TUESDAY

“…if you act now you’ll get a free…”

You groggily grab the remote to shut off the incessant noise of the Ground Zero commercial on the TV screen.

You grab your phone to check the time and see that once again you’ve slept through the morning as usual. You also see that Bobby tried to call you, but you’re still not in the mood to call him back. Though if you don’t secure a place to live you might not have a choice. Still as far as you know the offer to live at Julie’s is still good, you’re just not sure about how well that’s going to go over now.

While you’re trying to ponder your next move, you get a call. It’s Donna again. Might as well get this over with.

“Donna, this better be good, because you’re not exactly my favorite person right now.” You say answering the phone.
“Whoa! Hold on Suzy! Don’t hang up!” Donna exclaims.
“Say what you got to say.”
“Okay, look first of all I’m sorry about what you had to go through. I know that had to suck for you. I shouldn’t have convinced you to run anyway. It’s obvious now that was a stupid plan in the first place since I didn’t even have anything in the car. (Sigh) Last night when I was sleeping on a beer soaked couch in a trailer hiding out from the cops I sort of had a revelation of how my choices in life had lead me to that point. I also sort of realized that if I probably continue on this path it’s only going to get worse.”

That’s rather philosophical of your sister, and it’s enough to keep your attention.

“So I’ve decided that I need to do something with my life and make it better, so I got a job.” Donna says.
“A job? How the hell did you get a job so quick? Doing what?” you ask.
“I’m going to be a stripper at Kitty City! The owner was offering me a job yesterday and I already was getting tips from guys who mistook me for one of the strippers here anyway. So I figured why not? In fact I’m on break right now.”

Why are you not surprised?

Donna continues before you can even speak again.

“Now before you judge, starting a new life takes money and let’s face it, I don’t have exactly many useful skills that are going to earn me a lot of cash in a quick amount of time. I figure I can earn enough to save and figure things out as I go.”
“Hm, well that’s great and all, but why are you telling me all this?” you ask.
“Because this is my new start and like I said I feel bad about convincing you to go along with my plan yesterday. Besides, don’t you still need a place to stay? You can come live with me!”
“I thought I was already going to do that by moving in to Julie’s.”
“Nah, I’m not going back to Julie’s. Too much temptation to go back to my old ways there. I’m moving into one of the trailers at the trailer park.”
“Wait. You just started working as a stripper. How the hell did you manage to get a trailer already?”
“I secured one after…um talking with the park owner this morning. Look, that’s not really important right now. What is important is I got a deal on a fairly good one and it’s big enough for two of us. It might be a little rough going at first, but I anticipate after a few weeks of teasing these degenerates here, we’ll be living fairly comfortably, if not in the lap of luxury.”
“I dunno. While I’m still pissed about yesterday, it does mean a lot that you’re making this pretty generous offer. I don’t know about living in a trailer park though. I mean aren’t you worried about the kind of people there? In fact I can imagine a lot of the type that Kelly associates with come from there, do you really think its safe?”
“Safe as opposed to what? Growing up in our household? We had a fucking paranoid psychotic older brother, a sadistic bullying older sister and at one point a goddamn SERIAL KILLER uncle living in our house. At least the hostile rednecks around here won’t be living under our roof! Besides, it really isn’t as bad as you hear.”

You find that a little hard to believe considering you’ve heard more than enough stories about the trailer park outside of town. Donna might not think its bad, just because she was living there overnight.

“I just don’t know Donna. I mean I wasn’t exactly looking forward to dealing with the non-stop partying at Julie’s, but I’d at least feel a little safer there than I would at the trailer park.”
“Huh, don’t be so sure of that. Julie pretty much has gotten to the point where she has an open door policy to let any creepy weirdo that walks in off the street in the house. It’s actually amazing someone like Uncle Ed hasn’t come in and killed us all. Are you heading over there sometime today?”
“Well if I can secure a ride over there I will.”
“Okay, well if you do get over there could you let Julie know that I’m moving out? She’s still not answering her phone. I’m going to have to make arrangements to get my bigger things, but maybe you could help me get some of my smaller items when I get over there tonight?”
“Well, I suppose I could.” You say.
“Great. I knew I could count on your Suzy. (Sigh) You really are the good one in the family sis. It’s so unfair that life hasn’t been better to you. Once again I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday. It’s nearly time for me to go out there and shake my ass again so I gotta go. Just…think about what I said okay? If you change your mind about your future living arrangements just come with Tina and me when we go over to Julie’s tonight, or I guess if you’re really feeling adventurous you could always go over to the trailer park yourself. Just go to the owner’s trailer with the big signs around it and mention my name and he’ll let you in my new place. He’s sort of letch, but he’s old so he mostly confines it staring and making the occasional comment. Don’t worry about it.”

After another sincere apology about yesterday, Donna finally hangs up leaving you now with a new option.

Donna seems to be genuinely trying to change her life in her own way. You almost can’t believe it was Donna on the phone at all. Maybe some sort of pod person replaced her.

She also seems to be really making an effort to make things up to you, which is surprising as well. It’s always a rarity in your family when you actually try to help each other out.

Still, you’re not sure about this whole living in a trailer park business for several reasons, but you suppose you could give it a little thought at least. In any case, you need to get a ride to wherever it is you’re going to be heading to and that means seeing if your brother Peter is going to be just as accommodating as your sister currently is.

You head upstairs and knock on the door to the garage.

“Hey, um Peter? You busy?”

You don’t get an answer right away, but eventually you do after more knocking.

“Yeah, yeah, hold on!” Peter says before answering the door. He’s only peaking his head out, so it’s very likely he’s naked.

“Um, sorry to interrupt whatever it is you’re doing, but I need a ride to my new place.”
“I thought you moved out yesterday.”
“Yeah, there was a slight hiccup in the plan yesterday. Anyway, can you give me a ride over to my new place?”
“(Sigh) I’m kinda in the middle of recording something. I’m assuming you’re going to Julie’s?”
“Yeah…I think.” You say.
“You think? You don’t know if you’re going to live over at Julie’s place or not?”
“Well…Donna got a new place of her own and I’m still not sure if I should just move in with her yet.”
“Donna got a new…look you know what? I don’t give a shit about any of this.” Peter says and then closes the door.

You think that’s the end of it, but he opens it up again, but this time only his hand with some keys in it are coming out.

“I’m not your personal taxi service. Here, take my car and return it tomorrow or at least by Thursday. Now don’t disturb me again!”

You take the keys and Peter slams the door. This is probably the most helpful he’s been in…well ever.

You go back and repack some of your bags and drag them to Peter’s car. After loading everything up in the backseat you pull out of the drive way and wonder which way you should go.
> You drive to the trailer park
Well Donna would know better than you how fucked up it is at Julie’s house. You don’t particularly care for the idea of her just leaving her doors open for any potential nutjob to come in. You’d at least have some more control over that, if you lived in the trailer with Donna who will probably be gone most of the time anyway.

And perhaps Donna’s observations of the trailer park are correct; maybe it isn’t as bad there as you’ve always believed.

A few minutes of driving to your destination and you’re sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. Fortunately it seems to thin out as you leave town. Maybe this was a better idea after all.

You soon reach the trailer park, but you pull up near the entrance rather than inside it. You don’t know which trailer she lives in, so you figure the owner knows and you imagine he lives in the trailer up front with the signs on it saying “Inquire about trailers here.”

You get out of the car and go knock on the door.

“Goddamnit stop fucking knockin’. I’m comin’!” you hear an old crotchety voice shout.

The door opens up and your eyes are “greeted” by the sight of a little old man wearing nothing but an open robe and boxer shorts. His body is wizened and wrinkled and he obviously has no modesty at all.

“What the hell you want blondie? This ain’t a fuckin’ whorehouse.” He exclaims.
“Uh, my sister Donna got a trailer from you the other day, I was just wondering where it was.” You ask.

The old guy looks you up and down, squinting the entire time.

“I don’t know nuthin’ about no girl named Donna. All I do know is some whore yesterday sucked me off as down payment for a trailer. I don’t normally trade property fer pussy, but goddamn if that girl wasn’t lying about giving the best head ever…”

While you sort of had an inkling of how Donna got a trailer so quickly, you didn’t really need to know the gruesome details. And now after seeing who she serviced to get it…you just want to change the subject.

“Okay, anyway which trailer does she live in?” you ask.
“She lives in the trailer at the far end of the park. Now unless you gonna rent a trailer wit money or yer lips too, get the hell outta my face an don’t bother me!” the old man shouts.

As you leave the old bastard he slams his door shut. You get back in the car and drive into the park.

The first thing you notice that you didn’t expect is how quiet the place is. You were expecting a lot more drama going on like on a bad daytime talk show, but you get none of that. You don’t even see anyone really around.

Eventually you approach the far end of the park, and there you see a trailer, which seems to stand out near a large open field. You’re guessing this one is it.

You park and approach the trailer and when you try the door that when you realize that you don’t have a key for this place. Donna apparently didn’t develop the bad habits of Julie either since the door is firmly locked.

“Damn. (Sigh)” you say to yourself realizing that your choice is either wait all day in your vehicle, or maybe go back to to the manager who might have a spare key, though you’d rather not deal with him again.

“Hey darlin’ never seen you before here! My name’s Jed!” a voice says.

You turn around and see a lanky redneck who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

“Oh. Hey.” You say.
“Hmm, you sure are beautiful. Yer even prettier than that girl that just moved in this trailer. You a friend of hers?”
“Sister actually. Does the manager have spare keys to the trailers?” you ask.
“That mean old bastard? Yeah, but if you need that open, you don’t need to go all the way back to him, here I can open it.”

Jed walks past you and pulls out some sort of tool and starts fiddling with the lock.

“Hey, wait a minute, are you picking the lock?” you ask.
“Well I ain’t ticklin’ it honey. Letssee…yeah…easier than breakin a virgin.” Jed says as the door easily opens for him with a click.

“There you go sweetheart. So said that girl livin’ here now is yer sister? Guess good breedin’ runs in yer family.”
“Uh…yeah guess so. Thanks, but I really want to just get all my stuff in and rest.” You say and turn to your car and there you see a huge man just staring at you like a gargoyle. It actually startles you, which Jed notices.

“Oh don’t be afraid of him honey, that’s just my brother Hugo. He’s dumber than a bag of rocks, but he’s strong as hell. In fact he can carry yer bags in for ya.”

At this point Jed is getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks and you’re starting to feel on edge with these two.

“Look I thank you both for your help, but I really would like to be alone please.” You say firmly.

Jed looks at his brother then at you.

“Whatever you say honey. Let’s go Hugo.” Jed says and the pair of them slowly leave and eventually disappear behind another trailer.

No longer being gawked at by the locals, you grab your bags from the car and haul them into the trailer.

When you get inside, you see that it isn’t that bad. It’s definitely cheap looking, but it’s serviceable. You drop your bags by the sofa and quickly check the other areas like the bathroom and what you guess is a bedroom where Donna will sleep.

Just as you’re turning around to check the kitchen at the other end, the door opens up and your heart sinks when you see Jed entering with what looks to be duct tape. He looks at you and a deranged smile is across his face.

“Now I already know what’s goin’ through yer head blondie, cause I’ve done this a million times. Yer first instinct is gonna be to scream and make a fuss. Well lemme tell ya right now. Ain’t nobody gonna help yah. Most of ‘em are at the carnival, an the few that ain’t are either still passed out or ain’t gonna give a shit. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Despite Jed’s warnings, you do the opposite of what he says and scream as loud as you can anyway, while running back into the bedroom in an attempt to look for anything to defend yourself. Jed wastes no time in following.

Unfortunately there isn’t anything in the bedroom for you to immediately use since Donna doesn’t have any of her stuff here. You attempt to pick up the trailer’s TV in desperation, but Jed grabs you and throws you to the bed.

You struggle, but it’s no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.

“HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin’ the fuckin’ door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol’ doc.” Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.

“See Hugo? Told ya sticking around here would be better than the carnival.”

In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.

During your state of unconsciousness you have a brief dream of when you were much younger. When your mother was still alive and she was praising you about how good you are and how she anticipates great things in your future. It’s more of a distant memory than a dream in fact though in any event, it’s a nice “escape” from your horrible reality.

When you wake up, you’re groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you’re in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.

The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor’s coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.

Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The “doctor” hears you and walks over to you.

“Oh, you’re up. I’ll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren’t in the best condition, though I’m glad they showed a little more restraint than usual.”

As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.

“Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would’ve been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I’d probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don’t.”

The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you’ve gone from mere panic to sheer terror.

“Really, you’re luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep ‘em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn’t want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless.”

You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.

“There we go. Won’t be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would’ve liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I’ve got some other things to still look forward to.”

You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.

A basement.


MONDAY

“…act now and Ground Zero will provide a…”

Click.

As you groggily wake up, you’re wondering if you should bother even taking your TV with you considering the stations just play Ground Zero commercials half the time.

You look at the time and see that you’ve slept for most of the morning, but it doesn’t matter considering your sister isn’t going to pick you up until the afternoon. You just hope that she remembers to come get you period. While your sister isn’t as flaky as Julie, she still doesn’t have the greatest sense of responsibility.

You also check your phone and see that Bobby’s still trying to reach you, but you still don’t feel like dealing with him. MAYBE later, right now you want to focus on one major decision at a time and moving out of a place where you’ve lived your whole life certainly qualifies.

All your stuff is packed and ready to go, and since you can’t do much more until your sister gets here, you just wait.

As you continue to wait, you start to get anxious. You start to worry if you’re making the right decision or not. You start to pace in your room weighing all the pros and cons of what you’re doing.

“Ugh, this is so stressful…I need to calm down…” you say and start unzipping one of your packed bags to get old reliable to relax you.

20 minutes later…

“Hey Suzy?! You down there?” you hear Donna call from upstairs.
“Huh? Uh what?! Yeah! Hold on!” you exclaim and stop your stress relief session.

As you hurry to get dressed, Donna continues to call down to you.

“I called you know, why didn’t you answer?”
“Uh, I guess I didn’t hear it. Sorry about that. Be up in a minute.”
“I thought you were ready. What were you doing? Splittin’ the kitten down there?” Donna laughs. You don’t answer; you just finish dressing and grab your bags.

When you get upstairs, Donna greets you. She’s wearing a shirt that is obviously trying to call attention to her small breasts and pants that are one size too tight to make her ass look like its more filled out, but she’s dressed fairly conservative all things considered.

“Were you just taking what’s in your bags? Because we could probably put more into the car.”
“Nah, I need to get out of here now. I mean maybe later I could get someone to come get my couch or some of my furniture though.”
“Okay, but really I don’t think you’ll need to, Julie’s got spare beds and such. Plenty of space you know.”
“Yeah I know. Let’s get going.”

You and Donna leave the house and after throwing your bags in her car you and her are soon on your way.

Along the way Donna puts on some music. She takes mercy on you by not listening to that techno dance crap that you hate so much, but instead listens to the bubble gum pop crap that you hate slightly less.

“So…I found an area of the house where I think you’ll be happiest at yesterday.” Donna says.
“Oh? Is it the basement?”
“Hah, nah. That’s being used for other things. I was thinking of Julie’s dad’s old office on the far left of the house. I mean Julie never uses it, and besides a few people wandering from the main party to have a quickie in there it’s never used anymore.”
“Gee, you make it sound so appealing.”
“Well it’s either that or one of the upstairs bedrooms and I can’t promise you won’t be disturbed on regular basis there. At least with the office you can lock it and it’s far enough away from the usual party grounds.”
“I guess it’s the best I can hope for, thanks I guess for thinking ahead.”
“No problem. You know I’m glad you’re coming to live with us. I mean I know you probably don’t believe it, but I missed talking with you. Julie’s fun and all, but even I get tired from partying ALL the time.”
“Well thanks Donna…hey this is like the twelfth police car I’ve seen pulled over and cops arresting someone.” You say looking out the window.
“Yeah, I dunno if you’ve noticed since you tend to hang out in the basement most of the time, but there’s been an increase in crime which also means an increase in the cops using that as an excuse to be assholes… like this. Shit!”

Nothing like talking something into existence. A cop car puts on its siren and a bullhorn tells you to pull over. You briefly worry that your sister isn’t going to pull over, but she does. Swearing and sighing the whole time.

Doesn’t take long before a policeman approaches the vehicle.

“Alright where are you going in such a hurry?” the cop asks.
“Nowhere. I wasn’t even speeding!”
“Is that right honey? Not according to my radar you weren’t. Besides, you ignored a stop sign back there. I think you need to step out of the car.”
“Are you kidding me? There wasn’t a stop sign!”
“Aren’t you supposed to ask for her license and registration first?” you add.

The cop suddenly points his finger at the both of you.

“The both of you need to shut the hell up right, before I run you both in for obstruction of justice. Now both of you out of the car now!”

Your sister looks at you like she really wants to just try to turn the car back on and try to drive away, but you both know that wouldn’t do any good save for getting yourselves in a whole lot of trouble.

The cop calls over his partner who looks equally uncompromising. He tells him to search you, while he starts searching the car while he puts Donna up against the car and starts patting down Donna.

“Getting a good feel, you bastard?” Donna remarks.

The cop frisking you is slightly better, since you don’t get your girl parts molested, but he certainly comes close. He snickers a bit as you tense up from this indignity.

After you and your sister have been frisked. They tell you both to go sit on the curb with your hands locked behind your heads while they search the car.

This is a bad situation anyway since you’re obviously dealing with two asshole cops, but who knows what the hell Donna’s got in her car which will give them even more of an excuse to march you off to jail.

Speaking of which, Donna whispers to you.

“We need to run.”
“What?” you ask in a whisper.
“Those two fuckers are going to find something in the car.”
“You’re driving with illegal drugs in the car?”
“Not that much, well at least I don’t think I am…hell I’m not even sure, but I can’t take that chance! We gotta run!”
“And where the hell are we gonna go?”
“I dunno! We could probably still hide at Julie’s house.”
“You’re joking right? That place is probably the first place they’ll look! Shit, Donna! I knew I shouldn’t have left the goddamn basement today!”
“Look…they’re pretty involved in searching right now. If we ran we could probably at least lose them until we came up with a better idea.”

You get the impression Donna is going to run no matter what and you can’t see how that’s going to be a good idea in any way. You’re also concerned that if she runs and you stay, these two cops will just pin everything on you (whatever that may be).

Still, if she sees that you’re determined to stay, maybe she’ll keep to her common sense and won’t run too.
> You don't run
Regardless of what your sister does, you’re not going to get yourself into more trouble by running.

“Look Donna, I can’t stop you from running, but I’m staying here.”
“What? You can’t do that. You’re supposed to be supportive!”
“I’m not going to be supportive in your resisting arrest attempt! Now like I said, I won’t stop you, but if you’re going to do it, you’ll be doing it alone.”
“(Sigh) I should’ve known you’re still the same old goody two shoes that follows all the rules. You’re a goddamn idiot Suzy, one of these assholes just felt me up when he frisked me. You really think if they’re just going to arrest us when they find something? Chances are they’re going to drive us to some secluded area and make us suck their cocks and god knows what else! I’m getting the hell…”

Just as Donna is starting to get up, both cops have taken notice of you two again.

“HEY! I told you to stay put! Don’t give me an excuse!” one of them shouts nearly going for his gun and it’s enough to cause Donna to rethink her actions.

“Despite the pair of you acting mighty suspicious, you appear to be clean and so does the vehicle. Don’t think you’re getting out of a ticket though!” the cop says and shoves a ticket at your sister who takes it. Looks like Donna had a drug free car after all.

At this point the cop’s partner says to him that they’re needed at the mall since apparently a small riot has broken out there. You are left with another verbal warning and they drive off.

As for you and your sister, the pair of you get back in the car without another word and continue your drive to Julie’s house in silence.

When you arrive, the place is much more subdued than your used to. You don’t even hear loud music coming from inside.

“No party going on?” you ask.
“Probably will be some folks coming over later. I dunno, even I don’t keep up on it all the time. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be wanting to hide away before that happens, so like I said your room will be Julie’s dad’s old office. Julie also wants to talk with you as well, so if you’re actually feeling social you could go speak with her before heading off to planet Suzy.” Donna says coldly.
“…what the hell? Donna, I know you’re pissed, but I really don’t know why. If it hadn’t been for me stalling you from running, you’d be in for a lot more trouble than just a ticket. I’d say it worked out much better.” You say.
“Right. Your plan worked. Following the rules always works for you. Your life is so great and that’s why you had to beg to move in here.”
“Uh, you’re living here in JULIE’S house too with no means of support either. I wouldn’t start pointing fingers.”
“Fuck you Suzy. I thought things were going to be different, but I can see that you’re still the stuck up bitch that thinks she’s better than everyone else.” Donna exclaims and storms off leaving you in the car.

So much for “sisterly bonding.” This is really an unfortunate turn of events, but not completely unexpected. Donna’s always been a bit bi-polar with you. One moment she’s saying how much you should hang out and bond and the next minute she’s calling you a stuck up bitch that doesn’t know how to have fun.

The girl has some serious self-esteem issues. Really you have no idea why she still acts the way she does. Mom is dead and so is dad. Who is there to rebel against anymore? From some of what she said earlier it almost seems like she parties out of habit more than great desire anymore.

You pull your bags out of the car and head on inside. The front room is messy, but not overly so. Your sister is nowhere to be seen, but there are a couple of people you don’t know sitting on one of the couches playing video games. Another one is asleep on the floor. The place smells of spilled beer and none of the people even acknowledge your presence.

“Suzy! You’re here!” a voice suddenly calls out. You look up and see Julie waving from the second floor. She immediately runs down the stairs to greet you close up, nearly tripping in the process.

When she gets to you, the years of partying are really starting to take their toll. She’s your age, but she’s starting to look like one of those trashy strippers that wears too much make up.

“Suzy, it’s been too long! Give me a hug!” she exclaims and before you can even react, she gloms on to you and gives you a tight squeeze.

“Mmmm, you smell so nice. Like strawberries.” She says while rubbing her hands across your back.
“Uh, yeah. Probably the shampoo I used.” You say.
“You’ve been keeping in shape too, guess Bobby was keeping you busy physically. Ha ha ha ha.” Julie laughs and now she starts getting a little too touchy feelie for you. You’ve already had unwanted touching once today, you don’t feel like more.
“Yeah, okay good to see you too. Back up there now. I need some space.” You say and start pulling away.
“Hah same old prudish Suzy. What you think I’m gonna just start sexually assaulting you right here in the living room? Please, I know a girl like you needs to be romanced first!”

Julie jokes, but she’s probably somewhat serious with her playful advances. Shortly after you got with Bobby, Donna told you that Julie spent a couple days crying because she wanted to tell you how she’s always loved you. (You of course weren’t sure why she ever thought you’d be into such a relationship, but apparently before Bobby, everyone just assumed you were a big lesbian.) Of course she quickly went on with her hedonistic life, but you’ve always wondered if she really ever “got over” you.

“Okay Suzy, I hear you’re planning on sleeping in my dad’s old office. You remember the way right?”
“Yeah I think so.”
“Oh, I’ll just walk with you, we need to catch up on so much. I’ve missed you, you know!”

Resigning yourself to the fact that you’re going to have to at least be friendly to Julie, you walk with her to your new room. Julie of course is very talkative.

“So Suzy, speaking of Bobby, did you make up with him yet?”
“No and I doubt if it’s going to work out anyway.”
“Ohhhh, that’s so sad. You two did make a cute couple in a creepy shut in way.” Julie says and begins rubbing your shoulder.
“Hm, thanks.” You answer.
“Well, not to worry, you could meet a new boyfriend right here! Contrary to what you might think, I don’t just have mindless party animals coming over here. There’s actually a wide variety of people that come here to hang out. You could meet that special guy tonight in fact! Or girl…you know whatever…” Julie says trailing off and nervously smiles at you.

“Well I’m not really thinking about that right now, I think I’d rather be by myself for awhile.” You answer.
“Oh yeah sure. I understand. But I just want you to know that my house is your house okay? And all the fun that goes on here, well you can have some of that fun too you know?”
“I know Julie. Thanks for letting me stay here.”
“No problem, you were always welcome. Okay well here it is. I’ll leave you to get settled and remember you can always come out and join us later.”

At this point Julie hugs you again though it’s a quick one this time and briskly walks off.

You enter the office and see that it is indeed much neater and cleaner than most of the house. Even better that it has a small bathroom attached to it as well, but you knew that since this actually isn’t the first time you’ve been in here.

You remember playing tag with Julie when you were in elementary school and you both ran in here. Julie’s dad wasn’t angry though. He even gave you a lollipop from a jar on his desk. Come to think of it anytime he saw you, he was always giving you lollipops. He was pretty nice that way. Shame he died in a car accident just as Julie was starting to get wilder, since even if he did work most of the time, you get the impression Julie might at least had some boundaries during her late teens and onward.

It doesn’t take long for you to rearrange some things and make yourself at home on the fairly comfortable couch in there.

It also doesn’t take long for you to get back to finishing what Donna interrupted earlier today. (Making sure to lock the door of course)

After finishing up and washing up a bit, you hear some music. Sounds like the party is getting started. Continuing to be the introverted personality you usually are, you don’t leave your “safe zone” and go back to playing games on your computer and looking up random shit on the Internet. The more things change the more they stay the same, time passes and it’s almost like you’ve never left the basement!

Eventually you get bored doing that and you start looking around the office a bit more. It’s sort of snooping, but then Julie’s dad is dead and you’re sure Julie doesn’t care.

You start going through the filing cabinets and find that all the paperwork is mainly business files dated back to before Julie’s dad died. Looks like nobody ever bothered to clean any of this stuff out or even go through the stuff.

The bookshelves aren’t filled with the most interesting of topics. Mostly about economics, business practices, legal things, though some of the books are historical in nature. You don’t see much fiction though.

The desk just contains regular office supplies. You actually aren’t surprised to find a pistol in there (along with bullets) but after rummaging around a bit you notice a secret compartment in one of the drawers.

You find a black box and you waste no time in opening it. Inside you find pictures. Pictures of little girls…in fact there are some of YOU! By the looks of them, these were all taken in secret.

Nobody is naked in the photos, but given that nearly every single picture of you involves you either sucking or licking a lollipop it’s pretty apparent what the purpose of these were.

Some of these girls are other kids you knew from school and hung out with Julie as well. In fact one of them went missing. Nobody knew who did it, but it was a big deal in town and it probably lead to your mother being even more overprotective of you. And you’re really glad she did since you’re starting to get a sinking feeling about what you’ve uncovered here.

“Christ…” you say going through the photos. You start to wonder now if Julie’s behavior is caused by years of sexual molestation. It would certainly explain a lot.

Then you get a knock on the door.

“Hey Suzy, it’s me Julie, I’ve got something for you.”

“Uh, hold on. Just a minute!” you exclaim as you quickly put the photographs back. You have no idea if you should tell her not, but you open the door.

Julie appears with a bottle of soda and a pizza and walks in.

“I figured you’d stay in here all night, but I thought you might get hungry or thirsty so here you go!” Julie says and places her gifts to you on the desk.
“Oh. Thanks Julie.” You say.
“You’re welcome…so why’d you take so long in answering the door? You splittin’ the kitten in here or what?” Julie asks.
“Hah, yeah well busted I guess.” You say with a fake chuckle.
“Suzy, if you came out and had some fun with the rest of us, that wouldn’t really be necessary you know. I know you probably still miss Bobby on some level and you’ve got needs, but he’s not here and you’d be better off moving on with your life and getting some free dick out there…or pussy…you know whatever…” Julie says obviously still hoping.

Given how unstable Julie is at times, you almost wonder if you should address what you found at all. Maybe dredging up bad childhood memories isn’t the best thing right now.
> You talk to Julie about what you found
Quite frankly, you’ll still not sure if this is a good idea, but you can’t stay silent about what you know.

“Julie, I’m about to tell you something very important and I think it’s going to cause a lot of emotions, but please bear with me.” You say and then when you see Julie’s eyes light up you quickly clarify your statement.

“Uh…not that.”
“…oh…” Julie says disappointed, though she’s going to be even more upset when you reveal what you know.

You start and stop a couple of times, but eventually you tell her you better just show her. You open the desk back up and hand her the box of photos. Julie goes through them silently for a moment and sits down.

“Julie, I dunno what to say.” You remark.
“What’s to say? It is what it is. (Sigh) I thought I got rid of all this stuff though.” Julie responds.
“You…you knew? Why didn’t you ever tell anyone?”
“Wasn’t like I really knew until after he died and by then I didn’t see the point and I thought it might even fuck up the inheritance he left me. Most of the stuff I found when I did go through it weren’t photos like these, but actual magazines or little girl pictures on his computer. I didn’t even know that he was taking photos of you and other friends.”
“Wait. So you never knew until after he died? Are you saying he never touched you?”
“Nope. Never touched me. Never paid much attention to me at all really, he was usually gone on business or otherwise busy as you well know.”

At this point Julie starts to laugh.

“You wanna hear something really fucked up?”
“Um…”
“After I found out my dad was a sicko pedo I got angry and cried as you might expect, but I think a small part of me did so, not because of the horror of such a revelation, but because I thought why didn’t he ever show me as much attention? Why these other girls? I was his daughter. Why wasn’t I…(sob) good enough…” Julie starts to break down.

You’ve never been one to deny how fucked up your family is and you probably have your own set of “daddy issues” on some level, but right now you don’t think you could have such a twisted way of thinking.

To be fair to Julie, she probably doesn’t really have some fucked up desire to want to fuck her dad, its just her being fucked up in general. She’s always been so starved for a positive father figure in her life that her mind is bound to go to places that are a little… well fucked up.

Julie goes into full blown sobbing mode and you realize you’re going to have to be the one to console her now.

“Um…there. There, there now. You don’t mean that.” You say sitting down next to her and patting her on the back. She then of course takes to hugging you while crying.

“I mean in his own…incredibly twisted way he did care about you.” You say.
“What do you mean?”
“Well he left you a shitload of money when he died for one thing. He definitely wanted you to make sure you’d be taken care of if he died. I mean that’s more than my dad did.”
“Your dad wasn’t a fucking pedo.”
“No, but I mean…look your father obviously must’ve known what he was was incredibly wrong and he tried to shield you from it by NOT molesting you. His love for you overwrote his sick lust for little girls. It might’ve even been why he was distant. I mean things could’ve been A LOT worse for you if he had taken an unhealthy interest in you.”
“I…I suppose you’re right. But I just wish…someone could’ve been there for me growing up. I wish my mom hadn’t died when I was little. Maybe it could’ve made the difference of me actually not squandering my youth and acting like brainless whore. All I fucking do is live a shallow existence of hedonism. I don’t even feel good about it anymore. It’s just a never-ending void. I could’ve applied myself to SOMETHING and now the inheritance is starting to run out and I have absolutely no goddamn skills whatsoever.”

This is pretty heavy stuff coming from Julie. She rarely if ever takes about anything deep, and given how personal all this is it’s a bit out of character. Still, you aren’t entirely surprised she’s coming out to you about it. Crushes aside, Julie probably has always felt a bit of a bond with you due to both your mothers dying early and having distant fathers. True your sister is more in line with her lifestyle, but you grew up with her and were friends with her first and its obvious that deep down she’d like to have something stable in her life.

In a weird way you both have also shut yourself in from the outside world. Julie may be fucking strangers and partying all the time, but other than that, she barely interacts with the real world in any meaningful way. She was just a “basement dweller” with a shitload of cash.

In any event you continue to speak with Julie who reveals more about what she knows. She keeps apologizing for her dad taking pictures of you, but you tell her to forget about that now.

She goes on to say she doesn’t know anything about Vanessa, the little girl in one of the pictures that went missing later. She says she barely remembers ever playing with her. (And to your knowledge you never played with her either).

“So you don’t think he had anything to do with her disappearance?” you ask.
“I don’t know. I don’t know everything about my father’s sick habits. I mean I know he looked at pictures obviously, but I can’t say if I found anything more than that. Like I never found any hardcore kiddie porn involving actual sex. Though to be honest, it got to a point where I’d found so much that I didn’t want to look anymore. Hence why this office has never really been touched.” Julie says.
“Hrm. Well I didn’t find anything else other than these photos.”

You take a glance through the photos again and shake your head realizing that this is probably just going to be one of those dark mysteries of what really happened to Vanessa.

Since neither one of you are really willing to play great detective and don’t want to dwell on this anymore, you and Julie destroy the photos. Afterwards you figure Julie will want to go back to her party since she’ll want lose herself in an alcohol and sex filled night as usual, but this situation has put her out of the mood.

“I’m sure whoever is out there will have fun whether I’m there or not. I just don’t think I’m in the mood. Can I just spend time with you? We could eat this pizza and just talk like how we used to remember?” Julie asks.
“Well, I suppose that would be okay.” You answer.

So you and Julie spend the remainder of the night talking. It really isn’t all that bad. It doesn’t even get weird with Julie trying to push for something more, she just maintains a friendly demeanor and nothing more than that. Her spirits are certainly brighter.

Eventually you start to get sleepy and even Julie begins to get tired.

“I hate to stop our discussion, but I’m really getting sleepy. It was sort of an eventful day for me.” You say.
“Sure, I understand, but um…could I ask just one little favor?” Julie asks.
‘What?”
“Well, other than the situation that lead to our talk, I really feel like this was a very positive experience for me. I mean like in a long time. I feel like I’ve reconnected with a friend again. I mean REALLY reconnected.”
“Julie…”
“I know. I know where you think I’m going with this, but can I just sleep here tonight? I just enjoyed our time together that I don’t really want it to end yet, even if we’ll both be asleep.”
“I dunno…where are you going to sleep?”
“Oh, that couch folds out into a bed. I'll just sleep with you!”

You give Julie a look of disapproval and disbelief.

“I mean…oh you know what I mean! I’ll just take one side of it! Please! I really won’t try anything honest!”

You can’t believe you’re actually considering this…

“(Sigh) All right, but ONLY because this is all my fault for dredging up bad memories in the first place and you’re a bit emotional right now. You can sleep on the left side, but DO NOT expect this to be a regular thing and DO NOT think that your hands or any other parts of your body are going to just roam over to my side in the middle of the night. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if that happens.”
“No, and I swear I won’t try anything! Okay, this is gonna be fun! Like a sleep over! Why didn’t we ever have one of those when we were little?”
“Because my mother was overprotective and I’m starting to think things could’ve been a lot worse for me if she hadn’t been.”

Wasting no time, Julie helps you fold the couch out and gets into the bed. You hesitantly get in on the other side and remind Julie not to touch you. Julie though just seems to be thrilled you’re in the same bed together.

Despite your concerns, you eventually fall asleep…
> Next day...
TUESDAY

“…Suzy…” you hear a voice whisper.
“Mgh.” You answer.
“Suzy…get up…I have to go pee!” the voice says again. Your eyes are still closed, but you recognize it as Julie’s.

“Guh. Well go! Why do I have to get up?!” you say angrily with your eyes still closed.
“Well because you arm is wrapped around my waist and your leg is intertwined with one of mine that’s why!”

Now you open your eyes and realize what Julie has just described is true. Julie looks at you over her shoulder.

“Hey don’t blame me, I stayed on my side of the bed. I’d enjoy this longer, but I really gotta pee!”
“Shit.” You say and remove yourself from your entanglement from Julie’s body. Julie smiles at you and then heads to the bathroom.

Great, now she’s going to read something into it. Though you do wonder how the hell you got into a spooning position with her. Maybe you were dreaming about Bobby.

Speaking of Bobby, while you’re checking the time on your cell phone, you see that he’s left messages again. After you recent “night cuddling” with Julie, you think it might be best if you do call Bobby if only to deter Julie from getting any ideas.

“Hello? Bobby?” you say.
“Yeah.” Bobby answers. He sounds pretty flat.
“Well you called me, so I assume you wanted to talk to me.”
“Yeah I did, I wanted to talk to you yesterday about something else, but I’ve changed my mind about some things since then. So I’ve got something new to tell you, and given that you didn’t bother to talk to me yesterday I think you’ll be fine with it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about us. Breaking up for good. It’s obvious that this isn’t working. I tried to bring you into my world, but you just refuse to meet me half way.”

You can’t believe you’re hearing this!

“Meet you half way? You want me to be one of your wives in your fucked up religious cult compound that’s what you want! Face it, you’re not going to give up your sister Diana and that bitch would kill me as soon as I stepped foot in that place!”
“Well…you obviously have valid points, so why are you arguing with me on this?”
“Because you’re trying to make out like I’M the bad guy here! I’m not the human sacrificing cultist Bobby and yet I looked past that because I loved you! You say I didn’t try to meet you half way? I proposed long ago that we BOTH leave our fucked up families behind and start a new life together! I was willing to change, YOU weren’t!”

At this point there is a long pause.

“Well? Don’t you have anything to say?” you ask.
“No, except…it was just too much. Guess I take after my dad after all. I’m sorry, but my God and family come first. Even before you. I’ll always remember…the good times we had. May Tiamat’s Chaos take mercy on you.”
“Oh fuck you and Tiamat!” you exclaim and hang up.

Its weird, but you start to sob a little bit. You sort of knew your relationship with Bobby was on borrowed time anyway, but it still hurts now that it’s officially over. He was your first love after all and now that’s gone.

Meanwhile Julie is standing in the bathroom door watching you.

“Suzy, I heard some of that…and I’m truly sorry about you and Bobby. Really, I mean that. You’re a kind and decent girl with many wonderful qualities. He had a treasure in you and he doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

Hard to tell if Julie’s just trying to flatter you or she really does mean it, but either way it’s still nice to hear right now.

“Did you want to talk about it?” Julie asks.
“No, not really. It’s over and that’s that. Best to not dwell on the past and move on right?” you say.
“Probably. Well I should probably see how much damage my home is in from last night and see who’s still lingering around. I’ll leave you alone.”
“Wait, I’ll come with you. I mean I live here too now, I might as well help you clean up. Besides, for the first time I think being alone might be a bad idea. I’m just going to end up dwelling on Bobby. I need to keep my mind on other things right now. I probably should try to make up with Donna as well. We kind of argued yesterday.”
“Yeah, I wondered what happened about that. When she stormed in yesterday I asked about you and she mumbled something about you being a bitch. Then later at the party I asked again about what happened and she still never answered.”
“Nothing really happened, she just jumped down my throat for a perceived insult, but I guess I should make the peace being the older sister and all.”
“See? This is why you’re so wonderful!” Julie smiles and the pair of you exit your room.

The house actually isn’t in bad shape. Julie remarks that usually the parties only get really out of hand on Saturday and Friday nights. She also remarks that she thinks this the first time in quite awhile that she woke up without a hang over since she didn’t really drink as much since she was mainly with you the whole night.

“It’s a bizarre feeling, but I have to say it isn’t an unpleasant one.” Julie says.

From the living room you hear the sounds of a vacuum as well as a TV.

“Who the hell would be vacuuming?” Julie asks.
“Donna?” the moment you say that, you and Julie both look at each other and say “Nah.”

When you arrive in the living room, you see a man probably about your age calmly vacuuming as he periodically looks at the TV screen, which is one of those Ground Zero infomercials. There are actually a couple of other people in the room flopped out on the furniture or on the floor still asleep, but the man merely vacuums around their sprawled out legs or bodies. You and Julie find the sight to be quite the peculiar one.

He notices you both and turns off the vacuum.

“Oh hey. You…you’re the owner of this house correct?” he asks.
“Yes I am, who are you?” Julie answers.
“Oh I’m Johnny. Sorry if I woke you and your girlfriend up, but I couldn’t in good conscience leave your house in such a mess. So I found your vacuum and tried to clean up a bit. Sort of a wild party last night huh?” Johnny says.
“Eh, had wilder. Never had a guest actually clean up though. Kinda weird, but hey I won’t turn it down. I don’t remember you from last night; though I have so many people at my parties I never know half of them anyway.”
“Oh, I’m not very memorable anyway. I’ve always kind of just blended in with the crowd. I heard about this party from a friend and figured I’d come since I don’t get out much. Did you want me to leave?”
“Doesn’t make difference to me. Like I said, I’m not going to turn down a guest that helps clean up.”

Johnny nods and returns to cleaning up, while Julie turns back to you.

“Hrm, he’s an odd one, but at least he’s helpful. Anyway, let’s go check and see if Donna’s upstairs.” Julie says.

You and Julie leave Johnny to his cleaning to go find your sister. After checking the bedrooms, you don’t find her (Though there are a couple of people still sleeping in said bedrooms) you wonder if she passed out on the lawn or something.

You and Julie start descending down the stairs.

“I dunno, while I’ve certainly passed out on the lawn, Donna has never gotten that bad. She’s more likely to be in the basement.”
“Well I guess you could look outside and I could look down there for my sister…”

Suddenly Johnny interrupts.

“Excuse me. Sorry for overhearing, but did you say you were looking for Donna?”
“Yes, she’s my sister.” You say.
“Oh…so you must be Suzy. Heard her talk about you last night.”
“Nothing good I’m sure. You know where she is?” you say.
“Unfortunately I don’t. I mean I remember seeing her leave with a couple of guys and another girl last night, but I didn’t know them either. I was under the impression they were going out to get more beer or drugs or something, but they never came back.”

You shake your head and sigh.

“Great, she probably got herself fucking arrested by the cops last night.” You say.
“Well we don’t know that.” Julie remarks.
“Maybe. I guess I’ll know if I get a call from the police station. Whatever, I know she’s like a cat and always lands on her feet, so I can talk to her later.”
“You sure you don’t want to still look around the house for her?”
“Well if she’s here, she’ll probably turn up while I’m cleaning this place a bit.”
“Okay, well I’m heading back upstairs to get those assholes out of my bed and clean up whatever mess is up there.”

Julie heads back upstairs nodding to Johnny who is now picking up garbage by hand and putting it in a bag. He nods to you briefly and continues his work.

Well mind numbing clean up work should certainly help keep your mind off Bobby (and the possibility of Donna being in jail) you’re just wondering if you should help Julie or Johnny.
> You help Julie
While Johnny seems okay, you don’t know him and you’re not in the mood to make new acquaintances, so to prevent the risk of him suddenly becoming more talkative to you, you pass Johnny and head upstairs to help Julie.

“Hey! Not cool Julie, we were asleep!” you hear a voice say.
“Yeah and nobody has sex in MY bed unless I’m actually in it!” Julie says.
“Well, you can still join us like last time…” another voice says.
“Get out!”

This order is followed by the sounds of something falling on the floor, and then followed by some complaints.

Soon you see a disheveled man and woman both putting some clothes on as they exit the room. They walk past you, grumbling the whole time about Julie not being cool about the situation.

As they walk out the front door, they end up waking up another guest who was sleeping in one of the chairs downstairs. He looks at his watch and exclaims “Shit!” and rushes out the door as well. Johnny briefly looks at them and then looks up at you with a faint smile and continues to quietly clean up.

You enter Julie’s room and see her stripping the bed.

“Well, could’ve been worse I suppose. I thought you were cleaning up downstairs.” Julie asks.
“I figured I’d help you up here.” You answer.
“Oh, well thanks.”
“Plus, I dunno, but that Johnny guy is sort of weird.”
“Heh, yeah, but no weirder than some of the other people we’ve both known.”
“I suppose, but there’s something about him…I can’t place my finger on it. I’m just not getting the best of vibes from him.”
“Well he did say he didn’t get out much. Maybe he’s just awkward around people. I think you know a little about that.” Julie says smirking.
“Heh, very funny. So did you want me to get started on the other rooms?”
“Yeah just pick up any trash you might find and throw that away in a trash bag. There should be some up here in the hallway closet. Don’t worry about the bathroom, I’m sure its suitably disgusting, but I wouldn’t dream of asking you to clean it. Hey, maybe I can get Johnny to do it. Ha ha!”
“What about Donna’s room?”
“Well, normally I leave her shit alone so she has the privacy of cleaning it herself if she so desires. Of course I don’t think picking up a few beer cans that might be in there to be an invasion of privacy. So use your judgment.”

So you do exactly what Julie says. You start picking up cans and other refuse into a trash bag. Despite Julie’s warnings, you check the bathroom anyway and it isn’t quite that bad so you do a little cleaning up there as well.

Eventually you make your way back to Julie’s room where she’s still straightening things out there.

“You know normally I never bother to do this much cleaning, but I guess that’s one of the advantages of not being hung over when you wake up in the afternoon. You finished already?” Julie asks.
“Just about, even worked on the bathroom a little. Wasn’t that bad in there.”
“Glad to hear it, did you clean up Donna’s room?”
“No, decided to stick with your policy of non-interference.”
“Okay. (Whew) I’m used to playing hard, but not working hard. I’m taking a break.”
“Yeah I think I’ll join you.”

Julie lies down on her now fresh-sheeted bed, while you sit in a chair.

“Why don’t you come over here, you could stretch out.” Julie says.
“Hm, I’m good. And I think we’ve spent enough time in beds together for a while.” You answer.
“Afraid you might get the sudden urge to spoon me again huh?”
“Look, I dunno how I got in that position, but I probably was dreaming or something.” You say.
“Mostly or something.” Julie continues to prod. “You had me in a pretty good grip and I didn’t say this before, but I was wide-awake for a good ten minutes enjoying it before I had to really pee. And during that time, you were also grinding your body into mine and you even gave me a peck on the ear.”
“What?! Get out of here! You’re making this up!” you exclaim.
“I’m serious!”
“…I like guys!” you protest.
“I never said you didn’t. I’m just saying that on SOME level, you might like the female form as well. It’s okay you know.”
“The only female form I like is my own.”
“So you really mean to say you’ve never fantasized about another woman? I’m not even talking about me, I’m talking about any woman.”
“Nope, can’t say that I have.”
“You’ve never found any woman attractive?”
“Well that’s different than wanting to fucking another woman. I mean sure, if you want an example I always thought my older brother Ben’s wife Moonshadow had pretty eyes.”
“Hmm, interesting. She was part black wasn’t she? Maybe you just got a thing for dark meat.” Julie laughs.
‘Fuck you Julie. Just fuck you.”
“Hey, whenever you’re ready. And given how much you were aggressively holding on to me and grinding your body into mine, I at least I know you’re a top now. Didn’t get that vibe from you before. That’s kind of hot really.”

At this point you can’t help but laugh though it’s a semi-nervous laugh due to feeling a little weird about Julie’s suggestions about you. You attempt to change the subject.

“Well at least this has gotten my mind off other things. Still need to smooth things over with Donna though. No call yet, so I’m guessing she didn’t get arrested. I’m just hoping it isn’t something worse. I might call her soon; even if she is pissed at me at least I’ll know where she is. Has she ever disappeared like this before?”
“Oh sure. I mean she goes over to hang out with other people; she’s probably over at one of their houses. I’m sure she’ll be back later today…is that Johnny guy still downstairs?”
“Dunno. I can check.”

You exit Julie’s room and look into the living from the second floor. The TV is still on (And still playing an infernal Ground Zero infomercial) but Johnny isn’t anywhere in sight. Looks like the living room is clean though, even the last of the sleeping “guests” are gone. You call out his name, but there is no answer.

“Nope, he’s gone. Looks like everyone is gone.” You say entering Julie’s room again.
“Oh well. With as helpful as he was cleaning up I hoped I could get him to drag these dirty sheets and blankets to the washing machine. You gonna help?”
“I suppose I could, but I probably should be searching for a job. I have a terrible habit of not focusing at the best of times on that.”
“Heh, I don’t even think I’ve ever looked for one…and I probably should start doing so. Like I said yesterday, my inheritance isn’t going to last forever. I won’t keep you though, you’ve been a big help already and I can handle taking some sheets down to the washing machine.”

You suddenly get the idea that maybe the task wouldn’t seem quite as bad if you did it together. To be honest you wouldn’t mind her with you while you look if only because you still don’t want to be by yourself where you can start dwelling on Bobby again or worse trying to call him.

Of course you might end up just goofing off with Julie if she’s around thus procrastinating and making the goal of searching for a job pointless.
> You search for jobs yourself
“Well, if you want to look for a job, just come in and see me and we can look together.” You say.
“Okay, maybe. First, I’m going to take these sheets and blankets and throw ‘em in the wash though.” Julie replies.

The pair of you head downstairs and part company as you head into your room and she goes into the basement. (It still feels odd to NOT go into the basement when heading to your room)

You lay down on your bed/couch, open up your laptop and prepare for the unfun task of looking for a job.

Ten minutes in and you’ve already gotten off track. You’re playing some flash game, but your mind keeps occasionally thinking about Bobby. You start to get upset again and think about calling him.

You pick up the phone and think of how you really shouldn’t do this, especially since you fully believe that he was being the asshole in this situation, but you can’t just let it end the way it did. You don’t know why, maybe its because he’s the first guy you’ve ever seriously been with and you can’t quite let go yet.

“Hey.” Bobby says on the other end of the phone. You’re sort of surprised that he picked up after only two rings.
“Bobby… I just want to say a few more things…” you say.
“Suzy I don’t want to fight with you. So…”
“No, it’s not that. Look I just want to say, I’m sorry I insulted your religion. I know how important it is to you.”
“Well I appreciate that. Thank you.”
“I just don’t want things to end like that last conversation we had. Our time together was special to me and I don’t want those memories to be completely soiled because we had a bad break up.”
“I agree as well…I know I probably shouldn’t say this, because it only makes this break up even harder, but I ALMOST came close to abandoning everything for you…it just…just…”
“I know. It was just too much.”

Bobby on the other end of the phone is silent, but you think you hear sniffling. Of course this makes your eyes water too.

“I think… (sniffle) I think I’m always going to love you Suzy.” Bobby says. “I have to go….bye.” Bobby says and abruptly hangs up.

Now you’re really upset. You knew you shouldn’t have called. You almost think it was better when you parted thinking he was a complete asshole. He sounded so sad, you wonder if maybe, just MAYBE you could convince him if you went and saw him one more time.

You get the idea. You’re going to do it, because what you had with Bobby is worth fighting for!

You leave your room and start shouting to Julie as you go down the basement stairs

“Hey Julie! I know you’ll probably think this is a bad idea, but I want to go talk things out with Bobby one last time. He and I have so much history, so do you know if Donna has an extra set of keys to her… Aaaaaaaahhh!” you scream when you see Johnny standing over Julie’s bloody body with a knife in hand.

Johnny doesn’t even flinch, he just smiles at you like nothing is wrong.

“Bobby? …you have a boyfriend? Your sister didn’t tell me that…oh well…” he says flatly.

Panic and fear fill every inch of your body and you instantly turn and run back upstairs.

You get to the top step and open the door just before you feel a sharp pain strike hard into your back. You manage to keep from falling backwards and instead fall forward so that you’re half way on the basement steps and half on the ground floor.

Trying to fight through the pain, you attempt to stand back up and stumble in the process. Attempting to grab the knife in your back doesn’t help either.

You manage to get partially down the hallway before Johnny catches up to you again. You are grabbed roughly and then thrown face first into the floor as he twists the knife in your back. You scream out for help, but there is none to be had.

“Stop screaming you fucking bitch! Why do you always scream!? I’m doing this for your own good! I can be your boyfriend! I can be a better boyfriend!” Johnny shouts as he attempts to strip off your clothes. The only consolation to your final fate is that you struggle so much that Johnny cuts your throat before he can rape you.

Not that it stops him from doing so after you’re already dead of course.


While Johnny seems okay, you don’t know him and you’re not in the mood to make new acquaintances, so to prevent the risk of him suddenly becoming more talkative to you, you pass Johnny and head upstairs to help Julie.

“Hey! Not cool Julie, we were asleep!” you hear a voice say.
“Yeah and nobody has sex in MY bed unless I’m actually in it!” Julie says.
“Well, you can still join us like last time…” another voice says.
“Get out!”

This order is followed by the sounds of something falling on the floor, and then followed by some complaints.

Soon you see a disheveled man and woman both putting some clothes on as they exit the room. They walk past you, grumbling the whole time about Julie not being cool about the situation.

As they walk out the front door, they end up waking up another guest who was sleeping in one of the chairs downstairs. He looks at his watch and exclaims “Shit!” and rushes out the door as well. Johnny briefly looks at them and then looks up at you with a faint smile and continues to quietly clean up.

You enter Julie’s room and see her stripping the bed.

“Well, could’ve been worse I suppose. I thought you were cleaning up downstairs.” Julie asks.
“I figured I’d help you up here.” You answer.
“Oh, well thanks.”
“Plus, I dunno, but that Johnny guy is sort of weird.”
“Heh, yeah, but no weirder than some of the other people we’ve both known.”
“I suppose, but there’s something about him…I can’t place my finger on it. I’m just not getting the best of vibes from him.”
“Well he did say he didn’t get out much. Maybe he’s just awkward around people. I think you know a little about that.” Julie says smirking.
“Heh, very funny. So did you want me to get started on the other rooms?”
“Yeah just pick up any trash you might find and throw that away in a trash bag. There should be some up here in the hallway closet. Don’t worry about the bathroom, I’m sure its suitably disgusting, but I wouldn’t dream of asking you to clean it. Hey, maybe I can get Johnny to do it. Ha ha!”
“What about Donna’s room?”
“Well, normally I leave her shit alone so she has the privacy of cleaning it herself if she so desires. Of course I don’t think picking up a few beer cans that might be in there to be an invasion of privacy. So use your judgment.”

So you do exactly what Julie says. You start picking up cans and other refuse into a trash bag. Despite Julie’s warnings, you check the bathroom anyway and it isn’t quite that bad so you do a little cleaning up there as well.

Eventually you make your way back to Julie’s room where she’s still straightening things out there.

“You know normally I never bother to do this much cleaning, but I guess that’s one of the advantages of not being hung over when you wake up in the afternoon. You finished already?” Julie asks.
“Just about, even worked on the bathroom a little. Wasn’t that bad in there.”
“Glad to hear it, did you clean up Donna’s room?”
“No, decided to stick with your policy of non-interference.”
“Okay. (Whew) I’m used to playing hard, but not working hard. I’m taking a break.”
“Yeah I think I’ll join you.”

Julie lies down on her now fresh-sheeted bed, while you sit in a chair.

“Why don’t you come over here, you could stretch out.” Julie says.
“Hm, I’m good. And I think we’ve spent enough time in beds together for a while.” You answer.
“Afraid you might get the sudden urge to spoon me again huh?”
“Look, I dunno how I got in that position, but I probably was dreaming or something.” You say.
“Mostly or something.” Julie continues to prod. “You had me in a pretty good grip and I didn’t say this before, but I was wide-awake for a good ten minutes enjoying it before I had to really pee. And during that time, you were also grinding your body into mine and you even gave me a peck on the ear.”
“What?! Get out of here! You’re making this up!” you exclaim.
“I’m serious!”
“…I like guys!” you protest.
“I never said you didn’t. I’m just saying that on SOME level, you might like the female form as well. It’s okay you know.”
“The only female form I like is my own.”
“So you really mean to say you’ve never fantasized about another woman? I’m not even talking about me, I’m talking about any woman.”
“Nope, can’t say that I have.”
“You’ve never found any woman attractive?”
“Well that’s different than wanting to fucking another woman. I mean sure, if you want an example I always thought my older brother Ben’s wife Moonshadow had pretty eyes.”
“Hmm, interesting. She was part black wasn’t she? Maybe you just got a thing for dark meat.” Julie laughs.
‘Fuck you Julie. Just fuck you.”
“Hey, whenever you’re ready. And given how much you were aggressively holding on to me and grinding your body into mine, I at least I know you’re a top now. Didn’t get that vibe from you before. That’s kind of hot really.”

At this point you can’t help but laugh though it’s a semi-nervous laugh due to feeling a little weird about Julie’s suggestions about you. You attempt to change the subject.

“Well at least this has gotten my mind off other things. Still need to smooth things over with Donna though. No call yet, so I’m guessing she didn’t get arrested. I’m just hoping it isn’t something worse. I might call her soon; even if she is pissed at me at least I’ll know where she is. Has she ever disappeared like this before?”
“Oh sure. I mean she goes over to hang out with other people; she’s probably over at one of their houses. I’m sure she’ll be back later today…is that Johnny guy still downstairs?”
“Dunno. I can check.”

You exit Julie’s room and look into the living from the second floor. The TV is still on (And still playing an infernal Ground Zero infomercial) but Johnny isn’t anywhere in sight. Looks like the living room is clean though, even the last of the sleeping “guests” are gone. You call out his name, but there is no answer.

“Nope, he’s gone. Looks like everyone is gone.” You say entering Julie’s room again.
“Oh well. With as helpful as he was cleaning up I hoped I could get him to drag these dirty sheets and blankets to the washing machine. You gonna help?”
“I suppose I could, but I probably should be searching for a job. I have a terrible habit of not focusing at the best of times on that.”
“Heh, I don’t even think I’ve ever looked for one…and I probably should start doing so. Like I said yesterday, my inheritance isn’t going to last forever. I won’t keep you though, you’ve been a big help already and I can handle taking some sheets down to the washing machine.”

You suddenly get the idea that maybe the task wouldn’t seem quite as bad if you did it together. To be honest you wouldn’t mind her with you while you look if only because you still don’t want to be by yourself where you can start dwelling on Bobby again or worse trying to call him.

Of course you might end up just goofing off with Julie if she’s around thus procrastinating and making the goal of searching for a job pointless.
> You ask Julie to search with you
“Maybe we could look together.” You say.

Julie looks a bit hesitant at your proposal.

“I…I dunno…I’m just not in the mood right now...”
“Come on Julie, I’ll help. The cleaning can wait.”
“Well… I guess it would be good to know what to do and where to start at least. Why don’t you grab your laptop and come back up here and we can get to it.”

You head downstairs and back to your room where you pick up your laptop. Upon exiting the room, you scream out when you literally bump into Johnny.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” you scream and nearly drop your laptop in the process. Johnny doesn’t do anything except stand there.

“SUZY! What’s going on down there?!” you hear Julie shout.

“Johnny what the fuck are you doing creeping around like that?! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaim backing away into the living room still in a bit of a panic. Johnny doesn’t move he just continues to stand there in the hallway.

“I’m not creeping. I just finished cleaning the basement, it was a real mess down there.” Johnny says.
“I called your name earlier and you never answered!” you say.
“I guess I didn’t hear you. What’re you getting so excited about?”
“Because you’re fucking creeping around the house like a psycho! I think you need to leave!” you say with authority, but you’re really scared deep down inside.

At this point Julie has come down the stairs and arrived.

“Johnny, I thought you left. What’re you still doing here?” Julie asks.
“Nothing, I just finished cleaning your basement. You know I feel like my efforts aren’t being appreciated and you’re not being a good host.”
“Good host? Alright fine, I thank you for your help, but you’re obviously scaring my friend and the party’s long been over anyway, so get the fuck out.” Julie orders.

While you half expect Johnny to show some sort of anger or even get violent, fortunately it doesn’t come to that. He remains completely calm. Like dead featureless expression calm. Which is almost scarier.

“Okay. Sorry I caused distress.” He says and walks past you and Julie (you both give him a wide berth) and goes out the front door. You immediately start locking it up.

“Julie, go lock your back door.” You say busily putting the chains on the door.
“Wow, that guy really got to you…”
“Julie, please just go check your fucking back door!”
“Okay, okay!”

Julie leaves to go just that, but you only end up following her anyway. The backdoor is actually already locked though Julie rechecks it just to be sure.

“See, we’re safe…shit, Suzy, you’re actually shaking.”
“Of course I’m fucking shaking! I just had a goddamn flashback to when my Uncle Ed caught me finding the body parts of his victims! I’m telling you there was something wrong with that guy!” you say still looking around like Johnny is still lurking about.
“Shhh…it’s okay now. He’s gone, and if it makes you feel any better he won’t be allowed in here anymore. Hell we probably won’t see him again anyway.” Julie says placing her hands on your arms in an effort to sooth and calm you down.
“I think I need to lie down.” You say feeling wobbly and unable to catch your breath.

Julie escorts you back to your room where you lay down on the bed.

“I…don’t think I’m in the mood to look for jobs with you right now Julie.”
“That’s okay Suzy, I wasn’t really in the mood to look for one anyway.” Julie says with a smile.
“God, my heart is really racing…I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“You want me to get you some water or something?”
“No, don’t go. Stay with me.” You say grabbing on to Julie’s hand.
“Okay. I’ll stay here. Whatever you want. I’m here for you.” Julie says squeezing your hand while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You slowly begin to calm down and eventually you stop hyperventilating. Julie stays with you saying nothing, but just being supportive by sticking with you like a friend should.

You start to feel safer and close your eyes since the stress has still made you a bit weary. Before you know it you’ve fallen back to sleep.

Hours later…

You wake up and find yourself alone.

You grab your cell where you left it by the bed last time and see that it’s only a few hours to midnight. (Nobody has tried calling you either.) The odd thing is you don’t hear any music or the sounds of people. Normally Julie would have a gathering by now, and it’s odd that you’re not hearing it.

You then start to worry if something has happened. Still thinking about your incident with Johnny earlier today, you rush to the desk and grab the pistol you found before and load it up. Your older brother Ben showed you how to handle a gun once, you weren’t exactly very good with it, but you feel safer with it.

Cautiously, you open the door and slowly walk out into the hallway looking around you.

You then hear a male voice coming from the living room.

“Shut the fuck up bitch and take it!”

“JULIE!” you scream and run into the living room with your pistol draw and pointed in front of you.

“HOLY FUCK SUZY!” Julie shouts and falls off the couch, dropping her console controller and ducking for cover.

You then see on her TV screen the origin of the male voice. It’s her character. She’s playing some sort of crime simulator.

Now Julie’s the one with the heart palpitations!

“Goddamn Suzy, you scared the shit out of me! What the fuck are you doing with a gun anyway?!”
“It was in your dad’s desk. Sorry. I just woke up alone and…I guess I’m still a little scared.”
“Well I was a lot scared when I saw that shit pointed at me! Especially with the game I’m playing, I thought I unlocked some sort of 3D mode for a second.” Julie says with a very small chuckle.

You apologize again and sit down next to Julie who has recovered and is busily trying to get her bearings again on her game.

“Shit, some fucker robbed me while I was distracted. Gonna have to find and chase his ass down now. Wanna help? Got another controller.” Julie says.
“No, I think I’ll just watch right now… so no party tonight?” you ask.
“Nah, I mean there were some people that showed up earlier tonight, but I told them all to go back home since I cancelled it tonight. I figure after what happened earlier today with you, you could use the peace.”
“Thank you Julie, that was really thoughtful.”
“Don’t mention it. Besides, I figure this would be a good opportunity to start that life change like I mentioned before. Still didn’t look for a job though.”
“Hah, well one day at a time…so is Donna here somewhere?”
“Nope, still hasn’t come home yet. I actually tried calling her, but no answer. I guess she’s got it turned off or the battery’s dead. Probably at a club or something .”
“I hope so…I’m starting to worry now.”
“I told you she’s probably at a club or something. Like I said before, she doesn’t always sleep here.”
“Maybe so, but given that that creepy fuck said he saw he last, well it makes me a bit suspicious.”
“You still worried about him? Told ya, that guy was just an awkward aspie. Probably just didn’t know how to talk to girls. Here, why don’t you join my game? You’re obviously already in a shooting mood, it’ll take your mind off things.”

Trusting that it couldn’t hurt, you grab a video game controller and start committing virtual homicide on a grand scale. Oddly, it does make you feel a little better and you both play a little past midnight.

“Well, that was fun, I think I’m going to bed.” Julie says yawning.
“Really? Seems early for you.”
“Well unlike you I haven’t slept, plus I’m not hopped up on designer drugs like I sometimes am when I’m partying. Amazing what being clean for a whole day does to you.”

As Julie gets up to go to head off to bed, you aren’t exactly tired yet, but you’re still a little nervous about being by yourself.

You can’t believe you’re going to ask this…

“Julie?”
“Yes?”
“Can you sleep with me tonight?”

Julie’s expression to this request says it all.

“Well okay, but stay on your side of the bed and if anything of yours touches anything of mine, you better respect me in the morning.” She says with a big grin on her face.

You head back to your room Julie taking the pistol with you, which Julie really disapproves of, but doesn’t protest too much since she’s just happy you’re spending yet ANOTHER night in the same bed with her.

After locking the door and placing the pistol where you can easily reach it, you get into bed with Julie who to her credit does keep to one side of the bed and quickly fall asleep.

You’re up for a little while longer, but eventually you feel safe enough to let your guard down and fall asleep as well.
> Next day...
WEDNESDAY

“Remember, if you act today…”
“Ugh! Shut up! I don’t care about your stupid shelters!” you hear Julie remark.

You open your eyes and see Julie to the left of you messing around on your laptop. (And clicking off on one of those annoying pop up audio ads)

“Hey…when did you get up?” you ask.
“I dunno, about an hour ago I think. Didn’t really feel like leaving the bed though, so I just figured I’d stay here and entertain myself on your laptop. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Eh, it’s fine. Don’t mess with my bookmarks and setting though.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to accidentally delete anything. I must say though with the extensive number of porn links in your history, I think you might have a real problem.” Julie mocks.
“Mm, bold words coming from a woman who has popped up in several amateur videos on those sites.” You answer.
“Hah. I don’t doubt it, but that brings up the question of why would YOU be watching those?” Julie asks.
“Who said I did? I can’t help it if I’m browsing through the videos and suddenly your ass pops up in a still.”
“If it’s just my ass, how do you know it’s me? Either you don’t or you’ve watched them enough that you know what my ass looks like without even seeing my face!”
“Argh! I don’t mean literally! I mean YOU pop up, and I’ve seen your face in the stills though once I almost couldn’t tell because it was covered in cum!” you exclaim starting to get agitated.
“Hmm, nice save.” Julie says a little unconvinced.

Already having expended more energy than you wanted to, you start to sit up and realize you’ve been wearing the same clothes for the past couple days.

“Christ, I really need to take a shower and change these clothes.” You say and get out of the bed.
“Yeah, I think I need to go do that too.” Julie says.
“Well you can go use your own shower. I know we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the past two days, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be re-enacting a women’s prison shower scene from a movie.” You say laying down boundaries again.
“Hey I think you had that one bookmarked!” Julie says jokingly.

You shake your head and grab some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing up and changing your clothes, you feel refreshed. When you exit the bathroom, you see that Julie has left, presumably to go wash up as well. You check your phone and once again see nobody has called. You dial up your sister’s number and still no answer. You certainly hope Julie is right about her just sleeping somewhere else. But surely she couldn’t be so pissed at you that she’s moved out could she? All her stuff is still here after all.

You then hear a loud noise or more like a voice, but you aren’t sure if its coming from inside the house or outside the house. Still paranoid from yesterday, you grab the pistol and cautiously exit your room.

When you get to the living room, you deduce the noise is indeed coming from outside.

A quick peek through the window and you see several military men and a couple of military trucks and even an A.P.C.

“ATTENTION! THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW AND THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS NOW UNDER WATCH BY THE U.S. NATIONAL GUARD. A GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVE WILL SOON VISIT ALL OF YOU AND ASSIST IN ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY NEED DURING THIS STATE OF EMERGENCY. STAY IN YOUR HOMES. DO NOT COME OUT FOR ANY REASON. FAILURE TO DO SO MAY RESULT IN THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE.”

“Hey Suzy?! You hear that noise!? You got the TV up loud?” Julie shouts from somewhere up on the second floor.
“No! The fucking National Guard is out there in force and it looks like we’re under marshal law.”
“National Guard? Hold on, I’m coming down…” Julie says.

You turn the TV on to see if there’s anything about this, but you’re not exactly having any luck. You’re getting a lot of Ground Zero infomercials or news about shit going on elsewhere in the world. Local stations seem to be off the air with an “emergency test” beep but nothing more substantial than that.

“What the fuck is going on?” you say to yourself.
“Yeah what the fuck IS going on?” Julie asks coming down from taking her shower.
“I dunno, I might need to check the Internet, not having much luck with the TV. Do we have enough food and water?” you ask.
“Well we certainly got some food. Dunno about water though. I mean you can get some from the taps I suppose, but as you might expect I got tons of alcohol. Why?” Julie says.
“Why? Because the National Guard just said if we try to leave we’ll probably get shot on sight that’s why! (Sigh) We’re basically prisoners here.”
“Suzy, you need to calm down. You’ve been on edge since yesterday. You just said there isn’t a whole lot we can do, so we might as well just relax in the house. I mean really how much different is the day going to be for either of us?” Julie remarks.
“I’m just…its Donna. I mean she’s still out there. I mean I HOPE she’s still out there. I mean the last thing I did was argue with her. Shit, I’m even a little worried about Peter and Kelly now and I never got along with them either. Still family though.” You say.
“You tried calling either of them?” Julie asks.

Oddly you haven’t. You didn’t really have a reason before, but given what’s going on right now, maybe you should.

“I think I’ll do that Julie. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it.” You say.
“Sure, you go check on what family you can and maybe find out more about what’s going on. In the meantime, I’m going to go get a drink.”
“Thought you were turning over a new leaf?”
“You just said we were prisoners here. Not much else for me to do is there? Besides, I’m not going to get bombed out of my skull.”

While Julie goes and deals with this situation in her own way, you head back to your room to get your cell phone to start calling up your other family members. You try Peter first since you figure he might at least answer.

You start to call Peter and then you hear a loud clatter from the kitchen. What’s odd to you is that you don’t hear a series of cursing following it; you do think you hear a stifled yelp though.

Panic wells up inside you and you once again head towards where the disturbing sound came from with your pistol pointed in front of you.

“Stop fighting me, bitch!” you hear a voice say.

This isn’t a video game this time.

You enter the kitchen and see Julie being held captive by someone you KNEW was no good right from the start. Johnny. He’s got one arm around her waist and another hand with a knife to Julie’s throat. He isn’t calm anymore. His face is displaying a rage and hatred you remember seeing a glimpse of in Uncle Ed when he looked at you during that horrible night with him. Julie’s face is one of absolute terror and tears run from her eyes.

“Let her go you fucking psycho!” you exclaim pointing the gun in his direction.

“Oh look, it’s your dyke lover come to rescue you! Fucking whores the pair of you! You think I’m scared just because you got a gun pointed at me? Pfft! Look at you, you’re so scared right now, you can barely aim that thing properly.”

He’s right. Despite having the gun in your hand, you’re incredibly scared.

“Mmm, think I’ll have some fun with you two after I’m done cleansing you whores. Just like I did with your sister.” Johnny exclaims.

Your worst fears are now a reality and it shows in your face. You feel ill and start to shake a bit.

“Guess you two have been so busy rug munching that you haven’t been in the basement lately. Told you it was a mess down there.” Johnny laughs cruelly.

Between this revelation, Julie’s desperate expression of wanting you to do something, and your own fear, you’re having a very difficult time concentrating.

You feel like if you shoot, you’re either going to miss Johnny completely and then he’ll kill Julie, or worse you’ll kill Julie for him by accidentally shooting her instead of him. You can’t fuck this up.
> You just shoot now
You remember something your brother Ben said once when he was trying to teach you how to use a gun, “If you’re going to shoot, don’t think about it. Just shoot.”

Probably not exactly best thing to tell someone, but nevertheless you remember it and so you do it. You shoot.

And it’s all over so quickly you didn’t even have time to blink.

You hit Johnny in the forehead killing him instantly. His grip on Julie is dropped as he collapses backwards to the floor.

You’re still standing there in disbelief with the pistol still in hand, but now dropped to your side. Julie stands sobbing looking at Johnny and then begins to curse at him.

“You motherfucker! (Sob) You sick fuck! (Sob) Goddamn you!” she exclaims.

You go up to her in an attempt to calm her down.

“It’s over. It’s over. He’s dead.” You say and she stops to hug you tightly. Really you’re having a hard time keeping it together yourself, this psycho just admitted to killing Donna and stuffing her body in the basement. You still need to deal with that.

“Oh my god Suzy, (Sob) you saved my fucking life! I’ll never forget this! (Sob)”
“Okay, okay, just take it easy. (Exhale) Okay normally we’d just call the cops about this, but considering we’re under fucking marshal law right now I don’t think that’s an option. So we need to get rid of this body ourselves. Julie. Look at me.” You say staring into her eyes.

“I’ll take care of most of this, but I need your help. Besides trash bags do you have any tarps or large sheets of plastic? What about a shovel?”
“…(sniffle) I don’t know. If there is, they might be in the basement. I know there’s a shovel down there.”
“Well, I guess that’s where I’m heading since I’m going to have to go down there anyway. Julie, why don’t you go lay down in your room? We’re going to get through this okay?”

Julie seems still very shaken by this experience, but nods and believes you. She gives you another hug and then walks off to go lay down. As for you, you’ve got an unpleasant trip to the basement.

You try to prepare yourself for what you know to be down there, and fortunately the adrenaline of the situation has given you the fortitude and clarity to carry out what needs to be done, but as you’re walking down those stairs, it still doesn’t give you an enjoyable feeling.

When you reach the last step, you fully expect to see a floor full of blood and gore, but you don’t see any of that. In fact you don’t even see a body. You can only guess he must’ve hid it down here somewhere.

As you proceed with the grim task of looking for your sister’s body, you notice that there is an open window down here, which explains how Johnny managed to sneak in here again.

You find the shovel and take it. You don’t find a tarp, but you figure you can always wrap the body using garbage bags.

Then you notice the washer and dryer…

“Oh god…no…Donna…” you say looking away with tears already forming.

You can’t tell without getting closer and opening them, but both of the door windows to both are covered in blood. You know he must’ve mutilated her body and shoved the pieces of her in both machines. A blood stained axe is also propped up next to them.

You can’t help but get sick and vomit nearby at the thought of this. You then break down and cry for a moment. You weren’t the closest with her, but you just wish the last moments were at least better. You can’t imagine what her real last moments were like. Or rather you have an idea, but you’d rather not dwell on it.

You don’t quite have the strength to proceed with the grisly task of cleaning up your sister’s remains right now. You stagger back upstairs with the shovel in hand trying focus on dealing with the body of the murdering fucker who killed her.

You get back to the kitchen and just stare at Johnny’s body, getting angrier and angrier about how light he got off. Who knows how many others he killed before your poor sister.

“Someone should fucking chop you up.” You say.

Remembering that you saw some duct tape in the desk in your room, you go back and grab it and then a trash bag from the kitchen.

You put the bag over Johnny’s head and then tape it around his neck, so more blood doesn’t smear all over the floor when you’re dragging him back to your room. From there, you take him into the bathroom and get his body into the bathtub.

You then head right back down into the basement and grab the axe.

As you’re heading back to your bathroom to repay mutilation with mutilation, Julie has come back downstairs to check on you.

“Suzy, what are you doing with that axe?”
“Julie just go back upstairs, I told you I got this.”
“Are you going to chop up his body? Is…is he in your bathroom right now?”
“Julie I said just go back upstairs, you don’t need to deal with this, I’ll do it.”
“Suzy, I thought you were going to just dig a hole and throw him in it.”
“Yeah well that was before I found my sister in fucking pieces in your goddamn washer and dryer!”

Julie places her hand over her mouth and staggers back propping herself up against the wall.

“Oh god…”
“Yeah. This whole day sucks and maybe that dead motherfucker won’t be able to feel the pain of me chopping him up alive, but it’s the only satisfaction I’m going to get…besides with the National Guard out there right now, going outside to dig a hole probably isn’t the best idea now. Better I should wait to do that at night.”

Julie has no words right now, but she’s starting to look at you a little differently. Maybe the combination of killing someone and the emotional trauma of finding your sister chopped up has caused a bit of a snap in your personality. In any case, you’re definitely taking a darker turn here.

Suddenly there is a loud bang on the front door.

“Oh shit! Who the hell is that?!” Julie says.

“Fuck. That’s probably that government rep the loud speakers outside were saying was going to visit all the homes in the neighborhood. Someone probably heard the gunshot and sent someone here a lot sooner. Shit…shit…gotta think…” you say.
“Suzy?! What’re we going to do? Maybe we should just tell them everything that happened! I mean it was self defense, surely they’ll understand that!”
“Julie, we’re under marshal law. I got a man laying in my bathtub with a bag over his head and my sister is in pieces in the washer and dryer. At BEST we might be able to convince them of this entire outlandish series of events AFTER they arrest us, put us into whatever fucked up military cell they have, suffer hours of interrogation and god knows what else. At worst? They’ll just think we’re a pair of murderesses and execute us immediately without a trial.” You say and then exhale.

“Or…we could try to cover this up and get them the hell out of here as quickly as possible.” You add.
“Don’t you think they’re going to search the house?!”
“Well that’s why we’re going to try to prevent that from happening. Distract them some how so they don’t bother. I mean I suppose we could try to run out the backdoor and over the fence, but I don’t know how are chances would be with that.” you say.

Julie has no answer for you. At this point she’s so scared that whatever you decide, she’ll follow.
> You run out the back door
There’s no time to talk, you just have to get the hell out of here!

“Julie come on, we’re going out the back and climbing over fence.” You say and the pair of you make your way towards the kitchen.

The banging on the front door gets louder, but you’ve already left and are in the backyard running for the fence.

You manage to get to lift yourself up, but not quite over the back fence before you hear several people shouting at you to halt. You also hear Julie screaming.

You turn your head quickly and see one soldier with his knee in Julie’s back, her face in the grass and a gun pointed at her head. Several other soldiers are pointing their rifles at you and walking towards you.

You panic and see no good way for this to end if you let them capture you, so you attempt to pull yourself over the fence to continue your escape.

Several of them fire and you land on the other side of the fence with several fatal bullet holes in your body.