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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 10:38:16 GMT -5
Okay, give me about three minutes and then I'll start writing the next part. I have to get dressed and stuff, so just wait.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 11:09:35 GMT -5
PART TWELVE: In which some stuff happens at the restaurant and trauma between Chris and her dad begins "How long do you think they'll be in the bathroom?" I asked Tre and I took another bite of my burger. Billie had excused himself to go to the bathroom about 20 minutes previous, and Nona had gone to the bathroom about five minutes after that. "I've learned not to question these things," Tre said as he finished off his burger. "I knew I could finish eating before you." "I knew you could, too," I said. "But man, I'm pissed." "Why?" Tre asked. "My dad. How much do you want to bet that he's not even sick? He's probably taking a vacation or something so that he can spend time with his precious girlfriend," I grunted. "Don't worry about it," Tre said. "It's not your problem. You know they're not going to get married or anything. And it's not like they'll be going out in public or anything. What they're doing is illegal. They're not going to flaunt it." "True," I said. "I wonder what my mom would say if she knew. But knowing my mother, she wouldn't care." "Oh," he said. "Yeah. She doesn't care about much. Like, if I called her and told her I was pregnant or something, she would only care if I told her I was going to send the baby to go live with her. She really didn't care much that I was coming back here," I said. I was depressing myself. "Let's talk about something else." "Like what?" he asked. "Like what you think Billie and Nona are doing in the bathroom," I laughed. "Do you want to know?" he asked. "Honestly, yes. I mean, I have some sort of inclination, but..." "This is what I think they're doing," he interupted, then pressed his lips against mine. I leaned into him. This kiss was much more enjoyable than the Jerry Springer kiss, yet I had enjoyed that one too. We sat there for a while, just making out. I noticed that Tre tasted like the cheeseburger, which was kind of funny, but I tried not to laugh. "God you guys. At least Billie and I excused ourselves to go make out," said Nona as she approahced the table. I pulled away from Tre just out of shock, since I had totally forgotten there was anyone else around. He smiled at me a little bit, then turned around. "My God," Billie laughed as he scooted into the booth. He had a huge hickey on his neck. Tre obviously noticed as well. "Billie?" he said and motioned at his neck. "What?" Billie asked. "Oh my God," Nona laughed. "You have a hickey." "Shit," he whispered. "Here," she said, pulling a compact out of her purse and putting some concealer on it. "There. You can hardly see it." That was a lie. It didn't look any different than it had before. But nobody said so. "Good," Billie said. "So, are you guys back together?" Tre asked. "Yeah," Nona nodded. Surprise surprise. I half expected for her to ask if Tre and I were a couple, but luckily, she didn't. After all, I don't know exactly how I would answer that.
I arrived home about an hour later. Tre had given me another kiss goodbye, which had resulted to us making out in the backseat of Billie's car for about ten minutes. Billie had already gone inside by the time we were, well, done. I went over to my house and there was Dad, sitting on the couch in his pajamas. "Hey, honey," he said as he saw me. "How was lunch?" "Great," I said, and caught a glimpse of what was on the TV. Jerry Springer. And I recognized the people that were currently bickering. They were the people that had been on the show right before us. Shit. I hadn't told my dad about the whole Jerry Springer thing. I wondered what his reaction would be. Then I saw Mike. I watched Dad's face. "Damn," he whispered. "That guy looks like Mike." "Yeah, he does," I commented, continuing to watch. Then I got on the stage and my father's eyes widened. He didn't say a word as he watched the pandemonium on the screen. Finally it was over. He looked up at me. "Were you on Jerry Springer?" he asked. "Yup," I said. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think about it. Sorry." "Holy shit, Chris. What the hell is wrong with you? That kind of thing isn't funny!" he snapped. Okay, definitely not the kind of reaction I was hoping for. "People go on there with serious problems and you're just fucking around trying to be funny!" he yelled. "Dad, people with serious problems go to psychiatrists, not Jerry Springer," I said. "God, why didn't you tell me? I didn't think we had secrets in this house." "BULLSHIT!" I screamed. "You're mad at me cause I didn't tell you that Tre and Mike and I were going to go on Springer and be stupid? If anything, I should be mad at you for lying to me about Barbara in your office. I should be mad at you for fucking dating Jenny!" "What?" he asked. "I know about it. She told me." "I'm not dating Jenny. She just thinks we are. It's not a relationship," he mumbled. "What?" "I told her that it's not a relationship. I can't date a fucking teenager," he grunted. "She obviously doesn't know this," I said. "That's her fucking problem, then," he growled. "Go to hell, Dad," I snapped, rushing out the door and heading back to Billie's house. I couldn't stand to look at my father anymore.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 22, 2005 11:16:53 GMT -5
heh, i can't stand to look at my father anymore either. but i have no where to run to.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 11:28:46 GMT -5
PART THIRTEEN: In which Chris runs away again "Back already?" Tre asked as I rushed in Billie's house. "Did you miss me that much?" "I hate my father and I'm going to live here now with you and Mike and Billie," I announced. "Um, you're gonna have to run that by Bill's mom," he said. "I don't know if she'll let you. Half the time I'm here she gets pissed off." "Yeah, but she'll probably let me stay. I hope," I said. "That'd be cool if we could all live here together," Tre said. "But why do you hate your dad?" "The episode of Jerry Springer with us on it was on today," I said. "I MISSED IT?" Tre demanded, looking upset. "Yeah," I said. "And my dad saw it. He got all pissed that I didn't tell him. And then I told him I know about him and Jenny and he doesn't give a fuck," I sighed. "Shit. If you want to avoid him, maybe next door isn't the best place to hide," he suggested. "Where else can I go?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "Nona's?" "I would hate to impose," I said. "She wouldn't care. I'm going to call her now and ask. When your dad goes back to work or whatever, you can get your clothes and stuff. I'll call you and let you know when that happens," he sighed. "Fine," I said as Tre picked up the phone. In about ten minutes he turned to me and informed me that Nona would be by to pick me up in 20 minutes.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 22, 2005 12:03:33 GMT -5
wow, Please update!!!!! ;D
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 12:10:54 GMT -5
I'm gonna take a break from writing for a couple hours. I'll post more later tonight.
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Post by TABBY on Jul 22, 2005 12:54:07 GMT -5
awwwwwwwwww.........
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 22, 2005 13:03:32 GMT -5
Hey! This story is truly addictive. *looks at clock* Not that long from now.
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Post by jnav1 on Jul 22, 2005 13:41:07 GMT -5
I agree, this story is truly addictive. And I LOVE it!! I would hug you, but you're off somewhere where I can't reach. boo hoo.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 14:27:22 GMT -5
PART FOURTEEN: In which Chris moves in with Nona and Tre calls Chris "Little Red Riding Hood" again. "Thanks, Mrs. James," I said as she and Nona guided me into the guest room I would be staying in. "Please," she said. "Call me Sarah." "Okay. Thanks, Sarah. Really. This is what I need," I sighed, looking around the room. Sure, it wasn't my room, and I would have to live without plastering posters and pictures all over the walls, but it was so much better than living with my father. And I would go back home eventually. When that was, I wasn't sure. But that didn't really matter. "No problem," Sarah said. "If you need anything, just let me know." Man, why couldn't most people have a mom like this? Sarah left the room and Nona threw herself onto the bed. "So, what's going on with you and your dad?" she asked. "Well, my dad is a big asshole," I explained. "Specifically, what did he do?" "He's dating my friend." "How old is your friend?" Nona questioned, sounding surprised. "Three months younger than me," I sighed. "Are you fucking kidding me?" "They're not really dating according to my dad," I said. "But she doesn't know that and he doesn't care. He freaked out at me for the whole Jerry Springer thing, and then I yelled at him about it. I'm going to have to borrow some clothes if you don't mind. I really don't want to go back there while he's there." "Wow," she whispered. "And don't worry about the clothes. What's mine is your's." "Thanks," I sighed. "On to hopefully happier subject, what goes on with you and Mr. Tre?" she asked, winking at me. "Well, I like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes me, since we made out in the back of Billie's car for a while before the whole charade with my dad," I said. "Yeah, I'd take that as a sign," Nona laughed.
"Is he at work?" I asked, stepping into Billie's house. "Do you knock?" Mike asked. He was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal wearing nothing but a towel. His hair was wet and I realized he had just gotten out of the shower. "Sorry. I was just wondering if he was there," I said. "He left about an hour ago," he sighed. "So it's safe to get your stuff. You want to hang out here once you get it?" "Sure," I said. "Just wait." I rushed into the house and grabbed a box. I dumped all my CDs and books into it. In the next two boxes, I put all my clothes in. I made two trips to tote all three boxes over to Billie's house. Mike wasn't in the kitchen anymore. I assumed he was getting dressed. I went to the sink and started washing my hands when I heard someone singing. "Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are looking good. You're everything that a big, bad wolf could want..." Tre walked up behind me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling my into him and singing the song into my ear. "I told you not to call me that," I giggled, but I didn't really care. I wiped my hands on a towel and turned around to face him. I pressed my lips into his and we made out in the kitchen for a while. The next thing I knew, he was guiding me down the hallway into a bedroom. He slipped a rubber band on the door and I raised my eyebrows at him. "If you don't want to..." he began. "I do," I said. "Okay," he whispered, smiling a little as he shut the door. We collapsed on top of each other on the bed our lips hardly ever separating. It was like we were attatched. I pulled away for a second. "I may be Little Red Riding Hood, but I'm the one that's going to be huffing and puffing and blowing your house down," I laughed. Tre arched an eyebrow at me for a second, but suddenly seemed to understand as I unbuckled his pants.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 14:28:05 GMT -5
Yeah, this part is a little weird. Oh well.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 15:00:47 GMT -5
PART FIFTEEN: In which a horrible tragedy occurs and someone dies THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE Dave Welsh stood in the doorway of what had once been his daughter's room. When she left the first time, he had stood in that exact spot, staring at the practically vacant room. And now here he was, doing the same thing. All because of this fucking midlife crisis type thing. He had kissed Jen. He hadn't planned on it, and to be perfectly honest he hadn't really wanted to. But the fact that a 17 year-old girl would find him attractive helped him feel, well, not so old. So he had gone with it, kind of assuming it would be one of those "no strings attached" kind of deals. But he had no such luck. Jen had decided that the fact that they almost fucked in his car meant that he was her boyfriend or whatever, or so she had told him when he called her the next day to make sure she told no one. But she told Chris. And that had ruined the great relationship that Dave thought he had with his daughter. Dave took another sip of his beer and headed down the hallway to his own room. He missed having someone. And Jen didn't count as someone. Sure, she was pretty hot, but she was 17. Not exactly in Dave's age range. He missed having someone who knew what was going on in the world and wasn't transfixed with pop music and Orlando Bloom or whatever. He then decided that Jen had ruined his life. If she had just kept her fucking mouth shut like he had told her to, then none of this would've happened. He had more or less lost his daughter to this young whore. He knew what had to be done. Dave climbed into his car and looked at Billie's house. He wondered if Chris was in there, eating Ramen and laughing with the guys that he felt he knew so well. He was about to go ring the bell, but decided against it. Instead, he began driving. He knew exactly where he was going, but decided to take the long way to get there, just so he could give himself a chance to change his mind. But he didn't. He pulled out his cell phone and tried to recall Jen's number. He finally remembered and called. "Hello?" she said, her voice sounding so innocent as she answered. "Jen? It's Dave." "Oh! Hey, honey." He twitched as she called him honey but said, "I'm parked at the end of your street. You want to go to a movie or something?" "Like a date?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess so." "Oh wow! Sure. I'll be there in a few minutes." She hung up and Dave sat, waiting patiently. Just waiting. Finally he saw her walking towards the car. She climbed in. "Hey," she said, smiling furiously. God, she really liked him. "Hey," he responded and pulled her close to him, embracing her and pulling her into a kiss. "Dave," she giggled as he began to kiss her neck. "That tickles." "You want me to stop?" he asked. "No," she said, and Dave ran his fingers down her stomach and began to unbutton her jeans. "Wait...stop now," she said. Dave continued pulling down her pants. He unbuttoned his own jeans. "Dave!" she screamed. "You'll shut up if you know what's good for you," he growled as he bore down on her. "Oh my God! That hurts! Get off of me!" she yelped. But he didn't listen. He didn't give a fuck anymore. He clapped a hand over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but he was too strong. She let out loud yelps of pain as he raped her. When he was finished, he grabbed the gun out of the backseat and smiled at her as he pulled the trigger. "Now that's what I call a good time," he said, pulling his pants back up and starting the engine.
REGULAR POINT OF VIEW I lay next to Tre, staring at the ceiling. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I should probably go back to Nona's soon. I don't want for Sarah to freak out about me or anything." "Oh," Tre said. "Um, I have a question. Are we in a relationship?" I snorted. "I hope so. Otherwise I'm quite the little whore." He laughed. "Okay. So I have a girlfriend." "Yup," I said, getting up and kissing him. "I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay," he sighed. "I love you." My heart almost stopped when he said those words. I looked at him. "What?" I asked. "I love you," he repeated. "I love you, too," I said, smiling furiously as I left the room. I tried my hardest not to squeal, "OH MY GOD! HE LOVES ME!"
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Post by jnav1 on Jul 22, 2005 15:53:38 GMT -5
Oh no! Rape, not a good thing(haha I wrote thong at first) But yay for Tre and Chris. woot woot! keep updating.
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Post by makeshiftwings56 on Jul 22, 2005 16:00:30 GMT -5
Oh wow. My mouth fell open when I read that last chapter. Talk about surprising twists.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 22, 2005 17:44:32 GMT -5
PART SIXTEEN: In which you're going to actually have to read it in order to find out what happens instead of relying on what I write here "Chris, telephone," Sarah said as she stepped into the room I was staying in. I had been sitting on my bed, listening to Screeching Weasel for the past half hour or so. I looked a little surprised that someone would actually call me here. Tre knew to call me on my cell phone, so I knew it wasn't him. "Hello?" I said. "Chris?" It was Mike. He sounded kind of frightened. "You have to get out of this town...now." "Why?" I asked. "The police just called. They're looking for you." "WHAT?" I screamed. "Why?" "Your dad and Jen both went missing a few days ago. You're the only person that had close ties to both of them. I think the police think you killed them," Mike said. "What the fuck? My dad's missing? Jen's missing? Since when?" "I don't know the details," he sighed. "I just got the call a few minutes ago. I mean, I haven't even told Billie or Tre yet. I just think you should go." "I have nothing to hide," I said. "I didn't do anything, so why should I run? If I ran, that would just make them suspect me more." I heard a beep on the phone, signifying a call on the other end. "I have to go. Bye, Mike." "Be careful," he said, then I hung up and went to the other line. "Hello?" "Hello, is this the James residence?" "Yes," I said. "May I ask who's calling?" "This is Officer Dick Rogers from the Rodeo police department. We're looking for a Christina Welsh." "This is she," I said, feeling my stomach drop through my feet. "What is it you need to speak to me about?" "Your father and your friend went missing, and we need to have you down to the station for questioning. We'll be down to get you in the next ten minutes. If you run, we'll have a warrent for your arrest," Dick said. "Okay," I sighed. "I'll be here."
"Tell me what you know about your father and Jennifer Tihs missing," the officer said to me. "Well, I don't know anything about them missing. I got into a fight with my dad a couple of days ago and went to my friend's house. I haven't spoken to him since," I said. "What were you fighting about?" "My dad and Jen were, well, in a relationship." "A relationship? He's 42 and she's 17!" "I know," I sighed. "But that's what she told me. And I freaked out at him about it. I don't know where they went or why. But that's the God's honest truth." The officer told me to stay seated and he went to discuss it with another officer. He returned a few minutes later. "You're under police watch," the man said. "Since we haven't cleared you 100%, we have the right to arrest you if you leave the state." "Okay," I said. I had no intention of leaving the state any time soon. "We'll call you if we find out anything," the officer told me. I nodded and stood. He guided me to the parking lot. I told him I would walk home. I only walked far enough to know that he couldn't see me anymore, then I pulled out my cell phone and called Tre. Mike had explained most of what had happened to him, so he agreed to come pick me up. "Thanks," I said as Tre pulled up along the street in Billie's car. "No problem," he sighed, and he drove me back to Nona's house.
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