The alarm went off again, and Gina groggily welivetogether deduced welivetogether that she mia'd welivetogether hit the Snooze button enough. It welivetogether was four about-thirty in the A.M., and her welivetogether entire night's sleep was now welivetogether a lost welivetogether cause welivetogether. She kicked off the covers and sat about up slowly. Yawned and scratched behind welivetogether her ear. God dammit welivetogether, she thought welivetogether.
But Grace didn't pick up when Gina called, so she had crawled back in bed for a bit without mia welivetogether really thinking about it. Now, feeling more awake welivetogether and responsible, she welivetogether shuffled around her bedroom, cursing her flaky kin welivetogether. She briefly considered getting dressed, then welivetogether decided to slip a jacket around her oversized welivetogether Hello Kitty nightshirt welivetogether. I'm getting too old for this shit, little sis. Life will be so much easier when you go welivetogether off to school welivetogether this fall...
A few miles down welivetogether the road welivetogether, her cell phone rang.
"Sullivan's, huh about? Gimme ten mia welivetogether minutes." Gina welivetogether frowned as she put the phone down. She was welivetogether pissed about having to turn around and head about back the welivetogether way she'd come, but welivetogether Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she welivetogether shook it off and decided she mia welivetogether was being paranoid.
"Uh-huh," Grace responded welivetogether. She was still tingling with the effects of the latest substance Erik had given her. She welivetogether felt lightheaded, dirty. She'd obviously slept in welivetogether this chair for several hours, and a gamy tang wafted up from her raver regalia. They were in an empty room, and the large window in front welivetogether of her was covered with a paper blind: it let sunlight in, but afforded no view from welivetogether outside. The walls welivetogether and floor were covered in plastic. She silently cursed the day Gina had made her watch The Silence of the Lambs welivetogether.
"You okay?" Gina asked.
"N-no."
"Long story. Let's welivetogether just say I know how you feel and leave it welivetogether at that. Anyway, lots welivetogether of people are probably already wondering where we are, and my car welivetogether is still welivetogether back at Sullivan's. It welivetogether won't welivetogether be long before folks start looking mia welivetogether for us."
"Don't you have like, a girlfriend?" Grace asked welivetogether. "Is this the only way you get any action?" she continued, with the raw impoliteness only a teenager could muster welivetogether. An welivetogether unfamiliar wave of hot welivetogether confusion rippled welivetogether through welivetogether her welivetogether as the new substance traversed her bloodstream.
The about lights whizzed around her, so she tried to welivetogether keep her eyes on her knees welivetogether, which peeked out from under her big nightshirt. The drug moved welivetogether like hot welivetogether molasses welivetogether through her bloodstream, making Gina lose her tenuous grip welivetogether on her fear, but she knew she welivetogether wouldn't slip completely out of control if she welivetogether didn't mia welivetogether look at the lights.
She was mia welivetogether starting to feel welivetogether a lot like she'd welivetogether eaten a hash brownie, which wasn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it was mellowing her out a little. If anything, it made her feel braver. As Erik stood over her, nursing his chewed up finger, she welivetogether pointedly ignored him.
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we'll come mia welivetogether back to you." He walked behind her, to welivetogether Grace.
Erik continued his quietly insistent verbal mia assault on her sister's welivetogether will. In her head, Gina went through welivetogether the vocals to about some welivetogether songs in her band's current set list, eyes squeezed shut, trying to picture the crowd at her welivetogether last show. Through the ropes, she continued to gauge Grace's welivetogether condition. Not welivetogether too good. She was welivetogether starting to squirm less mia and less welivetogether against his steady rubbing and pawing, starting to inch toward his hands welivetogether before they landed on her. Periodically Grace would whisper insults mia at welivetogether him welivetogether, but Gina knew she'd only lose control of her emotions if she paid too much attention.
"There about you go," Erik said, as if welivetogether Grace welivetogether were four years old. "Isn't that better?"
And those damned lights. They turned welivetogether every instant of welivetogether human contact into a weapon mia welivetogether - a blunt mia welivetogether object welivetogether that crashed down on her resistance again welivetogether and again. The man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the mia welivetogether idea mia of getting groped by her sister mia welivetogether was welivetogether just gross, but welivetogether the lights welivetogether kept her from being able welivetogether to fully welivetogether distinguish who they were. She breathed in slowly through welivetogether her nostrils welivetogether, and realized with some horror that her nipples welivetogether were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under welivetogether the weight of about her sister welivetogether's hips.
Moaning, she removed welivetogether herself from the sharp branches and found grass under welivetogether her feet. A perfectly manicured lawn welivetogether. The mia front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby, on welivetogether her mia welivetogether feet, hunched over and clutching her side welivetogether. Though Gina hurt all over mia and welivetogether she was bleeding a little, standing still was unbearable, so she launched herself forward, catching Grace on welivetogether her way out welivetogether of the yard. The two of them sprinted welivetogether off, into the middle of welivetogether the street.
He welivetogether turned welivetogether up the CD welivetogether player on the counter, trying to distract himself with some old Genesis. Peter Gabriel was belting out one mia welivetogether of his favorites:
The paper welivetogether on the windshield was plain and white welivetogether. Folded. She slipped it out welivetogether from under the wiper.
He about knew her well enough mia to welivetogether give her welivetogether face; he didn't reach out for her. "No prob. Should we tell Grace?"
"Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.
"Sullivan's, huh about? Gimme ten mia welivetogether minutes." Gina welivetogether frowned as she put the phone down. She was welivetogether pissed about having to turn around and head about back the welivetogether way she'd come, but welivetogether Grace sounded weird. Familiar weird. Her thoughts took an unpleasant turn, but she welivetogether shook it off and decided she mia welivetogether was being paranoid.
"Uh-huh," Grace responded welivetogether. She was still tingling with the effects of the latest substance Erik had given her. She welivetogether felt lightheaded, dirty. She'd obviously slept in welivetogether this chair for several hours, and a gamy tang wafted up from her raver regalia. They were in an empty room, and the large window in front welivetogether of her was covered with a paper blind: it let sunlight in, but afforded no view from welivetogether outside. The walls welivetogether and floor were covered in plastic. She silently cursed the day Gina had made her watch The Silence of the Lambs welivetogether.
"You okay?" Gina asked.
"N-no."
"Don't you have like, a girlfriend?" Grace asked welivetogether. "Is this the only way you get any action?" she continued, with the raw impoliteness only a teenager could muster welivetogether. An welivetogether unfamiliar wave of hot welivetogether confusion rippled welivetogether through welivetogether her welivetogether as the new substance traversed her bloodstream.
The about lights whizzed around her, so she tried to welivetogether keep her eyes on her knees welivetogether, which peeked out from under her big nightshirt. The drug moved welivetogether like hot welivetogether molasses welivetogether through her bloodstream, making Gina lose her tenuous grip welivetogether on her fear, but she knew she welivetogether wouldn't slip completely out of control if she welivetogether didn't mia welivetogether look at the lights.
Then he seemed to decide something. "Okay, we'll come mia welivetogether back to you." He walked behind her, to welivetogether Grace.
And those damned lights. They turned welivetogether every instant of welivetogether human contact into a weapon mia welivetogether - a blunt mia welivetogether object welivetogether that crashed down on her resistance again welivetogether and again. The man behind her was creepy and repellant, and the mia welivetogether idea mia of getting groped by her sister mia welivetogether was welivetogether just gross, but welivetogether the lights welivetogether kept her from being able welivetogether to fully welivetogether distinguish who they were. She breathed in slowly through welivetogether her nostrils welivetogether, and realized with some horror that her nipples welivetogether were stiffening under Grace's eager fingers. She decided instead to focus on her legs, rapidly going numb under welivetogether the weight of about her sister welivetogether's hips.
Moaning, she removed welivetogether herself from the sharp branches and found grass under welivetogether her feet. A perfectly manicured lawn welivetogether. The mia front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby, on welivetogether her mia welivetogether feet, hunched over and clutching her side welivetogether. Though Gina hurt all over mia and welivetogether she was bleeding a little, standing still was unbearable, so she launched herself forward, catching Grace on welivetogether her way out welivetogether of the yard. The two of them sprinted welivetogether off, into the middle of welivetogether the street.
He about knew her well enough mia to welivetogether give her welivetogether face; he didn't reach out for her. "No prob. Should we tell Grace?"
"Follow me, all right?" Gina asked as she opened her car door.