Author's note:
Well, here's Chapter 10, hope you guys like it. By the way, if any of you don't remember, Clyde is Sam's ouija board. If you don't know what a ouija board is, then look it up on Wikipedia or Google or some other search engine.
Warning: Mild dream-rape sequence close to the end of the chapter, so don't let your little siblings see it!!
-Becky
Back at Debbie's house
"Thanks a lot, Debbie! Why didn't you just drag me outside and have me strip for their amusement?!"
"What? What did I do?" Debbie asked, not understanding the reason for the tone of sarcasm in Lou's voice.
"You know exactly what you did: you've ruined my respectable reputation as a tomboy!" Lou snapped bitterly.
"Um, Lou, what reputation? None of the women in this town take you seriously. As for the men, well, they don't really care-"
"Get it into your frickin' stupid head of orchestrated curls that maybe I don't care whether they take me seriously or not."
The earlier part had hit Debbie hard: she turned pale, and then her cheeks progressively turned red in anger.
"My head is not stupid, and my curls are not conducted like a symphony; they're just naturally like that." She claimed all the while stroking the curls stopping just below her shoulders.
"Ask R- I mean, you-know-who, what he thinks of them; I'm sure he'll just go and say that they're the most beautiful curls he has ever seen in his life, then kneel down on his knees and ask you to be his." Lou said mockingly with a smile.
"Okay, Lou: I won't manicure up your face again-well maybe before parties and bops-but just as long as you stop tormenting me about him!"
"Okay Debs, you've got a deal, but just don't overdo it-"
"Besides, the boys thought you looked nice, and personally, I'm impressed with your beauty capability."
She leaned in and whispered something that made the hair on Lou's back stand up.
"Teddy couldn't take his eyes off you, could he?"
Lou's face blanched, and then she bolted out of Debbie's bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. Jimmie approached Debbie, who was watching as Lou ran in through the bathroom door, where prominent gagging noises and the sound of running water could be heard. Obviously, Lou was quite disgusted by what Debbie had just reminded her of.
"Deb, do you know what you've just done?"
"No; what have I done?" Debbie asked curiously.
Out off nowhere, Jimmie brought out a balled fist and socked the top of Debbie's head.
"Ow! That hurt! What the hell was that for?!"
"You idiot: now she's gonna be raped in her nightmares thanks to you and your big mouth!"
"Oh, don't exaggerate."
"Trust me; I'm not."
Debbie opened her mouth, and then closed it in a sigh.
"I just hope that it doesn't interfere with her train of thought," Sam said worriedly as she sat back down, this time in front of Clyde, the Ouija Board. An idea came in through her thoughts.
"Hey guys, come over here so we can ask Clyde a couple things."
Jimmie and Debbie glanced at each other before nodding and sitting down on Debbie's rose carpeted-floor.
Jimmie switched off the lamp, causing Clyde to glow in the dark. The three girls anxiously pressed their fingers to the triangular planchette.
"Hi Clyde, how are you?"
The tab moved across the board several times, spelling F-I-N-E.
"Okay Clyde, we got several questions for you," Debbie took a deep breath before asking "was showing Lou all fixed up to the boys a good idea?"
The tab moved again, spelling O-F-C-O-U-R-S-E-N-O-T-Y-O-U-D-I-M-W-I-T.
Debbie looked rather offended, but Sam continued.
"Just by looking at her, did Teddy want to do stuff with Lou, like making out?"
D-U-H.
Debbie then went into a clean fit of giggles as a look of utter disgust made its way onto Jimmie's face.
Then the Ouija Board moved of its own accord; it was not asked a question this time.
It spelled D-R-E-A-M-S-O-F-R-A-P-E-A-R-E-H-I-G-H-L-Y-P-R-O-B-A-B-L-E.
"Hmm," Jimmie muttered, "is this all Debbie's fault?"
In less than five seconds, the dial moved to the YES. Sam was beginning to get really nervous.
"Will these dreams be very real, as in she'll wake up sweating and shit?" she asked, while the moisture was building up between her fingertips and the dial.
The answer was bone-chilling; MORE REAL AND MORE TERRIFYING THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE (A.N.: I'm not putting dashes between the letters here 'cause it would take too long, and it would take forever for you guys to decipher it).
The three girls looked to each other, and then all of a sudden began screaming bloody murder (not literally, and yes, Jimmie screamed this time).
The door burst open, and Lou ran in with her toothbrush in her mouth.
"Wos' hoppineeng'?" she asked, her mouth full of toothpaste.
"What?!"
Realizing her mistake, Lou sped back to the bathroom, spat out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth, and then bolted back to Debbie's room.
"What happened?"
"Oh, so that's what you said." Sam remarked.
"No duh, so what the hell is going on in here?"
"N-nothing," Debbie started, "it's just that Clyde said that-"
"-Clyde said that Mr. Tomato-Head wants to make out with Miss Lemon-Lime!" Sam completed before Debbie could say anything possibly taintful.
Lou stared at the three girls huddled together, eyeing her intently as if she was a goldfish in a bowl.
"Guess we should put Clyde back now." Debbie was about to put Clyde back in his cardboard box, but Lou stopped her.
"Hang on," she stated with a slightly stern tone in her voice, "lemme ask Clyde a little something."
She sat down and pressed her fingertips onto the dial, nodding for Jimmie to do the same. Jimmie did so reluctantly.
"Hey, Clyde, are they telling me the truth?"
The dial quickly moved to the NO.
"Hmm," she glanced up at her friends, whom were looking extremely uneasy, "can you give me one word associated with what they were talking about?"
The dial moved to spell B-E-D-S-E-X.
Lou's jaw dropped, and then she just shook her head, not wanting to discuss the subject any further.
"Okay, moving on from that awkward matter, is there anything you want to say to Jimmie right now, and if so, what?"
The dial moved around the board to spell I-S-T-I-L-L-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U.
The reaction was almost immediate; Jimmie yelled in shock as her friends burst out laughing, clutching their sides and gasping for air.
"You stupid Goddamned board!" Jimmie cried out, throwing herself onto her sleeping bag, burying her face into her pillow as the others continued laughing.
Debbie glanced at her clock, which now read 11:42 PM.
"Let's go to sleep; I'm kind of tired," she said as she slid into her sleeping bag.
"Goodnight, everyone," Lou whispered softly.
"'Night," Jimmie mumbled.
"Sweet dreams and happy thoughts," Sam chuckled.
"Now I'm gonna have nightmares," Jimmie rolled her eyes.
Lou snickered as she poked Jimmie at the back of the head.
"Ouch."
"Hey, Sam?" Debbie rolled onto her side.
"Yeah?"
"D' you think that he likes me? 'Cause the other day I had to walk alone and he offered to walk me halfway."
"It's possible; to tell you the truth I really don't know." Sam muttered as her eyelids fluttered closed.
As for Lou, her head was spinning with thoughts and recollections. Her mind soon became dizzy, so it was rather easy for her to quickly drift off to sleep…
She was all alone in a forest, and then a voice spoke up from behind her.
"Lou."
It was bone chilling and for some reason familiar.
All of a sudden she was pushed against a tree and a cloth was shoved into her mouth. As she reached to remove it, the aggressor had seized her wrists and quickly tied them together, shortly later tying them to the trunk above her head.
It was too dark for her to recognize who it was. She felt scared and endangered.
The person unbuttoned Lou's shirt and pulled down her pants below her knees, and as the person approached Lou, she realized what was going to happen.
Before she could fight it off in any way, however, the person immediately positioned themselves and pushed into her repeatedly. As it became more painful and things around her became fuzzier, maniacal laughter erupted from the rapist as he continued to torture Lou endlessly at the hands of his reckless and selfish lust…
Lou shot up and began breathing heavily, nearly almost hyperventilating. She felt the back of the neck; it was sweaty. Massaging her neck, she gulped and gasped for air. As she adjusted into a more comfortable, a sharp sting went through her legs, as if they had been severely electrocuted.
I'll probably forget about it in the morning if I go back to sleep, she thought to herself as she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, although this time it was harder for her to rid herself of the haunting voice that was echoing through her mind.
Lou. Lou. Lou, come back to me. Come back. Come back, it taunted her as she grasped the side of her head as an attempt to force the sound out of her mind. She was scared that this might actually be a real person, and there was only one person who it could have possibly been; Teddy Duchamp.