Chapter Nine
Ruthie lay in bed thinking about what had happened over the last few days. In her mind she made a list, she made lots of lists in her head.
Monday:
1. My brother was arrested for murder
2. No one in my family believes him, I'm not sure if I even do. I guess innocent until proven guilty doesn't apply to this.
Tuesday:
1. Everyone at school is avoiding me except to ask me about what it's like to have a "killer" for a brother. I wanted to scream at every one of them and I don't know
2.Deena came over with a plan to save Simon. Apparently some guy accidently taped the whole thing but he won't give it to anyone unless Deena does something. She wouldn't say what but it sounded really bad.
Tommorow
1. I face another horrible day in school no doubt.
2. I help Deena with her plan and hopefully free my brother from jail.
Ruthie wanted to cry so bad but her sisters were in the room and she didn't want either of them to know that this was totally tearing her up. She pulled the blanket over her head.
*******
Deena locked her door and sat down on her bed. She pulled the contents out of the bag she was carrying and set them on her nightstand. A bottle of cherry coke, a bottle of water, nail glue, sleeping pills, and a bowl and mallet set you use to crush spices. She opened the package of pills; they were the strongest she could find. She dumped four out of the bottle and into the bowl. She picked up the mallet with a tight grip and started to crush the pills with the same aggressiveness she had used when crushing the CD. When the only thing left was a fine white powder she stopped. She grabbed the coke and opened the bottle. She watched the powder float to the bottom after she poured it in. She screwed the lid back on, shook it up, and set it on the table. She opened the nail glue and carefully put a thin line of glue on the bottle to reseal it. After she had finished her task and had put everything away she popped one of the pills in her mouth and lied down on her bed.
****
"Deena we've been standing here for five minutes are you going to ring the doorbell?"
"Yes I mean I don't know. I thought this through down to the last detail but what if something goes wrong? Ruthie, James is not the kind of guy you want to upset. If anything happens to you-"
"Deena in case you haven't noticed I'm not eight years old anymore."
"I know but your family's going through enough right now, and they don't need anything else to deal with."
Ruthie rang the doorbell. A moment later James answered.
"Hi Deena and..."
"This is Ruthie I forgot I was babysitting her sorry. She won't bother us though, she has homework."
"Whatever come on in."
When they were inside James led Ruthie and Deena to the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home I'll be right back."
Ruthie sat down at the table at started pulling things out of her backpack.
"So how long is this going to take?"
"The pills say they take twenty minutes so after you pull off your stunt, as soon as whoever picks us up can get here."
"Great the sooner things get back to normal the better."
What are you kinding yourself nothing is ever going to be the same after this, Ruthie thought to herself.
"Ok one last time are you sure you can do this?"
"Yeah it's funny though. When I was younger I used to cry to get Simon into trouble not out of it."
"Well lets just hope he believes your performance."
"He will trust me."
"I do and that's why I'm going to go in there and set everything up. You remember what to do right."
"I watch the tape from just outside the kitchen and then at the end I make a scene I know. You went over it with me like twenty times when we were walking over here."
"Sorry, I'm going," she said and walked into the living room where James was sitting on the couch.
"Hey James I know we were going to talk but could I watch the tape again I'm still trying to convince myself it's real."
"Sure I'll go get it," he said and got up.
"Hey wait, Deena said and pulled the drinks out of her bag, do you like coke?"
"Yeah."
She tossed him the coke and he caught it perfectly.
"Thanks, I'll be right back."
She sank back into the couch desperatly trying to push all the worst case scenarios from her mind. A moment later James came back and set his coke on the table. Deena glanced at it, it was half empty. He set up the tape and sat down. Deena stared at the screen but in her mind she was praying that her plan would work. After the scene played out on the video Ruthie let out a wail. James and Deena looked over to her. Even though Deena had been expecting it the sight shocked her. Ruthie was a fantastic actress, she was shaking and crying almost uncontrolably. Deena almost believed that the tape had triggored this raction. Truthfully though the act was just Ruthie letting go of all the emotions she had been holding in. Deena ran over and hugged her.
"Ruthie what's wrong?"
"W-w-why would someone do that? There was so much blood and everyone thinks he did it."
"Shh Ruthie, do you think she could lie down somewhere?"
"Sure, you can lay down in my sister's room upstairs."
Deena helped Ruthie get up and they struggled to follow him upstairs. He led them into a room and Ruthie lied down on the bed while Deena attempted to comfort her.
"Could I use your phone to call someone to pick her up?"
"Yeah I'll get it," he replied and left.
Deena held Ruthie for a moment longer until she thought he was out of earshot.
"And the Emmy goes to...," she said with a laugh.
"I wasn't that good."
"Yes you were, you have increadable talent."
"No I don't I've been wanting to do something like this but I was trying to pretend everything wasn't bothering me."
"Well you don't have to anymore because everything is going to work out."
"How long until he's asleep?"
"Probably another ten or fifteen minutes. Then we can go."
"Great, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How did you come with this? The drugs in the coke, the crying, it all seems so..., smart, in an evil way."
Unknown to Deena and Ruthie James had been listening outside the door. The phone had been in his room which was next door so he had heard practically
everything. He already knew about the coke from listening earlier so he hadn't dranken any. He walked inside and handed the phone to Deena.
"Here's the phone Deena. If you need anything else I'll be in my room, for some reason I'm really tired."
Ruthie turned to Deena.
"I think I'm starting to see why my brother likes you so much."
"Oh really, Deena laughed, what's the number for the church?"
"Don't call my Dad."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm supposed to be visiting Simon not helping you with a plan, remember. Call my house and see if Robbie will."
"Ok."
Deena dialed the familar number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Camden this is Deena can I talk to Robbie?"
"Sure he's right here."
"Hello?"
"Robbie this is Deena, are you busy?"
"No why?"
"Ruthie needs to be picked up."
"Ok where are you?"
"Do you know where Johansen street is?"
"Yeah."
"Well it's the blue house at the end."
"Ok I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks, oh Ruthie wants to talk to you."
"Hello."
"Ruthie I thought you were visiting Simon."
"We are but we're helping him first."
"What?"
"Nevermind just hurry up."
"Ok, I'll see you in a little bit, bye."
"Bye"
*****
Robbie knocked on the door and was about to knock again when Ruthie opened it and pulled him inside. He looked at her tear stained face and disheveled hair.
"What happened?"
"Scary movie but it doesn't matter. Deena are you coming with us?"
"No I'll meet you at the station later I have to take care of something."
"Ok see ya then bye," Ruthie said and led Robbie out by the arm. Deena stepped inside and closed the door. After sitting on the couch she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Ruthie had her emotional outburst and this letter was hers.
James-
When you read this I will have what I want without paying your "price" for it. You can probably figure out what happened because if I remember right you aren't stupid. Anyway before I leave I decided to tell you exactally what I think of you. You are scum, lower than scum you don't know how low you are. I
think you are a fucking pervert with a twisted mind. I am so sick of guys with twisted messed up heads. Norton was pretty screwed but you are worse. You have no respect for me and probably not for any other women either. I have no intreast in being with anyone but Simon. You know that, you knew I'd do anything for him. So you thought I had no brain and I would be forced to do what you wanted, NOT. I am a person not a sex object, I have a brain and I just used it to outsmart you. HA! Oh I feel so much better now that I've vented my anger.
Deena
She folded it up and walked upstairs feeling better having relesed her anger. She tiptoed into James room and was glad he was asleep. Her plan was working. She set the note on James' pillow and left the room. When she was back in the living room she went to the VCR. The tape wasn't there, she looked around but couldn't find it.
"Dammit it must be in his room."
Deena ran upstairs to James' room. She went over to the closet, opened it and began searching the shelves. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see the person.
"Looking for this?"
James grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She struggled but he held tight.
"Nice note princess sheer poetry and you're right I'm not stupid. I didn't drink the coke. Now there are two ways we can do this sweetheart. Willingly or by force, take your pick."
"I would never give in to you," she said struggling even more.
"Allright but it's a shame a spunky girl like you would probably be a lot of fun."
"You are so beyond sick."
James pushed her onto the bed and started trying to pin her down. He started to pull at the straps on her dress. She was fighting him off but he was stronger than she was.
"Please don't do this, please, I really will do anything else. Please," Deena said through her tears.
Meanwhile...
Robbie and Ruthie drove down the road.
"Oh no I forgot my bag could we go back and get it?"
"Sure."
Robbie turned the car around and they started back towards the house.
TBC
Will Robbie and Ruthie reach the house in time to save Deena? Find out in chapter 10.
Ruthie lay in bed thinking about what had happened over the last few days. In her mind she made a list, she made lots of lists in her head.
Monday:
1. My brother was arrested for murder
2. No one in my family believes him, I'm not sure if I even do. I guess innocent until proven guilty doesn't apply to this.
Tuesday:
1. Everyone at school is avoiding me except to ask me about what it's like to have a "killer" for a brother. I wanted to scream at every one of them and I don't know
2.Deena came over with a plan to save Simon. Apparently some guy accidently taped the whole thing but he won't give it to anyone unless Deena does something. She wouldn't say what but it sounded really bad.
Tommorow
1. I face another horrible day in school no doubt.
2. I help Deena with her plan and hopefully free my brother from jail.
Ruthie wanted to cry so bad but her sisters were in the room and she didn't want either of them to know that this was totally tearing her up. She pulled the blanket over her head.
*******
Deena locked her door and sat down on her bed. She pulled the contents out of the bag she was carrying and set them on her nightstand. A bottle of cherry coke, a bottle of water, nail glue, sleeping pills, and a bowl and mallet set you use to crush spices. She opened the package of pills; they were the strongest she could find. She dumped four out of the bottle and into the bowl. She picked up the mallet with a tight grip and started to crush the pills with the same aggressiveness she had used when crushing the CD. When the only thing left was a fine white powder she stopped. She grabbed the coke and opened the bottle. She watched the powder float to the bottom after she poured it in. She screwed the lid back on, shook it up, and set it on the table. She opened the nail glue and carefully put a thin line of glue on the bottle to reseal it. After she had finished her task and had put everything away she popped one of the pills in her mouth and lied down on her bed.
****
"Deena we've been standing here for five minutes are you going to ring the doorbell?"
"Yes I mean I don't know. I thought this through down to the last detail but what if something goes wrong? Ruthie, James is not the kind of guy you want to upset. If anything happens to you-"
"Deena in case you haven't noticed I'm not eight years old anymore."
"I know but your family's going through enough right now, and they don't need anything else to deal with."
Ruthie rang the doorbell. A moment later James answered.
"Hi Deena and..."
"This is Ruthie I forgot I was babysitting her sorry. She won't bother us though, she has homework."
"Whatever come on in."
When they were inside James led Ruthie and Deena to the kitchen.
"Make yourself at home I'll be right back."
Ruthie sat down at the table at started pulling things out of her backpack.
"So how long is this going to take?"
"The pills say they take twenty minutes so after you pull off your stunt, as soon as whoever picks us up can get here."
"Great the sooner things get back to normal the better."
What are you kinding yourself nothing is ever going to be the same after this, Ruthie thought to herself.
"Ok one last time are you sure you can do this?"
"Yeah it's funny though. When I was younger I used to cry to get Simon into trouble not out of it."
"Well lets just hope he believes your performance."
"He will trust me."
"I do and that's why I'm going to go in there and set everything up. You remember what to do right."
"I watch the tape from just outside the kitchen and then at the end I make a scene I know. You went over it with me like twenty times when we were walking over here."
"Sorry, I'm going," she said and walked into the living room where James was sitting on the couch.
"Hey James I know we were going to talk but could I watch the tape again I'm still trying to convince myself it's real."
"Sure I'll go get it," he said and got up.
"Hey wait, Deena said and pulled the drinks out of her bag, do you like coke?"
"Yeah."
She tossed him the coke and he caught it perfectly.
"Thanks, I'll be right back."
She sank back into the couch desperatly trying to push all the worst case scenarios from her mind. A moment later James came back and set his coke on the table. Deena glanced at it, it was half empty. He set up the tape and sat down. Deena stared at the screen but in her mind she was praying that her plan would work. After the scene played out on the video Ruthie let out a wail. James and Deena looked over to her. Even though Deena had been expecting it the sight shocked her. Ruthie was a fantastic actress, she was shaking and crying almost uncontrolably. Deena almost believed that the tape had triggored this raction. Truthfully though the act was just Ruthie letting go of all the emotions she had been holding in. Deena ran over and hugged her.
"Ruthie what's wrong?"
"W-w-why would someone do that? There was so much blood and everyone thinks he did it."
"Shh Ruthie, do you think she could lie down somewhere?"
"Sure, you can lay down in my sister's room upstairs."
Deena helped Ruthie get up and they struggled to follow him upstairs. He led them into a room and Ruthie lied down on the bed while Deena attempted to comfort her.
"Could I use your phone to call someone to pick her up?"
"Yeah I'll get it," he replied and left.
Deena held Ruthie for a moment longer until she thought he was out of earshot.
"And the Emmy goes to...," she said with a laugh.
"I wasn't that good."
"Yes you were, you have increadable talent."
"No I don't I've been wanting to do something like this but I was trying to pretend everything wasn't bothering me."
"Well you don't have to anymore because everything is going to work out."
"How long until he's asleep?"
"Probably another ten or fifteen minutes. Then we can go."
"Great, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How did you come with this? The drugs in the coke, the crying, it all seems so..., smart, in an evil way."
Unknown to Deena and Ruthie James had been listening outside the door. The phone had been in his room which was next door so he had heard practically
everything. He already knew about the coke from listening earlier so he hadn't dranken any. He walked inside and handed the phone to Deena.
"Here's the phone Deena. If you need anything else I'll be in my room, for some reason I'm really tired."
Ruthie turned to Deena.
"I think I'm starting to see why my brother likes you so much."
"Oh really, Deena laughed, what's the number for the church?"
"Don't call my Dad."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm supposed to be visiting Simon not helping you with a plan, remember. Call my house and see if Robbie will."
"Ok."
Deena dialed the familar number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. Camden this is Deena can I talk to Robbie?"
"Sure he's right here."
"Hello?"
"Robbie this is Deena, are you busy?"
"No why?"
"Ruthie needs to be picked up."
"Ok where are you?"
"Do you know where Johansen street is?"
"Yeah."
"Well it's the blue house at the end."
"Ok I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Thanks, oh Ruthie wants to talk to you."
"Hello."
"Ruthie I thought you were visiting Simon."
"We are but we're helping him first."
"What?"
"Nevermind just hurry up."
"Ok, I'll see you in a little bit, bye."
"Bye"
*****
Robbie knocked on the door and was about to knock again when Ruthie opened it and pulled him inside. He looked at her tear stained face and disheveled hair.
"What happened?"
"Scary movie but it doesn't matter. Deena are you coming with us?"
"No I'll meet you at the station later I have to take care of something."
"Ok see ya then bye," Ruthie said and led Robbie out by the arm. Deena stepped inside and closed the door. After sitting on the couch she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Ruthie had her emotional outburst and this letter was hers.
James-
When you read this I will have what I want without paying your "price" for it. You can probably figure out what happened because if I remember right you aren't stupid. Anyway before I leave I decided to tell you exactally what I think of you. You are scum, lower than scum you don't know how low you are. I
think you are a fucking pervert with a twisted mind. I am so sick of guys with twisted messed up heads. Norton was pretty screwed but you are worse. You have no respect for me and probably not for any other women either. I have no intreast in being with anyone but Simon. You know that, you knew I'd do anything for him. So you thought I had no brain and I would be forced to do what you wanted, NOT. I am a person not a sex object, I have a brain and I just used it to outsmart you. HA! Oh I feel so much better now that I've vented my anger.
Deena
She folded it up and walked upstairs feeling better having relesed her anger. She tiptoed into James room and was glad he was asleep. Her plan was working. She set the note on James' pillow and left the room. When she was back in the living room she went to the VCR. The tape wasn't there, she looked around but couldn't find it.
"Dammit it must be in his room."
Deena ran upstairs to James' room. She went over to the closet, opened it and began searching the shelves. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see the person.
"Looking for this?"
James grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. She struggled but he held tight.
"Nice note princess sheer poetry and you're right I'm not stupid. I didn't drink the coke. Now there are two ways we can do this sweetheart. Willingly or by force, take your pick."
"I would never give in to you," she said struggling even more.
"Allright but it's a shame a spunky girl like you would probably be a lot of fun."
"You are so beyond sick."
James pushed her onto the bed and started trying to pin her down. He started to pull at the straps on her dress. She was fighting him off but he was stronger than she was.
"Please don't do this, please, I really will do anything else. Please," Deena said through her tears.
Meanwhile...
Robbie and Ruthie drove down the road.
"Oh no I forgot my bag could we go back and get it?"
"Sure."
Robbie turned the car around and they started back towards the house.
TBC
Will Robbie and Ruthie reach the house in time to save Deena? Find out in chapter 10.
