11-04-2014, 07:00 PM
The three other girls took the pills without question. It was the one who had crossed herself that was refusing. She thought it was murder, no matter if the child born to her was a monster conceived in rape. She started crying as Jacinda put the gun to her head.
Ricky didn't have a lot of time to think. He understood Jacinda's reasoning. It wasn't the act of having her take the pills that bothered him. It was the gun to her head. The terror she was inflicting on the poor girl. She needed to be consoled, not subjected to more of this.
"She's scared enough Jacinda, she doesn't need this."
he said in English, moving forward and pushing the gun away. He could feel the woman resisting him.
Jacinda fixed him with a glare and pushed the gun back. "Don't touch my gun again or it goes off."
She looked at him harshly. "I'm not going to stand here arguing about it. The timer has been set and the explosion is about to bring everyone down here."
She looked back the direction they'd initially driven then back at him. "If these girls are pregnant there's a good chance they will grow up to be rougs. I wont allow that."
She looked at the girl. "Drink and you can go home."
The look in her eyes was deadly serious.
Ricky was conflicted. He knew the risks, and again it was the method more than anything that bothered him. He shook his head. She was right, but if she was then why did it feel so wrong. Ricky sighed and spoke to the woman telling her that it was necessary she take the pill.
The girl crossed herself again and Ricky heard her whisper the words, "Dios me perdona."
Then she took the pill.
They loaded up the van and Ricky remained silent getting in. He started the car and drove away. He remained silent for a few moments before speaking again in English. "Speak in English please, I don't want them to understand us. I understand the why but not the means. That's why I'm bothered. Will you please explain because I'm a little bit upset right now?"
Upset was the best word to describe how he felt. He wasn't sure if it was anger or sadness or some combination of both.
Edited by Enrique, Nov 4 2014, 07:01 PM.
Ricky didn't have a lot of time to think. He understood Jacinda's reasoning. It wasn't the act of having her take the pills that bothered him. It was the gun to her head. The terror she was inflicting on the poor girl. She needed to be consoled, not subjected to more of this.
"She's scared enough Jacinda, she doesn't need this."
he said in English, moving forward and pushing the gun away. He could feel the woman resisting him.
Jacinda fixed him with a glare and pushed the gun back. "Don't touch my gun again or it goes off."
She looked at him harshly. "I'm not going to stand here arguing about it. The timer has been set and the explosion is about to bring everyone down here."
She looked back the direction they'd initially driven then back at him. "If these girls are pregnant there's a good chance they will grow up to be rougs. I wont allow that."
She looked at the girl. "Drink and you can go home."
The look in her eyes was deadly serious.
Ricky was conflicted. He knew the risks, and again it was the method more than anything that bothered him. He shook his head. She was right, but if she was then why did it feel so wrong. Ricky sighed and spoke to the woman telling her that it was necessary she take the pill.
The girl crossed herself again and Ricky heard her whisper the words, "Dios me perdona."
Then she took the pill.
They loaded up the van and Ricky remained silent getting in. He started the car and drove away. He remained silent for a few moments before speaking again in English. "Speak in English please, I don't want them to understand us. I understand the why but not the means. That's why I'm bothered. Will you please explain because I'm a little bit upset right now?"
Upset was the best word to describe how he felt. He wasn't sure if it was anger or sadness or some combination of both.
Edited by Enrique, Nov 4 2014, 07:01 PM.