And You Can't Tell Anyone (Track Twelve: III) 2, chapter 33
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Back in the bathroom, Wren finished wiping off of her costume. It had taken forever to soap it with only paper towels. Then, she had attempted to dry it off with the same paper towels. The end result was that she was damp, but no longer sticky. There was no real harm done. In fact, she had to give Tré props for such a great prank. Of course, she'd had time to cool off as well. If she had not been so shocked the first few seconds afterward, she would probably have been right on Mike's heels. A wicked grin crossed her face. Maybe I can get in on a little Tré beating if I haven't missed it already.
Briskly, she started a patrol of the school to search for the missing boys. After an inspection of every classroom resulted in no Tré and no Mike, she headed outside. Contrary to her hopes, no wails of a distressed drummer reached her ears. Curious, she wandered around the dark parking lot. Where did they get to? On a hunch, she headed for the car. It was still there, but it was running.
Wren opened the door and slid inside. Mike was sitting slumped down in the driver's seat, still wearing his costume. His gloved fingers were tapping slowly on the wheel. In the night's blackness, he blended in as to be almost obscured.
"So," Wren asked, "Did you catch up with Tré?" Mike shook his head, and tugged his hat down more snugly. "I guess it's no big deal then," Wren said. "After all, we'll get him eventually." Mike just nodded. A long silence stretched out. Wren tried to read his expression, but his bandana and mask made it impossible. "Mike, are you alright?"
Her words seemed to cause something to snap within him. Furiously, he pounced on her. His hands held her down whilst his nose scraped aggressively down her neck. Nervously, Wren braced her hands on his shoulders. God, this costume makes him look sort of funny looking..
"Mike, take it easy." His hands started to roughly slide down to her waist. "Mike, stop it." He kept going. Hot breath came through his bandana and moistened her neck. Fear welled up inside Wren. She struck out at him, but he did not cease. She had no desire to have his hands where they were attempting to go. She brought up her knees to fend him off, but he pawed them apart. Instinctively, she raked her nails across his bare throat. "Mike! What the hell are you doing?" Tears burnt her eyes as he forcefully held her down, and reared above her.
Desperation gave her strength. Wren swung her fist upward, catching him square under the chin. He wheezed and backed off for a fraction of a second. Wren took her chance, and bolted out of the car. Fear spiked anew as she heard the car's engine rumble. Oh my God, he's going to come after me!
Sobbing for breath, Wren leaped over the dividing bar between two rows of parked cars. She did not dare look back. Following her instincts, she started running for home. Once, she thought she heard the car behind her, and darted into someone's yard to hide. Heart pounding, she hid under the deck for several minutes before creeping homeward.
As she came from behind the house, she had no idea whether or Mike had made it home. Craftily, she pulled open her window and snuck inside. Unfortunately, she stepped on her pile of textbooks and fell flat on her face with a deafening thud. Petrified, she did not move for fear that he would get her if she made more noise. Long moments passed before she got enough courage to move again. As stealthily as she could, she dragged her bed in front of her door. With this illusion of safety, Wren allowed herself to break down.
*Mike*
He could see nothing. It was black, completely black. Deprived of sight, he used his other senses to find out what was going on. He could feel a cool draft whisking across his skin, and he could feel only his boxers. Okay then, we know that I have only my underwear on. I feel oh so brave right now.
Mike ground his teeth on the cloth shoved into his mouth. It tasted terrible. He was completely out of commission. His mouth was gagged, so he could not yell or bite. Both his hands and feet were tied to some sort of pole. Where the fuck am I? Where's Wren? She better be okay or else I'm going to kill somebody.
Like a blind man, he turned his head as he heard someone coming down a set of stairs towards him. Whoever it was, halted and did not move. Mike passionately wished that he could just see something, anything at all. Finally, the footsteps receded up the stairs.
Mike hung his head. Some creep had him, most likely in a basement, and there was no way he could break free. His only hope was that Tré and/or Wren were still free and would discover him missing before things grew desperate.
*Wren*
She had finally stopped crying, and now she felt hollow. She was trapped. There was no way she could stay in a house with...with him. It was over. Really, I shouldn't be surprised. After all, we were fools to think it would last.
Wren shook her head as she started stuffing clothes into her back pack. By tomorrow afternoon, this would just be a bad memory. She glanced over to her dresser, where the plane ticket waited. Indecision tugged at her once again. Is it fair for me to leave, and not let him know?
You were warned, Wren.
She threw up her head as the mysterious voice echoed in the room. She looked around for the source and could find nothing and no one.
See what happened? Do you want to wait here while he's on tour, so then he can return and finish what he failed tonight? Every time he comes back, it'll be like that; the pawing, and the panting. Do you want to become nothing more than an outlet for his needs?
Wren cradled her head in her hands. "Mike wouldn't turn that way. He's not like that."
Do you remember the time after he almost dumped you? Why did he change his mind? Was it because he loved you? Or because he liked the little fire you started? You know he likes it rough. Why else would he go to Tré?
Everything the voice was saying was making eerie sense. Mike was the strongest tie she had to this place. It was a pity she had never seen this side of him before she fell in love with him. Leaving would be so much easier if they were only friends. Thinking of friends, she would miss Billie Joe and Tré. No one could ask for better adopted brethren. Their friendship alone could have been enough to convince her to deny her parents. Though, now, they could not counteract the disastrous separating force that was her and Mike's relationship.
Like I said, there is nothing you can do to change him. You're completely screwed, in more ways than one.
Wren hung her head. "I know," she whispered, "I know."
Briskly, she started a patrol of the school to search for the missing boys. After an inspection of every classroom resulted in no Tré and no Mike, she headed outside. Contrary to her hopes, no wails of a distressed drummer reached her ears. Curious, she wandered around the dark parking lot. Where did they get to? On a hunch, she headed for the car. It was still there, but it was running.
Wren opened the door and slid inside. Mike was sitting slumped down in the driver's seat, still wearing his costume. His gloved fingers were tapping slowly on the wheel. In the night's blackness, he blended in as to be almost obscured.
"So," Wren asked, "Did you catch up with Tré?" Mike shook his head, and tugged his hat down more snugly. "I guess it's no big deal then," Wren said. "After all, we'll get him eventually." Mike just nodded. A long silence stretched out. Wren tried to read his expression, but his bandana and mask made it impossible. "Mike, are you alright?"
Her words seemed to cause something to snap within him. Furiously, he pounced on her. His hands held her down whilst his nose scraped aggressively down her neck. Nervously, Wren braced her hands on his shoulders. God, this costume makes him look sort of funny looking..
"Mike, take it easy." His hands started to roughly slide down to her waist. "Mike, stop it." He kept going. Hot breath came through his bandana and moistened her neck. Fear welled up inside Wren. She struck out at him, but he did not cease. She had no desire to have his hands where they were attempting to go. She brought up her knees to fend him off, but he pawed them apart. Instinctively, she raked her nails across his bare throat. "Mike! What the hell are you doing?" Tears burnt her eyes as he forcefully held her down, and reared above her.
Desperation gave her strength. Wren swung her fist upward, catching him square under the chin. He wheezed and backed off for a fraction of a second. Wren took her chance, and bolted out of the car. Fear spiked anew as she heard the car's engine rumble. Oh my God, he's going to come after me!
Sobbing for breath, Wren leaped over the dividing bar between two rows of parked cars. She did not dare look back. Following her instincts, she started running for home. Once, she thought she heard the car behind her, and darted into someone's yard to hide. Heart pounding, she hid under the deck for several minutes before creeping homeward.
As she came from behind the house, she had no idea whether or Mike had made it home. Craftily, she pulled open her window and snuck inside. Unfortunately, she stepped on her pile of textbooks and fell flat on her face with a deafening thud. Petrified, she did not move for fear that he would get her if she made more noise. Long moments passed before she got enough courage to move again. As stealthily as she could, she dragged her bed in front of her door. With this illusion of safety, Wren allowed herself to break down.
*Mike*
He could see nothing. It was black, completely black. Deprived of sight, he used his other senses to find out what was going on. He could feel a cool draft whisking across his skin, and he could feel only his boxers. Okay then, we know that I have only my underwear on. I feel oh so brave right now.
Mike ground his teeth on the cloth shoved into his mouth. It tasted terrible. He was completely out of commission. His mouth was gagged, so he could not yell or bite. Both his hands and feet were tied to some sort of pole. Where the fuck am I? Where's Wren? She better be okay or else I'm going to kill somebody.
Like a blind man, he turned his head as he heard someone coming down a set of stairs towards him. Whoever it was, halted and did not move. Mike passionately wished that he could just see something, anything at all. Finally, the footsteps receded up the stairs.
Mike hung his head. Some creep had him, most likely in a basement, and there was no way he could break free. His only hope was that Tré and/or Wren were still free and would discover him missing before things grew desperate.
*Wren*
She had finally stopped crying, and now she felt hollow. She was trapped. There was no way she could stay in a house with...with him. It was over. Really, I shouldn't be surprised. After all, we were fools to think it would last.
Wren shook her head as she started stuffing clothes into her back pack. By tomorrow afternoon, this would just be a bad memory. She glanced over to her dresser, where the plane ticket waited. Indecision tugged at her once again. Is it fair for me to leave, and not let him know?
You were warned, Wren.
She threw up her head as the mysterious voice echoed in the room. She looked around for the source and could find nothing and no one.
See what happened? Do you want to wait here while he's on tour, so then he can return and finish what he failed tonight? Every time he comes back, it'll be like that; the pawing, and the panting. Do you want to become nothing more than an outlet for his needs?
Wren cradled her head in her hands. "Mike wouldn't turn that way. He's not like that."
Do you remember the time after he almost dumped you? Why did he change his mind? Was it because he loved you? Or because he liked the little fire you started? You know he likes it rough. Why else would he go to Tré?
Everything the voice was saying was making eerie sense. Mike was the strongest tie she had to this place. It was a pity she had never seen this side of him before she fell in love with him. Leaving would be so much easier if they were only friends. Thinking of friends, she would miss Billie Joe and Tré. No one could ask for better adopted brethren. Their friendship alone could have been enough to convince her to deny her parents. Though, now, they could not counteract the disastrous separating force that was her and Mike's relationship.
Like I said, there is nothing you can do to change him. You're completely screwed, in more ways than one.
Wren hung her head. "I know," she whispered, "I know."
