Chapter 2
The drive around the town, despite its small size, continued until well after dark. You find yourself parked outside a rather noisy part of town with a large sign with the words 'Turkey Point' written in white across the deep green wood. The sounds of music ring through the air loud and clear even over the roar of your engine, a kind of music you haven't heard in quite some time. It draws you to itself, the beat strong and pulsing through you like the blood through your veins. How could one such as you resist?
You sneak your way onto the property, amazed at the sight of so many people dressed and dancing in ways you've never seen even back in L.A. Up on a large wooden stage you notice Wanda, Pepper and Hatchet face standing with various instruments along with another male drape. Pepper begins a small, slow counting beat on the drums before her while her friends move along with the beat she's set. It takes mere moments for her beat to suddenly increase dramatically and from behind the stage curtain pops the one person you swore you weren't going to see tonight.
The sound of his guitar and voice are enough to send shivers through your system and with slow silent steps you begin to move ever closer to the stage. Crybaby looks beautiful under the lights and for a moment you forget you're trying to stay out of view, standing up from your crouched position behind some bushes. His eyes connect with yours, locking in on you as a very sensual smile spreads across his lips. The world stops, your breath hitches in your throat and still you feel yourself even more drawn to him as you continue to take small steps toward the stage.
The words flowing from between his lips have no meaning now as you feel your heart beat in time with the music. You're shocked out of your daze when a hand claps itself down onto your shoulder and you're shocked to find a woman smiling at you like she's known you for years. She's an older woman that dresses as though she's still a teenager and looks every inch a drape right down to her over done make-up.
"Well hey there, hunny," she yells at you from over the music. "You must be Eve. Crybaby told me you'd be coming to see the show tonight."
"A-and you are?" You reply worried about how Crybaby could've possibly known you were coming.
"Ramona Ricketts, sweet heart. I'm Crybaby's grandma and it's great to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Ricketts. Um, if you don't mind me asking how exactly did Crybaby know that I was coming here tonight? I just moved here and didn't even know that this place even existed until a few moments ago."
"Well that's a strange question for you to be askin'. How about you ask him yourself?"
"Ask me what, Grandma?" Crybaby asks from behind you.
The sound of his voice causes you to jump, the confusion you'd been feeling making you unaware to the fact that his show had ended. He smiles at your slight jump and immediately wraps an arm around your waist like he had earlier that day outside the school. This time the feelings are not so uncomfortable, rather the total opposite. With the amount of strange people surrounding you it feels like almost a relief to have him there beside you and that alone is confuses you. None the less you move just a little bit more into his touch and return his smile.
"You sing wonderfully, Mr. Walker. Now I still pose a question to you. How did you know I was coming tonight?" You inquire, nudging him slightly with your shoulder.
"Lucky guess, baby," he replies with a wink.
"And now that you have me here what do you plan on doing with me?"
Your seductive tone makes Ramona laugh loudly and smack her grandson on the back.
"You've found yourself a live one, Crybaby. I can only hope she's not impossible to handle."
"Me? Impossible?" You respond, faking an innocent tone. "Only if he gives me lip."
This invokes another loud laugh from Ramona and you feel proud to be able to get such a response out of a near total stranger. She leaves you then, moving over to talk with Pepper and Hatchet face, and you catch Crybaby staring down at you with a wicked smile on his face.
"Don't be too pleased with yourself, Crybaby. Just because I managed to find my way here doesn't mean I plan on staying."
"Come on, Evey, you know you want to hang. No one likes bad news and especially not with a classy chassis like you."
"Wow, someone thinks their smooth. Nice try, but no dice."
You move away from him quickly, trying to escape from sight by walking into the large crowd of dancers a few feet away. With only a few more steps to go before reaching your car you believe yourself to be home free when the area suddenly explodes in a display of lights and sirens. The urge to run is strong, but you quickly push it away and dash over to where you can see a portion of Crybaby's gang being shoved into the back of a squad car. Your name is called out by one of the uniformed officers and it takes you a minute to realize your father is the one speaking to you.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing? What did I tell you about arresting my friends?" You scream back at him, your hands placed firmly on your hips.
He looks confused for a moment, taking off his hat to scratch his head while being careful not to ruin his perfectly styled flat top10 haircut. Even back in California when he'd catch your gang doing something completely illegal, he still left the wool over his eyes and pretended everything was well and good. You pray that now is no different as you pretend to be angry at his 'intrusion' instead of scared his partner would mess up your rescue mission.
"Well gosh, I'm sorry, hunny. I didn't realize you'd made friends so fast. How nice of them to throw you a welcome to the neighborhood party," he finally replies, looking ashamed of himself.
"Forget it, okay? Will you just uncuff them and leave? You're embarrassing me."
He quickly does as you say, releasing his prisoners of war one by one. The last to be released is none other than Crybaby himself, and you laugh out loud when you see the disarray he's in. His hair has become loose from its binding grease and his coat obviously ripped from fighting off either your dad or his violent looking partner. When those chocolate orbs rest on you, he smiles widely and you can't help yourself.
"Hey Daddy? Can you leave him cuffed for me and just give me the keys? I would really like to see him learn his lesson," you request in your sweetest voice.
The color drains from Crybaby's face when your Dad hands you the small set of keys before crawling into his squad car and driving away. An evil grin spreads across your face as you watch the drape squirm, looking very uncomfortable in the metal hand cuffs and his eyes begging you to release him. After a few moments of silence he lets out a sigh of disgust.
"Are you gonna let me out of these or not?"
"Maybe… if you're good."
"And if I'm not?"
"Then we have a whole new set of problems."
Ramona walks up beside you, grinning at the predicament she's come to find her grandson in. With an arm thrown over your shoulder she basks in the beauty of the situation before speaking.
"It was sweet what you did for the gang tonight, but what did he do to stay cuffed?"
"Gave me lip."
