Chapter 13
I have to play in a concert tomorrow. I'm on an electric guitar and get to do a Pink Floyd solo. It's just like from my dream……
I HAVE A NEW PLOT IN MY HEAD! YOU CAN'T TAKE IT BUT IT'S CALLED 'WHO'S #1?' AND IT'S ABOUT A GIRL BECOMING A SERIOUS MURDER SUSPECT.
I guess in a way it was inspired by two things. 1: How to Host A Murder games I've been taking over and 2: Stalkers and how the job can turn ugly.
M'kay? M'kay…
And can someone PLEASE review? Even if it does say 'Mate, no one's reading. Give it up'
'Cos that's sure the impression I'm getting here...
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Rachel held the phone, the beeping ringed in one ear and out the other as she dialled home. The phone paused and Rachel watched 2D slouch on the kitchen chair, his fancy boots on the table and blowing rings of smoke. A small frown formed upon her face and she fiddled with the handle nervously. "Do you mind? This is sort of a personal call."
2D blew one last puff out to her face and smiled coldly trying so hard not to show his offence. "Right," he whispered and reluctantly stepped out onto the balcony slamming the door behind him. The phone rang and finally her sexy bestie picked up. "Hello?"
"Hey, Emily," she beamed, overwhelmed to hear her friend's voice again. "Rachel! You called! Shit, you've missed so much drama here. Did you know we have exams?"
"Don't worry. Just remember that they don't matter."
"What's happening? Where are you? I would have thought you'd be back by now."
"Uh, change of plan, luv. Urgent business tomorrow so hopefully I'll be back by Tuesday."
"Did you meet your uncle?"
"Uh huh and he's not what your thinking. He's actually quite… not that bad."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He even let me stay in his haunted mansion."
"It is really haunted?"
"Best I hold off the details till I get back."
"What've you been doing? Is it just you and him?"
"No, I've been hanging out with his band. Remember the Gorillaz?"
"Er…"
"…"
"Not really me, babe."
"Yeah, well, anyway, they're really great. They can play some pretty sweet tunes too."
"Well I hope so. Could you bring me back an autographed CD or something?"
"I'll try. For you. 'Cos I love you."
"Aww, ain't that cute. I love you too." Rachel glanced outside. 2D watched her silently with those indented ducts of his like he was reading her lips. She turned her back on him feeling uncomfortably with his gaze all over her.
"Emily. Uh… I, um… Can I tell you something like really weird."
"Always been my speacialist subject. Who say's I need to pass a few science exams to be a therapist?"
"Oh, I don't know, uh LAW?"
"C'mon, let me be your shrink."
"Well… No, forget it, you're gonna hate me."
"Hey, don't say that! I will never hate you, bub. You can tell me anything."
"Please just don't get pissed and all judgemental… I met someone."
"Typical."
"Well actually I met two people."
"My, my, very social aren't we?"
"Shut up, you know what I mean. I'm kind of stuck in the middle… I don't know who I really have feelings for."
"Who are they?" Rachel sighed and turned back to stare longingly at 2D now dangling himself off the railing like a danger-motivated kid.
"Let's just say 1 is a guy and the other's a girl."
"What's your relationship with them?"
"The guy currently hates me, I think because I rejected him. And I've slept with the girl."
"How do you get yourself in these situations?"
"I don't know…"
"Isn't the answer obvious? Why'd you reject the guy?"
"I had some good reasons."
"I can't help you unless you tell me."
"He's… a bit older than me."
"Older than college?"
"Oh yeah."
"Oh no… You didn't bump into Heff Hugh, did you?"
"Not this time. I love the girl but whenever I turn to this guy I seem to forget about her. And think the love wouldn't be strong enough."
"Are you sure it's even love?"
"Maybe…?"
"What's the relationship between the boy and girl?"
"Best mates for years."
"Ohh… I'm sorry, hun, but it seems like your really up shit creek now. If you're not going to see them again after you leave, it's not worth the aggravation. And I just remembered… What about Jeremy?"
"I'm sorry, okay? But these people really have me riled up with unwanted emotions right now and I feel at a loss. I want to be back home."
"You are all friends and that's it. You have two many fucking one night stands as it is and one day they'll all catch up to you. And you will regret them."
"Fortune teller now, are you?"
"I prophesize you to come back home… tomorrow if you must. I better go, I've got assignments to do."
"Hey…"
"What?"
"… How's Violet?" A dead silence followed.
"… I haven't heard anything yet. She's hasn't come back to school."
"Dylan?"
"I'm still keeping an eye on that motherfucker. I bet he knows where she is. I'll stalk him."
"Thanks, Emz."
"Anything else, give me a call alright? And call me before you come home again. I want to know how the visit with your father goes."
"Will do. Bye, Love you."
"Love you."
She set the phone down slowly and pressed herself against the cold wall as tears glittered in her eyes. Lazily following the cracks in the floor with her eyes as her mind wandered and was caught up into a nasty flashback.
"Why ya crying, babe? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Why are you crying, babe?"
Tears streamed down her face with her hands in fists clutched to her mouth, she peeked from behind the giant trees trunks. He walked all around the forest hot on her trail while creating this frightening sick feeling in the pit on her stomach every time he stood on a snapping twig. His dark eyes spotted her and she started running again.
"Come back, baby, I didn't mean it!" he called, chasing her through the thick greenery. Plants and ferns flew past scratching her as she ran deep enough to be lost. She finally stopped after a while and collapsed in a panting heap in a little clearing that allowed a patch of warm sunshine on her. His voice was distant and faded away slowly as she was sure he gave up and would definitely leave without her. This was confirmed when his trashy car started up and drove past, his eyes flailing in all directions with a certain nervousness.
Rachel lowered her head on the grass and dirt and silently waited for him to drive away. All alone in a damp rainforest of dew and shine and rid off pop music and bus horns, replaced with bird calls and cool wind whisper. She smiled, rolling around and dirtying her brown hair and nails with rich earth. The scene was beautiful and Rachel never wanted to leave. Feeling so tepid and free like a goddess of nature, she gathered a little bouquet of flowers in the sun dozing off a little.
Suddenly the sun disappeared behind clouds that never existed and a chill ran down her spine. Leaves rustled and branches snapped as someone approached and Rachel scurried behind a shallow bush. "Rachel? Rach, is that you?"
He ran ahead just in time and caught her red handed. He sighed in relief and walked towards her only making her cringe and walk backward. "Look, I apologize for what I did. I shouldn't have pressed myself on you like that. If you don't want to… then that's fine." She glanced up at him sorrowfully with her shinning hazel eyes still retaining her sweet innocence she wants not taken advantage of. He smiled and held out a hand to her. "Forgive me?"
Hesitation caused her to examine his palm, showing traces that he was down in the dirt too. With that honest face and charming features, she was under his spell that that was what she had wanted but in the end she wasn't ready for him and it didn't seem worth it. She took his hand gingerly and he pulled her up so she immediately flung into his arms.
"I'm sorry, babe," he ruffled the petals from her hair and bent down to kiss the small girls crown. "Let's go home." She nodded in agreement and soon they fled the peaceful forest that helped Rachel keep sanity and personal thought. It was their little secret. She was only 11 on sweet April day.
"Are you awright?"
Rachel's eyes flickered to his half-full of worry after he aroused her from the daydream. She gave a little nod, "I'm just spacing out." Feeling awkward as she did, she wondered how long he'd been standing here compared to the memory of her first few hours of tropical heaven. "Why did stay behind?" she asked.
2D shrugged and scratched his blue spikes in a tense manner. "I dunno… Just wanted to keep you company." Rachel's heart leapt and a coy smile appeared on her proud face. "Really? You're not just saying that because I can't stay home alone?" Something hit 2D in the back of his mind like a strong warning: she wasn't even old enough to stay at home by herself let alone-
"I'm hungry," she stated flatly. More like an irritating hint that unfortunately wasn't so subtle as she eyed 2D. "Um, let me make you something. Whadda like?" She smiled and smoothly took a seat at the table. "Anything you're having, I don't mind at all." I love only you.
2D snapped himself out of her trance and jumped into the kitchen then rummaged around for some ingredients and pans. "Um… Should of told yeh, I can only make, well, pancakes." She faced him straight on with a courteous smile and an upright posture. "That's fine." He paused as though he was talking to her from the other side of the world and then grinned turning his attention to the meal. He didn't even know if he had the foods to make pancakes and he grew so edgy as she just sat there watching his every move. Flipping her red hair over her shoulder only to sleek back down in front of her gentle face again, he watched in quiet desperation. He milk shook and splashed as he took it from the fridge, still staring at her. She looked away and coughed like she was bored out of her mind. "What kind of topping would you like on your pancakes?" he froze in horror, I hope that sentence didn't sound dirty that I'm implying anything, 'cos I'm not.
"Oh, I usually have cream and jam, maple syrup or butter. Whatever you have." He could see her now dripping with maple syrup and licking the stray droplet from the side of her mouth seductively. 2D strained a nervous laugh as this was increasingly getting hard for him to make brunch with erotic thoughts. "Y'know… I'm not sure if you had this but uh, sugar and lemon juice make a great combination for pancakes."
"Sugar and lemon juice, you say?" she seemed impressed. "Yeah, they're… yeah-" he knocked the milk over and sent the bowl of flour and butter crashing from the counter onto the floor. He gasped more in sorrow more than shock as the milk leaked all along the cracks and the flour sprinkled all over his boots and jeans, coating them white. "Awfuck!" he cursed and picked up the bowl at least.
Rachel rushed over to the kitchen and saw the mess he made. He turned to her, "I'm really sorry, I-I wasn't concentrating." She shook her head but kindly. "Never mind. Clumsy old Stu didn't mean it, did he?" she giggled and patted his shoulder comfortingly. 2D gazed at her hazily as he was about to catch her hand but she already was soaking the cloth. "Here, I'll help you clean up." Handing him a sponge, they both got down on their knees and in no time at all cleaned up would-have-been great breakfast. "Fanks."
"On second thought, maybe just some toast or cereal?"
Hehe that would be so awkward. AND THE WRECK OF YOU IS THE BREAK IN THE FALL! I'M THE WRECK OF YOU I'M THE DEATH OF YOU ALL! One of the few songs you'll see me screaming my heart out at.