall on the floor. She watch her cup break into pieces- just like her life. Nothing mattered now, not her bedroom. The room that she had shared nightmares with. The same room she had cut her whole right hand on her 13th birthday . She sat on her bed again. “Let’s do it!” She whispered. “You now sixteen.”She took out for razors . She budge her black hair off her face with a ribbon. She took out the fist razor, hey wait! She remembered the poem!
She took out her diary under her pillow. The page opened as she flipped the pages. She read it out loud, starting to sob:

I was only eight
He was twenty eight
When he made me
I was only eight
When he crashed me
How do I bare a sunrise”
To see the face I hate
He had moved on, it looks
I am stuck here, its true
I promise myself
Things will turn
He will go away
I will take him away
He is what I to envy to kill!

The poem was three pages but today she couldn’t finish it. It was too hard. Tears flood her green eyes. She took it back to her [pillow and brought the razors to her. She started with a deep cut on her hand. She felt a bit better…blood! She continued till she had sixteen cuts.
She cried out loud. The blood was allover her body. She looked around her bedroom, somehow it exasperated her. She had footsteps coming, “Go away!” She screamed. She than stood up. Her black jean was as bloody! She looked around the room.
On her right hand there was a notice board. It was full of pictures of her family with some of other people she knew and celebs. She wanted to toss them down and burn them into ashes but than she decided to look at them again and cry out load again!
Then her teeth began to gush anger…
She took her gun under her pillow.
“By how can I get it?”She had asked a colored guy she had met a year ago.
It will be R400 without bullets and R600 with bullets.”
He had said. R600 was not too much. She was going to make it in less than six months.
“R600.” She had agreed. “When do you want it?” The guy had asked .Naomi was on her school uniform, she remembered. It was Friday. “Before 13 May next year!”
“13 Meyi!” The man had screamed. “I would had sold it by than.”
“Okay, next month.” She said. She was going to make a plan. She turned away. “Why do you want it?” The guy had asked. “Nothing you have to know about!” She had left him.
And today, it was on her hand. She couldn’t bare the pain anymore ! He had to die!

She took a look at her watch over the door. Already 12pm,time had passed. Naomi realized. Her mom could be back 2pm. She only had about two hours or less to finish her business. She squeezed some of the blood on her hand and cried . She looked like a mess . Her heart was too wrath. She took her first step to the door with her gun. She opened the door. She could hear the sound of television on the living room. Her bedroom was last of everyone’s bedroom She walked slowly. Her toes made no noise. She passed Greg’s bedroom. No one was there. “He must be on his loony band down the street…on preparing that surprise mom had talked about!” Naomi told herself.
There was him- No, Don’t say Dad. She said to herself, call him the Monster with the capital letter M! He was watching T.V with a big bowl of pop corns and five beers. Naomi knew. She felt clumsy, getting terrified too. Her bloody arm kept pouring. Her hair was still wrapped. Suddenly she wanted to moan once again. She stepped back and allowed her teeth to gush.
“Come on- Get that goal!” The Monster shouted at the T.V ,Naomi rolled her eyes. He was shouting at the 2006 FIFA world cup games collection. It was already 2008.
The couch was facing forward so she had a chance to look and him . Naomi’s head began talking : What a pathetic thing. He had been doing this for the past nine years ago . Wake up for television, pop corn, beers and six years ago …have me too! If he dies I won’t have to see his cruel face on me!

After that short distribution of the Monster, she was disturbed.
“Holly-Molly –Naomi! Are you okay?”Monster asked after he turned his head to her. When Mom and Greg were away the two would never talk. He saw the blood allover her and came closer.
“STOP!” Naomi screamed. “Honey, are you okay?
“Don’t call me that- Don’t you ever call me that!” She cried. Suddenly Naomi was terrified. The gun on her black jean felt as heavy as the life in front of her. “Naomi, what’s wrong?” He asked leaving his beer behind.
“How could you ask me that?” She asked between her teeth. The Monster seemed confused. “What happened today…eight years ago?” Naomi asked as tears ran out of her cheeks. Monster went mute for seconds.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” She screamed. The Monster seemed terrified now.
“Naomi..” He commenced. “I’m sorry…”He hung on his football vest. He looked abashed and unknowing.
“Sorry?”
“How could you be sorry for killing me? How do you think the past eight years of my life had been…with your face to pass everyday and pretend to be okay- HOW COULD YOU MESS ME?”
She took out her gun!
“No!” He screamed. “Please listen to me-“He cried. It was unbelievable.
“Naomi, I know- That’s exactly how I feel. How could I do that to my own flesh…I,I was inferior Naomi. I had just lost my job and all I felt was worthless-I lost my mind and…”
“Stop it!”She moaned. She pointed her father with a gun.
“You are pathetic…think about Zama than look at me!” She said. Zama was their neighbor sixteen year old . A month ago her family had booked her a whole restaurant for her sweet sixteen birthday. Everyone at her school was going even Naomi was invited. She tried to go but it was too hard. Zama was just the opposite of her life. Only if Monster didn’t mess her life…

“Think of her and realize what I am to her…a midget, nothing more. That is all your fault ,that why you need to die!” She said. “Please Naomi, if you shoot me your whole life will be screwed. You still have a chance for a better life…at least call the police and I’ll confess!”
“You need to die ,you don’t deserve to be laid eyes on, you betrayed me, Greg and Mom…what did you do with the money you got…you drank it and bought pathetic things…!”
There was silence…
“If I don’t kill you…I’ll kill myself!” She suggested.
“You don’t have to do that!” Naomi began playing with the gun all around ,pointing it to herself and to him.
“Please put the gun down so we could talk right.” He begged.
“If you die- I’ll go to jail or wherever….you know what will be great? It just not seeing your cruel face. I don’t care I just need you dead!”
“Nao-“
“Don’t worry ,it will be three bullets but you killed me thirty times- Right I counted.” She said. Blood was around where she was standing. He knew the pain from her face.
Thirty times, he thought . “If I could turn back the…”
He started but there was disturbance. Mom’s car had arrived.
“Put the gun down, I’ll tell your Mom and go to the police myself.” He said. Naomi heard voices. It was Greg, Mom and some other people.
“What is your final word?”Naomi was scared. She was still playing with the gun to him and herself.
“Naomi I’m sorry Hun.”
The gun played faster on her hands and unknowingly the trigger was pulled!
“Naomi!” Mom screamed letting the birthday cake fall from her hands!