The Butchered Tale of Lola Lopez and Douglas pt. 1

A Brief introduction of Miss Lola

Many considered Lola Lopez the hottest girl in town. Her being a cheerleader by day and a stripper by night was common knowledge to every folk and it wasn't a big deal anymore. It was before, but people fairly understood that Lola wasn't capable of doing anything, not even serve coffee in a local diner. Her spilling breasts are always a distraction. Every clothing she wore seemed to lack threads, buttons, and yes, cloth in general. They judged her of having a pea-sized brain and that the only thing she could do was shake her booty all day and night long which wasn't bad at all, since every town needed some sort of an eye candy like her.

She wasn't Jewish but she wore a necklace with the Star of David. She had a tattoo of Super Mario on her right bicep and wore the usual cheerleader outfit: red with yellow and black stripes. Unlike normal pretty girls in campus, she wasn't envied partly because her whole being was needed to exist, like water, like rain, like mercy from heaven's gate.

Nobody knew where Lola came from. All they knew was that Lola has pure Spanish blood running through her veins and that she had a funny accent that never changed although she had lived in an American community since she was a child. Somebody claimed that Lola was left by a travelling carnival because she refused to do cartwheels and hoola-hoops (again, the only thing she was good at). Aside from her irresistible looks, her dark long lashes, her pouty red lips and her perfect body to die for, she was a weight in the group because she couldn’t do anything productive and she wolfs down food like a construction worker after a long day's work.

Though Lola earns a fair amount of money, she lived off with bargain groceries in wal-mart, lived in a trailer, couldn't buy dog shampoo for her stinking dog Cinderella (which was a male), and was contented in hitch-hiking to get across the county and back. A barista whom she used to date confessed that it was because Lola loved to smoke pot and alcohol was her best friend. She could make the manufacturer of a beer rich even if she would be its only customer for she drinks 12-16 bottles a day, which she claimed good for her body as she heard a doctor said to drink the same amount of water a day. Nobody knew why she never got a beer belly. Some jealous bikers with bulging tummies asked, and she answered them with pride. "I am anorexic!" People of hearing distance just rolled their eyes for it is aforementioned that she eats more than an average male does. Nobody can understand Lola, some tried and they ended up trapped inside their heads, their bodies in asylums.


Where the story began

After dancing naked inside a life-sized cocktail glass filled with pink liquid, Lola walked towards Kilometer 87 to wait for a ride. When she couldn't get a ride for an hour, because it was already fifteen minutes past three in the morning, she took off her high-heeled sandals and walked but immediately slipped them back on and removed her skirt. That way, she thought, someone would take notice of her and give her a ride. Although she was cold and her feet were full of blisters, she walked on like a model, brandishing herself on the concrete road she imagined to be an international runway.

After the fourth time she fell down, which was after her tenth step, she gave up and sat down the concrete road. In front of her was an old closed down gasoline station. She took great joy in watching the stars, completely ignoring a suspicious man walking around the dark establishment. To amuse herself, she played a game of finding objects in the sky. She has never done it during the day, which was what normal people do; finding shapes of things in the clouds. Instead, she had fun doing it on the stars. After what seemed like ages, she saw something unusual. A baby.

Not in the dark night sky of course, that would be impossible.

She watched a suspicious man carry the baby around the gasoline station. He laid the baby down and removed his pants. The lights over the unusual two flickered as she watched with great concern and curiosity. But since she had a very short attention span, she smiled up in the sky again, amused as if she saw a colorful butterfly.

When she heard a voice of a man grunt and whimper, she looked towards the direction of the gasoline station. What she next saw surprised her. The man was holding up a sharp shiny dagger aimed at the baby lying down in front of him. The tight grasp of the man on his dagger was like the way she held men's dingdong. Later on, that was how she explained what she saw to people so no one believed her nor took time to even listen to her.

Lola saw the dagger go up and down, the way she jacked off Bobby Smith last week. The dagger ripped into the baby, one limb after another was cut off. She covered her mouth, trying not to vomit. Finally, she reacted the way a normal person with feelings would do. She gave out a muffled cry, and when she couldn't contain it, she burst out crying and wailing while running away in fear of the man who took notice of her. And she was sure she knew who he was, he was the only man in town who had never touched her not because he couldn't pay but because of other unexplainable reasons you couldn't trust her to know. Anyway, she was sure as hell it was the geek Douglas.