"David wait up…"
He kept walking at the sound of Donna's voice behind him, nasally and whiny. He didn't need to look to see that she'd be wearing one of her skimpy body hugging outfits…a mini skirt that skimmed her thighs and a top that left little to the imagination. Donna loved to tease even as she held back from a guy and David had grown tired of it. He had deluded himself into believing she might loosen her tight grip on her V card and maybe after smoking some weed, allow him certain liberties.
But she'd held back so far and told him she wasn't that type of girl. Some loose floozy like those cheerleaders who had been warming him up lately. David had plead ignorance insisting that he only had a little fun with them because he had…needs that some woman had to satisfy or he'd go crazy. It didn't change the way he felt about her…or that he'd really liked her. It's just that holding hands, making out on the shag carpet of her bedroom or kissing just didn't make her worth his while.
She had sworn never to speak to him again…ever but in recent days, she'd seem to soften a bit. Maybe she was understanding why he'd been spending time with other pretty girls. He heard her approach him, her heels clicking on the floor of the hallway at West Beverly.
He turned to look at her. Sure enough, she wore a pink tank top baring an inch or so of tanned belly accentuated by a golden ring piercing. She didn't wear a skirt, she wore cutoff denim shorts which appeared to be painted on her body.
Damn she looked tempting but if he made a move in her direction, she'd tease him a bit, get him all worked up, all wanting it and then she'd push him away reciting the words of her chastity pledge.
She bit her lip gazing at him with her doe like eyes.
"David…it's getting very weird now," she said, "I've been having these…visions that someone, a faceless person is hunting us down…"
He felt exasperation flood him. Was this some trick she played to get him to be her almost boyfriend again? He wasn't going to fall for it again, he wouldn't weaken to be played the fool who could look at his girlfriend but not touch.
"What are you talking about…so some creep threatened some of us," he said, "It's probably nothing…or someone trying to rattle us because…"
He stopped talking lest he reveal too much. She caught onto him quickly enough and her brows arched up.
"David…you know something. What were you going to tell us…what were you going to say about what's happening to us?"
He just looked at the furtive look on her face. Why did she look at him like that, like he'd done something wrong…especially since he hadn't even touched her?
"Donna…you're imaging things," he said, "I don't know anything that you don't know."
She didn't look like she quite believed him.
"I saw Sue today…I had such hopes she'd be a nice young girl," Donna said, "but she insists on turning herself into a hussy."
David rolled his eyes.
"Donna I hardly think…"
Her eyes flashed in pique.
"No you don't David…only with what's in your pants but Sue…she's going to get herself into trouble again if she acts like one."
David felt some degree of weight on his shoulders.
"Donna…it's not her fault that she's acting like that," he said, "Her mother's crazy even more than my mom and the whole family is a ticking time bomb waiting to go off."
Donna furrowed her brow as if she didn't quite understand.
"David don't be melodramatic," she said, "Sue just needs some guidance…I tried to mentor her to be a good girl but she needs someone else more at her level."
He sighed.
"I know…I promised Scott I'd take care of his family as he bled to death on the carpet that night," he said, "No…wait I yelled at him for being a moronic hayseed."
Donna bit her lip and David knew she was torn on what to do or say to him. He had flirted with going off the deep end into a dark abyss after Scott's death.
"It's not too late David…you can still help her," Donna said, "Just don't jump into bed with her okay? Because then you'd just be…sleazy."
He heard the mild reproach in her voice and it remained with the as they continued down the hallway.
Brandon went into the kitchen of Casa Walsh to fix himself a bologna sandwich with some jack cheese and plenty of mayo and mustard. He'd loved it how Cindy had fixed him these sandwiches when he was a little boy. Life had been so stressful lately he longed to return to those carefree years back in Minnesota camping out in the wilderness or playing ice hockey with his cousins.
But he was older now and living in the faster paced life in Beverly Hills. He'd come home after finally turning in his expose on the water polo team only to find that Jim and Cindy had gone out for the evening to an awards banquet.
That left him alone to come up with some dinner to eat so he stuck to the basics. He wondered where Brenda was right now and then figured she was out with her artsy friends somewhere. After finishing his sandwich, he grabbed a bottle of root beer from the frig and went to go watch television in the den. Just then the phone ring and he sighed, walking over to answer it.
"Hello…"
Nothing but silence met him.
"Hello…who's this? This is Brandon…who are you calling for?"
He thought he could make out the faint wheeze of someone on the other end. Just barely loud enough to hear but not understand.
"Who is this…why aren't you giving me a name?"
The faint wheeze continued.
"Emily this isn't you is it?"
Another pause and then click, the phone hung up on the other end. He just stared at the phone in his hand then hung it up with a shrug.
Then he headed to the den with his dinner without another thought.
Dylan cruised on his motorcycle over the hillside so he could look down at the twinkling lights of L.A. that masked the stars above it.
He'd been thinking the entire time he'd been on his bike about whether or not he should do what his mother suggested and that's seek a psychic about whether or not he could communicate with his dead father through a séance.
His mother was some new age freak, an ex-hippy who'd enjoyed the Sixties a bit much and had spent the last month hiking the mountains in Tibet seeking a spiritual guru. He missed his daddy but what his mother suggested, it was just crazy talk. He didn't know what happened after someone died but he didn't think his dad would be hanging around waiting for someone to contact him in a séance. He hadn't been the most available most involved father in Dylan's playgroup when he'd been a little boy.
"I can't believe I'm even considering it."
No, he couldn't do it. He had to head on back to find Kelly and get her to make it all better for him. To heal up the tortured little boy inside of him before he picked up a bottle of booze again and guzzled it down. He was this close to falling off the wagon and only Kelly could pick him up again, pulling him from the brink.
If he could only just find her.
He drove his bike to the limits and then he saw a blast of light hit him from behind and the revving of a powerful engine. A muscle car roared behind him and before he had a chance to react, it clipped him causing his motorcycle to flip in the air several times throwing Dylan 75 feet down the highway before he even knew it.