The little Red Riding hood..

The Little Red Riding Hood … The story that was never told.




I too did not believe it. Even though the thought of humans and animals having ability to communicate always crossed my mind, it only seemed to be a trace of imagination; there “it” or I should say “he” was shedding tears of sorrow, the only surviving wolf. “I am not here for fame or money” Sneaky the wolf said, as he was struggling to hold back his emotions and tears. “What I want, however, is for the human race to realize the truth”. Sneaky the wolf is the only surviving son of the “evil” wolf that allegedly tried to eat “the little red riding hood”.
“My father was a brave man, a revolutionist”. Sneaky proceeds. “But things weren’t always that way”. My father had a passion for learning since he was a kid; however he always tried to hide his special abilities in order to keep problems away. My father was special from birth. He showed signs of comprehension not usual for a wolf. My grandfather knew about it too.
What else can you tell me about your father?
My father was different than other animals, as he grew up in a human filled environment. Back in the days the new settlers used him as a tool to scare slaves that tried to run away. He witnessed human brutality and the ugliness of the settlers’ aggression towards the native people who were living around the forest where he grew up, for thousands of years, living in peace and harmony with everything around them. As time passed by, my father grew stronger and witnessed hundreds of crimes against the native people, where he would terrify mothers and scare them into giving away their infants, who later grew up to work as slaves for the settlers, or feed on those who tried to fight the aggression or even those who tried to run away. Then eventually my dad was too old to fight and be their tool for evil. Therefore, they sent him to live with a little woman. She was what you humans call a midget. She also had many natives working for her as slaves. That’s when my father met Devon.



Who is Devon? Can you tell me more about her? I asked
Devon was an African woman working for Margaret or “the little red riding hood” as that’s what people used to call her. Devon was 43 years old when she was the chef at Margaret’s house. When my dad and her first met, he felt her warmth instantly. My dad was always showing her love and compassion when Margaret was not around. Even though years of accompanying white Europeans did leave him with a lot of hatred against humans and humanity in general. He saw beauty in her eyes, innocence that he never experienced; she reminded him of his mother who died when he was an offspring. However, my father was always afraid of showing her mercy in front of Margaret, due to the fact that he was a wolf and she was off a non-European descent. Days went by, and yet my dad didn’t feel content with his new environment and the people around him. This is why he was often out in the garden, observing the beauty of the flowers around him. Moreover, that’s where he used to sneak off to meet Devon, as she used to spend most of her free time out in the garden smelling the flowers and enjoying the sunny weather, and she would often make him a nice meal on lunchtimes and they would have it in the garden.
Then, in one summer evening, while my dad was off in his own world embracing nature around him, he saw a young native woman by the tree crying in a low voice. At first my dad tried to avoid it, but in a way that crying noise got to him, he felt weak, what felt like a dejavu, of him crying when his mother died at the age of 6. This was a turning point in my dad’s life. My dad was suddenly able to feel emotions all over again. Therefore, he walked over and asked the girl for her name... And that was how he met Abena.

“Who is Abena?”
Abena was a young child who was transferred from a missionary church as the little red riding hood needed more slaves. Anyway, my dad then asked her why she was crying. She burst out in tears. “my baby brother died today” she said. Where are your parents? They must be worried sick about you. Asked my dad. My dad died before I was born. Cried Abena. How about your mom? My dad asked. My mom? Said Abena with a sarcastic laugh. She is an evil sl*t. She said.
My dad was staring at her skinny little shoulders and noticed a green scar on her shoulder. Once again, my father was doing exactly what he didn’t want to do, fall for his emotions.
How did your dad react to this? I asked
My dad stayed up late that night thinking about Abena. Her eyes looked so familiar, so full of sadness. He kept thinking about the scar, the pale skin, the sorrow that can be seen through her big brown eyes. The scent of anger and fear all around her, her crying weeps played in his ears all night.
He woke up the next morning to the sight of Abena, and that’s when fate brought them together, as little red riding hood thought she can help with nursing my dad as he was getting old.
The first day of work for Abena was a bit relaxed as she got to hang out with my father who was still recovering from a slight cold. However, most days she would help with walking my dad as he was an active wolf and was always curious to learn, this led him on to trouble later on.
What do you mean? I asked.
It was a sunny afternoon and my dad was taking a walk with Abena when he saw a man sniffing a flower, my dad then asked Abena what it was. My dad did not know much about opium. He was surprised when he recognized that it’s a drug as Margaret used to often force the slaves to start using the plant.
He then discovered that this was done to all the servants at the house. Little red riding hood was not as nice as he thought she was. That’s before my dad first had a fight with Abena.

Oh what happened there? I asked.
Well, what my dad did not know was that Margaret ordered Abena to kill him, however she eventually had to tell him as the little red riding hood was getting sick of waiting. This crushed my dad; he felt so much anger and hatred towards everyone. He had so much on his mind. He went to the only place where he felt warm and safe, the woods. It was a real tough time for my father being back to the same old house. So many tragedies, yet so many good memories. There he laid, on the same spot where my grandma gave birth to him. Tears running down his face with a sad low howl.
How did Abena take it?
Abena had it much worse. She also felt depressed for losing my dad's companionship. This eventually led her to a whole different string of trouble.
What sort of troubles? And how does Devon play a part in all of this?
Well, Abena's troubles do not come in till later in the story. Meanwhile, Devon was ordered to help in the kitchen as Margaret started having lots of parties, with plenty of drunken middle aged men looking for another innocent native woman to rape. One day, as she was in the kitchen, one of the regular visitors called Billy Bob, approached her and grabbed her arm and tried to undress her, she resisted and so he beat her senseless until she was almost knocked out, oh what a pity she was not knocked out, as after he raped her several times, she tried to fight back as he was injecting her with what she later knew was heroin which was extracted from the opium field that belonged to Margaret. This was when Devon hit rock bottom, as Billy Bob would visit often and tempt her with heroin and then beat her and rape her. He was a sick twisted man that was utterly racist, offensive and a raging alcoholic. Devon chose not to go to anyone for help, as she had too much pride that did not exactly make life easier for her.

What do you mean? What else did she have to go through?
Devon's life quickly started heading down the drain. She soon became a heroin addict. Furthermore, she was willing to do anything for a shot. She never thought of herself as an addict, even though, deep inside she knew she was addicted, itching for hours, the constant feeling of nausea, the quick weight loss and desperation for the drug, as she used to try and fight back whenever Billy bob would try and rape her, but not for long time.
Can you give me more details please?
Billy Bob was always tempting her with heroine so she stopped caring about the most essential aspects of her life, her honor and well being. Even though one was to believe that things could not possibly get any worse for Devon, she soon started hearing voices in her head and was diagnosed with what humans call depression. And to top it all off, she found out that she was pregnant with a bastard baby from a white man.
Oh my! And how did Margaret react when she found out?
Ha-ha what do you mean when she found out? Margaret fu*king knew all along!!
That can’t be!! Did she not try and stop it??!!
It was Margaret that encouraged it, as the first time she noticed Billy Bob taking notice to Devon and seemed keen on her, she gave him the idea.
And how did she deal with the new Devon?
Margaret was not at all merciful, in fact she was known for her constant rage, therefore, she ended up locking Devon in a small dark room, yet she made sure Devon was eating and drinking daily to ensure that she stays alive and suffer more and more misery. Unfortunately, that was not the worst of it all.
There is more?! I asked in disgust.
You see, Little Margaret, the “so sweet little red riding hood” knew a secret about Devon, and that even Devon did not know.
What is the secret?
Well, 18 years before that time, Devon had her baby girl taken away from her, as the settlers thought her color and race would prevent her from raising a child properly, or at least that’s what the settlers thought, they also forced her to do it by threatening to kill the child if she did not.
Did she not wonder what had happened to her daughter? By then I was very eager to know the rest of what Sneaky had to say.
On her kid's birthday the later year, the same settlers came to inform Devon that her daughter was dead, and that if she was to try and go asking questions they would kill her. Anyhow, the days passed and Devon's troubles grew.
Abena's life was not going any easier, even though it was going steady, but the humiliation and torture never got any easier, to the contrast, it left her emotionally disturbed. Meanwhile, my dad was feeling betrayed, even though time healed what sorrow and grudges he held against Abena. He was gradually getting healthier.


And then what happened? I asked quiet eagerly.
While my dad was walking beside the forest when he passed by what seemed like a familiar spot, then he remembered it was the place where he first met Abena. He realized how much he missed her, even though he didn’t try to think about it. Meanwhile, on that same night, Margaret told Abena she had a little surprise for her, Abena was quiet disturbed when she heard, she loathed Margaret, and everything about her. A few hours later, after Abena got her regular evening beating as a form of discipline, while she was washing the bleeding scars, Margaret walked in to her room and asked her to take a little walk with her. Hurry up you lazy nigger, shouted Margaret as she smacked Abena on the side of the head. She dragged her up to the attic and slammed the door open. There, lay a very skinny middle aged bare African woman. The sight disturbed Abena, what is going on? Said Abena with a terrified voice. That was the worst thing Abena went through.
Why? What are you talking about? I asked curiously.

Margaret reached over to Abena, and put her arms around Abena’s shoulders, ripping the side of Abena`s sleeve showing the scar on her shoulder. That is when Devon stopped shooting heroin, and hot tears came down her eyes. I’ve got a little surprise for you; remember how we told you what a druggie sl*t your mom was? Well, Abena, say hi to your evil slut of a mom. The one who left you all these years because she was too much of a wh*re to take care of you, she had other concerns like sleeping with random men and getting drunk all the time, and she gave you all these dirty genes. Not surprisingly, your mom is now nothing more than a wh*re addicted to smack. Just as Margaret finished what she was saying, devastated Abena was crying as she watched her mother that she never had die as she over dozed on heroin. This was very heart breaking for poor Abena as things got worse for her all the time.
Why, what else happened?
My dad was having a walk in the woods when he heard a familiar voice. He instantly recognized. It was Abena crying. That sad, painful weep that my dad always remembered. He stood by the tree where he first laid eyes on her. And there was Abena, so skinny you could see her ribs, her face was like a pale blue painting. No expressions, yet very gloomy. There she looked into his eyes as she took my dad into her arms and kept crying till she fell asleep.
Was she not afraid since your dad was already upset with her?
Not really, by that time she did not have much to live for. As she lost the only hope she had in life, that tiny string of hope that would keep her hanging on to fight another day, of some day being reunited with the only human she expected to accept her and love her. When she laid eyes on my dad she knew he would not walk away. She told him about all the troubles that have happened when he was away. But there was more to come.
What do you mean?
My dad noticed some blood stains and knew it was Abena's. When He asked her about it, she told my dad some more awful news.
What could be so awful about a little scratch when her mom just over dozed on heroin and died?
Well that scratch was due to the injection of heroin that Margaret made Abena try by force. However, the wolf and Abena both knew it will not be the last time as Margaret will make her do it again until she gets hooked. So my dad decided that he will trace Margaret the next day to see if he can determine how she was making the actual heroin. The following day my dad followed Margaret's every move, but nothing suspicious was going on. However, later that night Margaret put on her little dress, then grabbed her basket and was heading out. My dad traced her steps and followed her very carefully. He saw her picking the opium flowers and putting them in her little fucking basket. She stayed there for hours, making sure she picks them well. After that my dad followed her. My dad later came to find out that she was not so innocent, the way she got her grandma to make the drug while she also used the female slaves as sex workers and pay them in heroin. This is what led to it all. He knew what had happened, they got Abena addicted to smack and eventually she became a sex worker. My dad had then decided it was time to deal with Margaret once and for all.
He then followed little red riding hood very careful not to be seen, as she seemed nervous and suspicious of someone following her. It was an hour’s walk before little red riding hood stopped at this big place that looked like an abandoned factory. Little red riding hood went inside and came out 5 minutes later. By then my dad knew it was the point of no return and that is when shit hit the fan.
What happened there?
My dad decided to go inside and see what was going on in the building. He saw opium flowers everywhere and an old lady. He instantly recognized her crooked smile; it was Margaret's Grandmother, Agatha. She was torturing little native kids who would disobey orders. And she would also manufacture heroin and inject the right amount of heroin into the slave's bodies to ensure their addiction and complete obedience. What my dad saw next broke his heart, little Abena lying on the floor. She was in her underwear, with a bottle of wine in her hands and injection scars everywhere and lipstick marks over her cheek. He realized what was going on. She got Abena intoxicated with alcohol till the point where she was very drunk and made her shooting heroin and sexually abused her. And so there lay Abena, catching her last breaths, with tears falling down her eyes she held my dad tight.
You never judged me because my color was different. But you should not worry about me, I am no more than a stupid slut; who grew into a smack addicted wh*re just like my mother, but please remember me when I am gone. I will always love you; you were the best friend I never had. Mumbled Abena in my dad's ear, moments before she died.
That’s when Agatha came at my dad with a knife, and that what drove my dad to kill her. Soon after, little red riding hood came along with Billy Bob. And that when my dad was shot in the head three times and Margaret became a so called “hero”.
Is there anything that can fix what happened? I asked.
Nothing can, but understanding helps… whispered the wolf as he was on his way back to the forest, for he refused to live amongst humans …