(Marty's POV)
Something was terribly wrong. There were bars on the windows. He nearly got killed climbing into what was thought to be his bedroom window. And worst of all,
Hill Valley was not at all as it should have been in 1985.
Hill Valley had somehow turned into a nightmarish version of Las Vegas. Gone was the infamous courthouse with the clock tower that hadn't worked in thirty
years, replaced with a monstrous multistory building; a casino/museum owned by none other than Biff Tannen.
Marty's eyes moved up the tall, sleek, neon-lit building; the one that flashed Biff's name in bold blue letters, letting all of Hill Valley know that he was the owner.
When his eyes moved downward again, the sight grew worse.
The marquis read Biff Tannen's Pleasure Paradise Casino. But the sight was anything but pleasurable. This was all too crazy. He had to take a closer look.
The nightmare was growing worse by the minute as he moved toward the casino. There were gangs, motorcycles and cars everywhere on the dirty street,
making Hill Valley look like a place that no normal human being would want to live. For the first time, he was grateful to the Doc that Jennifer wasn't there to see
it. This version of Hill Valley was terrifying.
The sign before him indicated that he'd reached the Biff Tannen Museum. A video played, describing how Biff had made his fortune betting on horse races. But
when Marty saw his mother, wearing a white dress and veil, the recipient of Biff Tannen's sloppy kisses, he couldn't take it anymore.
The moment he saw his mother's face and realized that she was married to Biff… well, that's all it took. Marty yelled as loudly as he could, hoping that the
nightmare would go away. Instead it grew. He was surrounded by men in expensive black suits and cowboy hats, who grabbed him. And suddenly everything
went dark.
(Lorraine's POV)
"LORRAINE! LORRAINE!"
Lorraine froze at the sound of her husband's voice as it shot through the condo on the 27th floor. She let out a deep shuddering sigh. The man never left her
alone for a minute, always demanding this and that. Every second with him had been horrendous. She considered, just this once, ignoring his pleas, but she
knew that she'd pay for it in the worst possible way.
She rose from her chair and slipped the robe around her waist; the robe that she'd had to buy in a much larger size than normal, now that her chest was much
larger. It was one of the many things that Biff insisted that she change about herself. She'd gone from a plain housewife with an adoring husband and three
wonderful kids to a woman with curly reddish blonde hair, an abundance of makeup and clothes that she never wanted to buy in a million years. In the mirror
she was unrecognizable to herself. As she tightened the belt of her robe, the silk edges hugged her chest, making her cleavage more prominent. Biff would be
pleased, but she certainly wasn't. If she could give it all back, she'd do it in a heartbeat.
George would have never-
George…
The thought of her dead husband was painful, yet welcome. George never complained about her appearance and never asked her to change. He loved her just
the way she was.
Her throat grew tight, followed by the familiar tears that welled in her eyes. It had been twelve very long years since George was killed-or rather, murdered-but
it felt like just yesterday. How someone could do that to such a wonderful, loving man, Lorraine would never know. George never hurt anyone and even when
he'd knocked out Biff outside of Hill Valley High School, it was only because he was protecting her from Biff's abuse.
"LORRAINE!"
Jolted back to reality, Lorraine brushed away tears. There was no sense in mentioning George to Biff. Not anymore. That ship had sailed long ago. Mentioning her
beloved George always resulted in trouble. But oh how she wanted George back. She missed him more than it was possible to miss anyone.
"LORRAINE! I'M NOT GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN! GET DOWN HERE OR I'M COMING UP THERE AFTER YOU!"
Heart pounding, she carefully but quickly made her way past Biff's office (which was bigger than their bedroom ; the room with the enormous bed that he rarely
slept in anymore) and down the curvy staircase, not at all prepared for the look of fury on his face and the rage in his voice.
She plastered on a smile. "You called for me, Biff?"
"What the hell took you so long?" He snapped. "You're my wife, Lorraine! When I say come, you'd better come! In case you've forgotten, I'm your husband and
you do as I say!"
Her head lowered and she glanced at the carpeted floor. "Okay."
"Okay, what?"
Lorraine inhaled deeply. She was tired of always being afraid; of never being able to stand up to him. Well, those days were over, starting right that moment.
"You don't own me!" She yelled.
She regretted it instantly, especially when two of Biff's men grabbed her arms and pulled her back when she tried to lunge at the man that she had married, for
reasons she'd never understand.
"What was that?"
He moved closer and grabbed the back of her neck, making her yelp.
"Okay, dear. I'll do as you say!" she squeaked.
"Good! Now go and get your kid! He's trespassing in my entryway!"
"Trespassing? What are you talking about? What did you do to him?"
Biff laughed. "It wasn't me, but you'll find out! Just get him and tell him that if he does it again, he's going to pay! Marty's always in the wrong place at the
wrong time!"
"If you hurt him, so help me God, I'll-." She stopped short of saying what she really wanted to say. Her heart raced, fearful of what she would find.
When she opened the heavy door, the blaring sounds of Sammy Hagar's "I Can't Drive 55" blasted her in the face, causing her to wince. But all she could think
about was her youngest son.
Marty lay on the ground, looking eerily like his father. She went to him at once and crouched down beside him, stroking his face. "Marty! Marty… Are you all
right?"
But there was no response. He was out cold.
Suddenly the worst possible fear came over her. "Please… Don't let Marty suffer the same fate as George.." She pleaded silently. She hoped that, if there really
was a heaven, George would hear her and somehow send a sign that everything would be all right. But she was beginning to lose faith fast.
Knowing that he could die, laying out here in the chaos, Lorraine crouched down and lifted Marty into her arms. He was much too old to be carried, but she was
his mother and she would do anything for him. She brushed past Biff and his men and carefully made her way up the staircase, holding her limp son in her arms.
She would suffer great consequences for her actions, but Marty was more important than anything.
It was a risk she was willing to take.
When she reached the bedroom, she laid him on the bed and removed his sneakers and then tucked him in. Suddenly he was six years old again and she almost
wished that she could tell him a story. There was no time for that. She knew she'd have to confront her husband for her actions sooner or later. But at that
moment, Marty was all that mattered. He was all that ever mattered; the jewelry, clothing and money were nothing compared to the love she felt for her son.
She sat beside him, running her fingers through his hair. To her dismay, he never once stirred, so she simply kissed his forehead and tucked him in once again.
"Goodnight, Marty."
She wished that she could forget all of this. She wanted her life back; her old life. The one where she was happy.
When Marty finally woke up, Lorraine promised to tell him how much she loved him and never take him, or anything for granted ever again.
Life was too short; she knew that all too well.
She brushed away tears and moved a little closer to her sleeping son, content to hold him until he awakened.
~Fin~