Author's Note: Brock's a penis ... LOL ... sorry chica ... alright, again,
all three of us did this one ... GREAT TALENT ... hope you like it ...
Chapter 21: A Couple Late Night Phone Calls
Heather sat on the sofa, once again Brock was gone. Where she had no idea. He would just get up and leave. She tried calling Rae or Amanda but he would get pissed if she tried to he would take the phone and say it costs to much to call them, he even checks the phone bill to see if she caledl them. Heather sighed as she turned the TV on. I fell asleep and woke up, the VCR said 2:30. Damn where was he? She stood up and walked into the kitchen to see if he called her. She looked at the phone and thought for a moment. Heather missed them, she had to see how everything was going. She picked up the phone and punched in Rae's cell number.
Rae was sleeping peacefully next to John when she heard her cell phone ring. John groaned and rolled away from her. She snapped awake and grabbed it off the nightstand next to the bed in their hotel room. She was wide awake when she answered it, "Hello," her voice was urgent. "Hey Hot Head." Raechel's face lit up, "Heather, oh my God!" John groaned and opened his eyes, "Who the fuck..." Rae shushed him, "It's Heather." John nodded and then fell back asleep. Rae turned her attention back to the phone. "I thought I'd give you a call. It's not too late is it," Heather asked. "Fuck no! I'd appreciate a call 5 months earlier, but hey, better late than never," she replied with a smile. Heather sighed, "Sorry about that. I tried." Rae narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean, you TRIED?" Heather sighed, "Never mind." Raechel shook her head, "Bullshit. Tell me." Heather sat at the table, "Brock said I couldn't," she said softly. Rae's eyes went wide, "What the fuck does that mean, you COULDN'T? Is everything okay there? Don't fuckin bullshit me either." "Everything is great here," Heather said slowly. Rae shook her head, "Heather..." "That's me," Heather laughed softly. She sighed heavily, "Heather, be straight with me. Seriously, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Heather let a tear roll down her cheek. "No I'm not okay." She broke down and cried. Rae swallowed, "What's fuckin happening? What the fuck is goin on there?" John opened his eyes again, "Everything okay?" Raechel held up her finger, signaling him to wait. He sat up and watched attentively as Rae listened. "Nothing is happening. I miss ya'll. And every time I mention to Brock about visiting you two, he gets mad and tells me to shut up." Heather was crying uncontrollably now. Okay, Rae got pissed, "He does what?!" John winced and shuddered as Raechel yelled into the phone. "He tells me to shut up about it." Rae was now trembling with anger, "You want me to come get you?" "No!" She narrowed her eyes confused, "Heather, you said..." "Rae don't, Brock will be pissed," Heather sighed. "You think I fuckin' care?!" John slid closer to Raechel and tried to listen in. She pushed him back, "Quit," she said quietly. "Rae..." Heather trailed off, "please, don't." Rae shook her head, "Heather... I don't want anything to happen to you." "Nothing is going to happen. Do me a favor?" She sighed and nodded, "Yeah, and what's the favor?" "Where is Amanda?" "With Randy at home, why?" "I'm gonna call her in a few. I just wanted to make sure she was home." "That was the favor?" "Forget it. How are you and John?" Rae sighed, "We're fine, a lot better than you and ..." Heather cut her off, "Stop Rae, I love him." Raechel rolled her eyes, not understanding how, "Yeah, sorry." "Rae..." Heather trailed off as she started to cry again. Rae swallowed, "What is it chica?" John groaned and laid back down, realizing that Raechel wasn't going to answer him anytime soon. "I love him, I just don't know if he loves me," Heather said softly, and unsure. Rae closed her dark eyes, "I dunno what to tell ya." "I tell him, but he never answers me, he'll ignore me or change the subject." "You can always come home." "I have always thought of it, but I love him." Raechel yawned, "Well, if you ever change your mind, you know how you can get a hold of me." "I know. I guess I'll let you go, and give Amanda a call before Brock gets home." Raechel shook her head, the anger rising in her again, "Okay. Love ya, homewrecker," she said with a gentle smile. "Love ya too Hot head, tell John I love 'im," Heather grinned. Rae rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Yeah, you got it." Heather laughed, "Love ya, bye." "Later." Rae hung up her cell and looked over at John. He cocked an eyebrow at her, "So, what's up?" She sighed, "He's a fuckin asshole." John sat up, "Why?" "She has to fuckin call us in fuckin secrecy. When she tells him she loves 'im, he changes the subject, or don't answer her." John shook his head. Rae sighed, "And that fucker, whenever she talks about vistin us, he tells her to shut up about it." John sighed and ran his hand over his hair, "Damn." She nodded in agreement, and sighed, "She won't leave 'im though. She really loves the guy." John shook his head and looked over at Rae, "What are you gonna do?" Raechel shook her head, "I dunno. She doesn't want me to get her, and she won't come home." John wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, "You okay?" She shook her head and ran her hand over her hair, "I'm so fuckin frustrated. Heather's like my sister, and I don't want her to get hurt, but she doesn't want any fuckin help. I dunno what to fuckin do." John sighed and pulled her down next to him in the bed, he hugged her tightly, "Somethin will happen, and it'll all work out." Rae nodded in agreement, hoping he was right, as he held her tightly before they both fell asleep.
Heather sighed when she hung up the phone, she missed all of them, but if she tried to leave Brock would come get her. She knew she was in some deep shit for calling Rae. She shook her head as she dialed her old home number. Amanda rolled over out of Randy's arms and reached for the cordless next to her bed. She groaned and answered it, "Yeah?" "Hey Little Bitch," Heather said grinning. Amanda became more alert when she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the line, "Heather?" "No," Heather replied sarcastically. Amanda grinned, "How's it goin smart ass, ain't heard from you in a long time." "Yeah I know. I'm sorry about that." "You sound off. You okay?" "I'm peachy, just peachy. How are you and Randy?" Amanda frowned at the sarcasm in Heather's voice, but decided not to press any more, "We're great. Been on the road with him for a while, and he's got some time off right now, so we're just hanging around the house. How are you and Brock?" "Uh, we're okay, I guess." "What the fuck do you mean, you guess," Amanda shouted, as Randy woke up next to her. Heather sighed, "It's nothing. We're fine." "Heather, what's wrong? You forget, I know you almost better than you know yourself," Amanda said, as she gave Randy an I told you so look. Heather grumbled. "Shut up. Brock and I are great, he's, he's uh." "He's what," Amanda asked, ignoring Heather's new attitude. "He's not here." "What the fuck do you mean he's not there? It's almost 3 am or something like that in Minnesota." Amanda asked, getting more pissed by the minute. "He left earlier, I do not know where he went." Heather sighed. "Heather, why haven't you called before now," Amanda asked, trying to change the subject a little bit. "I, uh, well I tried." "What do you mean, you tried," Amanda said, as Randy kept asking what was going on. "I tried to call you and Rae. Every time I picked up the phone he would take it and slam it down. He'd say I didn't need to call ya'll unless it was a emergency." Heather started to cry. "Heather, sweetie don't cry. You know you can always come home. Just get to the airport, and Randy and I will pick you up when you get in." Amanda said, as Randy shouted his agreement. "He'll hurt me." Heather said softly. "What did you just say?" Amanda growled, in a voice that even scared Randy. "He said if I ever tried to leave him he would hurt me...bad." Heather cried. "Heather Michelle. Why in the fucking hell would he threaten to hurt you? Get your ass to the airport right now, and get on the first flight to Baltimore. I will personally kick his mother fucking ass if he hurts you." Amanda said, as Randy tried to get the phone from her. "Amanda, yelling at her isn't going to help. Let me talk to her." Randy said, as Amanda climbed out of their bed. "I told you I cant leave. He doesn't know Im calling ya'll now. He's gonna be pissed."
"Fine. If you won't come home to us, I'll get Rae, and we'll be on the next flight to Minneapolis with the guys. He doesn't need to lay a hand on you." Amanda said, already starting to pack a suitcase. "Amanda, if you love me you'll stay in Maryland. He has not hit me...yet." "Heather, you know I love you. You are like my own little sister, and if someone is trying to hurt you, I'm going to get pissed off. Has he tried to hit you before?" Amanda asked, stopping her task of packing. Heather hesitated for a moment. "He's rough." "Rough how?" Amanda asked slowly, trying not to lose her temper again. "He uh, well, he grabs me,a little to tightly sometimes. And he is very rough when we ya know." Heather said. "Heather, has he forced himself on you?" Amanda said, turning around and looking at Randy. When Amanda asked this, she could see Randy's eyes getting darker in anger. "Yeah." Heather said softly, as she more tears come. "Heather, please, please go get some help. That bastard needs to be put in jail. Go to the police, and Randy and I can be up there in a few hours." Amanda said, as she tried to keep her own tears at bay. "No." Heather said sternly. "Heather, why can't you admit that you need help. You said yourself that Brock isn't home. You can leave right now." Amanda yelled, getting angry again. "I cant leave now, he just pulled in." Heather said quickly when she saw headlights "Look, Amanda stay In MD, I love you and Rae, tell the guys I said hi. Bye." Heather hung up fast. "God damn it son a of bitch. Why in the fucking hell does she got to be so fucking stubborn." Amanda yelled, as she threw the phone across the room and watched it shatter against the wall. "Baby, what's wrong?" Randy asked, walking slowly up to her. "Did you not hear that conversation? Brock has fucking forced himself on her, and now she can't even call us or come back home without it being an emergency." Amanda cried, as the tears flowed freely now, as Randy just held his sobbing girlfriend. "What else did she say," Randy asked, running his hands through her hair. "Not much else, just that she kept begging me not to leave Maryland, and to tell you, Rae, and John hi," "Why did you hang up so quick," Randy asked. "Well she was all panicking cause Brock got home. It was almost like she was afraid he'd come in and beat her or something," Amanda said trying to convince herself that if Heather needed her then she'd call her, and ask her for help.
Author's Note: Brock's startin to piss me off, I wanna kill him!!!!! *grumbles* oh well, have to wait ... REVIEW ...
Chapter 21: A Couple Late Night Phone Calls
Heather sat on the sofa, once again Brock was gone. Where she had no idea. He would just get up and leave. She tried calling Rae or Amanda but he would get pissed if she tried to he would take the phone and say it costs to much to call them, he even checks the phone bill to see if she caledl them. Heather sighed as she turned the TV on. I fell asleep and woke up, the VCR said 2:30. Damn where was he? She stood up and walked into the kitchen to see if he called her. She looked at the phone and thought for a moment. Heather missed them, she had to see how everything was going. She picked up the phone and punched in Rae's cell number.
Rae was sleeping peacefully next to John when she heard her cell phone ring. John groaned and rolled away from her. She snapped awake and grabbed it off the nightstand next to the bed in their hotel room. She was wide awake when she answered it, "Hello," her voice was urgent. "Hey Hot Head." Raechel's face lit up, "Heather, oh my God!" John groaned and opened his eyes, "Who the fuck..." Rae shushed him, "It's Heather." John nodded and then fell back asleep. Rae turned her attention back to the phone. "I thought I'd give you a call. It's not too late is it," Heather asked. "Fuck no! I'd appreciate a call 5 months earlier, but hey, better late than never," she replied with a smile. Heather sighed, "Sorry about that. I tried." Rae narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean, you TRIED?" Heather sighed, "Never mind." Raechel shook her head, "Bullshit. Tell me." Heather sat at the table, "Brock said I couldn't," she said softly. Rae's eyes went wide, "What the fuck does that mean, you COULDN'T? Is everything okay there? Don't fuckin bullshit me either." "Everything is great here," Heather said slowly. Rae shook her head, "Heather..." "That's me," Heather laughed softly. She sighed heavily, "Heather, be straight with me. Seriously, are you okay?" "I'm fine," Heather let a tear roll down her cheek. "No I'm not okay." She broke down and cried. Rae swallowed, "What's fuckin happening? What the fuck is goin on there?" John opened his eyes again, "Everything okay?" Raechel held up her finger, signaling him to wait. He sat up and watched attentively as Rae listened. "Nothing is happening. I miss ya'll. And every time I mention to Brock about visiting you two, he gets mad and tells me to shut up." Heather was crying uncontrollably now. Okay, Rae got pissed, "He does what?!" John winced and shuddered as Raechel yelled into the phone. "He tells me to shut up about it." Rae was now trembling with anger, "You want me to come get you?" "No!" She narrowed her eyes confused, "Heather, you said..." "Rae don't, Brock will be pissed," Heather sighed. "You think I fuckin' care?!" John slid closer to Raechel and tried to listen in. She pushed him back, "Quit," she said quietly. "Rae..." Heather trailed off, "please, don't." Rae shook her head, "Heather... I don't want anything to happen to you." "Nothing is going to happen. Do me a favor?" She sighed and nodded, "Yeah, and what's the favor?" "Where is Amanda?" "With Randy at home, why?" "I'm gonna call her in a few. I just wanted to make sure she was home." "That was the favor?" "Forget it. How are you and John?" Rae sighed, "We're fine, a lot better than you and ..." Heather cut her off, "Stop Rae, I love him." Raechel rolled her eyes, not understanding how, "Yeah, sorry." "Rae..." Heather trailed off as she started to cry again. Rae swallowed, "What is it chica?" John groaned and laid back down, realizing that Raechel wasn't going to answer him anytime soon. "I love him, I just don't know if he loves me," Heather said softly, and unsure. Rae closed her dark eyes, "I dunno what to tell ya." "I tell him, but he never answers me, he'll ignore me or change the subject." "You can always come home." "I have always thought of it, but I love him." Raechel yawned, "Well, if you ever change your mind, you know how you can get a hold of me." "I know. I guess I'll let you go, and give Amanda a call before Brock gets home." Raechel shook her head, the anger rising in her again, "Okay. Love ya, homewrecker," she said with a gentle smile. "Love ya too Hot head, tell John I love 'im," Heather grinned. Rae rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Yeah, you got it." Heather laughed, "Love ya, bye." "Later." Rae hung up her cell and looked over at John. He cocked an eyebrow at her, "So, what's up?" She sighed, "He's a fuckin asshole." John sat up, "Why?" "She has to fuckin call us in fuckin secrecy. When she tells him she loves 'im, he changes the subject, or don't answer her." John shook his head. Rae sighed, "And that fucker, whenever she talks about vistin us, he tells her to shut up about it." John sighed and ran his hand over his hair, "Damn." She nodded in agreement, and sighed, "She won't leave 'im though. She really loves the guy." John shook his head and looked over at Rae, "What are you gonna do?" Raechel shook her head, "I dunno. She doesn't want me to get her, and she won't come home." John wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, "You okay?" She shook her head and ran her hand over her hair, "I'm so fuckin frustrated. Heather's like my sister, and I don't want her to get hurt, but she doesn't want any fuckin help. I dunno what to fuckin do." John sighed and pulled her down next to him in the bed, he hugged her tightly, "Somethin will happen, and it'll all work out." Rae nodded in agreement, hoping he was right, as he held her tightly before they both fell asleep.
Heather sighed when she hung up the phone, she missed all of them, but if she tried to leave Brock would come get her. She knew she was in some deep shit for calling Rae. She shook her head as she dialed her old home number. Amanda rolled over out of Randy's arms and reached for the cordless next to her bed. She groaned and answered it, "Yeah?" "Hey Little Bitch," Heather said grinning. Amanda became more alert when she heard the familiar voice on the other end of the line, "Heather?" "No," Heather replied sarcastically. Amanda grinned, "How's it goin smart ass, ain't heard from you in a long time." "Yeah I know. I'm sorry about that." "You sound off. You okay?" "I'm peachy, just peachy. How are you and Randy?" Amanda frowned at the sarcasm in Heather's voice, but decided not to press any more, "We're great. Been on the road with him for a while, and he's got some time off right now, so we're just hanging around the house. How are you and Brock?" "Uh, we're okay, I guess." "What the fuck do you mean, you guess," Amanda shouted, as Randy woke up next to her. Heather sighed, "It's nothing. We're fine." "Heather, what's wrong? You forget, I know you almost better than you know yourself," Amanda said, as she gave Randy an I told you so look. Heather grumbled. "Shut up. Brock and I are great, he's, he's uh." "He's what," Amanda asked, ignoring Heather's new attitude. "He's not here." "What the fuck do you mean he's not there? It's almost 3 am or something like that in Minnesota." Amanda asked, getting more pissed by the minute. "He left earlier, I do not know where he went." Heather sighed. "Heather, why haven't you called before now," Amanda asked, trying to change the subject a little bit. "I, uh, well I tried." "What do you mean, you tried," Amanda said, as Randy kept asking what was going on. "I tried to call you and Rae. Every time I picked up the phone he would take it and slam it down. He'd say I didn't need to call ya'll unless it was a emergency." Heather started to cry. "Heather, sweetie don't cry. You know you can always come home. Just get to the airport, and Randy and I will pick you up when you get in." Amanda said, as Randy shouted his agreement. "He'll hurt me." Heather said softly. "What did you just say?" Amanda growled, in a voice that even scared Randy. "He said if I ever tried to leave him he would hurt me...bad." Heather cried. "Heather Michelle. Why in the fucking hell would he threaten to hurt you? Get your ass to the airport right now, and get on the first flight to Baltimore. I will personally kick his mother fucking ass if he hurts you." Amanda said, as Randy tried to get the phone from her. "Amanda, yelling at her isn't going to help. Let me talk to her." Randy said, as Amanda climbed out of their bed. "I told you I cant leave. He doesn't know Im calling ya'll now. He's gonna be pissed."
"Fine. If you won't come home to us, I'll get Rae, and we'll be on the next flight to Minneapolis with the guys. He doesn't need to lay a hand on you." Amanda said, already starting to pack a suitcase. "Amanda, if you love me you'll stay in Maryland. He has not hit me...yet." "Heather, you know I love you. You are like my own little sister, and if someone is trying to hurt you, I'm going to get pissed off. Has he tried to hit you before?" Amanda asked, stopping her task of packing. Heather hesitated for a moment. "He's rough." "Rough how?" Amanda asked slowly, trying not to lose her temper again. "He uh, well, he grabs me,a little to tightly sometimes. And he is very rough when we ya know." Heather said. "Heather, has he forced himself on you?" Amanda said, turning around and looking at Randy. When Amanda asked this, she could see Randy's eyes getting darker in anger. "Yeah." Heather said softly, as she more tears come. "Heather, please, please go get some help. That bastard needs to be put in jail. Go to the police, and Randy and I can be up there in a few hours." Amanda said, as she tried to keep her own tears at bay. "No." Heather said sternly. "Heather, why can't you admit that you need help. You said yourself that Brock isn't home. You can leave right now." Amanda yelled, getting angry again. "I cant leave now, he just pulled in." Heather said quickly when she saw headlights "Look, Amanda stay In MD, I love you and Rae, tell the guys I said hi. Bye." Heather hung up fast. "God damn it son a of bitch. Why in the fucking hell does she got to be so fucking stubborn." Amanda yelled, as she threw the phone across the room and watched it shatter against the wall. "Baby, what's wrong?" Randy asked, walking slowly up to her. "Did you not hear that conversation? Brock has fucking forced himself on her, and now she can't even call us or come back home without it being an emergency." Amanda cried, as the tears flowed freely now, as Randy just held his sobbing girlfriend. "What else did she say," Randy asked, running his hands through her hair. "Not much else, just that she kept begging me not to leave Maryland, and to tell you, Rae, and John hi," "Why did you hang up so quick," Randy asked. "Well she was all panicking cause Brock got home. It was almost like she was afraid he'd come in and beat her or something," Amanda said trying to convince herself that if Heather needed her then she'd call her, and ask her for help.
Author's Note: Brock's startin to piss me off, I wanna kill him!!!!! *grumbles* oh well, have to wait ... REVIEW ...