Chapter 13: Totally Unexpected
Trixie was standing by the blown up mattress feeling very modest after hearing Speed tell her that it was her turn to take off her shirt. Feeling embarrassed, she found it hard to believe that his mother catching them together earlier didn't seem to bother him now.
Nervously, she looked down to make sure that her robe was closed, which it was. Looking back at Speed, she saw that he still had that alluring smile on his face.
Keeping the smile, he started to walk over to her. "I'm just kidding," he said though not sounding too believable. "But...I really wouldn't mind if you wanted to take off your shirt." Now close in front of her, he didn't wait for her reply as he began to untie her robe.
"What are you doing?" she asked about to stop him but his blue eyes were just too powerful
"You're not going to sleep in the robe. Are you?" he asked imagining what she had been thinking.
"No. I'm not sleeping in the robe," she said letting him slip the robe off of her shoulders.
Now seeing her again in the thin t-shirt and very short shorts, his mind once again became cloudy with a strong yearning for her.
She too suddenly remembered the desire she had felt for him earlier. Hesitantly, she said, "Maybe I should put the robe back on."
"No," he said thinking to himself that he was going to be a perfect gentleman. "Nothing is going to happen. I shouldn't have said that it was your turn to take off your shirt. Honestly, when I came up here before, I only wanted a kiss."
"Oh…it was a kiss," she said with exaggeration and then they both lightly laughed.
After, Speed said innocently, "I hadn't planned on getting that carried away."
Blushing from just the thought of him taking his shirt off and then pulling her so close to him, Trixie could say nothing.
With a soft seriousness in his voice, he said, "I never want you to feel like I'm pushing you."
Because Trixie had known Speed for such a long time, she knew he was sincere. "Well, I guess you noticed that I was pretty carried away as well."
Did he ever notice! Just from the sudden remembrance of her arms around him, he wanted to pull her onto his bed that very second and continue. However, he told himself to calm down instead since he really cared a great deal for her.
Seeing that he appeared to be in another world, the sweet girl asked, "Are you okay?"
Speed wasn't about to admit to her that he desperately wanted her so he only nodded his head yes that he was fine.
"Well…good then," she said smiling back at him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he admitted, "It's kind of funny when you think about it."
"What's funny?" she asked folding her arms.
"We've been in this room alone many times before without the thought of something...physical happening between us."
"Speak for yourself," she blurted out before thinking.
Floored, Speed exclaimed, "What!" Not once back then had he thought she had thoughts about getting intimate with him.
"I didn't say that," Trixie said wishing she could take it back. "Uh...I should go to sleep now...on MY mattress."
"What's wrong with mine?" Speed asked as he gently pushed her to lay down on his.
Trixie imagined Mom Racer coming through the door as Speed now had her trapped beneath him.
"Don't your ribs hurt or something?" she asked wishing he'd get off as she tried to ignore the part of her that liked him being where he was.
"Actually I do feel so much better. Would you like me to take my shirt off again to show you how well the scar is healing?" he asked making eyes at the female beneath him.
"No," she said trying so hard not to smile.
"Come on. I'll take mine off, you take yours off and so on and so on," he said happily.
Trixie couldn't help but laugh at the humor in his voice.
"Shhh," Speed said not wanting his parents to wake up.
"Oh, now you're worried about what they think?" she whispered back.
Speed then sat up and pulled her to sit up as well. They ended up sitting on the bed looking at each other like they had when Mom Racer had caught them earlier. "No. I'm not really worried about what my parents think," he confessed. Then, very seriously, he said, "I'm only worried about what you think. I don't want to seem like a jerk of a boyfriend that can't wait. It's just fun and so easy to tease you."
"I know you said this already, but when you snuck up here before, you really only wanted a kiss?" she asked watching him closely.
"Yes," he said wanting her to believe him. "I had forgotten how turned on I get just kissing you."
Teasing him back, she said, "Didn't all of your girlfriends turn you on?"
"Not the way you do," he said in a surprisingly serious voice. "You know I hated when they hung on me. I felt like I couldn't breathe sometimes."
Trixie knew it was true. He loved the thrill of getting them to go out with him, but after, he was always trying to get away from them; expressing that they were too clingy. Not once did he seem hurt if one broke up with him because of a lack of his attention.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked now watching Trixie closely. "You're smiling."
"Have you noticed that you always have to be touching me?"
Speed looked down to see his hand on her knee at that moment. It was true. For the first time he was the one in a relationship that was hanging all over the other person. Lately even at the dinner table after everyone finished eating and they were all just talking, Speed would find Trixie's hand. "Is that okay?" he asked, searching her eyes for the answer.
Now Trixie wished she wouldn't have said anything. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop showing affection towards her. "Yes it's okay. Don't stop," she said as she leaned into him and hugged him.
"Good. Because I don't think I can stop," he said hugging her back and she gave him a kiss just behind his ear.
He then in turn kissed her softly behind her ear but he wasn't stopping.
"Okay. I think it's time we get to sleep," she said gently pulling away from him.
Speed watched as she stood up and walked to her mattress. "Do you think Mom would have a heart attack if she just found us snuggled together in the morning?"
"Yes," Trixie said getting comfortable as she lay down.
"Damn," he pouted lying down in his bed.
They lay in their beds looking at each other for about a minute when Speed finally said, "I'll be back. I have to take a cold shower."
"You are so full of it," the young girl said rolling her eyes.
He laughed as he got up and said, "No. I'm really going to get a drink. I'll be back."
"Okay," Trixie said thinking it might be better if she just stayed put. The last thing she needed right now was for Pops to catch them kissing in the kitchen again.
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Not scared or worried at all, Speed walked down the stairs. When passing the bathroom he noticed the light on and only glanced in to see himself in the mirror. After flipping the lights off he thought how he hated that mirror.
Walking past the sofa, he saw a shadow of an object on it. He began to lean to flip the lamp on. As he was leaning, a chilling thought made him realize something about the reflection of himself he had just seen in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't wearing pajamas. It was wearing his blue shirt.
His heart began to pound as his finger flipped the switch of the lamp on. Making him feel even worse was the knife that was stabbed into the sofa. "I'm just imagining this," Speed said closing his eyes as his heart raced.
"No you're not," a voice said coming from behind him. The look alike then grabbed Speed around his neck and held something under his nose.
After breathing in what the look alike pressed under his nose, Speed passed out.
About ten minutes later, Speed was woken up by a shove on his shoulder. His eyes opened and the fear was overly evident in them. He felt like he was in hell as he looked back at his torturer and then he found himself trying to mentally get himself ready for another beating.
The look alike had Speed sitting up on the floor leaning against his bed. His mouth was covered with tape and his legs and arms were tied together by the strong tape as well.
"Ready for a show?" the look alike asked with a tremendous smile on his face as he knelt down in front of Speed. The look alike then looked at Trixie and said, "She's not your typical six foot blonde, model type, but she's a pretty little thing."
This is when Speed forgot about himself totally and now feared for Trixie.
Turning back to Speed, the look alike said, "Originally I was just going to let her watch me kill you. I'm still going to do that, but first...you will watch me have fun with her."
Speed vigorously shook his head no.
"Just watch because you might enjoy it," the look alike said leaving Speed and moving towards a very unaware, sleeping Trixie.
Speed tried with all of his might to free himself from the tape but it felt almost impossible. He then began to go into a panic stage at the thought of the look alike touching and hurting Trixie.
She was sleeping on her side facing the opposite direction of Speed's bed when she felt someone lay behind her, and she smiled but knew she had to tell Speed to get back into his bed.
The look alike's chest pressed against her back as his arms went around her.
Watching them, Speed became furious enough to convince himself to stop panicking and to find a way to get the tape off before it was too late.
"Speed," Trixie said smiling with her eyes still closed. "You know you should be in your bed."
Because he didn't say anything, she forced him over just a little as she rolled onto her back. Before she could open her eyes, the look alike was on top of her kissing her.
It killed Speed that she thought it was him.
It only took Trixie a few seconds to know something wasn't right. This kiss wasn't like Speed's others. Everything about it was different. It was too forceful and rough making her start to push him away.
When the look alike lifted his face from hers and looked into her eyes, she felt beside herself. Though he looked like Speed, she had easily come to the dreadful realization that it wasn't. It had to be the look alike. She became very distressed over what he might have done to Speed.
Speed knew she realized it wasn't him and then noticed the knife on the floor just a couple of feet in front of him.
The look alike knew Trixie was about to scream so he grabbed the tape and quickly covered her mouth.
Knowing she had to fight back because he was out to kill for sure, Trixie kneed him.
Speed was relieved for her fast thinking since the look alike seemed to be seeing stars for the moment and Speed saw his chance to scoot closer to the knife.
Trixie sat up a little to try to pull herself from under the look alike but he then struck her very hard in her face making her arms fling out as she fell back on to the mattress unconscious.
Pure anger flashed through Speed's eyes as he tried to move faster towards the knife.
"Knock out in the first round," the look alike said before blowing on the fist that had struck Trixie. He then noticed that Speed had managed to move closer to them. "If you move any closer, I'll break her little neck right now with one snap."
Speed stopped, wishing the look alike hadn't noticed him.
"But now that you are closer, you can get a better view of what I'm going to do to her," the sick man said letting his eyes scan over Trixie.
Speed felt more hatred than he had thought possible.
The look alike smiled after noticing Speed's chest moving up and down from his nervous breathing. "Calm down, Speed. She might just enjoy me."
Eying the knife, Speed knew he couldn't get to it fast enough. He then looked back at the look alike who now had his eyes focused on his hands. They were starting to push Trixie's shirt up. He only had it up a couple of inches when Speed's anger turned into rage.
Feeling a sudden burst of strength, Speed managed to get onto his knees and literally throw himself into the look alike knocking him off of Trixie.
The horrible man had been totally caught off guard since he had his sick mind only on Trixie.
"What was that?" Mom Racer asked after being woken up by a loud thump.
With no answer, Pops jumped out of the bed and headed straight to Speed's room. He tried to open the door but it was locked.
Mom Racer then appeared next to him hearing more noises coming from the room.
Speed was on top of the look alike lifting himself up and then banging himself back against the look alike since his hands and feet were tied.
Suddenly a voice from behind Mom and Pops said, "Move!"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Pops asked seeing Racer X in their hall.
"The look alike is in there," Racer X said slamming himself against Speed's door and forcing it open.
There in Speed's room, Racer X saw the look alike push Speed off of him. Racer X then ran into the room and pulled the horrible man off the floor.
Speed didn't know how Rex always knew when he needed him, but was glad.
The Masked Racer held the look alike by the collar of his shirt, surprised by how much the look alike had managed to make himself look like Speed.
"Racer X," the look alike said with a smile. "Now you can watch me kill Speed."
"You won't touch him," the Masked Racer said just before punching the man.
After running over to Speed, Mom Racer gently pulled the tape off his mouth.
"Mom," he said looking at the knife. "Get that knife and cut this tape off of me."
She couldn't speak as she quickly grabbed the knife and then began to cut the tape off.
Pops got behind the look alike and held his arms back. Thinking of Speed being tied to that tree, Pops said with fury, "Now you can see what it's like not to be able to fight back."
Even though it seemed like a cowardly thing to do, Racer X punched the look alike. The look alike deserved an unfair fight after what he had done to Speed.
"You can't hurt me," the look alike spit out.
Beyond pissed, Pops let go the sick man, made a fist and swung harder than he ever had before right into the look alike's chest. The look alike was knocked off his feet and up against the window. It was very obvious where he was going to be in a few seconds.
Indeed Pops moved in front of the mad man again and punched him clear through the window.
The Masked Racer and Pops then both looked out of the window to see the look alike lying on the ground. A bunch of policeman began to surround him. Earlier, before Racer X had broken into the house, he had told the policeman guarding the house to call for back up.
Once Mom got Speed free, he didn't bother going to the window but quickly crawled over to Trixie.
"Trixie," he whispered but she didn't move. As gently as he could, he began to slowly remove the tape from over her mouth.
Feeling that small bit of pain, Trixie began to come to. She began to blink her eyes open remembering the look alike on top of her forcing himself on her. As she sat up she opened her mouth to scream.
Speed hated that she thought he was the look alike but couldn't blame her. "Trixie. It's really me."
For a few seconds, Trixie looked unsure but then Speed's eyes held the truth. She then threw herself into his arms and hugged him as she began to cry; her body shaking.
"It's over," Speed whispered a couple of times as he rocked her back and forth.
Looking at his family, he heard Pops said, "They're taking him into custody now."
Speed turned back to the precious girl in his arms and held her even tighter as she held on to him for dear life.
Pops, Mom, and Racer X gave each other relieved looks as they then turned their attention onto the couple holding each other.