Chapter 29

The Book of Leanne

A/N: I should probably work on my other story, Total Drama: Special FX, at some point, but I'm just feeling it with this one and not really feeling it with the other one. I'll get to that story eventually, but for now here's Chapter 29.

Time: 1 October 2007

After school, Rudy was standing outside with a couple of his friends. He decided that this would be a good time to start bragging.

"Hey guys," Rudy said, "Guess who's picking me up today?"

"Who? You're mommy?" his friend Chris Stewart teased.

"My mom's dead you fucking asshole," Rudy said.

"Right, well…" Chris said.

"No, but seriously, my girlfriend's picking me up today, so y'all get to finally meet her."

"You mean that 15 year old chick who you keep talking about but we never actually get to see," Rudy's friend, Damian Lee, said.

"Yeah, her. Well, y'all get to see her today. I told her to wear something extra sexy, so… try not to start drooling," Rudy smugly said.

"Whatever, Rudy," Chris said, "I guarantee that this chick is either really ugly, a tranny, or your sister."

"My sister? Fuck no, of course she's not my fucking sister, who the hell do you think I am, Nellie Parker?"

"Hey!" Nellie said, "I've already told you like 30 times, I did not fuck my sister!"

"Nellie, we saw you on the couch making out with Izzy," Rudy said, "You two not have gone all the way but there was definitely something."

"Yeah, do your parents condone this type of shit," Damian asked, "My dad would kill me and my sister if we started practicing incest."

"Y'know," Chris said, "To be honest, I'd fuck all of your sisters; especially all three of them at once. Imagine that, a foursome with Gwen, Heather, and Izzy… yeah, that would work."

"Be careful Chris," Nellie said, "It'd be really awkward if you just creamed your pants right in front of all of us."

"Fucking relax, Nellie," Chris said, "I'm just talking about girls that I think are hot. But speaking of hot older sisters… where's Jo?"

"I don't know," Rudy said, "Probably taking her daily routine of 10 cocks after school… seriously, what a slut."

"Why are you guys talking about me," Jo, who happened to show up at that time, said.

"We're talking about hot older sisters," Damian said, "And whenever someone talks about hot older sisters, you gotta talk about Lindsay. Fucking hottest chick I've ever seen in my life."

"For once, I actually agree with you Damian," Chris said, "She is so fucking sexy."

"I'm a completely straight girl," Nellie said, "And I'd do her."

"If you're a completely straight girl, than how come we all saw you making out with your sister?" Damian asked.

"I was not making out with Izzy!" Nellie yelled, "Have you ever kissed a sibling before? That's all it was, it was just a friendly peck, and then I happened to trip and fall on top of her and you fuckers showed up at exactly the wrong time."

"Nellie…" Rudy said, "Her hand was inside your skirt. Please explain that."

"Now you're just bullshitting; that never happened." Nellie said.

"Let me settle this," Jo said, "Yes, her hand was definitely in your pants, and yes, you were definitely making out with your sister."

At this point, Natalie looked like she was so pissed, she was about to take some kind of lethal weapon and just start killing everyone. However, at about that moment, a cute little four-seat car showed up at Rudy's school, and Ashley Sagan got out of it.

"Hey Rudy," Ashley said, "You ready to go?"

All of Rudy's friends were simply staring at Ashley, with a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

"Dude, there's no way she's your girlfriend," Chris said, "She's probably like your babysitter or something."

"She's definitely my girlfriend!" Rudy protested.

"Prove it." Chris said.

As soon as Chris said 'prove it,' Ashley grabbed Rudy's face and pulled him in for a French kiss. This satisfied Rudy's friends, and Rudy was about to pull away to say 'I told you so,' but Ashley kept holding on. Eventually, she reached for the front of his jeans, which was when Rudy finally managed to pull away and say, "Now do you believe she's my girlfriend?"

All of Rudy's friends nodded dumbfoundingly.

"Okay," Rudy said, "Now let's go, Ashley."

After Rudy and Ashley got in the car and drove off, Ashley said, turning to look at her boyfriend, "Sorry I got a little carried away there, baby. I wanted to prove to those guys that I was your girl, and then once I started making out with the sexiest man alive, I just couldn't stop myself. So… we cool?"

"Yeah… sexiest man alive? Okay, that'll do."

"I know you're still kind of just a kid, but every time I look at you, all I can think is 'wow'!"

"Um… eyes on the road, Ash."

"Oh yeah… right. Hey Rudy, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

"Well… ever since I started telling people that you and I were dating, I've been getting a lot of mean comments from boys. They're calling me 'pedophile' and 'diaper sniper' and stuff like that. I'd just like to say I feel safer around you."

"Thank. Wait… you're older than me though? Aren't I supposed to be the one who feels safer around you?" Rudy asked.

"Well…" Ashley said, "I'll make you a deal; you make me feel safe from mean teenage boys, and I'll make you feel safe from Michael Jackson."

Ashley wasn't usually very witty, so Rudy laughed even harder than he usually would if someone made a joke like that, and Ashley laughed along with him.

Ashley ended up driving her boyfriend to Rudy's house, and when Rudy unlocked and opened the door, he saw Ace standing in the hallway.

"Rudy… could you leave just for a moment," Ace said, "Ashley and I are gonna have a little girl to girl talk, okay?"

"Um… okay, I guess." Rudy said, and promptly went to his room.

"So what do you wanna talk to me about, Ms. Morrow?" Ashley asked.

"Okay listen, I know you don't want to hear this, but just hear me out, okay?" Ace began, "I know you really like Rudy…"

"Like? He means the world to me." Ashley said.

"Okay, well." Ace started to sweat, "I know he makes you really happy, and I'm sure you make him really happy too. If you were the same age, you would be a perfect couple. But… one of the hallmarks of middle school is that you have relationships, but no one's really that serious about them. By being in a very serious relationship with Rudy, you're kinda robbing him of his childhood."

"So… what do you want me to do?"

"I… I want you to break up with him."

Immediately Ashley flew into rage, "No!" She screamed, "He's my boy toy, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"I'm not forcing you to break up with him, it's still your life," Ace said, but Ashley wasn't really listening.

"You horrible bitch!" Ashley screamed, "You will never make me break up with Rudy! You probably just want us to break up so you can have him for yourself!"

"Have him for myself?" Ace actually started to laugh, "Listen honey, I'm a 39 year old woman, and Rudy is my step-son. So no… 10 year old cock is not for me, thanks."

Ashley was starting to get really pissed off, "You don't need to be such a bitch!" she yelled, and she moved closer to Ace and tried to seem intimidating.

Ace; however, had different opinions about Ashley's attempts at scaring the older woman, "Why are you standing so close to me? Are… are you hitting on me? Well, 15 year old pussy isn't really for me either, but I'm flattered you find me so attractive. Seriously though, not every woman in her thirties is attracted primarily to teenage girls."

Ashley now looked like she wanted to tear Ace's head from the top of her body, but she probably also knew that Ace would kick her ass in a fight. So she simply turned around and left, going upstairs to find Rudy in his room.

"Your mom's a bitch!" Ashley screamed at her boyfriend.

"Wow… okay, what happened?"

Ashley then proceeded to tell him everything that happened, although she did exaggerate a little bit.

"Oh… wow," Rudy said, "Well, that wasn't very nice of Ace."

"Yeah, I don't know why she'd do that," Ashley said, "But make her stop."

"How?"

"I don't know, bitch slap her or something."

"I can't bitch slap her, she's my mom. Well, my step-mom, but still. Maybe, I'll just talk to her."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Meanwhile, Gwen, along with Heather (who was still staying at the Morrow residence due to regular fights with her dad,) and Lindsay (who was hanging out with Gwen and Heather that night,) entered the front door to hear Rudy and Ashley complaining upstairs and Ace sitting on a couch near the front door, looking rather annoyed.

"I'm kinda starting to hate Rudy's girlfriend," Ace said.

"You mean Ashley? Yeah, okay she's kinda stupid, but I don't see what's so bad about her." Lindsay said.

"She flipped shit at me for merely suggesting that she might be better off breaking up with Rudy. I just don't want to see Rudy's childhood ruined by one girl." Ace said.

"I don't think you should interfere," Lindsay said, "Eventually Rudy will dump her ass and get a real girl. But yeah, I could see why she would annoy the piss out of someone."

Time: 4 October 2007

"Joanne!" Leanne yelled; no reply.

"Joanne!" Leanne yelled again, once again there was no reply.

Leanne burst open the door into her daughter's room and said, "Joanne?"

"What the hell do you want mom?" Jo asked, "I was on the fucking phone."

"Yeah, well. I'd just like to tell you that Gwen and Heather are coming over tonight, so… try to be a little bit friendly. Oh yeah, and I'll kill you if I catch you spreading your legs for them. They're my girls, okay?"

"Relax mom, why do you always assume I'm trying to steal whoever you're fucking at the time?"

"Maybe I'm a little bit paranoid," Leanne said, "Just try to be on your best behaviour tonight, okay?"

"Alright mom, I got it." Jo said, and Leanne left the room after that. Jo then picked the phone back up.

"Sorry babe," Jo said, "But you're not gonna be able to come over tonight. Leanne's bringing her little lovers over."

"Aw, that's too bad," the other person said, "I was really excited for tonight."

"Yeah, well… tomorrow?" Jo offered.

"Listen," the other person said, "I don't know if I want to do something like this, constantly in mortal fear of everyone else finding out… I mean, I love you Joanne Cunningham, but I could get in a lot of trouble for this."

"Listen baby," Jo said, "As long as we're together, nothing's gonna happen to you. Nothing's gonna happen to either of us."

"Alright… I trust you." The other person said, "Although that could end up being the death of me."

Later that evening, Gwen and Heather showed up at the Cunningham house, and Leanne was sure to greet them both as soon as she possibly could.

"Hello my little girls," Leanne teased, "ready for some fun tonight?"

"Is that the first thing you think about?" Gwen asked, "Sex?"

"Yes," Leanne said, and pulled Gwen in for a lustful kiss.

As expected, later that night, after dinner, the three of them proceeded upstairs into Leanne's bedroom and made love. But it was what happened after the sexy times that was the highlight of the night.

Both Gwen and Heather were in a spooning position facing Leanne, to her right and left respectively. Leanne was lying flat on her back, with her arms wrapped around the two adolescents.

"So Leanne?" Heather asked, "We've been doing this for a few days now, and I still don't really know that much about you."

"Oh goodie," Leanne said, "This is the part where I get to tell my life story… Yay!"

"Your entire life story?" Heather asked, "I was only asking for a few details, but if you want to tell your entire life story…"

"Well, I'm not gonna tell my entire life story. I'm not gonna say, like, on 12 June, 2000, I took a massive shit; because that's not really relevant information. But if I'm gonna tell my story… I need a favour."

"What?"

"I'll tell my story if you two let me fuck you in the ass with a strap-on after I'm done?"

"Ass?" You mean like, anal?" Gwen asked.

"Well, yeah." Leanne said.

"But… that would fucking hurt."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"Heather and I tried a little anal finger penetration," Gwen said, "But I didn't really like it."

"Yeah, me neither." Heather said.

"Well, you'll like it when I do it. Actually, it'll probably hurt like hell at first, but after a little while it'll feel like the greatest thing in the world. So what's it gonna be: anal sex and story time, or none of the above?"

"Alright fine," Gwen said, "But you're telling us your history first."

"Fair enough." Leanne said.

Flashback:

Time: 18 August 1973

On this day, the girl known as Leanne Gale, who would later become Leanne Cunningham, was born.

Time: 18 August 1977

Leanne's fourth birthday. Her entire family was there for that day, well, by whole family I mean her mom and dad, George and Rita Gale, as well as her older siblings, Mike, 16, Dave, 14, Richard, 12, and Kyle, 10. Being the youngest and the only girl in a family of 7 (5 kids, 2 parents,) it was common for Leanne to be either ignored or smothered, and there never seemed to be any in between. On this day, her birthday, it was definitely the latter.

"Happy birthday, my baby girl!" George exclaimed with excitement that afternoon, after Leanne blew out the candles on her cake. Not surprisingly, there were 4 of them.

"Yeah," Rita said, "You're 4 now, isn't that wonderful?"

"Someday I'm gonna be as old as you mommy," Leanne said.

"I'm not old," Rita responded bluntly.

That day was a happy memory overall for the young Leanne, but something that happened that night deeply disturbed Leanne. Mike and Dave were out at some party, Richard was spending the night at his girlfriend's house, and Kyle was having a sleepover with his friends, meaning the only people in the house were 'daddy', 'mommy' and little Leanne. Leanne; however, couldn't fall asleep that night, because of this:

"What the hell are you doing, you fucking whore!" George shouted.

"She's just a friend, honestly," Leanne said.

"Bullshit she's just a friend," George said, "I saw the way you two were looking at each other, you fucking whorish dykes. If you want me to be your man, you better prove that I'm still your man, and not some skanky ass whore. And you can prove that by sucking my cock!"

"George please, I'm not in the mood."

Suddenly Leanne heard a thundering noise, followed by some whimpering and crying. Leanne jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see what was going on, but at that same time, George ran up the stairs and caught the young girl in her tracks.

"Leanne, baby," George said, "Are you wondering what that noise was?"

"Yeah… what happened daddy?"

"Don't worry about it, Rita just fell down. She'll be alright, now go back to bed sweetie."

"Um… okay daddy." Was all Leanne could really say. But deep down, she was worried. She didn't know what had truly happened to Rita and she could tell that George was anxious about something."

Time: 24 September 1979

Rita had been picking Leanne up from school for a few years now, and she had begun to notice a disturbing trend. All the rest of the girls, and the guys for that matter, could be seen playing with the other kids. Some groups were all girls, some were all guys and some were mixed, but everyone had someone. That wasn't the case with Leanne, as whenever Rita showed up, Leanne would never be seen with anyone, she was always chilling by herself. Rita hoped that this was just because she preferred alone time at the end of the day; however, that wasn't the case.

Leanne didn't have any friends during her time in elementary school. She was a very pretty young girl, but didn't endear herself to her classmates very much, usually by being very moody and saying mean things about other people, also for being very quiet. She loved music, but not the kind of music that all the other kids liked, and she liked to draw in her sketchbook way more than anyone else. A lot of boys took to making fun of her, most girls just ignored her. She pretended that she didn't care, but in reality, she was very hurt by her peer's actions.

Not that things at home were any better. The incident that occurred on the night of her fourth birthday seemed to happen more and more, where George and Rita would spend the night screaming and yelling at each other, which would often end in some kind of loud noise. And often times, the next morning, Rita could be seen with either extra makeup on or a bruise somewhere, and when she had a bruise, she would claim that she fell down the stairs or tripped over something or… anything along those lines. Leanne could feel that something was wrong, but she didn't quite know what.

Also, sometimes when George would go out for the night, Leanne brought a woman over, whose name was Tara Barkley. That was fine, but then, sometimes, when Leanne was supposed to be in bed, she would sneak out of her room and see Rita and Tara hugging and kissing, not just in a friendly way, but in the same way that 'mommy' and 'daddy' were supposed to. At this point in her life, Leanne had no idea what a lesbian was, so she was just as confused as any little kid in this scenario. On this day, after being picked up from school, she decided to ask Rita about that.

"Hey mommy," Leanne said. She always called her parents 'mommy' and 'daddy' when she was a little girl.

"Yeah honey," Rita said.

"Is Tara a boy?"

"Um… no. Why do you ask?"

"Well, yesterday I saw you and her on the couch, hugging and kissing and acting like you and daddy do sometimes," Leanne said.

"Well… Tara's a girl, but… she's a girl that likes other girls."

"Oh… is that possible?"

"Yeah, of course it's possible. I'm also a girl who likes other girls. And if you become a girl who likes girls, that would be perfectly fine with me."

"Ok." Leanne said.

"But now there's something I have to ask you." Rita said, "How come you never play with any of the other kids in your class?"

"Because I don't really want to," Leanne said.

"Well why don't you want to?" Rita asked.

"Um… no reason."

"Leanne, it's easy to tell when you're lying. Just tell me the truth."

"Alright… well, I just think that nobody likes me."

"Nonsense. People will like you if you actually go out and try to meet people. Yeah, okay, not everyone is going to like you, but a good number of people will, you just have to find those people."

Time: 1 January 1980

"Welcome to the 80s!" George shouted when the bell hit.

"It's a new decade now!" Leanne exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah baby, it is," George said, "So everyone make New Year's Resolutions, mine is that I will try to get along with my wife more," He said, putting his arm around Rita's waist.

"Aw, thanks baby," Rita said, "I will try to appreciate the good things that George does, and not just focus on the small little bad things."

The two parents embraced for a kiss, and then Leanne's older brothers Dave, Richard, and Kyle (Mike was away at college at this point,) said their New Year's Resolutions.

"What about you, Leanne?"

"I… I want a boyfriend."

George was taken aback by this. Rita showed no change in her expression.

"A boyfriend. Leanne, baby, you're only 6 years old. You're way too young to have a boyfriend."

"But daddy…"

"No buts, Leanne. Think of a new one."

"Um… get a new box of pencil crayons?" Leanne said hopefully.

"Now that's a good girl," George said, and Leanne breathed a sigh of relief, even though Leanne knew that what she had just said made absolutely no sense whatsoever.

Later that night, Leanne was in bed, but couldn't sleep, because all she could hear was George screaming at Leanne, telling her she was "corrupting her daughter," followed by a whole bunch of smacks. That was the night it finally dawned on her what those smacks were. Leanne paced around her room, trying to convince herself that her dad wasn't beating her mom, but no matter what she told herself as possible alternative explanations, those mental images of George hitting Rita, followed by Rita crying on the floor, remained in her head.

Time: 4 July 1980

Leanne loved summer break. She hated going to school, partly because she found class boring, partly because she hated how her classmates treated her, and partly because she just liked doing absolutely nothing. However, this summer would be different. Throughout the past few months, George had been telling her more and more that Rita was poisoning her mind, and she was trying to make her some kind of 'whore' and that George would make her a moral person and not some kind of 'dirty skank.' Leanne also learned that George and Rita were getting a 'divorce,' and July the fourth, Independence Day of all days, would be when they would be moving into two separate houses. It was agreed that the three boys would be able to switch back and forth between the two houses whenever they want; however, George demanded that he keep Leanne full-time. Rita, not wanting to start a fight, agreed. And so from that day onward, Leanne was living solely with George.

Time: 18 August 1983

It was the day of Leanne's tenth birthday. It had been over three years since she had lived with her mother, but Leanne never truly forgot about the woman who raised her for the first several years of her life. Occasionally sometimes she still thought about her. At first, Rita was sometimes allowed to talk to Leanne when she came over to drop the boys off, but soon that was put to a stop. For about 3 years, the most contact Leanne ever had with her mother was a nod and a smile whenever they happened to see each other, usually when Rita was dropping Kyle off (her three eldest brothers had all moved out by now and were all either in college or starting their own careers.)

During that time, Leanne grew closer and closer to her father. Remember, she was never allowed to see her mother, her three eldest brothers were gone, Kyle spent most of his time at his mom's house, and her only friend from school, a girl named Sabrina Kelly, would leave every summer on vacation with her parents. So during summer time, George was really the only other person in her life. And over the course of those three years, George made Leanne transition into more of a mother-like role. She would often do most of the work around the house, she learned how to cook, etc. Although George had his friends from work, and his four eldest sons, he would constantly tell Leanne that she was the most important person in her life, which made the young girl feel good. However, it also made her feel a little bit nervous, as sometimes she felt that George was a little bit too close to her.

On this day, her birthday, George took her to see a movie she had wanted to see for quite some time. After that, the two cuddled in George's bed, which was not that uncommon for Leanne. However, tonight George definitely crossed the line.

"Leanne, baby," George said.

"Yeah daddy?" Even at 10, she still called her father 'daddy.'

"I remember a few years ago, on New Year's Eve; you said that the one thing you wanted was a boyfriend."

"Oh, I remember that daddy." Leanne said.

"Well, do you want to see what it's like?"

"Um… okay daddy."

George began to pull his pants off, exposing his manhood, which was already semi-erect.

"Baby, I want you to start sucking my dick," George said.

At this stage in her life, Leanne knew what sex was, she knew about sexual organs, she knew how babies were made, and she knew what a blowjob was. She didn't know what incest was, but even in her limited knowledge, she felt that there was something wrong and unnatural about a parent having sex with his offspring.

"But daddy…" Leanne started to protest, but George put his finger to her lips.

"Shush baby," George said, "I know it feels weird, but relationships like this are actually very common. Besides, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and I can't bear to see you with some other guy."

"Aw… thanks daddy," Leanne said, and began sucking him off.

End Flashback:

"Listen," Leanne said, "I'm gonna pause here just for a second, because there's something I need to clarify; I was not raped that night. Yes, he took advantage of my youthfulness and naivety for his own creepy sexual desires, and yes, he did use his authority to pressure me into incest with him, and I'm not saying that he was in the right because he most certainly wasn't. But there's a difference between being pressured and/or tricked into sex and being forced into it. He did not threaten me with anything if I didn't have sex with him, he didn't even really use coercion. What he did was bad, but it wasn't rape. Anyways…"

Flashback:

Time: 23 November 1983

Ever since that first day, on her birthday, Leanne and George would have sex more and more often. Leanne, at the time, assumed it was completely normal, and George took advantage of her naivety. He was hoping that by the time she found out that incest was wrong, she would be too deep within the relationship to simply stop. He also concluded that, although he did not want to hurt Leanne, he would use a little bit of brute force if absolutely necessary.

On this day, the twenty-third of November, Leanne and her (only) friend Sabrina Kelly were talking about things, mostly about sex.

"I can't wait until I have sex for the first time," Sabrina said, "I know most girls think I'm weird for wanting this, but I think, the earlier you start, the better."

"I've already had sex," Leanne said, "It's pretty fun."

Sabrina squealed, "Oh my god, who was the lucky boy."

"George Gale," Leanne said.

"Wait… you mean your dad?"

"Yeah, daddy said it's perfectly normal and healthy."

"Leanne, I don't know if that's the case."

"Oh relax Sabrina, what's the worst that can happen?" Leanne said.

"Well… I don't know, it just feels kinda wrong," Sabrina said.

Time: 20 October 1984

Over the course of about a year, really not much changed. George was still in an incestuous relationship with her daughter, and still, Sabrina was the only person who knew about what was going on. And there were many times when Sabrina would try and talk Leanne into ending the inappropriate conduct, but Leanne simply ignored her. And Sabrina didn't want to tell any adults, because she was worried about what might happen to Leanne. And it had now been over 4 years since the now 11 year old Leanne had spoken to her mother. On this day, that changed.

Leanne spoke to George about hanging out with Sabrina for the day, he was skeptical at first, but he agreed. However, when Leanne and Sabrina were at the mall, Leanne ended up getting lost, and losing her friend. As she ran around the mall frantically looking for the other girl, she bumped into Rita Gale.

"Mom? Is that you?" Leanne asked.

"Um… Leanne? What the hell are you doing here all alone?"

"I was spending the day with my friend Sabrina, but I got lost."

At about that time, Sabrina showed up:

"Leanne, where the hell were you? Are…" She turned to the woman who Leanne was talking to, "Are you Leanne's mom?"

"Yes," Rita said.

"I thought you weren't allowed to talk to her," Sabrina said. Leanne had told her a lot about her parents' problems.

"I'm not," Rita said, "But we're here, and there's no way George will ever know. Anyways, do you want to spend some time with Tara and I at our house?"

"Sorry mom, I was kinda here with Sabrina." Leanne said.

"Listen, Leanne, you should go," Sabrina said, "We can hang out anytime, but you aren't technically allowed to even see your mom, and you may not get a chance to see her again until you're 18. Besides, my dad's coming to pick me up soon anyways."

"Alright, thank you so much Sabrina!" Leanne said, and hugged her friend.

A little bit later, Leanne was at Rita and Tara's home. She learned that Rita and Tara had been in a relationship for a long time, and wanted to get married, although that was illegal for homosexual couples. Leanne, meanwhile, told her mom about her life, and leaked the little inconvenient fact about her and her father.

"He's been doing WHAT to you!" Rita yelled.

"He and I have been having sex. What, isn't that normal?" Leanne asked.

"No, it is most certainly not normal!" Tara said, "And I'm gonna call the police."

Tara reached to go get her telephone and call the police, but as soon as she started moving, the door was kicked down and a bullet went straight through Tara's head. She now deceased woman lay on the ground bleeding, and George stood in the doorway, with a very angry look on his face.

"George…" was all Rita could manage to say, before George reloaded and shot his ex-wife in the head, instantly killing her as well. He then fixated his gaze onto Leanne, and she gulped.

"Leanne baby," George said, "I know you wanted to see your mother, but she's an evil, evil woman. She and her dyke friend were just luring you here to rape you, and then turn you into one of them. Don't worry baby, daddy will always protect you."

George drove Leanne back to his house, where after Leanne assured him for the millionth time that Rita and Tara did not try to touch her, and after George gave some kind of incoherent half-assed answer as to why he had to kill them, the two of them commenced in a night of sex.

"Leanne," George told her after they were done, "I should've told you this earlier, you can never tell anyone about you and I. Society doesn't like people like us, and if you start telling people, bad things will happen to daddy. So please don't, okay baby?"

"Okay daddy," Leanne said, and drifted off to sleep.

Time: 5 November 1985

Over a year had passed since Leanne's mom was murdered. Leanne was now 12 years old, and was starting to develop into a woman. She was still best friends with Sabrina Kelly, and yes, Sabrina was still her only friend. However, Sabrina was starting to get some attention from some of the boys. Leanne always thought Sabrina was absolutely gorgeous, in a way she never thought she was. And the boys seemed to agree with her, as Leanne never got any attention from the men except comments on how weird she was.

Well, she did get attention from one man who she'd rather not get attention from. George told her that she needed to go out and find a job so she could earn her own money. Leanne was actually eager to earn her own money, unlike most young pre-teens who absolutely despise having to earn their own crap. However, she could not find a job, even with George's help. She put together a résumé and all that, but she could not find work, until she was spotted by one very smooth looking man, who appeared to be somewhere in his fifties.

"Why hello, lady," he said, and she turned around to pay attention, as not many people gave her compliments.

"Say, you've got a fine ass there, and a pretty little face," the man said, "Small tits, but I suppose that's not the end of the world. Anyways, call me Dr. Jenkins."

"Hi Dr. Jenkins…" Leanne said, very nervous about what was about to happen.

"I heard through the grapevine that you were looking for some, ahem… employment."

"Yes… yes I am." Leanne said.

"How would you like to work for me? It's the perfect job, relatively easy hours, make fairly good money, and…" this next part he whispered in the girl's ear, "you get to have sex for money."

Leanne had heard about prostitution before, but at first she didn't put 2 and 2 together. By the time she did, it was too late, she had already said yes… she was already a hooker.

"Great," Dr. Jenkins said, "You'll start tomorrow, meet me at the whore house… I'll give you directions. You better be there though."

'What have I gotten myself into,' Leanne thought.

Time: 9 November 1985

"So you're a hooker now?" Sabrina said, and couldn't help but laughing.

"Yeah, it's my new job. You can't tell anyone though, I don't want those idiot boys to have another thing to tease me about, and daddy would kill me if he found out what my job actually was." Leanne said.

"I can't believe my best friend is taking dicks in her ass for money," Sabrina said, chuckling lightly, and Leanne gave her a dirty look.

Time: 24 December 1985

Christmas Eve. Most 12 year old girls would be spending time with family and friends, excited for what the next day might bring. Leanne; however, had to work. George wanted her in bed that night (the same bed that he's in, of course,) and Leanne was having difficulty coming up with an excuse as to why she would have to work on Christmas Eve. George was told that she was working at Wendy's, so she could tell he was starting to get suspicious as to what exactly this work was, but he didn't say anything apart from constantly asking if she was okay, to which she always replied, "yes daddy, I'm fine."

That night was an interesting one for her for another reason. At about 10 pm that night, when she was standing on her corner in her hooker "clothes," waiting for someone to show up, when a yellow sedan pulled up next to her. The window was rolled down, and there was only one person in the car, a very attractive young woman with a really bad haircut (it is the 80s after all…)

The unusual part about this was that the girl was attractive. In the month and a half that Leanne was working as a hooker, she had been with a few women, but most of the women she was with were like the men: old, ugly, fat, socially awkward, creepy, or more than one of the above. Some of the women she'd had sex with were kind of attractive, but none of them were anything close to this girl. If she had better hair, she would've been a perfect 10.

The woman didn't say anything for a bit. She was wearing sunglasses (at night,) but it appeared as if she was staring at Leanne. Leanne wasn't sure if she was checking her out, or trying to figure out the best way to kill her, or something in between, and the younger girl probably would've been really scared if she wasn't distracted by this girl's mullet.

"Um… nice hair," was all Leanne could think of saying. She was supposed to be nicer to her "customers" but she was really creped out now.

"Nice tits," the mullet girl said. This was unusual, at that time, Leanne was barely an A-cup, so not a lot of people complimented her on her breasts.

Leanne, without saying anything, turned around and bent over a little bit to give this girl a view of her ass. She turned her head to see what this girl's reaction was, however, her facial expression was unchanged.

"You don't look like a lesbian," Leanne said, "Why are you here?"

"Get in the car, and I'll tell you." The mullet girl said, once again with the same expression.

Leanne was reluctant, but she basically expected some kind of normal routine, so she got in the mullet girl's car.

"What's your name, hooker chick?" Mullet girl asked.

"Leanne," Leanne said. Some girls went by some kind of alternative name when they were "working," like Candy or Barbie or something like that. Leanne, on the other hand, saw no need.

"Well, Leanne," Mullet Girl said, "I need a girlfriend for the night, to make my boyfriend jealous. So… how much is it for the entire night?"

"You can't pay me for the entire night," Leanne said, "I can do 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours… but I can't do the entire night."

Mullet Girl reached into her purse, and pulled out a large stack of money, and handed it to Leanne.

"Here's $1400," Mullet Girl said, "You can count it yourself if you want. I'm sure both you and your pimp will appreciate that… it should be enough to make an… exception."

Leanne counted the money and saw that she had been given that amount, "Okay," Leanne said, "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, first we need to go to the movie theatre, to make Tim, my boyfriend, jealous," Mullet Girl said, "And then we have sex."

"Oh…"

Mullet Girl drove away, and Leanne had a question.

"I don't get it," Leanne said, "Why don't you just ask one of your friends to be your girlfriend for the night to make this Tim guy jealous?"

"I could do that… but none of them are as hot as you are," Mullet Girl said with a smile, which made Leanne feel really good inside. Leanne also noticed that that was the first time she'd ever seen Mullet Girl's facial expression change.

They arrived at the theatre, and Mullet Girl pointed out Tim outside, who was standing there smoking a cigarette.

"Hey Tim," Mullet Girl said.

"Hi Emily… who's the whore?"

Mullet Girl, whose name was apparently Emily, said: "Oh, that's Leanne. She's my new girlfriend."

"Oh…" Tim said, "She looks kinda young."

"Young? She's fucking sexy," Emily said.

"A little bit, but… just look at her," Tim said, "She's way too young for you, Emily, and… I didn't even know you were into girls."

"Well, I'm a lesbian now," Emily said, "So how do you like that."

"Prove to me that you're a lesbian," Tim said, "I don't believe your lying bitch ass."

Emily turned to Leanne, grabbed her and kissed her. At first Leanne resisted, but as the kiss went on, she liked how it felt.

After the kiss ended, Emily turned back to Tim, but Tim said, "I still don't believe you."

"Well what the hell do you want us to do?" Leanne said. Emily had asked her not to talk to Tim, but she was starting to get angry at this guy, "Do you want us to just have sex right in front of you or something?"

"Yes…" Tim said.

"Well then fuck you," Leanne said.

"Leanne, baby," Emily said. When she said that, it kinda disturbed Leanne a little bit, because it was exactly the same way her dad said it.

"Listen Tim," Emily said, "Leanne's my bitch now, so that's just gonna be something you gotta deal with." She dragged Leanne back to her car and started driving away.

"Sorry I spoke there," Leanne said.

"No problem," Emily said, "Tim's been a giant dick lately. I'm considering dumping his ass. I'll get a new boyfriend eventually, for now, I need to find a ditch."

Emily eventually did find what she was looking for, and once she got there, she stopped the car.

"So… I guess it's time for phase 2 now," Emily said, and once again, grabbed Leanne and roughly kissed her. The younger girl didn't have time to react; she simply followed Emily's lead. After a few seconds of kissing, Emily threw Leanne into the back of the car, jumped on top of her, and that's when the real fun began.

After the sex

Emily and Leanne lay spooning in the back seat of the car, with Emily running her fingers through Leanne's hair.

"So…" Leanne said awkwardly, and Emily laughed.

"I think I might've found out something new about myself tonight," Emily said.

"What?"

"Well, I never thought of myself as a lesbian, but this was way better than straight sex with Tim or any other guys," Emily said, "This was the best sex I've ever had. Off topic; how did you become a hooker anyways?"

"Well… Dr. Jenkins just kinda came up to me, and we talked… and he basically smooth-talked me into it." Leanne said.

"Oh, I see. Y'know what… fuck this!" Emily suddenly shouted.

"What?"

"It's so unfair that after what I just experienced, I'm gonna have to go back, if not to Tim, than to some other asshole," Leanne complained.

"Why don't you just start going out with girls?" Leanne asked.

"I… Yeah, why don't I?" Emily asked, "I can't believe I didn't just think of that before. Y'know what, fuck what society says, from now on, I am a lesbian! And I do have one particular girl in mind…"

"Who?" Leanne asked.

Emily gave Leanne a look, it was a cross between "Are you fucking kidding me?" and "I want you, baby."

"Me?"

"Yes, genius…" Emily said, and softly kissed her new lover.

Leanne got home that morning at about 2:30 am. She was expecting an angry dad waiting for her; however, George had long since fallen asleep by the time she got back. Leanne breathed a sigh of relief.

Time: 5 March 1986

As time went on, Emily and Leanne fell, for lack of a better term, madly in love. By the time their relationship had entered their third month, the two literally wanted to spend as much free time together as possible. However, they had to find secret times, because they're relationship would be considered taboo by mainstream society, not just because they were lesbians, but also because of the age difference. Emily Grossman was 17, a high school senior, and had just broken up with her most recent boyfriend, Tim, after a span of about 16 other dudes. Leanne Gale was in junior high, 12 years of age, and was obviously at a much different stage of her life. At first when Emily found out about Leanne's age, she was distraught, and wasn't sure if she wanted to continue a relationship with a girl 5 years younger than her, even if she didn't look like it. It didn't take long before Emily, half-jokingly, said "Fuck it, if I'm gonna be a lesbian, and date a prostitute, I might as well be a pedophile too."

Emily didn't really care about all the people Leanne would have to fuck as a prostitute, as she knew it was her job, it would pay much better than any other available jobs for a 12 year old girl, and as long as Leanne and Emily were still fucking, it was okay. However, there was one person who Leanne had also fucked, that Emily thought was extremely inappropriate.

"Your dad did WHAT to you?"

"Daddy and I have been having sex for about two years now," Leanne said, "I don't see what the problem is, it's pretty normal isn't it?"

"No, it isn't normal. I never fucked my dad, the vast majority of girls on this planet have never fucked they're fathers. It isn't normal; it's twisted and fucked up. And wait… who told you it was normal?"

"He did."

"And I'm guessing he also told you that bad things will happen to him if you told anyone?"

"Yes."

"Well bad things are gonna happen to him. Leanne, we're gonna fucking kill that piece of shit for what he's done to you."

"No… you can't do that. Couldn't we… I don't know; report him to the police or something?"

"And who are the cops gonna believe. A well-respected "family man" or a hooker and a high school slut?"

"Yeah, well… but that doesn't seem fair. I can't just kill him, he's my father."

"Leanne, just because you came from his jizz, doesn't mean he's your father. Fathers are supposed to protect their daughters, not rape them, taken advantage of their naivety, prevent them from seeing their mother, kill their mother and her girlfriend, and then be a sheltering douchebag all on top of that. He's a monster, and monsters deserve to be killed."

"How can I kill him though?" Leanne asked.

"Just buy him coffee and slip some cyanide in it." Emily said, although frankly, she wasn't quite sure how well that would work, "Then dispose of the body."

Well, she did just that. She bought her dad a coffee, she knew he was a big coffee drinker, and then, that night, she found her dad lying on the floor. Dead. They called the police and told them that they just found him dead.

Time: 6 March 1986

After the incident; however, Leanne felt a little bit guilty. No matter how bad her dad was, he was still her dad. She decided to talk to Emily about this.

"I don't blame you for feeling guilty," Emily said, "But you have to get over your guilt, baby. That man deserved to fucking die for what he did to you. And I believe that anyone else, who does things like that, deserves to be killed, by their victim no less."

You could legitimately make an argument that that speech was what made Leanne the kind of person she was for the next many years. Leanne Gale would end up killing many people over her time, either directly, or by getting someone else to do it for her, but she always felt as if their death was justified in one way or another. So I guess you could say that Emily created a monster.

Time: 16 January 1989

The next few years were the happiest of Leanne's life. Leanne and Emily moved into their own little apartment, and for the next 3 years, it was just the two of them. After they killed George, Emily managed to convince the younger girl to quit her job as a prostitute, and also to drop out of school so they could be together more often, which Leanne didn't need a lot of convincing for, as she already hated school and had no chance of getting anywhere in the academic system, and wanted to spend as much time as possible with Emily. For the next 3 years, both girls worked many different jobs, both legal and illegal, but neither of them really cared as long as they had each other.

However, the two girls changed during that time. Leanne became much more bold, daring, and ruthless. She was 15 at this time, and had now killed quite a few people. Her boldness also went into the bedroom, where she and Emily would experiment with their sexualities in ways they hadn't dreamed of before, and Leanne was initiating most of the action.

Emily, on the other hand, probably went the other way. By April 16, 1989, she was 20 years old, but was clearly a different person than her 17 year old, semi-insane self. Her crazy, trademark mullet was changed for a more traditional hairstyle. She stopped dressing like a crazy person and started dressing like a slut, trying to get as much of her body showing as possible. She began talking to boys again, and there were several times where she appeared disinterested in Leanne. Leanne tried to do everything to keep the inevitable from happening, but eventually it did.

"Leanne," Emily told the younger girl, "I… I…" She started to say, and choked up.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" Leanne said.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I've met a man named Todd Morrow. I really like you, Leanne, but I'm just not a lesbian. I'm sorry, if I was attracted to women more than men, than I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. But as much as I sometimes wish I was, I'm just not gay."

Leanne said nothing, and slowly left their flat, but inside she was seething with anger and rage. She felt betrayed by Emily, and contemplated killing her. Her thoughts were distracted, when she was pulled aside by a very good looking man.

"Hey baby," He said, but when Leanne turned around, he could see she was visibly upset.

"You look upset, what's wrong?" He asked.

"I… just broke up with my partner," Leanne said monotonously.

"Oh… well that's too bad. Anyways, my name's James… James Cunningham."

End Flashback:

"So that's my life story, condensed into a few thousand words," Leanne said, "I think y'all know what happened from there. James and I had sex, started a relationship, got married, had 3 kids, and lived happily ever after until James got his brains blown out by yours truly."

"Wow… sounds like you had it kinda rough," Heather said.

"My life had its ups and downs," Leanne said, "By the way, I never did kill Emily, and I actually talked with her several times after we broke up… it's a good thing I didn't kill her, or else I wouldn't be with you, would I, Gwen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Emily Grossman? Does that name not ring a bell?"

It didn't for a second, and then it hit Gwen. Gwen had been so occupied with life lately, with her new family in Todd and Ace, and her new secret lovers in Heather and Leanne, that she completely forgot about Emily Grossman, her own fucking deceased mother.

"Oh my God!" Gwen yelled, "I can't believe I forgot about my own mom." She was mentally kicking herself at this point, and Leanne tried to calm her down.

"If it's any consolation, your mom was really cool when she was a teenager. Really hot too."

"Um… thanks?" Gwen said.

"By the way, a few months ago I tried to find Sabrina Kelly on Facebook. Turns out she died when she walked into a lawnmower while she was on acid a few years ago, so… that's that I guess. Now, if you two girls are ready, it's time to hold up your end of the bargain. So I want to see you're asses in the air, while I go get the dick and the lube."

Time: 5 October 2007

Heather woke up, but when she did, she wasn't in Leanne's bed, which is where she fell asleep, or in her room at Gwen's house, or in her bed back in her real home. She was in a dark room, which she vaguely remembered seeing but couldn't quite pin-point where exactly she was. She was sitting in a chair, which was reclined back a lot. She saw a small female figure in the distance, she was too short and her breasts and butt were too small to be Leanne, but she did seem slightly familiar. Heather looked around the room, it was dark, but she could see Gwen in a chair to her left. She noticed that Gwen wasn't wearing any clothes; she looked down and saw she was also nude.

"Where am I?" She heard Gwen ask, "Heather, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Heather said, "How did we get here?"

"I brought you here," the girl said, "And I think it would help if I turned the lights on."

She turned the light in this room on, and Gwen and Heather instantly saw that this female figure was Joanne Cunningham, Leanne's youngest daughter.

"Jo…" Gwen said.

"Why are we in here? And why are we naked?" Heather asked.

"Could you keep your voice down, I don't want to wake up Leanne," Jo said, "I brought you in here because I'm worried about you."

"Worried?"

"Listen; Leanne has this ability to brainwash people into becoming… for lack of a better term, her puppet. I've seen her do this many times before, and I don't want you two to be her next victims."

"Relax," Gwen said, "We're just having sex."

"That's how it always starts out," Jo said, "With some kind of relationship, usually a sexual one. Sooner or later you'll start to lose your own individuality, and then you'll do whatever Leanne asks you to do. And once she's done having sex with you, when she either no longer finds you attractive or thinks you're annoying or whatever, she'll either kill you, get one of her other puppets to kill you, or talk you into killing yourself."

"Bullshit," Heather said, although in reality she wasn't so confident, "I think you need to chill out. Nothing really bad's gonna happen."

"Listen," Jo said, "I'm in a relationship right now. I can't tell you who it's with, but let me just say that she and I are very happy. But we can't trust Leanne and tell her about it, because she'll use it as blackmail to get something, probably sex, from me or her. Most likely her, although incest has never been above Leanne before."

"So you don't feel comfortable telling your mom about your lesbian lover," Gwen said, "That's not unusual in any way, that doesn't mean that she's going to destroy our individuality and then kill us when she isn't down to fuck any more. Stop being so paranoid, Jo, it just makes you look like a massive bitch."

"Okay," Jo said, "But don't say you weren't warned."

Time: 7 October 2007

It was an "all-girls" night. Gwen, Heather, Courtney, Lindsay, Izzy, and Lindsay's new friend Jenny Falco were all crammed into Lindsay's basement. The plan for the night was essentially to smoke lots of weed, and do whatever else. Video games, maybe? Movies, probably…

Most of the other girls weren't originally too keen on inviting Jenny. The other girls had been friends since they were little kids, or, they had at least known each other since they were little kids. Jenny arrived at the school in Grade 10, so she wasn't well known by a lot of them. However, they soon came to like Jenny a lot. She was a very nice girl, but was considered a slut by a lot of the guys, and some of the girls, because she liked to have sex.

Anyways, that night, after a few bowls of weed, the six girls were chilling on the sofa, not very comfortably because that couch was only meant to seat 4 people, but comfortably enough. They were playing some horror slasher film, where a bunch of teenage girls get chopped and hacked to death, but none of them were really that interested in the movie. Gwen and Heather were talking with each other, Jenny was still kind of nervous being the new girl here, Lindsay was checking out all the other girls boobs, Courtney was still smoking weed, and Izzy was doing… Izzy stuff.

"So… do you guys do this often?" Jenny asked.

"No, not really," Courtney said.

"You should, it's so much more relaxed than a party. I don't have to look good for all the guys, I can just wear a torn T-Shirt and sweatpants and no one gives a shit." Jenny said.

"I thought you liked looking good for the boys," Lindsay said.

"I only like to look good for the boys so I can get laid," Jenny said, and the other girls giggled.

"Hey… where did Gwen and Heather go?" Jenny asked.

Lindsay turned around, looked, saw that they were gone and her face turned ghostly white.

Oh God guys, please… not now, she thought.

"What's wrong Lindsay?" Jenny asked, "You look like you just saw a ghost."

"Oh no," Lindsay said, trying to act confident, "It's nothing."

"Hey Lindsay!" Lindsay heard Izzy say.

"What?"

"I needed to look something up, so I used your laptop…"

"Wait, you can't just use my laptop. That's my shit, Izzy; you need to ask my fucking permission."

"Well, whatever. Anyways, as I was saying, I was using your laptop, and you really need to clear your browsing history."

Lindsay stared at her awkwardly for a second.

"I mean, I don't think I've seen guys computers with this much porn on it," Izzy said, and Courtney and Jenny started laughing.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one here who watches porn," Lindsay said.

"No," Izzy said, "But you're the only one here who watches hard-core BDSM lesbian porn and then doesn't clear their browsing history."

"Wait… I don't watch porn," Jenny said.

"Bullshit," the three other girls said at the same time.

"Okay…" Jenny said, "Anyways, what do you think is the best way for me to get Trent Johnston's attention."

"Trent?" Lindsay asked, "Trent's in a relationship with a 34-year-old woman right now… with like E-cup breasts, the best thing to do is wait until they break up… because there's no way you'll be able to steal him from this girl." Lindsay conveniently left out the part about this 34 year old woman being her mother. She just didn't really want Jenny to know that, not yet.

"Oh…" Jenny said.

"Don't worry, I know this woman, and she doesn't do well with relationships. I'll keep you updated on the status, once they break up, just ask him out. He'll say yes to anything female." Lindsay said.

"Thanks, Lindsay," Jenny said, "You're a good friend."

Time: 9 October 2007

Heather and Gwen went back to Gwen's house… well; technically it was Heather's house too now, at least temporarily. Anyways, the problem was that Heather accidentally left her phone at the school. The good news was that Lindsay found it. The bad news was that Lindsay looked through the pictures. Technically she wasn't supposed to do that, but being the curious girl that she was, she couldn't help herself.

The night before, both Gwen and Heather had taken several nude pictures of Leanne, at her request, via their cell phones. And these were the first pictures Lindsay saw. With most teenagers, if they found out their friend was fucking their parents they would be pretty upset. Lindsay was upset, not because Heather was fucking Leanne (and when she found out Heather was fucking Leanne, she automatically assumed Gwen was as well, as the two of them were practically inseparable lately,) but because they hadn't told her. She was extremely curious; however, and also scared for her friends because she knew what Leanne was capable of.

Anyways, she called Gwen, using Heather's phone.

"Hello?" Gwen answered.

"Hi, this is Lindsay," Lindsay said, "I found Heather's phone… could you give the phone to her?"

"Sure," Gwen said.

"I didn't even know my phone was missing," Heather said, "Thanks for getting it Lindsay."

"No problem, but there is something I have to ask you… why are there naked pictures of my mom on your phone?"

No response.

"Heather… please don't be like this. Answer my fucking question."

"Come over to our place, and we'll tell you everything," Heather said.

So Lindsay proceeded to do just that. Once she arrived at the Morrow's house, Lindsay gave Heather her phone back, and then Gwen and Heather told Lindsay about everything they had done with Leanne up until that point.

"I'm not mad at you," Lindsay said, "But we have to agree. No more secrets, okay?"

"Okay," Gwen and Heather both said, and then Lindsay felt a surge of guilt in her stomach, as she was keeping a few secrets from them as well. She couldn't tell Lindsay and Gwen about Duncan being bi, that wasn't her secret to tell. But about her and Amber… she felt she needed to tell them or else she would be a massive fucking hypocrite.

"Listen girls," Lindsay said, "I have a secret I've been keeping from you as well," and then she told them about Amber.

"I can't believe you're dating the principal," Heather said, "That just seems kinda wrong."

"No it's not, its love. Love has no limits, Heather, although what would you know about it, you've never been in love with someone else."

"That's not fucking true," Heather said.

"It isn't, who have you been in love with then, Heather. And I'm not talking about a crush, like what you have with Cody, and what Gwen had with Trent. I'm talking about real, painful, agonizing, beautiful, love. Neither of you two dumb whores have ever experienced love, and you almost certainly never will," Lindsay angrily said.

"What the hell's your fucking problem?" Gwen asked, "Just because we disagree with something you are doing, doesn't mean you have to go all ape shit on us."

"Have you listened to yourselves lately?" Lindsay said, "You are literally repeating each other's thoughts and words. Any individuality you two might've had, it's been zapped by Leanne, and by your little love affair. If you didn't look so different, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two of you."

"Well then you're not paying attention," Heather said, "Gwen's her own girl, I'm my own girl, we just happen to be really close. I'm sorry you have a barrier around you where you can't get really close to someone else, but that doesn't mean that everyone's gotta be like that."

"Just because we agree on a lot of things, and like spending time with each other, doesn't mean we're the same fucking person, Lindsay."

Lindsay stood up, and flipped off both girls with both hands. Part of her wondered why she was so mad, another part of her wanted to start a massive fist fight, but in the end she simply said, "Fuck you guys!" And stormed out of the house.

After leaving the house, Lindsay walked alone down the street, smoking a cigarette. She told herself that she needed some time alone, and she kind of regretted agreeing to no more secrets with Heather and Gwen. As she was walking, she saw Ashley in her front lawn.

"Hi Lindsay!" Ashley said.

Lindsay waved hi back, but didn't say anything, and kept walking. She wasn't sure where she was going to go; her home was at the very least a 45 minute walk away… maybe that was what she needed. Along the way, she passed Geoff, DJ, Brittney, and Leshawna, who were in a four-seated car, with DJ driving (it was his dad's car,) Leshawna in the passenger's seat, and Geoff and Brittney in the back. DJ pulled over to say hi.

"Hi Lindsay," Geoff said, "Mind if I drag that?"

"No," Lindsay said, "Sorry Geoff, but I kinda feel I need this smoke right now," she added, to make it appear like she wasn't trying to be hostile, which she wasn't.

"Oh okay," Geoff said.

"Anyways, you should come hang out with us," DJ said, "We're just going to the mall."

"No thanks guys, I'm good."

"Girl, you can't just hang out by yourself," Leshawna said, "C'mon…"

"Leshawna," Lindsay said sternly, "Thank you, but I need my space right now, okay?"

Leshawna just shrugged and nodded. They said bye and DJ drove away.

Lindsay saw another car drive up to where she was, which was now walking on the sidewalk of a more main road, and pull over right next to her. When the window rolled down, she saw Leanne.

"Sup," Leanne said.

"What do you want?" Lindsay asked.

"Well… first of all, you said you'd visit, you haven't visited yet. Second of all, I would hate to be you right now, I mean, how does it feel, knowing that I, your own mother, am fucking the two girls that you've wanted to fuck basically since you were a little girl? Doesn't that just sting, Lindsay?"

"You can't hurt me, Leanne," Lindsay said.

"Bitch… get in the car," Leanne said, "I don't want to just stand here looking like a fucking moron."

Lindsay didn't want to get in the car, but complied, and got in the shotgun seat. Leanne got back on the main road.

"So where are you going?" Leanne asked.

"Nowhere. Just got in a massive fight with Gwen and Heather." And Lindsay had no idea why she admitted that, it was as if the word's just rolled off her tongue.

"So I heard," Leanne said, "Look, I'm not trying to hurt you. I just think it's kind of cute and ironic that I'm getting the tail that you've wanted to get your entire life. By the way, they're both really good, I mean, you think two 15 year old girls won't be that good at eating pussy, but… after I gave them a little bit of instruction, it was like wow. I'm not saying they're the best I've ever had, but they're definitely top 6."

"That's nice…" Lindsay said.

"So… I wanted to ask your opinion on something… what would be the best way to dump Trent's ass. I mean, he's not good at sex, kinda stupid… he's basically a dead weight on my life, time that I could be spent doing other things…"

"Haven't you dumped a lot of different people before?" Lindsay said.

"Nah, usually I just kill 'em." Leanne said, and she said that so nonchalantly that Lindsay sent a shiver down her spine, "But I can't kill a minor, because there's a much better chance I'll get caught. So what would be the best way to break his little heart?"

"I don't know… dump him just before he thinks you're about to have sex with him or something," Lindsay said, "I have a friend who was a major crush on him, so I guess that'll give him a soft landing."

"Well, that's nice of you." Leanne said, "Anyways, could you please come over now… just to say hi to Jo and stuff."

Lindsay sighed, "Alright fine… but I'm not staying any longer than I need to."

Lindsay arrived at Leanne's house, and knocked on the door to Jo's room.

"Go away mom," Jo said.

"Jo, it's me, Lindsay."

"Lindsay?" Jo quickly opened the door. Lindsay saw that she was not wearing a top, and was readjusting her underwear as she spoke to her older sister, "Lindsay, you gotta get the hell out of here," she said.

"Why?"

"Just go… you can't stay here with Leanne," Jo said.

"I'm not staying; I just came to say hi."

Jo was about to respond, but then Lindsay heard a voice coming from Jo's bed, "Jojo, baby I'm so horny… please come fuck me."

"I'll be there in a minute, babe." Jo said, before turning back to Lindsay, "Lindsay, you've seen me now… now please leave."

Jo shut the door, and presumably went to go have sex with whoever the girl under the covers was. Lindsay saw Leanne walking up the stairs.

"What's her deal?" She asked.

"I don't know," Leanne says, "She's been acting awfully strange lately. Apparently she has some kind of secret lover thing going on, although she won't admit that to me. I wonder who it could be… anyways, follow me."

"Wait… I thought you said I was just coming here to say hi to Jo?"

"Yeah, but… follow me."

"Am I about to get raped or killed?" Lindsay asked.

"Well, I could say no, but what would be the fun in that?" Leanne winked.

Lindsay followed her mom into Leanne's room, a place Lindsay hadn't been in a long time.

"Remember?" Leanne asked.

"Remember what?" Lindsay was confused.

"Remember back a few years ago, when the two of us would spend time in here together? Back when we would make love, and didn't give a damn about social norms and customs?"

What the hell, Lindsay thought, has she honestly deluded herself into thinking that I consented?

"Leanne?" Lindsay asked, "That wasn't consensual. You blackmailed me into being your… basically your sex toy, for a few months. Then you stopped once I told James, even though he didn't really give a shit."

"Silly Lindsay," Leanne said, "You need to get a better memory."

No, Lindsay thought, you need to stop being insane.

"Anyways, I still think we would've made a really cute couple," Leanne said, and Lindsay started to back away slowly.

"Look Leanne," Lindsay said, "I'd really love to stay, but I actually have to go."

To her surprise, Leanne didn't try to force her to stay, nor did she lock the doors. All she said was, "Could you visit more often then?"

Gotta say no, gotta say no… Lindsay thought, "Um… Ok." She said. Fuck!

Lindsay left the house promptly after that. She was only about a 20 minute walk from her house now, but she didn't want to go back just yet. She still needed to take her mind off of this day's events.

Leanne stared at her daughter from the window in her room as she saw her walking away.

I love you, Lindsay, Leanne thought, mommy will always love you. She smiled evilly and picked up the phone…

A/N: Okay guys. I think this chapter kind of gave a venture into the mind of probably the most psychotic character in this story. I hope you enjoyed it, and I probably won't be posting again for a while, as I'm gonna take some time to work on my other story, as well as get my recently suffering social life back in order. Anyways, thanks for reading guys, and I promise it won't be longer than 3 weeks.

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