Title: And Then There Were Two
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club characters.

Warning: Foul language used in this chapter

Chapter 9 – In Search of the Girl

I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door for the evening. Just as I was walking down the driveway my dad had pulled up returning from work. I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it up as he stepped out of his old Volvo.

He gave me a nod, "Whattya doin' boy?" he asked.

I exhaled the smoke and shrugged, "Just goin' out for a while," I paused, "I'm tryin' to find a friend."

He nodded his head and pulled a case of beer out of the trunk, "Just keep your ass outta trouble, ya hear?"

I smirked, "Alright, dad…you too."

He shot me a look that said, 'ya better get your ass movin' if you still wanna go'. I gave him a small wave and continued down the driveway to the road. I have three houses to look for tonight…hopefully it doesn't take all night to find the right one. First place first: Jimbo's.

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Jimbo's house was the closest so I hit it up first. It looked as if he wasn't having too many people over because only the basement lights were on. I approached the side door and opened it, "Jimbo, ya here?"

"Hey Johnny!" I heard him call from the basement. I took the steps in two down the old rickety steps and was met with a small group of people – about twelve of them in all. There were about three couches surrounding a glass table; there were four chicks on one, two buddies of mine and their girlfriends, and Jimbo with his buddy Brad. They all gave me smiles and nods of acknowledgement. I ignored them and look solely to Jimbo.

"You havin' a shin dig Jim?"

He passed me a joint and I accepted; I scanned the faces of the people in the room…they all seemed baked out of their minds, which didn't surprise me since they were sittin' in Jimbo's basement. Some were familiar, some weren't, either way none of them were Dez and Ally.

"Why you plannin' on staying Bender?" The big man asked cheerily. Jimbo was about 5'10" and weighed about 250 pounds. He was bald headed and probably the funniest person I have ever met. Jimbo was the good shit.

"Uh no actually…I was looking for Dez,"

"You still hangin' around with that shit head?" he asked incredulously, eyes wide.

"Not really, he pulled some shit with me and I have some business to take care of." I replied passing back the joint and folding my arms over my chest.

"Do me a favor and when you find him slug him one good for me, okay bro?"

I nodded my head and spun to walk myself out, "Don't worry big man, he'll be getting' slugged alright."

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I walked up the sidewalk and the old red brick house finally came into view; house number two was Dooly's. Dooly's party is more than likely going to be the biggest one of the night so I was hoping that I would find my luck here. I ran up the front steps and threw the door open. The first thing that came into sight – rather what fell into my arms – was my ex-girlfriend, Sandy.

She reached her fingers up to my cheek and traced my jaw line, "Hey there Johnny boy…you lookin' for a good time tonight?" She purred giving me a wink and smacking on her gum. I raised an eyebrow and dropped her. She landed in a heap on her knees and shot me a glare, "I see you haven't changed much!" she screeched.

"And I see you still throw yourself at everything with a dick, Sandra. Now if you'll excuse me…" I stepped over her and entered the kitchen. There was a three man chugging contest going on – straight from the kegs. I rolled my eyes and scanned the room. No pig headed idiot and Allison in here.

I moved towards the living room where a couple of guys were jamming around on guitars and people were cheering them on. I waved to my friend Derek as he started ripping apart a solo on his Les Paul. He motioned me over and I shot him a grin.

He handed me a guitar, "Wanna jam with me bud?" He asked with his eyes wide and a slight sweat dripping down his face. He kinda looked like he was on speed or something.

I gave him a smirk, "Hmm…maybe one…" I trailed off.

"Alright!" He yelled as he started playing "Rock and Roll" by Led Zeppelin. I nodded my head to the rhythm and joined him. Zeppelin was one of my favorites; I couldn't really turn it down. I figure I could blow a few minutes off my task at hand to rip out a good song. The group around us started yelling out the lyrics as the two of us played together. I started laughing; I couldn't really help it, I'm a partier through and through. We both started busting out our own solos trying to out do each other. We were goin' so fast it was getting to the point where I couldn't feel my fingers anymore; I think it was safe to say that Lord Jimmy Page would have been proud. A chorus of cheers and whistles met my ears and I couldn't help but break out into a small sweat. When we reached the end of the song I gave him a high five and set down the guitar.

"I'll see ya later Derek!"

"Later days, bro!" He called from behind me. I waved him off and walked towards the back door, if they aren't in the house then the only place left they could be is out back…where the majority of Dooly's parties usually end up. I stepped out the back door and scanned the crowd. The back yard was fairly large; about 3 acres. Porch lights and a bonfire lit up the back yard and the majority of people were standing in groups either attempting to dance to the music on the stereo or blasting joints. I did walk past a few people who were railing some lines of what looked to be coke; I wouldn't know, I'm not really into that shit. I walked a few more steps out into the yard until I spotted Dooly. Dooly was a short guy with a small mohawk. He was only about 5'6" but he was tough as nails. I knew that he could kick my ass on any bad day. His arms were full of tattoos and he was standing around with his shirt off currently showing off his new nipple rings to a pair of fine looking girls.

"Hey Dooly," I called as I approached.

"Hey Bender! How goes it my man?"

I laughed at the goofy expression on his face, "Not much man, wicked party!"

"Aren't they always though?"

I laughed, "Yeah I give you credit man!"

"So what's up, Bender?"

"I'm looking for someone," I said seriously.

He widened his eyes and laughed, "Uh oh, that can't be good,"

I nodded my head with raised eyebrows, "Dez,"

"Heard he was going to Banks' house tonight, I guess he has a new broad or something. I tried talking him into comin' here but he wouldn't."

I sighed in frustration; of course he has to be in the last place on my list, "When did you talk to him?"

"About five to eight," he replied.

"Thanks Dooly!" I called behind my shoulder as I turned away.

"What you ain't stayin' bro?"

"Next time…"

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I just about ran the entire eight blocks to Banks' house; the closer I got the worse the sinking feeling in my stomach got. No matter how pissed off Allison was at me this week there was no way in hell I was going to let go in there alone. I hate to say it but, she really is like a glass doll. Her feelings are very fragile and I know that she could be chewed up and spit out real fast at a place like that. She is a creative and independent person but she is just too vulnerable right now.

I approached the green house with white shutters and noticed that this party was pretty much in full swing and may even be bigger than Dooly's. I didn't care for Banks too much; I didn't hate him I just didn't care for him. I ran up the steps and swung open the front door and the music was just going full force. Automatically my head started to throb; I wasn't sure if it was from the music or if it was from the fact I haven't seen her yet.

I scanned the room and noticed a lot of familiar faces; old buddies, current buddies, ex-girlfriends, childhood friends; if this was any other situation I would have loved to sit around and party with these people. I cracked my knuckles and raked my fingers through my hair trying to figure out where to start. I find it kinda funny to know that I was just about everywhere looking but now that I know that they are in this house I feel tense. I looked across the room and noticed my friend Jackie standing in the corner chewing a finger nail nervously. She had her dark hair over her face and when she looked up and met my gaze her brown eyes were burning a hole of fear into my head.

I started to walk towards her and she met me half way, "Hey Jackie, what's up?"

"Nothing," she said rolling her eyes, I'm surprised that she wasn't sloshed, "I just completely sobered up."

I furrowed my brows; she was shifty eyed and sober? Something had to be up, "Something happen?"

She flung her hair over her shoulder and sighed irritably, "Dez is at it again,"

My heart stopped. "What do you mean he is at it again, Jackie?"

She must have noticed how scared I was because she swallowed hard and nervously started playing with her hair, "He's got some chick in the bedroom, and he wouldn't get off of her…I just walked out of the room and I was trying to decide who to get to go in there…" I stormed past her towards the hallway. I spun around quickly.

"Which room is it?" I yelled at her a little more harshly then I intended to.

"That one," she said not telling me exactly which one.

"WHICH FUCKING ROOM IS IT!" I screamed in her face. I felt bad but I can apologize later.

She pointed shakily to the second room on the right and when I was about three feet away from the door I heard a loud yell, "Stop moving, bitch!" I think that was the straw that broke the camels back because I think it was right then that I moved faster than I ever did in my entire life and when I opened the door the only thing that ever made me feel more sick than the scene in front of me was my father pummeling my ma. The second I swung open that door my eyes immediately locked with Allison and I saw fear. Pure, solid fear; he had her arms pinned down and his hand up her skirt. There was fire in his eyes but I don't think it matched the fire in my body right about now.

The next thing I knew I lunged for him; I knocked him right off the bed and onto the floor between the wall. I had one arm clutching his throat as violently as I possibly could and the other just taking random swings at his ugly mug wherever I could. I couldn't think of anything else but to hurt this guy so bad that he will wish he was never even born. I cannot believe he hurt her…he's gonna pay…I'll fuckin' kill him!

I just kept on hitting him repeatedly in the face and I never dared moved my hand off of his throat. He must be pretty tanked or something because his reflexes are so slow he can't even find my arms. I stopped punching him in the face and pulled him up by the shirt. I threw his back against the wall and got only inches away from his face, "You sick little fuck, you are gonna regret this night until the day you fucking rot in the ground!" His eyes were wide and I could tell he was scared. At this particular moment I didn't care how scared he was because he fucked with wrong girl this time. I clenched his shirt tighter and threw him over the opposite side of the bed where his head connected with a night table on the way down.

I jumped over the bed and stood over him as he cradled his head. I nudged him with my boot, "I just love it when I get to use these puppies on someone!" I screamed at him like a maniac referring to my combat boots. I took one huge swing back and my foot connected once, twice, again, and again with his mid section. I was so pissed that I was blood thirsty and I did not even notice how much damage was done until I had four guys dragging me off of him and Dez lay crumpled coughing up blood.

"Bender calm the fuck down, dude!" I heard someone say. At this point I didn't care whose voice was whose, I just needed to get to Allison and they wouldn't let me up.

"I'm fine, let me the fuck up!" I screamed ripping my arms free from their grasps.

"What the hell is going on?" I spun around to the source of the voice and it was Banks.

"That little faggot was touching my friend after she told him to stop. He better not put his damn hands on anyone ever again or I'll fuckin kill him!"

By now the four guys that had dragged me away were standing wide eyed and the entire house was quiet and groups were standing outside the door. I looked down to Dez and he was sitting up against the wall holding his head and mid section with his arms. He was staring me right in the eye; he had a look on his face that said 'this ain't over.'

I spun around and faced the bed, but she wasn't there. I spun around and scanned the room and noticed that she wasn't here at all.

"Where the fuck did she go?" I screamed at the group of people who sat there blankly. I stormed up to Banks, "WHERE. DID. SHE. GO?"

Banks held his hands up in defense, "Dude she probably bolted outta here…I know I would…"

"Fuck," I muttered, I looked at Dez again, "You better watch who you fuck with, punk!" And with that I pushed through the crowd of on lookers in search of Allison.

TBC – Next Chapter will be Bender's POV again. Please R&R and thank-you to JBFan, Ailcia, Moonjava, and most of all DarkoBender for your wonderful reviews.