Author's Note: This chapter contains incest (and it's also the most twisted chapter in the series). If this displeases you, you can skip the chapter and wait for the next one. It's no great loss to me.
You'll probably be able to figure out what happened. (shrugs) I mean, if you really cared about it, you'd read, but who am I to judge?
Disclaimer: The lovely characters of Butch Hartman are not mine. I'd love that, but I fear there are copyright laws as well as an angry mob with pitchforks and flaming torches outside my foster home…
Chapter Twenty-Two- A Slice of Hell
Vicky gazes at Tootie, tossing and turning. She hasn't fallen asleep yet; all she appears to do is mull things over. Well, if none of her 'suitors' are there, there's no reason she can't have a nice little chat with her little sister. That is, if she can keep her hands to herself.
Lightly, aware of the creaking door, Vicky walks in and pastes a fake, humungous smile on her face. Tootie immediately jerks, cringing. Her eyes widen in terror and she hugs herself for comfort.
"C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Vicky smirks, dripping saccharine. There's no reply, only a gulp. She's too aghast to speak.
Sitting on the seat next to the bed, she grabs her hand; only, Tootie attempts to jerk it out. Aggravated, Vicky tugs it back and growls threateningly. Don't fuck around with me…
"Did he touch you?" is the first thing the redhead growls, shaking with anger. Did he try anything? He better not…
"He who?" Tootie inquires, lured into speaking. Damn…she's looking at me almost lustfully. Wait, lustfully? Oh, shit…
Trembling shook her body at the thought of what Vicky might possibly do to her with eyes like that and an equal mood. If she was asking if he touched her, she might mean that she wanted her to remain a virgin for her…it never ended…And now, she wants to retch.
"Did he?" Vicky snaps, growing impatient. Did he take what's not his? I'm going to be your first and only, not him. He won't be allowed to kiss you, let alone make love to you. That'll be my job.
"Vicky…please leave…" She pleads, aware that some sick thoughts are occurring in that screwed up head of hers. She wants no part of them, but she might not have a choice. Goddamn Timmy, why'd he have to get in an argument with A.J.?
"Can't I spend time with my only sister, who just returned from a life threatening coma? I only want to show you how much I love you," She croons, caressing her cheek with her thumb. Pleasure ripples through her and she can't help the broad grin spreading across her face. So what if she thought it was wrong? Her conscience has almost no role in her affairs; besides, her love of Tootie is deeply intertwined with hatred and lust. This suits her completely.
Meanwhile, Tootie, frightened of her mind, clenches her eyes shut so tightly she sees spots and grits her teeth to the point where her jaw aches. With Vicky, she knows she must grin and bear it, but selfishly, she wanted Timmy to be her first. If only she didn't wield so much power over her, then…she'd say something. God, she wants to, but her mouth doesn't seem to work. In her terror, paralysis has seized her, rendering her a welcome target for Vicky's whims.
Just let it be over soon, please…let her have her fun and take me if she has to have me…I don't care anymore. I knew somewhere that Timmy wasn't going to my first, but still, I'd secretly hoped…
I hate her so much; I can't put it into words. I don't know if she's doing this just to put the icing on the cake, to say if 'I couldn't kill you, I'll remove what you longed so much to share with Timmy'. That's probably it, just another act of revenge. She's hit another low.
And she put me in that damn coma. If it weren't for her, I could have a normal life. I wouldn't be lying on this bed, gazing at the ceiling and wondering why I volunteered myself for another chance at life when I know Vicky's going to ruin it again. I'll never have anything I want…including Timmy…she has to sour everything.
I think I had a better chance of having Timmy when I was unconscious. That way, before I died, Vicky couldn't get to me. Then he could say he bagged an easy lay and I finally had him…in one way or another…
Smirking at Tootie's reactions (her fists are clenched as well as her teeth and eyes, her pulse races, a bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, and her whole body spasms), she leans forward and, burying her hand in her hair, licks her cheek. Oh, of course she'll kiss her, but she's saving that for later. Right now, Tootie's a sitting duck and she's going to take advantage of that, damn it. She's her sister, her property and she's going to use her to the fullest extent she can.
Only the barest whimper escapes Tootie's lips. Aw, that's so cute- she's rendered her frozen. Well, how can she deny her?
Shifting her attention from her cheek to her lips, she steals her sister's lips in a kiss. Her hand, previously buried in her hair, shifts to scale her neck and hovers precariously close to the single tie holding her gown together. Another violent tremor rocks her at this association, causing Vicky to smirk.
Aw, what's the worst that could happen, dearie? I might rape you? Don't be so scared…
If it were possible, her lips smack of anguish and fear. They're terribly dry and chapped, so she decides to lubricate the only way she knows how to- running her tongue along. A tear slips down her cheek and rolls.
Crybaby, I won't hurt you. Well, not physically. Okay, not for a while.
Anger surges through Tootie- not only has her sister stolen her childhood, her chance at happiness, and her well-being, she's ransacked her first kiss as well. There is no God; there are no fairies…no one above cares about her. If they did, they wouldn't let these things happen.
She has no one to blame but herself for this. If she were a little less attractive, this wouldn't be happening. It's all her fault…
Before she knows it, tears well up and she yearns to cry badly. Cry and scream, but in Timmy's arms…He is safety and she knows it. He's everything to her and so…Vicky will ensure she never sees him again. She knows how much he means to her.
Displeased at her lack of response, Vicky vacates the seat only to straddle her. I'll force you to know I'm here, bitch. Now be a little slave and open your mouth so I can taste you. You want to eat dinner tonight, don't you?
Hmph, and there's nothing underneath that hospital gown. Nothing to stop me from ravaging you.
A loud bang occurs and Tootie opens her eyes in surprise. Timmy, emanating anger, flings the door open and, abandoning all pretense, strolls up to Vicky. His fists are clenched in fury and his eyes are narrowed to slits. Of course, he's no genius, but it doesn't take a degree in rocket science to figure out what's going on here.
Grabbing her firmly about the stomach and yanking as hard as he can (knocking the wind out of her); Timmy forcibly removes her from Tootie. Stunned by the sudden change of events, Vicky jerks out of a near trance and glowers at him. Huh? Who? What? Who ruined my fun?
"I'm not even…you sunk so low, I'm disgusted I had to touch you. If you don't leave right now, I'm not calling security, I'm calling the cops. Leave her alone or I swear, I'll put a restraining order against you," Timmy hisses, rushing to Tootie's side. He clasps her hand tightly and kisses it lightly. I'm so sorry I started something with A.J. and left you unattended…I can't trust Vicky alone with you, I realize that again…
Timmy, you came…again…He's going to be sick of saving me at this rate…Tootie thinks, pulling him closer to her for protection and comfort. Obligingly, he sits on the bed (she shifts a little) and he holds her in his arms.
Her heartbeat is erratic thanks to that bitch…
"You and what army?" Vicky charges, recovering long enough to grab his arm.
"Don't touch him," Tootie snaps, glowering. Both gaze at her, startled. Of all the possibilities, her standing up for him was not anticipated in the slightest. Her eyes are so dark and expressive right now, if he were Vicky, he'd be taken aback at the least.
"I told you- do whatever you want to me, but leave Timmy alone. That's why you made me your slave and stopped baby sitting Timmy, isn't it? You decided that I'd make a better slave than little sister and I decided that Timmy would be better off ignorant than dead.
"I…whatever you want, it's what you get. That's your philosophy and I have to go by it…but leave Timmy out. Please," She begs, vision made blurry by tears. Timmy clutches her as tightly as he can and kisses the crown of her head. Apparently, he disagrees.
"You're right, slave. I did make that agreement… but when you decided to try to sleep with him, I changed my mind! You signed your body over, slave; you have no right to say boo if I want to please myself by playing with you."
The words sink in and, with a dull horror, Tootie remembers. She presses her head into Timmy's chest desperately and wraps her arms around him.
"I don't think that'll hold up in a court," A.J. says coolly, standing at the door. His eyes meet with Timmy's and both nod curtly. Whatever problems they have over Tootie, they've called a truce. It's of slim comfort to Tootie at the moment, but…
"And, for the record, this hospital has a security system. If you look right over there, you can see the camera that just recorded you molesting your sister. If you ever come near Tootie again, I just have to show that video to the cops," He finishes, crossing over to her. His eyes flicker over to Tootie, clutching Timmy for dear life. He'll admit it, he lost his chance. Tootie…I wish you were happier…
"Bullshit," Vicky snaps, cornered but still fighting. Folding her arms across her chest, she spits in A.J.'s face and, pivoting on her heel, leaves.
Tootie breathes deeply, but continues to tremble. The worst is not over, not by a long shot…