Author's Note: Worked on by all three of us, again ... hope you like it ...
Chapter 23: Scheme
Rae sighed as she grabbed her stuff out of the back of her truck. John walked around, carrying his bags, "Want me to take those?" Raechel smirked, "Babe, you've got enough of your own shit to carry. I can handle this." She sighed heavily, worrying about Heather as she walked up the walkway. Amanda ran down to her, "Rae, oh my God. I'm so glad you're home!" "I talked to Heather last night," both girls blurted out at the same time. "When did you talk to her," Rae asked, wondering if Amanda had to hear Brock hitting Heather. "She called about 3:00 in the morning, but I talked to her reguardless. She was swearing up and down she was okay, but she was scared of what Brock was going to do when he got home," Amanda said, as Randy and John were listening. Raechel shook her head, "She called me twice. The first time was around 2:30, and she was doin the same with me. Swearin that she and Brock were fine. Then about a hour later, she called again, only he..." John finished for her, "He was hitting her over the phone, and kept blaming Rae for it." "WHAT," Amanda screamed, as Randy just held onto her, to keep her from falling to the ground. "Rae, what are we going to do," Amanda cried. "John, what the hell happened? I know when Amanda talked to her last night, she was worried about what would happen. I want to go up to Minnesota and kick his mother fucking ass." Randy said softly, so Amanda and Rae couldn't hear. John nodded in agreement, "That's why we came here first." Raechel sighed, "Amanda, get yourself together. We need to figure out what we're gonna do." Amanda nodded in agreement as she wiped her eyes. The foursome then went inside.
When they got into the house, Amanda and Rae headed upstairs, while John and Randy went into the kitchen and talked about what was going on. "What the fuck is Brock doing? He's never been like this." Randy asked, as he grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. "I don't know. I even talked to him this morning, when all this shit was going on, let me tell you, he sounded like a completely different person." John said, getting more worried for the girl he considered his own little sister. "What I don't get is, why she won't leave him." Randy said, taking a swig of his beer. "Well it's like Rae said last night, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped." John replied, knowing that this had to be killing Amanda and Rae.
"Rae, what are we going to do? That bastard needs to pay." Amanda said, punching the wall. "Okay, first of all, don't punch a fuckin hole in my fuckin wall. Now about Heather, you know as well as I do, she won't leave 'im. She thinks for some dumb ass fuckin reason, that he hung the fuckin stars in the sky. Until she decides to leave him, there's not a whole helluva lot we can do." Rae said, as Amanda just looked at her like she's nuts. "Have you lost your fucking mind? I for one would have expected a phone call from you, saying you were flying to Minneapolis to beat Lesnar's ass. Now you're standing here saying we should just let our best friend get beat on, and raped by a man that probably has never loved her." Amanda yelled, pacing around Rae's room. Raechel narrowed her dark eyes, "Amanda, you don't think it killed me to hear what that spineless fuckin bastard was doing to her. I knew if I went up there after her, I could probably make things worse." Rae practically screamed, as both girls broke down into tears again. "What are we going to do Rae?" Amanda asked again, pulling her friend into a hug. "I don't know chica. I don't know." Rae answered, as a plan started forming in the back of her mind.
John and Randy were standing in the kitchen as the girls were upstairs. The phone rang and John grumbled, "Who the fuck is callin now?" He walked over and grabbed the cordless off its base, "Sup?" "John?" His face grew serious when he heard Heather's voice, "Heather?" Randy sat his beer down and walked over, "Is she okay?" John held up his finger, "Chill man." He turned his attention back to the phone, "Are you okay?" Heather took a deep breath. "Look, tell Rae and Amanda not to come here," She said softly. "Heather, you need help," he said, his voice full of worry. "John, if I need help, then help me, tell them to stay there." "Heather, please let us help you," John pleaded, as Randy ran upstairs to get Rae and Amanda. "John, just let it go. I love him, and I'm not going to leave," Heather said, less than convincing. "Amanda, Rae. Heather's on the phone,"Randy said, yelling down the hall. Just then, Rae's bedroom door flew open, as both girls ran for the stairs. "Is she okay," Amanda asked, as Rae practically dove down the stairs. Raechel ran into the kitchen where John was still on the phone with Heather. She snatched it from his hands and John shook his head, "Heather?! You okay?! Don't bullshit me either!" "I'm okay," Heather's voice was soft. Rae rolled her eyes, "I said, don't bullshit me." Heather sighed heavily, "I'm not." Raechel scoffed as Amanda came walking into the kitchen, "Sure you're not." "I'm not," Heather's voice grew louder. "Yeah, okay." "Rae, please, please, please, stay in Maryland." "What?! What the fuck are you talkin about?! Stay in Maryland! Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna sit on my ass while that fuck beats you!" "It's none of your business," Heather was now getting angry. Rae looked at the phone in surprise, and then at Amanda. She sighed and took the phone from Rae. Rae growled and stormed onto the back porch, "This is fucked up!" John sighed and followed her. "Heather," Amanda said, quietly. "Hey Amanda," Heather said in a soft voice. Amanda could hear Rae on the porch screaming all kinds of profanities about Brock as John was trying to get her to calm down. "Chica, please. I know that Rae was being her bitchy yelling self over this. Just let us help you. The guys will come up and help," Amanda said, hoping that she wouldn't piss Heather off more. "Amanda...ARE YA'LL FUCKING DEAF," Heather yelled. "You don't have to FUCKING YELL AT ME," Amanda shouted, as Randy looked at her worried. "We just want to help you. This bullshit that Brock is doing, has got to FUCKING stop," Amanda finished, as Randy just shook his head. Randy's attention snapped toward the back door when he heard a loud crash from the porch. He heard John yell, 'I'm okay," and turned his attention back to Amanda. Heather calmed down a little, so Brock would not hear her. "Amanda, I can't stop him, and coming to get me won't stop him." "BULL FUCKING SHIT. This can and will stop. If we have to, we'll move someplace where Brock can't find you. Why can't you understand we want to help you? All 4 of us," Amanda said. "Amanda listen to me! If you come here he said he would find me and kill me.'" Heather started to cry. Randy and Amanda looked toward the door when there was another crash. They heard John yell for Rae to calm down, and turned their attention back to the phone. "WHAT THE FUCK. Heather, please do something. You need to get the fuck out of there now," Amanda yelled, as Randy took the phone from her. "Please Amanda, look, we're already moving," Heather said quietly. "Heather, it's Randy. Where the fuck are you moving to," he asked, as Amanda fought to get the phone back. "He won't tell me where we're going." "Bullshit. Heather, please promise me you'll get away from him," Amanda said, a little bit calmer. "Chica, don't cry. If we can't come and get you, and you can't come home, get to one of those women's shelters or something," Amanda said, her own tears falling. "I can't Amanda, shit, he's coming." "Heather, please," Amanda begged, as she looked at Randy, fear coursing in her veins. "I love ya'll. Please don't come, you won't find me. Bye." "HEATHER," Amanda screamed, as she heard the dial tone. "She's gone Randy. She's gone," Amanda screamed, breaking down into tears, as Rae and John came back in. Rae looked at Randy, "What the fuck happened?!" "She said that they're moving, and Brock won't tell her where they're going," Randy said, as he held Amanda trying to calm her down. Rae punched the wall, "That stupid fucker! I swear, I'll track that fuck down! And when I fuckin do, he's a fuckin dead man!" "Rae, she's gone. We won't even begin to know where to look for her," Amanda said, as she broke away from Randy. Rae looked at her friend with an evil smile, "I've got an idea." "What," Amanda asked, trying to control her sobs. She kneeled down and smiled at Amanda, "How about we go meet my Dad?" John swallowed nervously, "Your Dad?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet Rae's dad, the way she was, it could only be amplified with him. "Rae, what exactly is your dad going to do," Amanda asked, wondering just what Rae was getting at. An evil grin spread across Raechel's face, "My Dad's a huge conspiracist, and a genius. He could help us out." "Call him," Amanda said, the same grin passing over Amanda face as well. Rae nodded as she straightened up. She offered her hand to Amanda, "Come on." Amanda nodded and they walked out of the room. Randy looked at John, "Her Dad?" John sighed heavily and followed them.
Author's Note: Well, what's Rae's Dad gonna do? *BIG GRIN* I love my Dad ... anyway, REVIEW ...
Chapter 23: Scheme
Rae sighed as she grabbed her stuff out of the back of her truck. John walked around, carrying his bags, "Want me to take those?" Raechel smirked, "Babe, you've got enough of your own shit to carry. I can handle this." She sighed heavily, worrying about Heather as she walked up the walkway. Amanda ran down to her, "Rae, oh my God. I'm so glad you're home!" "I talked to Heather last night," both girls blurted out at the same time. "When did you talk to her," Rae asked, wondering if Amanda had to hear Brock hitting Heather. "She called about 3:00 in the morning, but I talked to her reguardless. She was swearing up and down she was okay, but she was scared of what Brock was going to do when he got home," Amanda said, as Randy and John were listening. Raechel shook her head, "She called me twice. The first time was around 2:30, and she was doin the same with me. Swearin that she and Brock were fine. Then about a hour later, she called again, only he..." John finished for her, "He was hitting her over the phone, and kept blaming Rae for it." "WHAT," Amanda screamed, as Randy just held onto her, to keep her from falling to the ground. "Rae, what are we going to do," Amanda cried. "John, what the hell happened? I know when Amanda talked to her last night, she was worried about what would happen. I want to go up to Minnesota and kick his mother fucking ass." Randy said softly, so Amanda and Rae couldn't hear. John nodded in agreement, "That's why we came here first." Raechel sighed, "Amanda, get yourself together. We need to figure out what we're gonna do." Amanda nodded in agreement as she wiped her eyes. The foursome then went inside.
When they got into the house, Amanda and Rae headed upstairs, while John and Randy went into the kitchen and talked about what was going on. "What the fuck is Brock doing? He's never been like this." Randy asked, as he grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. "I don't know. I even talked to him this morning, when all this shit was going on, let me tell you, he sounded like a completely different person." John said, getting more worried for the girl he considered his own little sister. "What I don't get is, why she won't leave him." Randy said, taking a swig of his beer. "Well it's like Rae said last night, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped." John replied, knowing that this had to be killing Amanda and Rae.
"Rae, what are we going to do? That bastard needs to pay." Amanda said, punching the wall. "Okay, first of all, don't punch a fuckin hole in my fuckin wall. Now about Heather, you know as well as I do, she won't leave 'im. She thinks for some dumb ass fuckin reason, that he hung the fuckin stars in the sky. Until she decides to leave him, there's not a whole helluva lot we can do." Rae said, as Amanda just looked at her like she's nuts. "Have you lost your fucking mind? I for one would have expected a phone call from you, saying you were flying to Minneapolis to beat Lesnar's ass. Now you're standing here saying we should just let our best friend get beat on, and raped by a man that probably has never loved her." Amanda yelled, pacing around Rae's room. Raechel narrowed her dark eyes, "Amanda, you don't think it killed me to hear what that spineless fuckin bastard was doing to her. I knew if I went up there after her, I could probably make things worse." Rae practically screamed, as both girls broke down into tears again. "What are we going to do Rae?" Amanda asked again, pulling her friend into a hug. "I don't know chica. I don't know." Rae answered, as a plan started forming in the back of her mind.
John and Randy were standing in the kitchen as the girls were upstairs. The phone rang and John grumbled, "Who the fuck is callin now?" He walked over and grabbed the cordless off its base, "Sup?" "John?" His face grew serious when he heard Heather's voice, "Heather?" Randy sat his beer down and walked over, "Is she okay?" John held up his finger, "Chill man." He turned his attention back to the phone, "Are you okay?" Heather took a deep breath. "Look, tell Rae and Amanda not to come here," She said softly. "Heather, you need help," he said, his voice full of worry. "John, if I need help, then help me, tell them to stay there." "Heather, please let us help you," John pleaded, as Randy ran upstairs to get Rae and Amanda. "John, just let it go. I love him, and I'm not going to leave," Heather said, less than convincing. "Amanda, Rae. Heather's on the phone,"Randy said, yelling down the hall. Just then, Rae's bedroom door flew open, as both girls ran for the stairs. "Is she okay," Amanda asked, as Rae practically dove down the stairs. Raechel ran into the kitchen where John was still on the phone with Heather. She snatched it from his hands and John shook his head, "Heather?! You okay?! Don't bullshit me either!" "I'm okay," Heather's voice was soft. Rae rolled her eyes, "I said, don't bullshit me." Heather sighed heavily, "I'm not." Raechel scoffed as Amanda came walking into the kitchen, "Sure you're not." "I'm not," Heather's voice grew louder. "Yeah, okay." "Rae, please, please, please, stay in Maryland." "What?! What the fuck are you talkin about?! Stay in Maryland! Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna sit on my ass while that fuck beats you!" "It's none of your business," Heather was now getting angry. Rae looked at the phone in surprise, and then at Amanda. She sighed and took the phone from Rae. Rae growled and stormed onto the back porch, "This is fucked up!" John sighed and followed her. "Heather," Amanda said, quietly. "Hey Amanda," Heather said in a soft voice. Amanda could hear Rae on the porch screaming all kinds of profanities about Brock as John was trying to get her to calm down. "Chica, please. I know that Rae was being her bitchy yelling self over this. Just let us help you. The guys will come up and help," Amanda said, hoping that she wouldn't piss Heather off more. "Amanda...ARE YA'LL FUCKING DEAF," Heather yelled. "You don't have to FUCKING YELL AT ME," Amanda shouted, as Randy looked at her worried. "We just want to help you. This bullshit that Brock is doing, has got to FUCKING stop," Amanda finished, as Randy just shook his head. Randy's attention snapped toward the back door when he heard a loud crash from the porch. He heard John yell, 'I'm okay," and turned his attention back to Amanda. Heather calmed down a little, so Brock would not hear her. "Amanda, I can't stop him, and coming to get me won't stop him." "BULL FUCKING SHIT. This can and will stop. If we have to, we'll move someplace where Brock can't find you. Why can't you understand we want to help you? All 4 of us," Amanda said. "Amanda listen to me! If you come here he said he would find me and kill me.'" Heather started to cry. Randy and Amanda looked toward the door when there was another crash. They heard John yell for Rae to calm down, and turned their attention back to the phone. "WHAT THE FUCK. Heather, please do something. You need to get the fuck out of there now," Amanda yelled, as Randy took the phone from her. "Please Amanda, look, we're already moving," Heather said quietly. "Heather, it's Randy. Where the fuck are you moving to," he asked, as Amanda fought to get the phone back. "He won't tell me where we're going." "Bullshit. Heather, please promise me you'll get away from him," Amanda said, a little bit calmer. "Chica, don't cry. If we can't come and get you, and you can't come home, get to one of those women's shelters or something," Amanda said, her own tears falling. "I can't Amanda, shit, he's coming." "Heather, please," Amanda begged, as she looked at Randy, fear coursing in her veins. "I love ya'll. Please don't come, you won't find me. Bye." "HEATHER," Amanda screamed, as she heard the dial tone. "She's gone Randy. She's gone," Amanda screamed, breaking down into tears, as Rae and John came back in. Rae looked at Randy, "What the fuck happened?!" "She said that they're moving, and Brock won't tell her where they're going," Randy said, as he held Amanda trying to calm her down. Rae punched the wall, "That stupid fucker! I swear, I'll track that fuck down! And when I fuckin do, he's a fuckin dead man!" "Rae, she's gone. We won't even begin to know where to look for her," Amanda said, as she broke away from Randy. Rae looked at her friend with an evil smile, "I've got an idea." "What," Amanda asked, trying to control her sobs. She kneeled down and smiled at Amanda, "How about we go meet my Dad?" John swallowed nervously, "Your Dad?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet Rae's dad, the way she was, it could only be amplified with him. "Rae, what exactly is your dad going to do," Amanda asked, wondering just what Rae was getting at. An evil grin spread across Raechel's face, "My Dad's a huge conspiracist, and a genius. He could help us out." "Call him," Amanda said, the same grin passing over Amanda face as well. Rae nodded as she straightened up. She offered her hand to Amanda, "Come on." Amanda nodded and they walked out of the room. Randy looked at John, "Her Dad?" John sighed heavily and followed them.
Author's Note: Well, what's Rae's Dad gonna do? *BIG GRIN* I love my Dad ... anyway, REVIEW ...