Someone was trying to break and enter , I thought it was next door, but then I realized it was my door. I could see him on the other side desperately trying to force his way in , while my mother stood inside, half naked ,and strained to keep him out with her back against the door which opened and gnarled fingers crept in through the side and I cried out in terror asking mamma to run, but she couldn’t , and the hand reached round and grabbed her arm and tore it from her shoulder. The man looked like Adrian, but I knew it wasn’t, because he was screaming in my native language. Then the door flung open and bright light flooded the room and hurt my eyes , I put my arm across my eyes and opened it, now fully awake and sweating.
My eyes adjusted to the light and just in time to catch a robe cascading down my wife's naked ass.
“Darren”! ……… Su said wide eyed ,giggled and ran out.
“Trohokada mainmon”……. tway mon christe’……..I’ll kick this door down, fucking ass hole. Merde". Oh! Darren, the serial fucker.
I was totally concious now .It was three ,a cold ,cold early morning, and the announcement of his arrival at my door had woken up the neighbourhood and lights streamed out through window curtains, some parting to investigate the unearthly intrusion at the dead of the night and had set off a recurring dream from a childhood trauma.. As a small boy ,with a bat I had beaten a sparrow trapped in a small dark room next to the bath to death and mamma heard the noise and banged the door open to see me pulling it’s wings apart. She was looking in from behind the door , her wet naked top half dripping water and saw me and cursed me for my unkindness and said someday her hands would be pulled apart in a similar act of cruelty and she would die like the bird. I had cried sitting at the bathroom door and begged her not to die, mamma wouldn’t listen and said god treated us the way we treated his other creations and each one of us will have to pay for our misdeeds.
The dream recurred, only the setting changed and I would be unable to warn my mother though I could sense the imminent attack, my words would not carry and had to wait to get over it by waking up in a sweat.
By the time I reached the door, they were on the floor, and on seeing us running towards him, he shrugged my younger son off his back, leapt up and held my wife in a bear hug. I could see her ample bust flattening against his chest and he kissed her all over the face , making satisfied uuumms as if she was his wife. He kissed women without invitation, even a dog ,as long as it was a female.
My younger son had sensed him earlier and opened the door for him and was going through their WWF routine ,wrestling on the floor when we arrived to disturb their romp and Darren stood up to concentrate on his mission of trying to own my wife. He had come with heavy baggage, three of which were his immediate family, coat racks with painted lips. The biggest lip twirled and made apologetic shapes trying to atone for her husband’s animal behaviour and came over and planted a kiss on my cheek. I put an arm round her waist, waiting for Darren to finish with Su and run through the dogs, which he did and got up, put his nose close to mine, said fuck off and headed for the first bedroom, which was mine and crashed for eternity. Ammanie tried to explain, but Su put her at ease, had their luggage hauled and her kids sent up to the guest bedrooms.
Ammanie sat with us and we talked for a few minutes and broke for the night and I waited for the real life nightmare to begin.
