Jeanette, Roberta, and Lori soon found themselves tied to kitchen chairs. Randy dropped his gun onto the kitchen table, and breathed a sigh of relief that he now had his the three women in captivity.
"You three are a handful," Randy said, "you might want to simmer down, and straighten up..."
Randy casually slipped past the three, and made his way over to the refrigerator, looking for something to quench his thirst, eyeballing the bottles of beer that Lori had on tabs. Jeanette turned towards Lori, dropping her voice to a low mumble.
"So that's your father?" Jeanette asked.
Lori slowly nodded her head. "It is."
"How did he find you?" Jeanette asked.
"Damned if I know," Lori said, "but you see..."
Before Lori could explain her plight any further to Jeanette, Randy walked back of to them, releasing an incredibly loud belch from the mouthful of beer he just chugged down. "Now that hits the spot!"
"I'm reminded more and more of why I hate men." Roberta remarked.
Jeanette and Lori just eyeballed Roberta.
"Roberta, I really don't think now is the time for any kind of smart commentary." Jeanette said.
Randy took another swig of beer, as he started eyeballign Lori. "And just lookie how much you've grown... I had no idea you got so tall... you're even taller than your mother was... we got divorced a few years ago, by the way."
"I'm not surprised." Lori said.
"You shouldn't be, it was your fault." Randy said.
Both Jeanette and Roberta's jaws nearly dropped to their laps at hearing that snide remark.
"What the hell, man?" Lori said.
"You drove a wedge between us after you opened your trap and said more than you should have," Randy said, "after you went ran out on us, your damned mother wanted rid of me as well. I don't even know where the hell she is now, but at least I finally caught up with you."
Everyone was caught off guard when Lori's phone started ringing. Lori's body grew stiff with tense as Randy inched his way over towards her, slipping his hand into the back pocket of her jeans, and pulling out phone. Randy looked at the screen and saw it was her boyfriend Rollin calling. He had a chuckle to himself, before he answered the phone.
"Well, hello, Rollin," Randy said, while Lori's mind kept screaming shit over and over again, "I'm afraid Lori's a little too busy to take your call at this time, she has alot of catching up to do with her old man. We'll chat some other time." Randy disconnected Rollin from the phone call, then turned Lori's phone completely off.
"At least now that he knows your here, hopefully Rollin will drop by and kick your sorry ass!" Lori said.
"Lori, Lori, Lori," Randy said, "you shouldn't speak to your father that way."
The sounds of sirens suddenly grew louder and louder, as Randy quickly grabbed his handgun once more, prepared for a confrontation, but when the sirens went right past Lori's condo, everyone in the room was confused. Randy cautiously made his way over to the front window, pearing out the blinds, and seeing that a couple of police cars were pulling into the driveway of another condo further down the road.
"Well, things just got a little more interesting." Randy commented, as he watched in interest.
The police jumped out of their cars, guns drawn, as they raced inside the condo.
"Everybody on the ground!" One of the officers yelled, as the others stormed inside. "Everybody on the ground!"
Inside the condo, a man and his young daughter were stunned by the sudden arrival of the police.
"What's going on here?" The man asked.
"Step away from that girl and get on the ground!" The police yelled.
"Not until you tell me what's going on here!" The man said.
"You better get on the ground, sir!" Another cop yelled.
"What are you doing here?" The little girl asked.
"Step back, young lady!" Another cop yelled.
"Look, there must be some mistake or something, because..." the man began.
"I said get on the ground!" The officer yelled once more.
"Sir, you better drop to the ground!" Another officer yelled.
"And you need to stand back!" Another officer yelled at the girl.
"Cut it out, you're scaring her!" The man said, trying to get the first officer to lower his gun.
"That's it!" The officer yelled, and the police opened fire on the man, and his daughter.
The sounds of gunfire, as well as a pair of screams could be heard up the road, as Jeanette, Roberta, and Lori looked at each other in disbelief. Once the thunderous sounds of gunfire ended, the police returned to their vehicles, and drove back from where they came. As Randy watched this, he had a chuckle to himself, as he returned to the kitchen.
"Alright," he chuckled, "which one of you called the cops?"
Jeanette and Lori slowed eyeballed Roberta.
"Uh... I did?" Roberta said, nervously.
Randy continued chuckling, "well you did an absolutely marvelous job, because the cops showed up alright... at the wrong house."
By this point, Jeanette and Lori turned their heads completely towards Roberta's direction.
"I guess I gave them the wrong street number?" Roberta thought.
"Did you tell them 221?" Lori asked.
"I thought the numbers next to your door said 227..." Roberta admitted.
Randy laughed. "Dumb little bitch. The cops went down there, busted inside the wrong house, killed everybody in there. Next time, learn to count, sweetheart."
"Why don't you leave her alone, Randy?" Lori asked. "Or better yet, why don't you just all of us alone."
"I have a right to be involved in my daughter's life, Lori." Randy said.
"You ruined my life, Randy," Lori said, "how the hell did you even find out where I lived, anyway?"
"Overheard some guy at the bar talking about this whore named Lori he used to sleep around with," Randy explained, "I figured that was you. Gave me your address."
Lori smirked. She figured it was the last man that was previously in her life, she knew he had a drinking problem, and frequented the many different bars and pubs in town. Randy started revealing a sick smile at Lori.
"I see your skills have served you rather well in life, eh?" Randy asked.
"You're such a sicko." Jeanette said.
"What?" Randy asked.
"Don't do it, Jeanette..." Lori warned.
"I heard about what you did to Lori when she was growing up," Jeanette said, "what kind of a sick freak are you, taking pleasure in sexually assaulting your own daughter?"
"You just did it." Lori winced.
Randy started wielding his gun towards Jeanette. "You know, I've just about had it with you mouthing off at me. What happens between a father and his daughter stays between a father and his daughter."
"A father doesn't do to his daughter what you did to Lori." Roberta added.
Randy started wielding the gun towards Roberta as well. "I'll shut both of your traps if I have to."
"Do you realize the harm you could have caused her, aside from the mental and emotional harm you already gave her?" Jeanette asked. "You could have given her AIDS, herpes, or any other kind of STD for all you know!"
Randy waved the gun back to Jeanette. "I always made sure I had some good, solid protection on me at all times..."
"This whole situation here just keeps getting more and more disgusting the more he opens his mouth." Roberta said.
Randy pointed the gun back at Roberta. "And as for your little friend here, I don't appreciate the lack of respect she's been showing me... I'm right about tempted to fuck her up just to teach her a lesson. And I don't think I would use any protection this time, I'm sure this little dyke would love to get pregnant."
Lori couldn't take it anymore. As she worked feverishly to pull her wrists out from her bonds behind the chair, she nudged her way towards Randy.
"Now what are you doing?" Randy asked.
Lori continued hobbling towards Randy, and when she was close enough, she mustered up enough force to shift her seat forward, toppling over Randy, knocking them both to the ground. Randy's gun slipped out of his hand, and slid a ways across the kitchen floor. Both Jeanette and Roberta tried to offer some assistance, but being far much shorter than Lori, neither of their feet were able to even touch the floor, and their squirming around only succeeded causing them both to fall face foward to the floor below them. Jeanette seized an opportunity to worm over to Randy's gun, and nudge it aside with her nose. Through a stroke of good fortune, Rollin did happen to come by, knowing the fact that Randy answered the phone and was mocking was a sign that trouble was going on. Rollin stepped into the condo, and when he saw what was happening, he ran over to the commotion, and began untying the rope around Lori's wrists, and lifting her chair back to an upright position.
"Rollin, quick, get his gun!" Lori said.
"Where is it?" Rollin asked.
"I sent it across the floor over there." Jeanette spoke out.
Lori untied her ankles from the legs of the chair, while Rollin grabbed Randy's gun and aimed it directly at him. Lori ran over to Jeanette and Roberta, and freed them from their bonds as well.
"Get a load of this guy." Randy said, taunting Rollin.
"You better get the hell out of here, Randy," Rollin said, "and I better not see your face around here again!"
"You better put that gun down before somebody gets hurt." Randy said as he walked towards him.
Rollin then tossed the gun over to Lori, though Lori hesistated as she aimed the gun at her father.
"Now what do you think you're doing?" Randy asked, as he stood before Lori.
"Don't make me do this, Randy..." Lori said.
Randy smirked. "You don't have the guts to do it. Look at you, your trembling like a leaf."
Randy had advantage over Lori in her most vulnerable moments before, but now, the situation was completely different.
"Go ahead," Randy taunted, "I dare you to pull that trigger and put a bullet in me."
Try as she might, Lori couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger, even as Randy kept insisting that she do so, because even he knew she wouldn't do it. Rollin finally took the opportunity of having Randy off guard, and tackled him to the floor. It was a challenging scuffle, as Rollin was about the same size and build as Randy, though Rollin had more energy than Randy did. Doing all he could to protect his girlfriend, Rollin repeatedly delivered blows to Randy's head. Once he was disoriented, Rollin jumped to his feet, and began kicking in Randy's gut as hard as best as he could. At that moment, Lori dropped the gun, walked over and also began kicking Randy as well. She repeatedly kicked him the crotch for all the times he raped her as a teenager, and the more those thoughts of her past ran through her mind, the angrier she grew, and the harder she kicked.
"I think he's had enough, Lori." Rollin said, as he stepped aside.
"No he hasn't!" Lori said, as she kept kicking, "he'll never have enough physical pain that will amount to the emotional and mental pain he's given me!"
At that moment, Rollin walked over to Lori, and pulled her away, trying to calm her down. "Easy, easy."
Randy muttered from the pain he was in, as he tried, with great trouble, to work his way up to his knees.
"Now listen Randy, because I'm only going to say this one last time," Rollin began, as he wrapped his arms around Lori, to protect her, "if you ever come near Lori again, I'm not only not going to be so nice next time, but your going to be the sorriest piece of garbage that ever crawled this earth!"
Randy had trouble standing up at that point, but he accepted defeat, and hobbled his way out of Lori's condo. The group walked to the front door, and watched as he hobbled over to his car, and preceded to drive off, into the sunset, for parts uknown.
"I think I'm going to need one heck of a strong cup of coffee after all of this." Roberta remarked, to the cringes of the others.