Ariadne's Thread

Jon never really thought about that day again. He always was preoccupied with football, cars, and getting laid weekends. So, Jon never really thought about that day again. Jon never thought about Maggie, as her face lie flat in the mud, or her dress that was soiled with blood. Jon never really thought about that day again. Jon never really thought about that day until the police came knocking one Saturday morning, and pulled him about of bed. Jon never really had time to think about that day because he was a the front runner for numerous football scholarships and team captains; so, he never really thought about it at all. He was always too proud and never cared to look back on past mistakes or the tests he'd failed, he was never one to dwell on the past. It wasn't until the police came knocking that Saturday morning, boy was it early in the morning, that Jon actually remembered that day. Jon wasn't used to getting up before noon; he usually needed time to sleep off last night's hangover and the police didn't seem to care that Jon was a little groggy and sleepy. Had they no respect for his privacy? Jon really didn't care that Maggie hadn't called, or he hadn't seen her in school for the past few months; Jon never really thought about those things. He was too concerned with new girls to notice that Maggie hadn't made it to school since last September; he never really paid any attention at all. After hours and hours of questioning, Jon still couldn't remember what they were talking about. The questions flew at Jon like lighting. "Had you seen her?" "When was the last time you went out?" The voices kept hammering, and hammering at poor Jon's head. "Where were you on this night?" "Where were you on that night?" Jon tried to remember that day, but it hurt to think. Jon had a hard time thinking these days, he couldn't remember places, names, faces, let alone a single girl. The police kept hammering though, and Jon tried to remember the day he last saw Maggie Pierce.

"When was it?" "Oh yes," Jon said, "It was they night of Homecoming, or was it prom?" Jon couldn't remember, he couldn't keep things straight these days; everything seemed to mesh into one, or everything seemed to divide into two, he couldn't remember. "Is this gonna take long, I got football practice to go ta, and coach won't like it if I am late." The police kept at him though, and they made Jon late for practice. He has never been late, never missed a game; what would the guys say; what would his old man say; and coach, he'd throw a fit. "Man, I can't miss practice, I am the captain of the team, and the guys, they depend on me to give support and stuff." But the questions kept coming like fire fighters at a fire; the questions kept burning on. They almost devoured Jon, for he couldn't understand what they were saying. "Do you want a lawyer?" "Do you know your rights?" "Where is Maggie Pierce?" That name sounded so familiar, yet it didn't ring a bell in poor Jon's head. He couldn't be held accountable for all the girls he dated, there were so many, so many names to choose from, and Jon's mind just went blank. Jon thought that it might be the girl he took to last year's homecoming game, but he, no that was Madeline Breese. Boy, Madeline had the prettiest face that Jon had ever seen, and she made Jon feel real good when they were in the back seat of his Ford pickup. She would do this thing with her mouth, that made Jon forget about everything for a few moments, and then, BAM, he was back to the real world, and she was wiping off her face. Boy, Jon sure liked what she did for him. Yeah, Madeline Breese, was the girl he had taken to Homecoming, because they went back to her place after the game and played games with other couples, but Jon couldn't remember what happened after that because he most have passed out or something-too much to drink.

Jon liked to drink, it tasted good, so he did it all the time, just like Madeline it made him feel good, it was like watching your favorite team win the finals a second year in a row; boy it tasted good. Jon would drink all the time, before school, at lunch, and before he went to sleep in front of the T.V.. Jon liked to drink, his friends did too. They would all get together and drink, on weekends, and school nights, they would have these parties. Jon liked parties, he had met some pretty girls there, and they had all made Jon feel good, just like drinking did; those pretty girls, with their short dresses, and tight knit sweaters, and faces made of gold. Those pretty girls would bulge and blossom right before Jon's eyes; sprouting new appendages that Jon had never seen before. Those pretty girls would take their clothes off and dance around on Jon's penis, screaming and moaning-Jon liked that, he said it made him feel good; just like drinking. Jon got the same sensation from drinking as he did from dancing; he like to drink, it helped him forget; move on and leave the past where it lies, in the dirt....

"Hey kid, we are only going to ask you this question one more time." Where is Maggie Pierce?" Oh yeah, Jon had forgot, got a little confused, where was he anyway? The police station-answering questions-those questions kept coming and coming, was there no end? Jon had already missed football practice, and now he was going to miss all the parties, and the girls who laughed and danced. Jon was getting frustrated and a little hungry so he blurted out "I dunno, I can't remember any girl named Maggie, Whad see look like?" The police seem to smile and act funny like they were pissed at him or something, and, so, Jon didn't like the way they were looking at him. What had he said, he didn't know any girl by that name, so what was all this about? Jon tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't think about anything except that party he was missing, and those drinks that tasted so good.

Jon always like to drink, ever since he was young, when he and his old man would go fishing. His old man would sneak some of ma's liquor along to pass the time. "Look son, if your mom gets wind of this, she'll tear me hide apart, so its our little secret, right?" Jon always nodded yes, and merrily sucked down the salacious ale. At first it burned Jon's throat and he couldn't do anything but spit it out. His old man would laugh and smack him on the back as if he remembered the same right of passage in his youth. After a while though, Jon began to like the taste; it made him forget about everything; it made him forget about the times when daddy wasn't so nice; it made him forget when daddy would get like the guys on T.V.; it made him forget-Jon liked to drink. Jon was missing all of this, fun and partying that was going on right now. He new there was a party, there was one every Saturday night. Jon would just follow the guys and they would lead him to the place. Sometimes it was in a house or sometimes some deserted old factory, one time it was in the woods-Jon liked to go to the parties. He could meet all new people, new guys to hang around with, and new girls to dance with. The girls always liked Jon, he was big and strong, and lifted every day, twice a day, sometimes. Jon had big muscles, and a square jaw that made him look like a god. Jon always felt like a god, he had led his team to three consecutive state championships, and he always knew the right plays to call, even with the girls. The guys always looked up to Jon, he was there ideal. "What school called you now Jon?" "Look at Jon, he is on his twentieth beer and still standing-what a guy this Jon is!!" "What happened between you and Cynthia last night Jon, did you bang her?" "Nailed her hard I bet, made her cum, sent her right through the ceiling, common, tell us Jon, What happened?" "He's like a god, this Jon, strong, handsome, and gets all the girls, boy I wish I was Jon." Jon was a god to every one that knew him, he had been named MVP for three years in a row and always had a pretty girl at his side. Jon liked to go to parties and meet new, pretty girls. They all seemed to like Jon, he was big and strong, and he had a nice car, a nice home, and he was captain of the best football team in the state. Jon liked all the attention, he never got any at home. His mother had died when Jon was ten. Jon couldn't remember why or how she died, but he never saw her anymore, so he thought she must be. Jon's old man had always told him that ma was gone, but Jon couldn't remember why. Jon never tried to remember anything except the football plays, that's what is important. Jon's coach always said that Jon shouldn't think much, he need to save all the room in his head for the plays and which school to choose. Boy that Jon had it all, women, wine and song just like the Romans, Jon was on top of the world.

Jon started hating being here more and more, all these questions, Jon couldn't keep anything straight. It was all a blur. Jon tried to think, but parties and girls was all that was on his mind. Jon just starred dumbfounded as the police continued to question him more and more. The police were getting violent, shouting and screaming at poor Jon, he couldn't keep it all straight. "Where the hell is she you dumb fuck?" "Where the hell did you put the body?" Jon became nervous, for the officer had said body. Jon didn't no of any body. Whose body were they police talking about? What was going on? Jon had a hard time remembering his own name so how could he be expected to remember the answers to the questions that they were asking. This was like school, where the teachers made fun of Jon. They would laugh at him because he didn't know the answer. All the kids would laugh, so Jon would laugh too. All the pretty girls would tee-hee and point at Jon, so Jon would laugh too. Some teachers were nice to Jon and they never made him take those tests that other kids had to take, they would just say that he was special and make him sit in a vacant classroom. Jon never has to work hard at school. Even the teachers that made fun of Jon, would give him a break or two. Jon like that. Jon didn't like school though, and the farther he got in it, the less he really understood. Jon liked football and girls, he liked drinking with the guys or watching the game, he never really liked all books and homework. Pa said that Jon didn't have to do homework 'casue he was special. "You have no need for those books son, you got my blood in ya." "Just keep up with the football, and you won't have a thing to worry about."