Chapter Twelve

Mother/Daughter Heart to Heart


Mrs. Renner was only mildly surprised at Freddy's enormous amount of eagerness to join the play cast.

"God Lola, you're a total lifesaver." She patted Freddy on the back happily now that her cast was complete. Him a lifesaver? He had never saved a life, but he did tell convincing lies. When he was alive, he had lied to the Springwood courts after he had been caught after slaughtering a young girl. He'd explained that he'd only been "trying to save the her, because she wasn't breathing". He'd said that he had only put on the glove for protection in case the real murderer was still around. He hadn't actually saved her.

"Gee your welcome." He said sarcastically. "That's me-a lifesaver." Life taker fit him a little better...

"Wait till you meet the young lady playing Jazz- she's a sweetie you'll love her Lola." Yes Freddy knew she was going to be one hot babe that he was to be canoodle with. This would put Lola's entire reputation was gleefully at stake but like he gave a damn. If she thought she could make him look bad, well two could play at that game.

"We'll start rehearsing tomorrow- it should be fun." She laughed loudly. He licked his lips. He could almost taste the girl- it had been so long. Hopefully she'd be a sexy Goth into bondage.

"I look forward to this." He spoke with a twisted smile. She nodded and flashed him the thumbs up sign. He laughed low enough so only he could hear. If only she knew the truth.

If Lola's geography teacher honestly thought he was going to stop by after school hours like the note on his test had instructed, he had another thing coming. Instead, he headed to Elm Street as quickly as he could. On the way he passed Kurt who was in the midst of brigade of friends. He cast a long, lingering look at Freddy as he darted past. He had it bad for Lola, and hadn't seen the blonde that had caused him to lose the only girl he had ever loved since Lola had caught him in the act of adultery.

When he arrived in his home, the house was quiet but smelled of freshly baking shortbread cookies. Freddy sniffed the aroma, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He hated when Lola's mum got on her cooking kicks.

"Lola is that you?" Violet Cep called from the kitchen. She hurried out and enveloped Freddy in a breathtaking hug- and not a good breathtaking. A python's grip.

"Looks like it doesn't it?" He retorted. Violet gave him a warning look.

"I baked you shortbread cookies- your favorite, because well...I was wondering if you wanted to have a mother, daughter day." She beamed happily and he just stared at her flatly.

"Come again?"

"A day for the two of us to talk..." She trailed off hopefully. She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the living room. She pushed him to the leather cushions, and placed a delectably delightful plate of warm fresh-from-the-oven cookies between them.

"Now first of all I have something I want to tell you."

"No thanks." He tried to dodge her apron clad body, but she set a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Come on Lola when have we last spent time together-"

"No!"

"Lola... Please?"

"Fine. Just so you'll leave me the hell alone." She had gotten his way and that was morally wrong. Mumbling crude words, he fell back on the couch and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Okay." She took a deep breath and began... "You see maybe I'm a bad mother maybe I'm not...but you have to understand something Lola. My biggest fear as a parent was raising a daughter or son and having to discuss...you know, sex with them." He almost groaned aloud. He already knew all about it.

"But you see I was cleaning your room I came across letters from Kurt."

He vaguely remembered that he had left Lola's love letters and forgotten to bring them to Lola so she could destroy them.

"What about them?" He asked casually.

"Well I...I didn't want to be nosy or anything Lola- not at all... But my eyes fell open the words making love and as any curious mother... I read the letters. So now that you are 17 years old and approaching University its time I give you the lecture." Her face reddened and she wiped sweat off her brow. What, had she written down this speech on cue cards?

Freddy sank deep into the squishy couch cushions his face reddening too.

"I know its a few years LATE but I just want to say..."

"I don't really care!" He blurted out. "At ALL."

"Lola just hear me out! Number one- make sure your partner uses protection condoms, or the careful use of a diaphragm, and the family gynecologist can prescribe you some miracle working birth control pills like mine-"

"Shut-"

"Lola Jennifer Cep you watch your mouth...intercourse is a wonderful act of love, reserved for a married couple, but you can't forget about sexually transmitted diseases, pregnancy..." He wasn't planning on getting pregnant actually, he was a man.

"I know all this!"

"You do?"

He faltered for words. "Health class." He mumbled but she didn't hear, or maybe she did she just pretended she hadn't.

He could practically picture himself giving teenage Katherine this talk...

"Katherine before you go out with Jake can you come here for a brief lecture?"

"What Daddy? Can it wait?"

"No its important."

"Spill it out Dad. Jake is waiting."

"If you plan on making love, use protection alright? I don't want a pregnant daughter on my hands- got it?"

"Got it..."

"I want to meet this Jake before you do anything naked with him."

"DAD! We're watching a movie." She snapped impatiently and tossed up her hands dramatically.

"Honestly! I give up on you Lola!" Ignoring the distressed woman, he flicked on the television. "Raging teenage hormones. Mad one minute, happy the next."

I will not look. Ever. Not in my entire life. Lola bit her lip contemplating this dilemma. She was curious. Very curious to do something but was ever so reluctant.

She gnawed at her bottom lip.

"Do I care?" She spoke aloud and her voice was loud. "Will he ever find out- no so why don't I just do it quickly?" Talking to herself was ridiculous. Thoughts were meant to be said in the enclosed space inside your head. She looked to her right. No one. Just loud furnaces. She looked to her left. No one, only loud furnaces and boilers. She breathed very deeply and slowly- like she had learned to do in drama class, before going onstage.

"Do it quickly and quietly!" Still chewing at her lip in deep concentration her fingers slowly eased towards her pants zipper. She yanked the zipper down- so loud!

Ugh- she quickly pulled out the thin fabric Freddy's undies and peeked down inside the cavern. Gasping, she quickly let go and the elastic snapped against her skin.

Hmm perhaps just one more glance, she hasn't gotten a very good glimpse- did this make her a peeping tom? She repeated the slow procedure and stared down into Freddy Krueger's-

"Why are you looking down my pants?" A sharp voice asked. She let go again and gasping in embarrassment stood upright.

"What are you doing here?"

"I fell asleep watching The Carebears- your mother's choice. Who would make a show about happy multicoloured teddy bears?" He grimaced in revulsion and she laughed in response.

"Oh Freddy you crack me up." He rose an eyebrow. Her mouth fell open. "Have you been plucking your eyebrows?"

"No...of course not...anyway why were you going down my pants?"

"I was not!"

"Liar-I saw you, you were looking-"

"Freddy please." She groaned. Now she was humiliated. But she never knew about the bra incident in the cafeteria and how humiliating that had been. "I'm sorry I was curious...I mean you're a man, and I'm a girl-"

"So that makes it okay?" He asked in disbelief. What was with this chick? From the moment he met her he hated her.

"Excuse me Mr. Perv-"

"Back off." He growled. "I was not a pervert. And hey...Lola was silent after this. Very silent... Too silent.

"No wonder you worry your father hates you. He's a workaholic."

Lola's eyes cast downwards. How on earth had he known that? Still red faced after he caught her staring down his underwear, she cast a look at her feet.

"I appreciate you butting into my thoughts."

"This was before you screwed us over piggie."

"Have you heard from Maggie- Katherine lately?" She asked trying to change the topic.

"Nah." He scratched his chin in thought. Some daughter. "By the way. I'm in a play."

"A play?" She asked.

"Yeah...theatre- you know."

"YOU IN A PLAY?" She roared with laughter and slapped her knee.

"What's so funny about that?" He hissed.

She stopped in mid-giggle."Its not...funny it's just somewhat bizarre." She covered her mouth to stop the manly giggles from erupting. Freddy was in a dangerous mood.

"Well you know what- you're bizarre." Terrible comeback but at least it shut the giggling he-she up. "The play is called A Different Kinda Love." He wasn't exactly positive why he had told her. "Thats the stupidest name I've ever heard."

A stony silence followed.

"Freddy I can't believe you wear... briefs." He gawked at her. This girl was spontaneous and unpredictable- expect the unexpected.

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know... I guess I kind of expected red and green striped boxers..." She trailed off tapping her four inch blades against her thigh playing out the rhythm to a Michael Jackson song, feeling quite silly mentioning her ridiculous musings.

"Red and green boxers?"

"Sexy." Lola joked.

So maybe she definitely had a bit of a crush on the child murderer. He certainly had no good looks going for him, and not much of a personality she could relate to, so she wasn't exactly sure what attracted her to him. At least she knew nothing was going to come of this "crush". He had made it pretty clear that he wanted to see nothing but her death, but Freddy was almost fun to be around- a little temperamental, a little violent; but nothing she couldn't handle.