Chapter 14: Chapter Fourteen
He moved his car and came back under the cover of darkness.
While he was moving the car, she set up a make shift bed for him, placing an extra pillow and blankets on the couch. He came back, slipping through the front door and walking down the hall to the sitting room to see "Marlene" perched on the couch, still wearing her fancy red dress.
Biff was taken back; this was what he imagined life should be like. Coming home to a beautiful woman, in a beautiful home, where he could be treated like a king, and not treated like the stray dog his grandmother treated him like.
"I'll be upstairs, if you need anything just knock on my door," she said, standing up. "There's a powder room just under the stairs there," she said, gesturing down the hallway.
She went to walk past him and he stopped her, catching her around the waist. She smelt the way angels should smell, Biff thought.
"And what if I need you," he whispered in his low, almost threatening tone.
"You've already had me," she reminded him, wondering for a second why she thought this was a good idea.
He smiled down at her, that slightly sexy glimmer in his eyes. "I'd have you again if you'd let me," he whispered, leaning over her and pressing his mouth to hers.
His lips were hot and needy, just a little sweet. He was clumsy in the way teenagers were when they were over eager and under skilled. His hands were rough as they grabbed her rear through the dress, his fingers trying to bunch up the fabric up high enough to get his hands on her panties.
Sarah pulled away. "Biff, no," she whispered, twisting out of his reach.
"But," the hurt boy returned and Sarah began to wonder if she was just being played.
"But nothing," she took his hands. "We can't… Remember?"
He sighed and kissed her cheek again.
"Goodnight, Biff," she whispered, letting go of his hands.
Sarah went up to Marlene's room, and took the dress off. She sighed and looked at the door handle, cautiously flicking the small lock into the locked position.
"What am I doing?" she muttered to herself as she got dressed for bed and fell face first into the comforting down pillows and duvet.
When Sarah woke up Biff was gone, but left a note on the kitchen table. She sat down and read the note over her coffee, reading and rereading it over and over. It didn't even sound like Biff to her. She was really starting to wonder about her earlier hypothesis about Biff, Marlene and Lorraine, and the tangled relationship the three of them had.
She sat down with a pen and paper and began to write a reply of sorts, with the idea that she would give the letter to Biff; this could be her way out of the paradox she was creating by dating her mother's future husband.
When she put it like that, Sarah felt pretty creepy. Not only was Biff her mother's to be husband, he was Biff. Of course, she had seen a different side of him here in 1955. He was still the brutish, abusive and aggressive bully she knew him to be, but there was also a softer, more sensitive side to him. The side that regularly got the shit kicked out of him by his grandmother, the side that seemed genuinely excited that he might have a son, even out of wedlock that he'd never see.
The side of Biff that had kissed her, so passionately, so hungrily…
Sarah was brought out of her musings by a knock on the front door.
Now who, she wondered to herself.