01-04-2019, 11:33 AM
"I told him I didn't want to. Like every fucking cop in town isn't gonna say "hey, ain't that Wade Parker's daughter lurking around the loading dock at midnight?" The other guys agreed and called it off until Benny gets out, but he still says it's my fault for not going along. He hit me every time we stopped all the way from the bar to the store. Said I was useless and he'd be better off if I was dead. When he got back to the car, he'd bought trash bags and duct tape with his whiskey and put them in the trunk. I know he's got a shovel back there. When he turned right go out of town instead of left to go home, I thought 'He's really going to do it this time. He's driving me out to the marsh to kill me and bury me.' I... I jumped out... and I ran here..." The tears returned.
Troy put his arm around Helen while Julie held the hand on her other side. The three of them sat like that for a few minutes, Julie and Troy looking at each other and seeming to have a very intense conversation entirely via facial expressions throughout.
Flashing lights could be seen outside the garage window as the "BOOP BOOP" of a security officer siren being turned on and off again blared from the street.
"I'd better go talk to them," Troy said as he got up. The two girls nodded. Helen knew that the two of them had a way of talking to adults that caused them to be taken more seriously than she ever could. He went out the front door of the house rather than open the garage door and let Helen's dad see her inside. As the door opened, the shouting outside became briefly intelligible.
"I'm not ON that wrinkly old goat-fucker's lawn, I'm on the FUCKING STREET and he's hiding that little bitch! Why aren't you kicking his door down?"
"Mr. Parker? Wade, you're drunk. Why don't you come back over by our car and we'll talk about this?"
"FUCKING talk about? That's MY daughter in there! I pay for her fucking whore clothes, I pay for..."
The door mercifully closed. Helen looked questioningly down at her outfit and up again at Julie, her eyes full of tears once more. Julie got up and put her arms around her, kissing Helen on the forehead. Helen looked up and pulled Julie's face down to hers and they kissed on the lips for a moment before Julie sat back down, taking hold of her hand again.
"Helena," Julie said at last. "It sounds like he's going to spend the weekend in jail and you're spending it with us. And me and Troy have been talking about something a lot lately: Someday, you're gonna be running here or my house and he'll catch you first. Or nobody'll be home, and who knows what he'll do then?"
With all the boys gone, Julie took half a cigarette out of her coat pocket and lit it with a lighter that had been left next to an ash tray on the table, taking a couple of puffs before handing it to Helen. With Troy talking outside, the shouting was quieting down.
"What Troy's doing out there now? That's a special, secret thing that me and him know how to do. And we think it'll save your life if we teach it to you too."
Helen looked confused. She knew they both seemed to have a way of putting things that made whatever they wanted to do sound like the coolest idea ever, but had no idea what Julie was talking about. Julie saw the look and continued with a smile.
"I know you don't get it now, but trust me. This weekend's gonna change a LOT of things for you!"
* * *
Troy put his arm around Helen while Julie held the hand on her other side. The three of them sat like that for a few minutes, Julie and Troy looking at each other and seeming to have a very intense conversation entirely via facial expressions throughout.
Flashing lights could be seen outside the garage window as the "BOOP BOOP" of a security officer siren being turned on and off again blared from the street.
"I'd better go talk to them," Troy said as he got up. The two girls nodded. Helen knew that the two of them had a way of talking to adults that caused them to be taken more seriously than she ever could. He went out the front door of the house rather than open the garage door and let Helen's dad see her inside. As the door opened, the shouting outside became briefly intelligible.
"I'm not ON that wrinkly old goat-fucker's lawn, I'm on the FUCKING STREET and he's hiding that little bitch! Why aren't you kicking his door down?"
"Mr. Parker? Wade, you're drunk. Why don't you come back over by our car and we'll talk about this?"
"FUCKING talk about? That's MY daughter in there! I pay for her fucking whore clothes, I pay for..."
The door mercifully closed. Helen looked questioningly down at her outfit and up again at Julie, her eyes full of tears once more. Julie got up and put her arms around her, kissing Helen on the forehead. Helen looked up and pulled Julie's face down to hers and they kissed on the lips for a moment before Julie sat back down, taking hold of her hand again.
"Helena," Julie said at last. "It sounds like he's going to spend the weekend in jail and you're spending it with us. And me and Troy have been talking about something a lot lately: Someday, you're gonna be running here or my house and he'll catch you first. Or nobody'll be home, and who knows what he'll do then?"
With all the boys gone, Julie took half a cigarette out of her coat pocket and lit it with a lighter that had been left next to an ash tray on the table, taking a couple of puffs before handing it to Helen. With Troy talking outside, the shouting was quieting down.
"What Troy's doing out there now? That's a special, secret thing that me and him know how to do. And we think it'll save your life if we teach it to you too."
Helen looked confused. She knew they both seemed to have a way of putting things that made whatever they wanted to do sound like the coolest idea ever, but had no idea what Julie was talking about. Julie saw the look and continued with a smile.
"I know you don't get it now, but trust me. This weekend's gonna change a LOT of things for you!"
* * *
Like, Comment and Give Rating.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)