Patchwork

1

Blood was dripping down his cheeks slowly covering the jovial smile on his face. It took him some time to prepare for it and now his work was complete.

Kevin was born in a Kurd Village as Kekan Moradi. He was adopted by Anna and James Goodwill at the young age of eighteen months. Raised in west Los Angeles in a house with pool and surrounded by palm trees he had no knowledge of his biological parents. Not that he ever cared.

James Goodwill was a plastic surgeon and boy, was he busy. He had many of the Hollywood A-listers as his recurring patients. Some of the names were really big. A former failed boxer and award nominated actor, 2 time Oscar nominee actress with a massive inferiority complex (thinning blond hair at 50 didn’t help), recent sex change director and many, many others. He was raised an orphan himself. He didn’t have as much luck as his adopted son. He ended up in an orphanage and never really got adopted. He went to live with foster parents once. He landed with a couple of alcoholics who abused him constantly.  That was the first time in his life when he stood up for himself. He was 10 and after another beating he went to the kitchen and pulled out a filleting knife. He stabbed the drunken bastard in his back and ran away. It was never really reported, but he had to go back to the orphanage once they caught him. That was when he promised himself that he will become somebody, not just anybody. He earned his first money as a delivery boy for a pizza place. He lived under a bridge at 18, putting money away for college. He was doing three shifts a day eventually: paper boy in the early morning, pizza delivery boy during the day and a male prostitute at night. He eventually got lucky and one of his patrons spared him a room in his mansion. He lived there for another two years and eventually got admitted to a medical college with the help of his much older, yet very connected boyfriend. During his studies he still lived with George – his sponsor, but the day of his graduation, he moved out. He amassed a small fortune as for someone in his twenties who never had a taxed job. He managed to get a job in one the local clinics.

James now an own a small clinic in Anaheim called Immortalis, he also had a 23-year-old receptionist/lover called Keisha. He didn’t even know her surname. As one can imagine he was often working long hours, nights even…

Anna, was his trophy wife, a Hollywood beauty: blond, dumb and plastic. She had everything done. Breast implants, buttock implants, lips, you name it. She was raised in a trailer park in Wisconsin and always dreamed of a Hollywood career. As cliché as it was, she moved to California at the age of 17 and started waitering in a small diner in Garden Grove, LA. She came unnoticed for nearly two years (not counting numerous dates with ‘fake agents’). One hot summer morning in 1991 she poured a coffee all over James’s khaki pants. He was a tall and thin, sort of Where’s Wally lookalike. He was also in his thirties and tired paying for sex. The lightning struck and they got married three months later.

James and Anna Goodwill couldn’t have children of their own. In 1999 they eventually decided to adopt.  James decided. Anna couldn’t care less, but if that what the goose that laid golden eggs wanted, fair enough. James was not a very religious man, yet he believed in karma. He wanted to give something back to the world that enabled him to have 5 million dollars in his account. He decided that they’ll adopt an orphan from a war ridden part of the world. Give someone a chance that otherwise he wouldn’t have.

Kevin was one of three kids proposed by the consultant. James quickly picked him over a small Chechen and Serb. Kevin grew up surrounded by everything a small boy could have dreamed off. Newest toys, game consoles, bikes, exotic holidays. At one stage he had a PlayStation, Xbox and a Nintendo console, some of his friends didn’t even have one. The house was always full of kids. All of Kevin’s classmates wanted to befriend him. No girls though. The pool, the money, the house – it didn’t matter. Kevin had no luck with girls. None ever looked at him. It was horribly daunting, in the land of pussy – California, rich boy like him should have had no problem getting some. Not him. They tanned blondes always laughed behind his back. He couldn’t stand that. He tried to ask some of them out. They all laughed him off. All of his classmates had their first time already and he was still a virgin; an 18-year-old virgin in California. You couldn’t make that up.

Goodwills had a housekeeper Karla, supposedly from Ecuador. The president probably wouldn’t be happy with her as she did not pay any taxes.

She was Kevin’s first woman. Kevin was just changing in his bedroom when Karla walked in. He was meant to be in college but felt a bit sick and stayed home. Nobody gave a fuck. Karla walked just as he was trying to change into fresh boxer shorts. She was a very good looking woman. Long, curly black hair surrounded her round face. Massive breasts were protruding out of her bright yellow blouse. Kevin often thought of her in those late night moments, when his folks thought he was asleep.

That day his secret dreams came through, she approached him with the catlike agility, which she always happened to produce around the house. He grabbed her from behind and forced her onto himself. They lied on his bed for the next half an hour after, silently looking into each other eyes. Since then, they had sex every Friday morning, as James always left early that day and Anna loved her early morning Friday Martinis.

2

This day was somehow different.  Karla felt really distant. She clearly wasn’t herself. It was June 2019, Kevin just turned 20. As every Friday morning around 9:00 James was at work, Anna was having her second Martini upstairs and Kevin just had sex with Karla.

‘You know your mum fucks the pool boy?’ Karla wasn’t wasting anytime. No lying in bed and staring in her eyes now, she seemed to have waited for this moment for a while. Kevin didn’t seem surprised. ‘I know, I saw them once, she thought I was in college, but stayed behind as usual on Friday. I don’t care.’

Karla frowned; it was time for the heavy artillery. ‘She’s a bitch and your father is a motherfucker!’ Kevin found this hilarious; he couldn’t contain himself and burst out laughing. ‘Well he is fucking my mother at the end of the day.’ Another burst of laugh. Karla was really pissed off now. ‘He raped me once!’ Now Kevin’s eyes grew wider and the laughter end abruptly. ‘What did you say?’ Karla suddenly went quiet. ‘What the fuck did you say?’ His voice was calm now, yet very strong. Suddenly he hit her. Not a strong slap, just enough for her to fall on her side. Karla hissed. She seemed smaller now. ‘I said he raped me, fucked me like a prostitute he picks up on the boulevard every weekend.’ Kevin did not reply. He took her by hand and walked her out of the room. He needed to be alone. He had to think this through. Was it true that his father possessed the only girl he ever been with? He couldn’t even give him that? This was some serious shit and required a deeper thought. He despised his father and mother as it was. They were like fucking bricks. No emotions. James was at least smart. Anna was dumb enough fucking the pool boy in the house with Karla and their gardener constantly present. He didn’t think his father was even fucking Anna anymore.

If Karla’s revelation was true, he had to do something about it. He couldn’t bear the thought of James raping his woman again.

3

The night was quiet and dark. Not a single star in the sky. It is going to be a cloudy day tomorrow, Kevin thought. He was dark as well, inside and out. He had dark thoughts for the last three months. Since Karla told him about the rape he could not see clear. He lost about 5 kilos, which actually wasn’t a bad thing. But he stopped having sex with Karla all together. It was his decision; she was still there, available whenever he wanted. But he couldn’t. He just didn’t get aroused anymore. The tough of his father possessing his girl was overwhelming.

He was standing in front of a cinema in San Bernardino. He just bought a ticket for a new horror movie. He just needed the ticket. His car had no GPS tracking as far as he knew. He took Karla with him as an alibi. She was in the car waiting. He looked at the dark sky, for a second or two he thought he saw ruins of a city, bombed city. The vision passed quickly, he got back in the car. The rain started drumming on the roof. Karla smiled, it made him happy. She was awfully quiet recently.

I took him about an hour to get back home. He parked at a quiet cul de sac, about ten minutes’ walk from his family home. He asked Karla to help him; he could use an extra pair of hands.

The light in the study was on, but he took the back door and quickly run upstairs to rid of his mother first.

Blood was dripping down his cheeks… The filleting knife was great, went in very deep. Anna didn’t even wake up. That was sort of saddening; the silly bitch didn’t even know what struck her. Next was the father. Kevin walked down slowly, he was sure his dad would be two whiskeys in already, probably working on another paper on liposuction. Doors creaked lightly.

‘Kevin what are you doing here?’ James seemed surprised but not alarmed, not yet. Kevin pulled the Ruger sr9 from his under arm holster. Andrew Leota bought it for him two months ago. Andrew was his friend dating back to primary school. He was always a bit shady, which suited Kevin perfectly this time. Andrew said he used a fake ID and bought it in somewhere in Arizona; seemed good enough. Andrew used to tell Kevin stories of debt collecting which was apparently his game. He said, once he forced a fellow to eat his own shit in front of him. Poor bastard apparently couldn’t contain himself when he saw the chainsaw running and defecated. Andre said this was disgusting and made him clean it up the best way possible.

Kevin wasn’t sure if he believed him, Andre was a bit of a riddle, but since he produced the gun, it didn’t matter anymore.

James rose rapidly from his chair tipping over a half empty crystal glass; a fair bit of golden liquid soaked the Turkish rug. He noticed Karla leaning against the door frame next to Kevin.

‘Kevin, be reasonable, this is madness. Look at the …’

James never had the chance to finish the sentence. Bullets entered his body at four locations. The blood was spurting from his neck and dripping slowly from the three chest wounds. Kevin wanted to be sure, so he approached the now kneeling dad and put another one in his forehead. James’s head twitched and he landed on his back. Kevin turned to Karla; he saw panic in her eyes.

‘You didn’t use the silencer! Why the fuck didn’t you use the silencer!’ She hissed at him. He knew he had to be quick. Kevin grabbed her by the neck, pressed the Ruger hard against her temple and fired. The bullet went through and got lodged into the door frame.  He wiped the gun clean, never too sure, and placed it in Karla’s dead palm.

4

He saw the police sirens from afar. It was close to 1am now and he was coming back home from the cinema in Burbank. He had to be on his highest game now. No excuses. He sped up to the police line do not cross tape and jumped out of his car. All clothes changed, hands bleached and washed. He wore gloves but didn’t want even a trace of powder residue. He watched all of the true crime series on Netflix with Karla.

Kevin ran towards the line and got stopped by a heavy looking cop. ‘Kevin, are you Kevin Goodwill?’ The cop seemed suspicious. ‘Yes, what happened, are my parents all right?’ The cop mumbled something inaudible into his communicator. Two detectives in plain clothes appeared from inside the house. ‘Kevin, your parents are dead, we need to take you to the station.’ Kevin screamed, and tried to break out of the cop’s grip, to no avail.

The station was very different to what the imagined; very clean and bright. No running, everybody seemed really calm.

He sat in the interrogation room with a cup of strong, black coffee.

Detective Bednarski was sitting in front of him and surely another one or two behind the one-way mirror. There was also a visibly armed cop standing by the door. Bednarski asked him to leave the room, and he reluctantly obliged.

Kevin felt excited. Everything was prepared really nice and has gone smooth. Only a couple more chats with the cops and some court appearances and he could start enjoying the inheritance.

‘So Kevin, you have gone to the cinema.’ More statement than question, the ticket was there in a plastic bag in front of the detective. ‘Just by yourself?’

Kevin felt empowered now, ‘Yes sir, the film just came out yesterday and I couldn’t wait.’ He made sure his voice was trembling.

Bednarski must have been tired, it was 9am now. He got a cigarette pack out and offered one to Kevin. He grabbed it eagerly. He must have looked like an addict grabbing a syringe from his long-not-seen dealer. Kevin wanted to look as if he needed that nicotine shot, and actually did. He didn’t smoke regularly but it seemed appropriate now. Bednarski pulled out a Zippo and lit both cigarettes.

‘Did your parents have any enemies, Kevin, anyone from the top of your head?’

He told the detective that his father was a very intelligent and mostly respected figure in his medical world, but also very stubborn. He also mentioned his mother’s affair. How traumatised he was when he saw his mother with the pool boy.

Kevin waited for Bednarski to ask about Karla, but oddly there was no mention. They told him his parents have been shot, but no one mentioned her.

 ‘Detective, actually there is one more person in the household that could have had something to do with it; Karla, our housekeeper. She hated my father she told me. Apparently he molested her.’

Bednarski hesitated for a few seconds.

‘Do you remembered how she was dressed Kevin, that day?’ Kevin thought the question was odd but obliged.

‘When I left she was in the kitchen preparing supper, she wore a red polka dot dress and a matching head scarf’.

Bednarski looked at him for a whole minute without a word. He got up and left the room still silent. Kevin looked at the recording device in the back of the room. He was happy to talk without a lawyer. He was in no trouble. Everything was prepared perfectly, now he mentioned Karla, Bednarski will surely figure out she killed the parents then shoot herself.

Detective came back few minutes later, a manila envelope landed on the table. Bednarski pulled some pictures out. ‘Is she in these pictures Kevin?’

Kevin was surprised to be handed over the pictures, but the bodies of his parents weren’t there. About ten pictures inside and the last two had Karla lying on the floor with her bullet hole visible in her left temple. Kevin squeaked, trying to be very convincing he pointed at the picture and started crying ‘It’s her detective!’.

Bednarski slowly grabbed the mentioned picture. It showed a perfectly polished wooden floor, no sign of blood, just a small crime scene indicator with number 6 printed on it. It was placed on the floor next to a deflated rubber sex doll dressed in a red polka dot dress.

THE END