Emily's P.O.V. ~
"It fucking hurts." Phil groans.
"You guys just need to walk it off." I play with his hair.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." Stu groans.
"I'm a fucking doctor, asshole." I glare at him.
After a while, the boys get up and another cop drops us off at the impound lot. We wait on the porch for the car. Alan is sitting down. Stu is pacing back and forth, and I'm leaning against one of the poles with Phil.
"Fuck those guys, you hear me? That was bullshit! I'm telling everybody we stole a cop car." Stu rants.
"They let us go. Who cares?" Phil sighs.
"I care!" Stu snaps. "You can't just do that. You can't just tase people because you think it's funny. That's police brutality."
"It was either that, or we all would be in jail!" I snap slightly, just to shut him up.
"Yeah! What the hell was up with you being pregnant? You haven't had a boyfriend in like 4 years." Stu stops pacing and turns to me.
"I lied." Phil rolls his eyes. "I didn't know what they were gonna do! I wasn't risking her."
"That's bullshit! She should have gotten tased too. I'm getting a soda. Do you guys want anything?" He asks.
"No." We all say.
Stu walks away and I sigh.
"My man doesn't shut up. Jesus Christ." Phil sighs, pulling me close.
I wrap my arms around him and look at Alan.
"Alan, you okay?" I ask, softly.
"I'm just worried. What if something happened to Doug? Something bad." Alan glances at us.
"Come on, you can't think like that." Phil starts.
"I mean, what if he's dead? I can't afford to lose anybody close to me again. It hurts too much."
I look away. I never thought he would be dead. My…twin brother could be dead. Phil holds me close.
"I was so upset when my grandpa died." Alan finishes his rant.
"Oh, I'm s...How'd he die?" Phil asks.
"World War II."
Phil looks at me, then back up. "Died in battle?"
"No, he was skiing in Vermont. It was just during World War II." Alan says, as if nothing is wrong with his statements.
"Alan….Doug is fine." I say, more to myself than him.
"Well, why hasn't he called?" Alan looks at us.
"Because we have his phone, Alan. He might not have a way to contact us." I answer.
"I'll tell you another thing," Stu starts but Phil cuts him off.
"Stu, not now."
"No, how much do you wanna bet it's fucked beyond recognition." Stu finishes.
"That's enough." Phil snaps. "Alan's seriously worried, okay? Let's not freak him out anymore."
"Sorry, Alan," Stu pauses. "You know what? We'll search the car for clues and everything's gonna be okay."
We all hear a car against the gravel, coming toward us.
"Oh shit. I can't watch. Just tell me what it looks like." Phil says, hiding his face in my hair.
"Not looking. Not looking." Stu turns around.
I see the car pull up...in perfect condition.
"Fuck yeah!" I cheer.
Phil and Stu both look up and smile.
"Thank God." Phil smiles. "You see? It's gonna be alright."
Stu looks at Phil. "Who's gonna drive?"
"I will." Phil steps forward.
"No. You drove the cop car the whole time. I wanna drive this car." Stu stops him.
"My dad said Emily has to drive." Alan buts in.
"I don't care what your dad said." Stu says.
I walk to the guy and get the keys before getting in the driver's seat. The guys continue to fight so I honk the horn. They all jump and look at me. I wave my hands in circles, meaning 'hurry the fuck up'. They run over and get inside. I start driving as the boys look around.
"How come you get to drive?" Phil says, from the passenger seat.
"We're looking for my brother and I've known him longer than you have." I look at him and smirk. "Seniority rules."
He rolls his eyes playfully.
"Anything?" Phil asks the guys.
"Hmm, I got a cigar." Stu holds it up.
"I found...There are some black shoes." Alan holds up somes shoes.
"They women's shoes?" Phil asks, looking back.
"I don't know." Alan hands them to Stu.
I glance back before looking at the road again. "They are too ugly to be women's shoes."
"It's a men's size six." Stu says.
"What is this, a snakeskin?" Alan holds up a used condom.
"Ew!" Stu yells.
"That's a used condom, Alan!" Phil yells.
Alan throws it onto Stu, who screams like a little girl. He pushes it off of himself which makes it fly onto my shoulder.
"Ew! Get it the fuck off!" I scream, swerving slightly.
"Oh, God. Ew!" Phil grabs it and throws it out the window. "Ew! I got jizz on me. Jesus Christ, guys."
I quickly pull off the road into a dirt lot before turning toward the backseat. Stu and Alan are giggling and I glare. If looks could kill...well...they wouldn't be giggling anymore with the way I'm glaring at them.
"Alright! What the fuck! We gotta get this shit together if we're gonna find my brother!"
Everyone is silent for a few moments when we something pounding somewhere in the car.
"What was that?" Alan asks.
The pounding happens again.
"It's in the trunk." Stu says. His eyes widen. "Doug's in the trunk!"
"Fuck! Shit!" I quickly turn off the car and grab the keys.
I jump out of the car and run to the trunk.
"Open it! Open it!" Stu yells, running up to me with Phil.
I quickly open the trunk and look inside. What's inside is definitely not my brother. Inside the trunk is a naked, Asian man. He jumps out of the trunk onto Phil. His legs are over Phil's shoulders and he's hitting him in the back with a crowbar. I try and pull him off but Phil throws him to his feet in front of Stu.
He quickly hits Stu in the stomach, forcing him to instinctively bend over, then he hits him in the back. Stu falls to the ground and the man turns back to Phil. Phil puts his hands up and the man cracks him in the face with the crowbar. I scream and the man looks at me. I go to cover my face, but he cracks my knee causing me to bend down before hitting me in the face.
I fall to the ground and he turns to Alan.
"Please! Please! Please!" Alan begs. "I'm with you! I'm with you!"
"You gonna fuck on me?" The man speaks for the first time.
"Nobody's gonna fuck on you! We're on your side! I hate Godzilla! I hate him too. He destroys cities."
I groan and roll over. Alan, that is not gonna help us!
"This isn't your fault!" Alan pauses for a second. "I'll get you some pants."
The man doesn't care. He throws the crowbar at Alan's face before taking off, running.
"What the fuck was that?" Phil groans, crawling over to me.
"I have internal bleeding. Somebody call 911!" Stu rolls over.
I sit up slightly and fall into Phil who helps me lean against the side of the car.
"That was fucked up." I groan.
"Who was that guy? He was so mean." Phil whines.
"Guys, there's something I need to tell you." Alan speaks up.
We all look at him.
"What Alan? Can it wait?" I try to move.
"Last night on the roof before we went out…" He starts. "I slipped something into our Jagermeisters."
All our heads snap up toward him.
"What?" Phil asks.
"I'm sorry. I fudged up, guys." Alan says.
"You drugged us?" Stu says, sitting up.
"No, I didn't drug you." He looks up. "I was told it was ecstasy."
"Well, who told you it was ecstasy?" Phil asks, standing up.
"The guy I bought it from at the liquor store." Alan sighs.
"Why would you give us ecstasy?" Stu asks, moves to his knees.
"I wanted everybody to have a good time and I knew you guys wouldn't take it. It was just one hit each." He whines slightly. "I used to do three hits a night."
"But it wasn't ecstasy, Alan!" I snap at him. "It was roofies!"
"You think I knew that, Em?! The guy I bought it from seemed like a real straight shooter!"
"You mean the drug dealer at the liquor store wasn't a good guy." Stu sarcastically says, finally standing up.
"Let's just calm down." Phil says, standing up.
I roll to my side and stand up, slowly.
"You fucking calm down! He drugged us! I lost a tooth! I married a whore!" Stu lists.
"How dare you! She's a nice lady!" Alan raises his voice.
"You are such a fucking moron." Stu snaps.
"Your language is offensive." Alan snaps.
"Fuck you!" Stu yells.
"Seriously, this is a good thing. At least it's not some stranger who drugged us for no reason." Phil looks at Stu.
"Yeah, you're right, Phil. It's totally a good thing." Stu rolls his eyes. "We're so much better off now. Here's something I would like to remind you three of: Our best friend, her brother, Doug is probably facedown in a ditch right now with a meth-head butt-fucking his corpse."
"Fuck you, Stu!" I turn toward him.
"That's highly unlikely." Alan chimes in.
"Oh shut the hell up." I glare at Alan. "You drugged us! I am so mad at you right now that if I hear you say another word, I'll hit you myself."
"But-" He starts.
"That's it! No more matching shirts!" I yell and walk around the car, grabbing the keys from the ground.
"No!" He yells, trying to get up.
"Let's get our shit together guys. Let's go back to the hotel, and I'm gonna make a couple calls. Maybe Doug's back there. Maybe he's asleep." Phil tries to calm us down.
I get into the driver's seat and start the car. Stu opens the passenger door and I hear a thunk.
"Oh, God. Are you okay?" Stu asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I hear Alan say.
"Alan, I'm sorry." Stu says.
The other three get into the car and I start driving.
"Emily…" Alan whispers slightly.
"Yes Alan?" I sigh, staring out the window.
"Is there seriously no more matching shirts?" He asks.
"I don't know, Alan. I am very upset with you right now. If you shut up, maybe." I drive.
"But Stu hit me with the door."
"You deserved it." I say, glancing back at him.
He just has a knot on his forehead.
"I'll check everyone out when we get to the hotel room." I say.
They all nod, and the rest of the ride to the hotel was quiet. We get back and go straight up and when we reach the door, Alan speaks up.
"Wait, guys. Guys." We stop walking and look at him. "What about the tiger? What if it got out?"
"Oh, fuck! I keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger." Phil whispers. "How the fuck did we get it in there?"
"I don't know, because I don't remember." Stu looks at Alan.
"Shhh. Stu, keep it down." I whisper.
"Because one of the, uh, side effects of, uh, roofies is memory loss." Alan informs Stu.
"You are literally too stupid to insult." Stu says, staring at him.
"Thank you." Alan smiles slightly.
"Hey, come on." Phil says, slowly opening the door.
We all walk in but there's music playing. I look at Phil confused.
"Did we leave the music on?" I ask him.
He shakes his head and the door slams behind us. Phil turns.
"Hey shhh."
We all walk further in and Phil goes to turn. He bumps into a large man. They both scream which causes Stu and I to scream.
"Who the hell are you?" Phil asks.
"No, who are you?" The man asks.
"Quiet, quiet!" Someone snaps.
We all look to see Mike Tyson, standing up from the piano.
