The Executioner

Hundred and Twenty-Four

Susan Zieliski read the letter for the tenth time, and again her emotions got the better of her. She couldn’t believe it was really happening.

Susan hadn’t had the easiest or luckiest of lives. She was born in Cripple Creek, Colorado, twenty-two years ago. Her parents were Polish-Jewish immigrants and very strict when it came to her upbringing. She did her best to respect their laws, but for a young girl growing up in today’s America they were very restrictive, to say the least.

From a very early age Susan had two great ambitions in life. One – she wanted to be on stage and sing. Two – she didn’t want to become like her mother, a very obedient, somewhat submissive wife who’d do anything her husband told her to without questioning.

At thirteen, Susan was already attractive. She’d inherited her mother’s hair – so blond it was almost white – and her father’s deep blue and captivating eyes. Plenty of boys had asked her out, but Susan wasn’t allowed to date. Not until she was eighteen, and even then it had to be under her parents’ supervision and the boy had to be Jewish.

Susan was no angel, though. Her first kiss came when she was fourteen. Bob Jordan took her behind the school gym during their lunch break and they made out like they were the only two people on earth. She allowed him to touch her breasts, and as he did she was overcome by a warm and exciting new sensation. But when he tried to slide his hand up her thigh and between her legs, she panicked and ran away. That panic didn’t last long, and soon the touching became more intense, the breathing more emphatic and the excitement impossible to control. At fifteen Susan had her first full sexual experience. It’d been quick, painful and not very satisfying, but certainly promising.

Cripple Creek is a former gold-mining camp. A bedroom closet society with a population of fewer than two thousand people. That, together with her strict family rules, made it very hard for a girl like Susan to express herself. She wanted to see more, to explore more, and for the time being the answer came in the form of softball.

Susan didn’t care much for sports, but when she found out her school’s girls’ softball team got to travel all over the state for the high school championships, she made sure she was a part of it.

Susan was sixteen when the team traveled to Colorado Springs to play a series of three games over a long weekend. On that Saturday night, the Bomber Gang, a young and upcoming LA rap group, was playing at the Underground. Susan, together with two other teammates, sneaked out of their dorm and made it to the show. It was Susan’s first-ever live gig and it blew her mind. They got to meet the guys in the band and party with them. Susan spent the night with Kool Roxx, the band’s lead rapper. He said all the right words and promised all the right things. They made love several times before she went back to the team’s dorm.

When she missed her next period later that month, she didn’t give it much thought, but soon the morning sickness, the fatigue and the tender breasts kicked in.

Susan’s father, Jacek, was an old-fashioned man who believed in obedience, respect, honor and above all the purity of his bloodline. Susan knew that there was no way her father would understand. It didn’t matter if she thought she was in love. To him she had disrespected and blemished his family’s name in the worst way he saw possible. She decided not to wait for her father’s reaction.

In Susan’s childish, backyard-America naivety, she believed that Kool Roxx had told her the truth that night when he’d said he’d fallen for her. She believed he’d be happy to see her again and even thrilled to learn he would be a father. She had enough money saved up from her job at the local bookshop to get her to Los Angeles. She’d look up Kool Roxx and they could decide together their next move. But the address he’d given her didn’t exist. The phone number he’d given her was of a Chinese restaurant. Four weeks later, alone in the public bathroom of a subway station in east LA, Susan self-aborted.

She stayed in Los Angeles. She was determined she could still make one of her dreams come true. She took a job at a diner in Lynwood and spent her afternoons auditioning for musicals. She had a great voice, very powerful and a little quirky, but her acting skills let her down. As soon as she was able to afford it, Susan started taking classes, and after five years it was all starting to pay off.

‘We are delighted to inform you that you have been chosen for the new cast of In the Heights, the Broadway musical.’

Susan never got tired of reading that line. The letter had arrived this morning, and since then she’d been walking on clouds. Ironic that In the Heights was a show about chasing your dreams and finding your new home in a different place.

The knock on the door startled her. She wasn’t expecting anyone, especially not at this hour. As Susan opened the door of her small apartment in Downey, her eyes widened in shock.

‘Oh my God!’