Timmy finished cleaning the bathroom as instructed and left it to see what Vicky would tell him to do next. He found her as usual lying on his couch watching T.V. Her slender body was splayed across the couch. Much to his own chagrin, Timmy found himself looking her over. Timmy couldn't believe that anyone that that spent as much time lying around watching T.V or eating junk food as Vicky did could be so skinny.
Vicky finally took notice of his presence and turned her attention from the screen to him. "Finally done the bathroom twerp?"
Timmy could only mumble"yeah" in a depressed tone.
"Good" Vicky said in the sickeningly sweet sounding tone that she used whenever she tortured him, though something about it sounded off.
"I need you to mow the lawn"
"What!" Timmy blurted out. "You want me to work outside wearing this?"
"You said it yourself, twerp. That outfit doesn't embarrass you anymore, so I don't see the problem."
Timmy knew of course that she did see his problem, she just didn't care. Wearing the maid outfit in front of Vicky was bad enough but parading himself across his front yard for the whole neighborhood to see would be a humiliation he could never live down. Desperate to avoid this fate Timmy asked "what if I refuse"
Vicky looked him in the face and smiled, it was her usual smile for teasing him, but again this seemed off too, fake maybe?
"I think you forgot about the pictures I took earlier today it would be a shame if someone saw them"
Timmy replied angrily "What's the difference if I have to go outside dressed like this?"
In the same sweet but not quite genuine tone Vicky replied. "Twerp, if you do what I tell you, a few people in the neighborhood might see you, if you refuse every student in Dimmsdale Jr. high will see you when I post the pictures on every social networking site known to man, your choice twerp."
Vicky turned off the Television and rolled over so that she was facing the back rest of the couch. "Who knows twerp if you finish the lawn before I wake up, I might even let you eat something today."
Timmy was stunned, not once in five years had Vicky ever tried to strike a deal with him or motivate him with anything other than fear and blackmail. The idea that she would ever offer him something pleasant was unfathomable.
With his mind racing Timmy realized that his rebellion of two weeks ago had been mistimed. Not just because he bumped into Francis but because Vicky was still her normal untouchable self then. Since then she has been acting strange, showing signs of weakness. With a predatory instinct Timmy realized now was the time to strike. He didn't know how she would react to in subornation now, but he knew she was far more vulnerable now. With his heart set on another uprising, Timmy began to think of how.
"Are you going to get to work twerp, or are you going to stand over me like a creep?" Vicky's question drew his attention back to the girl on couch. Timmy was muttering an appeasing response when he saw it.
Vicky's camera was sticking out of her left pocket since she was lying on her right side. If he could snatch the camera he could delete the pictures of himself. Without the blackmail Vicky's position would only become weaker.
His mind made up Timmy reached out and grabbed the camera unconcerned about his hand brushing up against Vicky's body. Camera in his hand Timmy made it half way up the stairs before he heard Vicky scream "Twerp!" at the top of her lungs. There was no false anger in her voice, she was pissed.
Timmy made to his room and locked the door behind him. The sound of Vicky bounding up the steps accompanied the start up noise of the camera. Timmy brought up the two pictures Vicky had taken of him and deleted them. Vicky began pounding on the door causing it to rattle in the door frame. "Twerp, open this fucking door!" With the blackmail destroyed Timmy was going to switch the camera off when something caught his eye.
Though he had originally only had interest in two of the pictures stored in the camera, the image next in the queue seemed very familiar. The pounding on the door only intensified as Timmy stared into the small screen. "You know I can pick the stupid locks in your house twerp, so open the fucking door!" Timmy ignored her as he realized the next picture was of his room, in fact he was in the picture as well, curled up in his bed asleep. The picture must have been taken from the window to the left of his bed. "Am I really going to have to go find a paperclip?" she screamed "fine" and then gave his door one final kick before she headed downstairs.
Timmy went through the selection of photos, there were several more pictures of him in his room, there were pictures of him leaving school, walking through their neighborhood, playing with his friends. Timmy felt his body become hot; he felt both indignation and guilt. He was angry that she was invading his privacy but he felt guilty at the same time, like he had stumbled into learning someone's secret on accident. All told Timmy found about fifty pictures of himself on Vicky's camera. The dates of the pictures varied from one day ago to just before two weeks back.
Timmy couldn't believe it; he expected this kind of behavior from her little sister but Vicky? Why would she do this? Did she have feelings for him? Was that why she dressed differently; maybe the recent decline in physical abuse from her was Vicky's way of being nice. The sound of Vicky ascending the stairs became audible, but Timmy was lost in his thoughts. Wasn't he a little young for her? Timmy knew that Vicky never gave a damn about morality or right and wrong, but a nineteen year old stalking a thirteen year old was weird, really weird.
Maybe, Timmy thought he was the only real male presence in her life? Although she wasn't bad looking, Timmy didn't find it hard to believe that the men of her age group wanted nothing to do with someone as vicious and selfish as her.
A click was heard from Timmy's lock and then the door opened. Timmy had expected her to pounce on him the second the door was opened but instead she strolled in casually as if nothing was wrong. Timmy still had the camera in his hands while he turned to face her and shoot her an accusing stare. Vicky stopped when she was about a foot away from him; she reached out and took the camera from him without a fight.
Timmy was at a complete loss of words, he didn't know what to do. All he could manage was to stare at her. Vicky looked down at the tiny screen of the camera, clicked through a few pictures and then turned it off. She brought her gaze up to meet Timmy's; he was still staring daggers at her.
"Don't give me that look twerp, I borrowed Tootie's camera."
Timmy spoke his tone calm but resentful "no, you didn't."
" What" Vicky said shocked that he would challenge her word.
"I know what Tootie's camera looks like; I've had it shoved in my face enough to know that camera isn't her's".
Vicky let out a sigh and then tossed the camera gently onto Timmy's bed. Timmy noticed that she had a defeated look on her face; his plan of rebellion might have actually worked. He had put her through a great deal of annoyance and now it looked like she was about to give up. The thing was though; now that he was winning he wished he hadn't ever bothered. Timmy had learned something he wished he could forget. There was an awkward silence as they each stared each other down. Timmy felt guilty about finding out Vicky's secret even though it concerned him.
Vicky finally broke the silence "twerp, there's something you're going to have to understand before your parents come back."
Timmy replied hesitantly, sure that he didn't want to hear what she had to say. "What?'
Vicky reached out towards Timmy causing him to flinch slightly. Vicky let out a small cackle at his reaction. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck. "hmm I'll tell you later." Vicky began to rub the back of his neck and then moved up and ran it through his hair. Timmy began to blush as the older girl smiled at him and caressed him delicately.
Vicky then brought her other hand to the back of his head as well. Timmy was growing increasingly nervous, he spoke but he could barley control the trembling in his voice. "Vicky…what are you doing?" Vicky looked at him and drew him closer to her till their noses were almost touching. Timmy felt his heart rate skyrocket, he was nervous that she would try something.
There was a look in her eyes he had never seen before.
"Sorry twerp, but this is going to hurt."
He felt her pull on his head and then felt a great blow to his stomach. The blow was violent enough to knock all the air out of his lungs. Timmy fell to his knees gasping; he had suffered the same strike as Francis though to the body not the head. He hadn't realized when but Vicky had maneuvered around behind him and put him in a choke hold.
Timmy was panicked, convinced that she was going to kill him. With his body already starved of oxygen it didn't take long till he started to black out. His last thought before losing consciousness was that he had pushed her too far and now she was going to kill him.