Remember Me

By Charles Trachta, Jr

Three short stories concerning women, sex, crime and revenge.

Women are called the weaker sex but what man could cope with the pain of child birth?

Men, too often, rely on physical strength to deal with their problems. Women are more prone to use their brains and be more scheming when confronting a dilemma. Men will want a quick fix, women will take their time to get what they want.

Here are three different stories, about three different situations that shows how women will go day by day, step by step, to confront their different problem.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charles Trachta, Jr
• Release date: Jul 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301507962

Charles Trachta, Jr

Charlie Trachta was born and raised on Staten Island, NY. After high school, Charlie spent over five years in the U.S Army as a Military Police Officer, mostly with the 15th M.P. Brigade in Germany. After he was discharged from the Army, he got his college degree from Wagner College, located on Staten Island. There he started to play with words, writing stories and plays about situations that he saw and most of all, lived. Out of college, he was sworn in as NYC Police Officer in January, 1981. He started out on Staten Island working the NSU, then moving to Brooklyn South for a short stint before landing in Manhattan South where he served until being forced to retired due to line-of-duty injuries. Now, with a wealth of knowledge of crime and people, thanks to his time patrolling the street of NYC, he has many “police and crime” stories to tell. His critical mind and sharp sense of humor makes it really interesting to read his approach to some situations we see every day in the papers. His stories revolve around crime, revenge and with a hint of sex. Mixing a little reality in his fiction, Charlie tells his stories in a very compelling style, not letting you put down the book before it ́s over.

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Remember Me

By Charlie Trachta

Copyright 2013 Charlie Trachta

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Remember Me

Faulty Interface

The Journal

About the Author

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Introduction

Three short stories concerning women, sex, crime and revenge.

Women are called the weaker sex but what man could cope with the pain of child birth?

Men, too often, rely on physical strength to deal with their problems. Women are more prone to use their brains and be more scheming when confronting a problem. While men will want a quick fix, women will take their time to get what they want.

Here are three different stories, about three different situations that show how women will go day by day, step by step, to confront their different problem.

Remember Me

It was a normal spring evening, when Kathy Thompson finally broke away from her goodbye party and stepped out onto Broadway. While she didn’t mind the ladies who worked in the undergrad admission’s office of NYU hugging her, some of the male students who work there were friendlier with their hugs than suited her.

This was her last day working in the admissions as she had received her final grades and her acceptance letter to medical school. Kathy thought back to her senior year of high school, when her guidance counselor, Mr. Washington told her that she should apply to an easier Pre Medical program than the one at NYU. However, Kathy felt that she wanted to go to the best school possible. Her four years at NYU were hard, but now she felt she was ready to go to medical school. She thought to herself that maybe she should write Mr. Washington a letter and tell him how wrong he was about her. That she could take on whatever life threw at her.

With the next chapter of her life ready to start, Kathy decided that she wanted to celebrate what she had accomplished with a good bottle of wine. It was this decision that, had her make a turn on Great Jones Street to go to the wine store on Lafayette Street. Normally she would not leave Broadway until she reached Astor Place when it was in the evening hours, but she felt she deserved to celebrate her accomplishment. For the first time in a long time she decided that she was going to buy an expensive bottle of wine, not the usual swill her friends and she would drink.

Even after four years of living in Manhattan, Kathy was still nervous walking along the side streets off Broadway. Her dad, a police sergeant with the Albany Police Department constantly reminded her how dangerous Manhattan was. She got to the corner of Great Jones and Lafayette and stopped for a moment to decide if it was safe to cross Lafayette there or to go north on the west side of the street. That moment of hesitation gave a large man standing on the corner of the building, the opportunity to rush Kathy, placing his hand firmly over her mouth and pushing her into the van which was waiting there.

As she tried to fight unsuccessfully, the large man held her down, binding her hands together, and then she heard him yell, Drive!

The van drove north on Lafayette as the man applied a moist cloth to Kathy’s face. She tried not to breathe but eventually the substance on the cloth put Kathy to sleep.

When Kathy awoke, she found herself naked and tied to a bed. She felt pain in her private areas and then she realized what had happened to her while she was unconscious. She tried to look around at her surroundings but could not make out many details as there was only a little light coming in from a single streetlight. Thinking that she was alone, she started to scream for help. Instead of help, she saw a door open at the end of the room, and the large man who forced her into the van appeared. When Kathy saw him, she stopped screaming, realizing that her ordeal was not over.

Closing the door behind him, the man approached Kathy stating, Please, don’t stop yelling. Yell as loud as you want, There’s no one but me to hear you.

Sobbing now, Kathy pleaded, please, don’t hurt me anymore. You already did what you wanted to do to me. Please let me go.

The man pulled off the sheet covering Kathy, and while running his hands over her he brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered, I had to let my driver have his way with you, to pay him for his help. He is a sick one, wanting you to be unconscious. The man’s breath smelt of cheap whiskey, and Kathy could see his many tattoos, but it was the one on his neck that was in Latin that she focused on that read Memento Mei, as he continued, I have not had my pleasure with you yet. I want you to be awake and to be a participant. And when I’m done with you, you will remember me!

Three days after Kathy Thompson said goodbye to her coworkers at the admission’s office, she was found tied to that same bed, bloodied and battered, left for dead. The only thing that she could say to the police as they drove her to the hospital was, you will remember me.

9th Precinct Detective Squad Room (Five years later) Wednesday

Detectives Ronnie Miller and Mike Hartley sat at their desk facing each other. Ronnie, a white male about 45, with a five foot-ten inch heavy built frame, a head full of wavy black hair and a heavy mustache, was the senior partner of the two. Mike Hartley, also white, was over six feet three inches, but even in his mid forties, he still had an athletic and powerful build. Mike was clean shaven and had thinning dirty blond hair. Ronnie looked over at his partner, Do you know what date is coming up?

Mike looked at his partner and responded with a laugh, My last kid is getting out of college, and my ex will no longer be getting a piece of my paychecks.

Ronnie picks up a folder, shows it to Mike and answers, Maureen will always get what she wants from you. What I mean is, it will be the 5th anniversary of the Thompson abduction and rape.

Mike’s look changes as he speaks, Do you think she will come in again?

She has every other year. I assume she will be in here sometime next week. I wish we had something to tell her.

Leaning over the desk, Mike speaks in a voice only his partner can hear. If we found the scumbag who raped her, I would kill him myself, but she should understand what we are up against. Her father is a cop; she knows how it works.

Ronnie looks sympathetic at his partner, And that is why she comes in. She knows that if she doesn’t, we may forget about her.

Does she really think that we would allow a rape of a cop’s daughter to be forgotten? Damn Ronnie, we work our asses off on every rape case. Why would we slack off when it involves a cop’s family?

I can’t say. Ronnie looks confused as he continues, Two years ago when she graduated from nursing school, I thought she had turned a page. But that seemed to make her even more determined to find those who raped her. I guess she feels that not only did they assault her, they denied her the chance of going to medical school.

Mike shrugs his shoulders and responds, I never understood that. She could have gone to medical school. They would have given her some time to recover. Why did she change her plans?

Ronnie laughs again, Spoken by someone who almost didn’t get out of high school. All I can guess is that she wanted to get out of school and to work where she may not have time to think about what happened to her. From what I hear she’s working the ER at Bellevue. After she came in last year, I checked up on her.

Mike looks at his partner with a concerned look, Why would you do that?

Ronnie continues, It was something about how she acted. She seemed different. The other times she came here it seemed that she wanted us to remember her, but last year it seemed like she was trying to find out information.

Mike heads over to the coffee pot which is on a table by the door. Pouring himself a cup he looks at his partner as if to ask if he also wanted more coffee. Ronnie shakes his head no and Mike returns to their desk. I don’t know what you mean. She always came in asking about what we were doing and what we thought was going on with the investigation. Those are the typical questions any victim would ask.

"It is not what she asked but how she asked it. I guess it is