Chapter 12: Chapter Twelve
Sarah burst out of the cafeteria and ran straight into George and Marty McFly. Marty?
Sarah stopped as the two men wrapped her arms around her, steadying the tearful woman as she stared in utter amazement at Marty.
"Marlene?" George asked in his whispy voice. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah…" her voice was a million miles away as she blinked at Marty.
"I'll let you and Calvin talk then," he said. He was used to being the wingman; the one who didn't get the girl. Calvin Klein was helping him get Lorraine, if he wanted to date Marlene, a girl who had been linked to Biff, that was Calvin's funeral.
When George was gone, Marty grabbed Sarah by both shoulders.
"Marty?" she whispered.
"Sarah?" Marty questioned, wondering for an instant how she got here before it clicked. "The Delorean?"
"I hid it; don't worry." Last night she had snuck out and drove the Delorean to her grandparent's house. They had always kept a key under the front mat. She had let herself in and hid the car where no one would be able to see it.
"This is heavy," he said.
"No doubt," she looked at him. "Biff knocked my mom up."
"What!" Marty was shocked.
"That's why she's so in love with him; she had his son in 1956," she looked at her friend. "Everyone thinks I'm her."
"Marlene?"
She nodded.
"Has Biff seen you?"
"We're going to the dance together," Sarah said, looking down to the left.
Marty didn't even know what to say to that. There were so many issues with it. "You can't!" was all he could muster. First there was the issue of the space/time continuium. If she interfered with her mother's relationship with Tannen, Sarah might not even be born. And when "Marlene" and Biff go to the dance together, Biff will have vivid memories, while the real Marlene will insist she was never there. Then there was the fact that Sarah, in 1985, had made no secret of the fact that Tannen terrorized her and her mother, physically and emotioinally abusing them both.
"You're insane," was his closing comment. "You're going to write yourself out of history."
"I… He thinks I'm my mother; he took me to his grandmother's house yesterday and I saw something," she admitted. "I think I know why he's such a prick. His grandmother… She's horrible."
"Your sympathy is confusing first off," Marty said. "Second, it doesn't excuse the way he treats you and your mother, and everyone else for that matter."
"No, but it does explain it," she suggested. "I'll think of something to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"Biff? Do something stupid?" Marty laughed. "I never knew you were a miracle worker."
Sarah laughed and nudged Marty with her shoulder. "You'd be surprised."
"Just be careful," Marty said. "Biff's a… he's a loose cannon. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Don't worry, Calvin," she teased. "You just try to keep yourself from being taken advantage of by Lorraine Baine's." Sarah winked at him.
"Tell me about it," he shook his head. "I never knew my mother was so… aggressive."
They laughed and hugged before going their separate ways.
"Please," he insisted. "Be careful. He's a monster."
Not as monstrous as you think, she thought to herself.
