Richard collapsed on top of Amy, sweaty, exhausted, and truly in awe over how happy he felt. The two had barley made it to the bedroom, and for the last eighteen hours, they had done nothing but have sex. For Richard this was a world record. His balls ached, and his head pounded, as he laid on top of Amy, still deeply inside of her, feeling her own heat pulse off her like a furnace. Laying there, Richard tried to catch his breath as Amy slowly slid her arms around him, slowly running the palms of her hands against his warm smooth skin. The ceiling fan overhead twirled, as Amy stared up, her new diamond earrings on, sparking. Finally Richard leaned down, hungrily kissing her before carefully pulling out. Rolling over, he went to reach down and peel it off, when his hand grazed down against his shaft and found nothing,
Raising an eyebrow, he looked down, and saw that the condom had blown open. His semen was all over the front of himself, making him lean down a bit and closely examine the ruined remains of the rubber. Sighing, in all his years he had never had one break before. Still, at the rate they were going, he wasn't that surprised to see it had happened. In fact, this condom had been used twice in a row. Richard was proud over the fact he could get hard quite easily, even if it was back to back. Frowning, he glanced over as Amy, glasses off, laying in an aftermath of sex haze and glow. She lazily smiled up at the ceiling, totally unaware of what was happening. Smiling, he reached over, gently using his hand to slide down between her two partly spread legs. Instantly Amy smiled, closing her eyes.
"Gotta give me a second...I need a breather."'
Richard smiled, before bringing his hand back. Instantly he saw his fingers, slick with his spunk. Frowning, he knew he had finished inside of her. At first thought, he was ready to tell her. Have her keep calm, and tell her they could head to the drug store tomorrow for plan B. Instead, he thought about Linda.
He remembered how angry he was when she left for school. How relieved he felt when she returned. How insanely jealous he got whenever anybody so much as looked at her. He couldn't believe the rage he felt when he walked through the backdoor, and found that filthy bastard trying to touch her. He sensed something was wrong. He saw it in the text messages. He hurried back, found the front door locked, and circled around to find them in the kitchen. Maybe he could knock Amy up. Sure she was just a kid, but he could take care of her...
"Just like when you took care of Linda..."
His mind reminded him.
Sitting up, hating that voice, he swung his legs off the bed, and stared down, grabbing some of the sheet to clean himself up with.
"I gotta go grab a pack of smokes...you need anything?"
Amy stretched, and looked up smiling.
"I'm good...wait, can you get me a Pepsi?"
Richard reached down, grabbing his jeans and pulling them over his skinny hips. Zipping his fly, he circled around, leaned down and kissed her.
"You got it kid."
Walking away from her, he controlled the look of sadness that had now washed over his face.
Later...
Richard returned, to find Amy wearing one of his shirts, sitting Indian style on the bed, looking at her phone. Smiling, he handed her the cracked open Pepsi, with the Plan B crushed up in it. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. He had weighed the options, even laughing at himself that she probably wasn't even pregnant. Still, why ruin Amy's future by lying? A scare was a scare. He hated children, with a passion, but believed he would love his own. He never saw himself as having a family, but promised himself if it ever happened, he wouldn't do to them what his mother and grandparents had done to him. No, he wouldn't leave them behind...
He didn't know if he could have enough room of whatever was left of his heart for anyone besides Amy. It was hard enough to convince himself that there could be anyone after Linda. Still, the whole ride home he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to get Amy pregnant. He wasn't too sure if her father would approve? Everything could come crashing down, and ruin both of their life's. But in Richard's fantasy he didn't think of any problems. He just thought of how adorable Amy would look, big belly, waddling around, having trouble sitting down. He thought of how happy they could be. That officially she would be his. There wouldn't be that lingering fear of her father moving her away, or her meeting someone else if she went off to school. No, they would be connected forever. He could see having either a son or a daughter, with Amy's good looks, and his good vision, even though the thought of a baby with glasses like Amy made him shake his head at the stupid grin that formed over his face. What made the grin fade was when a horrible cold thought entered his mind.
What if she died?"
He could see it now, what if there were problems with the pregnancy? What if she died having it? He honestly believed he would kill the baby if he thought it was responsible for doing so. That's when he knew he made up his mind. He wanted to marry Amy, made her his...but he would never even risk the possibility. He was sure someday, years from now she might want a family...but he couldn't risk it. So as he pulled up in front of the cabin, he ripped open the plan B box, popped out the tiny pill and crushed it, putting it into the Pepsi he had gotten for Amy. Shoving the bag and torn box at the bottom of the garage, he let himself in and found her sitting in bed. Crawling over, he handed her the Pepsi, and watched her carefully gulp it down. Smiling, he rubbed her bare leg.
"Your dad call?"
"Yeah, he left a voicemail. Just checking in. Seeing if the guy for the kitchen sink came over..."
Laughing, she shook her head and tossed down her phone. Smiling, she touched her earlobes, where her earrings sparkled.
"Just wait until I tell him I'm engaged."
Richard grinned.
"Do you wanna tell?"
Amy, deep in thought touched her earlobes, and shrugged.
"I know this sounds messed up. But Maybe we outta wait. Trust me...I'm happy...like insanely happy, but I'm not eighteen yet. It's a while off...but I'll be damned if my father gets upset and tries getting you for statutory rape. I doubt he would do that, Hell, he might be thrilled...God knows he sucks up to your grandfather enough...but you never know."
"What if he tries to move you before then?"
"I told him, I want to stay until I graduate...after that it's my choice. It's about a year away...but if you can wait I can wait. After that I say we run...don't walk to the justice of the peace and get married."
Richard grinned.
"If that's what you want?"
Amy smiled, finishing the rest of her Pepsi, totally unaware as she placed the can down on the nightstand. Leaning in, she deeply kissed him. Richard counted himself lucky, she hadn't tasted anything. When the kiss broke, she smiled, and fixed her glasses, staring deeply into his eyes.
"I want to marry you right now, but we have to be smart about this..."
Richard then grinned.
"I can get you a ring?"
Amy laughed and touched her ears again smiling.
"These will do this fine until then. I love them."
Richard smiled, staring at her before sighing.
"I'm going to take care of you. When my grandfather dies I get everything. I'll sell the hotel and everything off and we can move up to Canada. Just the two of us."
"I know...we're take care of each other. Just remember, money doesn't matter to me. I just need you Richard."
"I need to show you something then...the only person who I showed this to was Linda..."
"What is it?"
Richard got up, and left the room for a second. When he returned, he was holding the photograph of Cooper. Sighing, he plopped down next to her.
"I trust you Amy, and if we're really going to do this I need to be honest about everything."
Amy leaned over, kissing his skinny shoulder blade, before looking down at the photo.
"Who's that?"
"My dad."
Amy looked up raising an eyebrow.
"I thought you said..."
Richard shook his head.
"I have to be completely honest with you...about my mom, and how I'm convinced this is the man who raped my mother and got me pregnant."
Amy sat there, eyes seriously before nodding, slowly taking the photograph and closely staring down at it. Sighing, she looked up.
"Okay...tell me."
Later...
Richard talked for nearly an hour, chain smoking as he did so. Amy listened, allowing him to lay everything out for her, listening as his words flooded out, full of emotion, anger, and sadness. He told her about what he overheard his grandmother say, how she was convinced Agent Cooper had raped her mother, while his grandfather dismissed this, and claimed that he had suspected they had an affair. He talked about what he had been able to dig up online. About the case Agent Cooper had been assigned to when he came to town. How he stayed at the Great Northern, the bank explosion, his mother being hospitalized, her coma, and Cooper leaving town after this big affair happened at The Miss Twin Peaks contest at the Roadhouse. He reached under the bed, opened up the lockbox he kept, and showed her all of the newspaper clippings, and articles he kept. He talked about his mother, her shop, how she never spoke about who his father was, and her marriage to Charlie, an accountant. He talked about her disappearance, and how his grandparents, including the police dismissed it as her having a mental breakdown and just leaving town, while he knew something bad had happened. How he believed something bad had happened to her, maybe she did leave...maybe she was dead, but it knew it had to do with Cooper leaving her. He showed how he discovered his mother had hired private investigators to try and locate where Cooper had gone, and how he hired his own trying to find where the trails had gone cold on both Cooper and his mother.
"Do you think they are together?"
Richard glared down at the photo.
"I don't think so...but I want to find the fucker and let me know what he did to us...what he did to her."
Amy rubbed his back, before leaning her head against his.
"I'm so sorry..."
Richard nodded, glad she didn't think he was insane. Instead, she squeezed his hand, petting his hair back, staring down at the photograph of Cooper.
"How can I help?"
Richard turned looking at her.
"Huh?"
Amy stared.
"What can I do to help? You're still trying to find him. FBI say anything? You said he was last scene in 1991? The trail then ran cold. He left the agency...nobody has seen or heard from him. If you think he's still alive, maybe he is with your mom. I mean I can keep looking, I have plenty in savings so maybe we can pool some money together and hire another..."
"You'll help me?"
Amy stared up at him.
"Of course. You're my fiancé' after all."
Staring down at her, Richard felt so much love for Amy at this exact moment, he didn't think it was possible. Leaning down, he scooped her face up in his hands, staring, before plunging his mouth against hers. Both franticly began undressing. Both completely unaware that their time together was shorter than they thought.
The empty Pepsi can sat on the nightstand. Richard would learn much latter, the plan B hadn't worked. It was as if fate itself wanted to break his heart as much as possible after everything came crashing down. As he gently lowered her against the bed, pulling her shirt up, and moaning in-between kisses, the photograph of Cooper laid staring up right beside them.
Elsewhere...
Stephen knew he needed money, and needed it fast. Becky was being a royal pain in the ass. They were behind on rent, and this close to getting thrown out. Stephen forced Becky to wear a tight blouse and go give some sob story to that old ass owner of the park. That only brought them a little bit of time since Stephen knew the wrinkled old prick hated him. He made her ask for money by both of her parents, but besides a few hundred, Becky came back with squat. He had been taking it out on her, suspecting that she hadn't even really asked her daddy since she was embarrassed and didn't want him to know how bad they actually were. Stephen tried getting her to pawn her engagement ring, a cheap little thing, but Becky flew off the handle. He had been fighting with her a lot lately, and smacking her around. He was smart though, keeping the bruises where nobody could see.
He needed a hit, and needed it badly.
Head pounding, he thought of Gersten. He wondered if she would help.
He had his gun, and thought about the ski mask. If he was going to do it, he needed to be smart about it. He owed big to his dealer, and needed to make sure he got at least three grand. Thinking of the local businesses, he rubbed his unshaven chin, and glared with bloodshot eyes out his trailer window.
Suddenly an idea came to him. Grinning, he stared out totally unaware that he was going to ruin Richard Horne's life for the second time very soon.
Before...
Audrey was above the convenience store, trapped. When she first came to, she was in a dark room surrounded by filthy men who looked like lumberjacks. She was hurt, frightened, and just wanted to escape and find Richard. She saw the wallpaper was dark and flowered, and there were dozens of those men, their faces dark, their eyes dead.
She screamed, scrambling onto the wooden floor, running out before stumbling into another room. A giant black kettle like thing sat there, smoking. A voice with a Southern accent came, as the sound of gears rolling came.
"He's going to trap you...he may need you can that baby he put inside of you one day. He's going to preserve you."
"What?!"
Audrey asked, tears filling her eyes. That's when she heard footsteps, turning, she saw the man who looked like Cooper, only now she understood this wasn't Cooper. This was something worse. His eyes were black, like the devil. Staring, she stood frozen.
"Who are you?!"
The man grinned, and the room went dark.
When the lights came up, they were bright, blinding almost. She was in a plain white room, dressed in a plain white hospital gown, her stomach suddenly large, as if she was nine months pregnant.
No, this wasn't possible. She couldn't be pregnant. After Richard she was unable to have anymore children. This couldn't be happening. Looking around, her large blue eyes frightened tried searching for a way out.
She was trapped.
All that there was...a mirror, sitting up on a plain white table.
She slowly approached it, and looked at her frightened reflection.
How could this have happened? Was she dead?" Her thoughts went to Richard. Her baby...she had to get out of her and protect him. Hands sliding to her pregnant stomach, she knew something as wrong. Whatever this man was, he wasn't Cooper. That's when she froze, staring at her reflection, hearing her name and becoming lost in a trance...
A trace she would remain it for nearly fifteen years.