‘Why, that’s when I really get goin’,’ said Alexis.
Donnie put the phone down and ran to the truck where Duke was waiting.
When it was all over, Alexis sat on the edge of the bed.
‘You look sad, sweetheart,’ said Donnie. ‘Is it because—’
‘I love what I do,’ she said. ‘I make people happy. Men come to me because they want to be happy. I give them that, they walk away on a cloud.’ She stopped. ‘You look like you don’t get it.’
‘I get it,’ said Donnie.
‘You’re a sweet guy,’ she said.
‘Let me take you for a drive.’
‘Where?’ said Alexis.
‘You go to your prom?’ he asked.
‘What?’ she said. ‘No, I did not. Was long gone at prom time.’
‘Well, why not come on a little prom date with me?’ said Donnie.
She searched his eyes for danger and saw just honesty.
‘In the afternoon? What the hell,’ she said. ‘It’s never too late.’
One hour later, Alexis found herself naked from the waist up, her skirt blowing in the breeze.
‘What’s your real name?’ roared Duke, grabbing her by the hair and shaking her. She screamed.
‘I said, What’s. Your. Real. Name.’ He pulled her backwards and she twisted her body to take the weight off her hair. He shook her again.
‘Janet,’ she said.
‘Janet WHAT?’ he roared.
‘Janet Bell,’ she said, whimpering.
‘Well, it’s goodbye Janet Bell…’ He stopped. ‘In fact, it’s goodbye Janet Bell, hello no-one! It’s goodbye Janet Bell and it’s goodbye Alexis, the trampy little whore with the dumb name. It’s goodbye all of you!’
He released her hair, then turned her away from him, kicking her, sending her stumbling onto the hard earth. She was too weak to move, her head hanging listlessly.
‘Run, little lady, run,’ said Duke. ‘Go on, Donnie, chase her down!’
Donnie ran, while Duke pulled a three-blade arrow from his pack, raising his bow to shoulder height, then squeezing shut his left eye.
Alexis turned to him, confused, then screamed when she saw what he was doing. She fell back, then pushed herself up from the ground, now desperate to stay alive, desperate to run. Donnie was right behind her. She staggered away from him until the first arrow hit, piercing her left kidney.
‘Ten points,’ shouted Duke, laughing at Donnie.
As she went down, the second arrow flew wide, missing her by an inch.
‘Damn,’ said Duke, running towards her. ‘Damn.’ He stood over her with Donnie, listening to her shallow breath.
‘Make it go away,’ she whispered through chattering teeth. ‘Make it stop.’ She looked towards Donnie. He was standing there, mesmerised.
‘OK,’ said Duke as he turned her on her stomach, slid the knife under her for the first cut and pressed down hard.
When he was finished, he got up and walked to the truck, pulling two shovels from under the tarpaulin, throwing one to Donnie. He went back to where Alexis lay, face down in the dirt. He kicked her bloodied ribs and smiled.
He walked over to a tree nearby and struck the hard earth with his shovel. ‘Damn this! Donnie, get the hell over here.’
They dug until sweat soaked their shirts and a shallow grave opened up before them. Duke grabbed Alexis’ wrists and slid her across the ground into the hole, pebbles hopping up around her. They covered her with earth, then branches and leaves. Donnie sat in the truck. Duke stood solemnly over the grave and clasped his hands.
‘Goodbye, Alexis,’ he said and walked away smiling, humming the theme tune to
Donnie was sitting at the bar in the Amazon, his hands wrapped around his fifth bottle of Busch.
‘Look at your eyes, boy, one playin’ pool, the other keepin’ the score,’ said Jake, the barman.
‘How can I look at my own eyes?’ said Donnie.
‘Such a shame your daddy didn’t whip that smart mouth offa you,’ said Jake, shaking his head.
‘Nothin’ wrong with my eyes, anyways,’ said Donnie, nodding towards the girls twisted high and low around poles on the low platform in front of them.
One of the dancers strode across the floor, her eyes blazing.
‘You wanna raise that goddamn stage, Jake,’ she said, stabbing the air with her spiky finger. ‘I can’t work with those truckers pawin’ me all night. I’m about three inches higher than ’em. How in the hell’s that gonna stop their roamin’ hands?’
‘Wouldn’t mind roamin’ all over those titties of yours,’ said Donnie, sitting up on the stool. His foot slipped off the metal bar and he swayed backwards, grabbing out at her to keep his balance. She batted his hand away.
‘Go fuck yourself, Donnie Riggs, like I said before. She turned to Jake. ‘Two things always to say to Donnie. Fuck and you.’
Jake laughed.
‘They real?’ asked Donnie, pointing at her breasts.
‘When I’m naked,’ she said slowly. ‘And I’m looking in the mirror, touching them, they’re very, very real. Soft, the way they should be. One hundred per cent all-American. But for you, honey, they’ll never be real, they’ll only ever be in your fucking dreams.’ She tapped her nails on the bar to get Jake’s attention.
‘You can’t make a man’s dick hard like that, then leave him hangin’,’ said Donnie, throwing his hands up.
Jake ignored him and spoke to the girl. ‘Stage stays the way it is, sugar. Maybe you should look into gettin’ yourself some higher heels.’
She glared at him and walked away.
‘You’re hot for me,’ Donnie yelled after her.
Without turning her head and with her dancer’s grace, she raised her elbow into the air, followed by her middle finger.
‘Man, she even makes that look sexy,’ whined Donnie.
Jake started to sing, ‘I learnt the truth at seventeen…’
Donnie threw a beer mat at him. ‘I’m nearly eighteen,’ he said.
‘And whatcha gonna do then, boy?’ laughed Jake, ‘vote her up the ass?’
The door to the bar opened and Duke walked in, taking a seat beside Donnie.
‘Two Buschs, Jake,’ he said.
‘Hey, Duke,’ said Donnie. ‘Jake here’s been givin’ me a hard time.’
‘No surprises there.’
‘I need to talk to you,’ said Duke.
‘’Bout what?’ said Donnie.
‘Stuff,’ said Duke. ‘Drink that back and let’s go.’ He glanced over at the dancers and saw someone wave. He squinted into the spotlight and realised it was one of his mother’s old friends. He slammed down his bottle and left.
Duke drove along the road to Donnie’s house.
‘’Member what I was saying before?’ said Duke. ‘Donnie? Donnie?’ he said, shaking him. ‘You awake?’
‘Let me sleep,’ slurred Donnie. Duke punched him in the face.
Donnie sprang up.
‘Jesus Christ, what the hell was that for?’ he asked, his anger calmed only by the menace in Duke’s eyes.
‘I was talkin’ to you,’ growled Duke.
