CHAPTER FOUR
Angelica woke up hungover but decided to go to a seated class anyway. She did most of her assignments online, pulling average grades in her few classes. She couldn't remember her degree or what she wanted to do with her life anymore, but campus life provided her a place to mingle with the general population, a population of partiers.
But as she got to campus, she knew who she was looking for. With her sunglasses on she roamed through the library's upstairs study rooms. Most rooms were empty because it was only nine a.m., but she knew he would be here.
On the fourth floor, Angelica found him. Jackson was sitting alone in a room devoid of most items and all color, a book spread before him and a notebook beside him. He would flip pages for a while then jot something down in the notebook, then he'd start reading again.
Angelica grinned and stepped away from the viewing window to check her purse. She'd found a bike lock on the bus seat next to her and kept it for later. She did this often, taking stray pens or flashdrives, whatever people had left behind. Now she had something to do with the lock and the handcuffs she'd stolen from a campus cop after a romp with him to get out of a drunk and disorderly charge.
She kicked the door in, making Jackson jump. He eyed her carefully then sneered as he remembered.
"Nice to see you too," Angelica grinned, swinging the lock and hitting him against the temple. He fell out of his chair from the blow but wasn't knocked out. Angelica didn't mind this because he was out enough to get the cuffs against his wrists. She used the bike lock for his legs, wrapping his calves together as tightly as she could.
"What the fuck do you want with me?" Jackson demanded, blood pouring down from a scratch the lock caused.
Angelica shrugged, "I guess a good time. Time for me to cum for real, and to pay you back for taking advantage of me. You better be glad I have a sick mind or I'd report you. The cops here like me," Angelica grinned, pulling at the cuffs, "which is lucky for you because I forgot to get the key."
"What are you going to do?"
"Shut the fuck up and you'll find out," Angelica said firmly, pulling down his pants. His flaccid penis was tiny, sitting on top of his balls like a kid playing on a jungle gym. Angelica laughed, "Did you use something else on me?"
"What do you care?"
"I'm going to take that as a yes," Angelica said, looking through her purse. She laughed as she pulled out an old water bottle and a small tub of Vaseline. Jackson was visibly shaken and tried to argue, but Angelica had the power here.
After swabbing the bottle with the Vaseline, she started to make her move. Jackson protested but Angelica decided it was worth it. She let him cry out as she shoved the bottle, working it into his tight anus as tears streamed down his cheeks. Once the bottle was mostly in, she tried to pull it out but the Vaseline caused her fingers to slip. She tried a few more times then gave up, standing over Jackson with a smile on her face.
"This is what you get for raping me, and probably countless others," Angelica grinned, snapping a picture and posting it online. She then left the room, crossing over to a bathroom to wash up. Sunglasses still on, she headed to her seated class, happy to be with other students, namely so she could hear about the viral picture and how the campus police still couldn't find where the victim was. Judging by the number of girls glad to see him like this, Angelica was right about him, and she was happy to be of service.
She just wished it made her feel better about that night.
Lil entered the nurse's office feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. For the last week she'd had to fake-eat meals to cover the fact that most of it wouldn't stay down in the morning. She grazed at night to keep her stomach semi-full but not too full to make her throw up. It was a delicate balance but she was learning.
She'd also stopped taking her birth control pills. She knew that she was pregnant without a stupid pee test to tell her, but she still needed to know for sure just in case. Not many teenaged girls fell ill the way she had, who were as sexually active as she was, with something other than "carrying a baby inside me" and she knew it. If she really was sick-sick, it would've manifested years ago.
The nurse was wearing pink scrubs when Lil entered her office. There was a bag with the school's crest on the front on her desk filled with pamphlets and other items. Lil tried to ignore it as she took a seat on a rolling stool. The nurse sat in a hard chair behind the desk.
"I think you remember why you're here. You weren't here for alcohol poisoning like some people," she winked. Lil couldn't help but smile, remembering her first trip and how she nearly crossed paths with another girl who sounded worse off. She must be the poisoning patient, but in an area like theirs, it could really be anyone.
The nurse continued, "We've gotten your test results back and you are pregnant. I've gathered some information to help you through this time because I know you must feel overwhelmed."
"Is there anything in there to help you tell your parents?" Lil asked with a weak voice.
"No," the nurse said flatly, "but the health department will assign you a social worker. It's a new program to help teenaged mothers in the area through these tough times. They can help you in any way that you need help, from abortion counseling to adoption, plus personal things as well. They can assist you in telling your parents, but if you want to do this completely on your own, they can help you get into certain programs to make it easier."
Lil shook her head, "They won't make me leave. Mom says her parents are always asking about grandchildren. I guess they'll have one now, and they'll be happy about it. I just don't know what to say."
"Honesty is always the best policy," the nurse smiled. It was supposed to be friendly, but Lil knew this wasn't the time for honesty. 'Hey, Mom and Dad, I'm pregnant and it's probably Phil's,' wasn't something anyone wanted to hear.
"I was on the pill. Is there something to explain that to them?" Lil questioned, changing the subject.
"Yes, I've included some birth control pamphlets. I find them to be intrusive, especially for girls like yourself who were playing it safe, but they are a requirement from the school board's policies. I have to hand them out, and I at some point have to give you another sex talk."
"Condoms go over the banana," Lil whispered, mimicking the movement with her hands, "and birth control pills should be taken at the same time every day. Shots are easier. Abstinence is best."
"Talk covered," the nurse nodded, making a note on her chart.
Lil sighed, "And the health department can assign me a doctor if I need one?"
"Yes, they can, but it's best to use your parents' insurance if they have any and can afford it. These are special programs meant to make things easier, and meant to get you the care you need. You came in complaining of nausea and vomiting, so you'll need to watch your intake to remain within healthy levels. You'll also need to get prenatal vitamins whenever you can. You need to do what you can now that you're going to be a mother, even if you don't want it," the nurse said calmly. She'd definitely done this before.
Lil shook her head, "I think I'll keep it. I can't bear the thought of a child never knowing its mother, especially my child. Thanks, and...looks like I have a speech to make at home," Lil sighed as the bell rang. Lil left without caring who saw her, but thankfully only Phil was nearby. When he saw her he stopped.
"So?" he asked.
Lil nodded, "It's exactly what we thought. Looks like I'm going to be a mom."
The twins heard a thud behind them and turned to see Henry passed out. The nurse also heard and stepped outside to see what happened. With the help of the twins, they pulled him into the nurse's office and helped him onto a low cot.
"What happened?" the nurse asked firmly.
"I guess he heard the news," Lil shrugged. "Henry is the father," she said with so much conviction she believed it. But deep down, she knew this baby would never be Henry's and probably wasn't. If it was, then miracles existed, but Lil knew. She just knew she couldn't say anything.
"I'll let him sleep it off then I'll chat with him. Do you need to stay?" the nurse asked.
Lil shook her head, "He'll be fine. I was thinking of dumping him anyway. He's been asking me about sex so much since our first time. I guess now he sees why we shouldn't have done it without a condom."
The nurse agreed without saying anything. The twins left the office and moved to a quiet corner. They then diverted to their made-up language, something they hadn't used in several years but still remembered without thinking.
"Do you think it's true? Henry dad?" Phil asked.
Lil shook her head, "No, it's yours. I know it is."
"But Henry can take the fall?" Phil inquired, smiling as Lil nodded. Their secret was their own, and both were happy about this.
The story about the history teacher fucking his student didn't get out, not that the administration could do much about it. But the story of Kira cussing him out had gotten around, and Kimi was embarrassed. As she ate lunch with Chuckie and Tommy, she could feel the eyes upon her. Everyone knew what had happened in there, at least the rumormill version, and she knew people looked down on her.
Kimi threw down her sandwich, "I can't believe Mom would ever do such a thing. First she controls my life from the second I'm born, and now she's making a fool of me in public! Someone says she dropped her dress for him and tried to fuck him to get me my A!" Kimi hissed.
"Do you think she really did that? This is Kira we're talking about," Tommy grinned. Kimi's death glare was enough of a response. Tommy shifted, "Okay, so maybe she did. I don't think it's going to ruin anything. I still love you, and I don't think the others were really being friendly with you. I think they just wanted to cheat off your homework."
"Attention is attention," Kimi pouted, shoving a chip in her mouth and eying her applesauce. She wanted to throw the whole tray against the wall, but she stuck with taking a spoon and flicking it into the wall behind Tommy. The ammo landed with a satisfying SPLAT!
"Feel better?" Tommy grinned.
"No!" Kimi spat, sighing, "I'm sorry, I am, but this is too much for me. I have a year of high school left, then I'm outta here. I'm going off to college, getting an apartment, but if you think I'm actually going, you're dead wrong."
"What about me?" Chuckie asked. She could hear the resentment in his voice, but the sadness as well. Chuckie was always being left out by their mother, and she could feel the tension.
"You should come too. It's her fault that you and I aren't equals. We only spend time together now because you're best friends with my boyfriend and best friend. If it weren't for Tommy, we'd be sworn enemies, and it's her fault. I never wanted that, ever, but look at where we are. It's her fault and I hate her!" Kimi spat.
"I've been trying to talk to Dad but he doesn't care anymore. He's whipped," Chuckie murmured, pulling a notebook out of his bag, "I've been having dark thoughts that I don't know what to do with."
"You've been thinking about killing her?" Tommy asked in a low voice. Chuckie nodded sadly, but Kimi grinned like the cat who ate the canary. Tommy noticed and shifted uncomfortably, "You too?"
"What do you think? I'm tired of being a slave in my own house and watching her destroy everyone else's lives. I don't want to do it though, but if Chuckie feels up to it, I'm on his side. Besides, we're minors. And even if he gets charged as an adult, my testimony could help it not be as bad. He could get a real education in prison and probably meet real friends. He can't do that now, not with the way Kira is. She won't even give him an allowance so he can go out!"
"Then how do you get your movie money?" Tommy asked. Chuckie pulled out another notebook full of sketches. They were modern pin-ups of girls in bondage, girls fucking other girls, and giant veiny cocks. Tommy nodded in understanding, "You sell these for extra cash. How much?"
"Requests go for more. I made twenty dollars off a lesbian couple who wanted to pose for me. We did in the gym and they had sex right in front of me. It's been pretty awesome," Chuckie grinned, turning to Kimi, "but it doesn't make up for anything. I forgot you felt the same way."
"I've always felt this way, and like I said, if you do something about it, I won't stop you. You're my brother. She might be my mother and you're only with me because of the marriage, but we're both suffering. Sometimes blood isn't thicker than water," Kimi said firmly as the bell chimed.
The boys took their trays to the window but Kimi threw hers at the wall, not caring who saw as she sauntered out of the cafeteria and back to class.