Misery, chapter 2
"You're WHAT? I don't get it. How the hell did this happen?"
"Well Frank, when a man and a woman love each other very much..."
"Lisea! I know how it could've happened I just don't know how it could've happened! Does that make any sense?" Tre cool asked his now pregnant girlfriend. He sighed, rubbing his forehead, and sat down next to her. "Lis, I don't think I can handle being a dad yet!"
"Tre, listen, I'm not ready to be someone's mom either but...there's nothing I can do about it now!" She said, biting her lower lip and playing with her hands in her lap.
"Like hell we can't do anything about it! Lisea, have an abortion! God have a fucking miscarriage!" Lisea reached out and slapped him.
"Tre Cool! Don't you ever fucking say that again. I hate abortion! And, hello, I can't force myself to have a miscarriage. It's not like boiling eggs! Now look, we have no other choice baby. We have to stick this through now and I can't do it without you! I need you, now more than ever." She said to him, turning his face toward her. "I need you!"
He sighed again and smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. "Okay Lis, together."
*GINA*
Gina stopped, breathing heavily at the 7/11. She sat the baseball bat down outside, figuring it wouldn't be such a hot idea to walk in with a blood stained bat. She stepped inside as a couple of cop cars, sirens wailing, passed by in the opposite direction. Strolling up to the counter and trying to look casual, she picked out a road map and stuck it on the counter. "How much?" The boy at the counter was gawking intently at something. She snapped her fingers. "Hey! How much for the map hon?" She asked again, rather impatiently.
He shook his head and looked up. "Free, all the road maps are free." He said. His voice came out scared and panicky. The boy, Tim, his name badge read, looked down at her hands. She followed his gaze and realized that Vinnie's blood had dried and caked all over her hands.
She smiled quickly and looked at him again. "Don't worry. I had a bad nose bleed earlier. Haven't had a chance to wipe it off yet, which brings me to my next question. Got a bathroom?"
*DEAN END ALLEY, AKA: VINNIE'S MURDER SCENE*
"Sir, there's more blood behind the dumpster. Looks like a nice long trail of it." Corporal Jack Whirly looked up from the corpse in the Cadillac.
"Any sign of a murder weapon?"
"No sir. But there's a shoe print in one of the pools of blood."
Whirly sighed and turned back to the corpse. "Good work son, document and photograph it and then leave it for Crime Scene. Looks like someone was real pissed with this one. Driver's License says he's Vincent Morengue. Run his plates for me Jerry." He called to another officer. Straightening up he continued to observe the car.
"Yes sir." The man called Jerry walked up to the back of the car and stopped. "Sir? Got a picture here. Covered in blood." Whirly walked to where Jerry was standing and picked up the picture. He recognized the girl immediately. Her dark black hair and blue eyes were unmistakable.
"Gina." He whispered
*GINA*
She wasn't sure if the kid had believed her and she didn't really care either. She had washed her hands, taken the road map, grabbed the bat and left as soon as possible. Not knowing her exact destination, she only knew she wanted to go north. She checked the road map and made a quick decision; she was going to New York.
Emptying out her pockets, she discovered she had three bucks; enough for a one way bus ticked to the big apple. It was cold at the bus stop, but the plexi-glass booth kept out most of the cold. It didn't take long for the dead shift bus to get there and she got on quickly. "Where you headed this late young miss!" asked the bus driver. He was probably startled to see an 18 year old out at three in the morning.
"New York." She said simply. He raised an eyebrow but took her money none-the-less, and waited for her to sit in the back before starting out again. The bus was almost entirely empty except for herself and a really old man with more white hair coming out of his nose than on top of his head. She sighed, looking out the window and thinking about what she had just done.
*JACK WHIRLEY'S APARTMENT*
"Yeah this is Jack. No look Artie, I just need you to run me Gina McEwen's file. Just fucking do it okay!" he said putting the phone back on the hook. He rubbed his temple and pulled out a manilla folder from a filing cabinet next to his desk. He pulled out a bunch of crumpled letters, records, and pictures. He placed the letters, records, and notes aside and reached for the photos instead. All showed the same blue-eyed pale face framed with curtains of black hair. A few were middle school and early high school pictures, before she dropped out and went bad. Others had the her with an arm wrapped around a rather handsome young man with a pointed face and brown hair. He picked out his favorite which had Gina sitting on his own lap, his own pointed face and brown hair laughing out at him.
Placing everything but the last picture back in the folder and then the cabinet, he put his hands in his head and waited for a phone call.
*GINA*
"Miss, MISS!" Gina was jolted awake by the bus driver. She squinted as bright sunlight filtered through the dirty windows and realized the bus was stopped. "Welcome to New York. Your three buck didn't quite cut it so I tossed a couple of bucks in for you." She was surprised at his courteousness and smiled at him.
"Thanks! So much." She said, getting up and walking past him. He grinned.
"No problem." he said winking. Deciding she didn't like the grin, she got off the bus quickly and noticed him staring at her ass.
"Pervert!" She shouted as the bus drove past.
"How did you know?" Someone asked from behind her.
"Know what?" She asked irritably. She turned and looked into the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen. She stepped back to look at the young man, not much older than her, in blue jeans with the knees torn out and a black tee shirt. He had a wickedly humorous grin on his face that was incredibly charming as well as green hair. Yes, GREEN!
"That I'm a perv!" he said extending a hand. "Frank."
*TRE; 20 MINUTES PRIOR*
"I CAN"T TAKE THESE DAMN MOOD SWINGS LIS!" He shouted at his newly acquired fiance. After springing the news that she was pregnant, Tre had carried out the question that he had planned to ask that evening anyways; Will you marry me Lis?
"I can't help it!" she sobbed from the bed. "I can't help that my hormones are raging and there making me all wacky Tre! I'm sorry ok! Please don't shout at me anymore!" Tre relaxed and hated himself for yelling at her.
"Hey, don't be babe. It's my fault, I'm insensitive. I know you can't help it. I'm just a little frustrated. Look, let me go out for a while and figure shit out ok? Then I'll come back and we'll talk about it okay?" Lisea sniffled and nodded. Tre turned to go but she called out to him.
"Tre?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you bring me some brownies?"
*OUTSIDE*
Once he made it to the sidewalk, Tre shoved his hands in his pockets and headed towards the nearest bus stop. A quick visit to Jason would make things better. He turned the corner and looked up in time to see the bus pull away.
"Damn!" he said in undertone. "Now I gotta wait fucking half and hour for the next one." He didn't mind, not really. It would mean more time away from Lisea and her damn hormonal raging. He loved her but lately she had become too much for him to handle and not all of it could be blamed on the baby
"Pervert!" he looked up startled, thinking someone had been talking to him and saw her. She was pretty with dark hair and pale skin. His eyes darted up and over her clothes. Tight blue jeans, a Black Flag tee, and a pair of ratty and faded black converse. Oh yeah, she was hot.
Tre decided to introduce himself and walked up behind her. "How did you know?"
"Know what?" She asked turning around. She looked even better from the front: blue eyes always caught his attention.
"That I'm a perv. Frank." I can't believe you just told her your name was Frank you moron, he thought to himself as she smiled and clasped his hand.
*GINA*
"Gina. Nice to meet you Frank." She said. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, just call me Tre. Good to meet you Gina."
"Tre? That's...different." She said laughing slightly. He smiled charmingly again.
"Yeah. My birth certificate says Frank Edwin Wright the third but...obviously that just wouldn't work. I changed it to Tre, Tre Cool, to be exact." He said. Gina shielded her eyes and looked up at him. Her stomach growled audibly and he smiled at her again. She blushed but before she could say anything he spoke up. "How bout some breakfast?"
"I don't have any money. I spent my last three dollars on that fucking bus ticket." She admittded.
He smiled more kindly than ever. "My treat." He offered his arm which Gina promptly took and led her into a nearby coffee shop. Lisea was awfully curious why he showed up four and a half hours after he had left but all he had to offer was a smile and a shrug. "Just having fun with a friend." he said grinning.
*JACK'S OFFICE; SAME MORNING*
The phone rang and Jack grabbed it quickly. "Hello? Artie, what did you get? Uh huh. Jail for drug possession, bailed out, sent to halfway house, then... WHAT? Uh huh. Disappeared, last night? No, well not unusual if you disregard the fact that her parole officer was found murdered in an alleyway not far from her halfway house. How was he murdered? Artie you know I can't tell you that! Well if you must no, he was bludgeoned...with a baseball bat."
"Well Frank, when a man and a woman love each other very much..."
"Lisea! I know how it could've happened I just don't know how it could've happened! Does that make any sense?" Tre cool asked his now pregnant girlfriend. He sighed, rubbing his forehead, and sat down next to her. "Lis, I don't think I can handle being a dad yet!"
"Tre, listen, I'm not ready to be someone's mom either but...there's nothing I can do about it now!" She said, biting her lower lip and playing with her hands in her lap.
"Like hell we can't do anything about it! Lisea, have an abortion! God have a fucking miscarriage!" Lisea reached out and slapped him.
"Tre Cool! Don't you ever fucking say that again. I hate abortion! And, hello, I can't force myself to have a miscarriage. It's not like boiling eggs! Now look, we have no other choice baby. We have to stick this through now and I can't do it without you! I need you, now more than ever." She said to him, turning his face toward her. "I need you!"
He sighed again and smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing it softly. "Okay Lis, together."
*GINA*
Gina stopped, breathing heavily at the 7/11. She sat the baseball bat down outside, figuring it wouldn't be such a hot idea to walk in with a blood stained bat. She stepped inside as a couple of cop cars, sirens wailing, passed by in the opposite direction. Strolling up to the counter and trying to look casual, she picked out a road map and stuck it on the counter. "How much?" The boy at the counter was gawking intently at something. She snapped her fingers. "Hey! How much for the map hon?" She asked again, rather impatiently.
He shook his head and looked up. "Free, all the road maps are free." He said. His voice came out scared and panicky. The boy, Tim, his name badge read, looked down at her hands. She followed his gaze and realized that Vinnie's blood had dried and caked all over her hands.
She smiled quickly and looked at him again. "Don't worry. I had a bad nose bleed earlier. Haven't had a chance to wipe it off yet, which brings me to my next question. Got a bathroom?"
*DEAN END ALLEY, AKA: VINNIE'S MURDER SCENE*
"Sir, there's more blood behind the dumpster. Looks like a nice long trail of it." Corporal Jack Whirly looked up from the corpse in the Cadillac.
"Any sign of a murder weapon?"
"No sir. But there's a shoe print in one of the pools of blood."
Whirly sighed and turned back to the corpse. "Good work son, document and photograph it and then leave it for Crime Scene. Looks like someone was real pissed with this one. Driver's License says he's Vincent Morengue. Run his plates for me Jerry." He called to another officer. Straightening up he continued to observe the car.
"Yes sir." The man called Jerry walked up to the back of the car and stopped. "Sir? Got a picture here. Covered in blood." Whirly walked to where Jerry was standing and picked up the picture. He recognized the girl immediately. Her dark black hair and blue eyes were unmistakable.
"Gina." He whispered
*GINA*
She wasn't sure if the kid had believed her and she didn't really care either. She had washed her hands, taken the road map, grabbed the bat and left as soon as possible. Not knowing her exact destination, she only knew she wanted to go north. She checked the road map and made a quick decision; she was going to New York.
Emptying out her pockets, she discovered she had three bucks; enough for a one way bus ticked to the big apple. It was cold at the bus stop, but the plexi-glass booth kept out most of the cold. It didn't take long for the dead shift bus to get there and she got on quickly. "Where you headed this late young miss!" asked the bus driver. He was probably startled to see an 18 year old out at three in the morning.
"New York." She said simply. He raised an eyebrow but took her money none-the-less, and waited for her to sit in the back before starting out again. The bus was almost entirely empty except for herself and a really old man with more white hair coming out of his nose than on top of his head. She sighed, looking out the window and thinking about what she had just done.
*JACK WHIRLEY'S APARTMENT*
"Yeah this is Jack. No look Artie, I just need you to run me Gina McEwen's file. Just fucking do it okay!" he said putting the phone back on the hook. He rubbed his temple and pulled out a manilla folder from a filing cabinet next to his desk. He pulled out a bunch of crumpled letters, records, and pictures. He placed the letters, records, and notes aside and reached for the photos instead. All showed the same blue-eyed pale face framed with curtains of black hair. A few were middle school and early high school pictures, before she dropped out and went bad. Others had the her with an arm wrapped around a rather handsome young man with a pointed face and brown hair. He picked out his favorite which had Gina sitting on his own lap, his own pointed face and brown hair laughing out at him.
Placing everything but the last picture back in the folder and then the cabinet, he put his hands in his head and waited for a phone call.
*GINA*
"Miss, MISS!" Gina was jolted awake by the bus driver. She squinted as bright sunlight filtered through the dirty windows and realized the bus was stopped. "Welcome to New York. Your three buck didn't quite cut it so I tossed a couple of bucks in for you." She was surprised at his courteousness and smiled at him.
"Thanks! So much." She said, getting up and walking past him. He grinned.
"No problem." he said winking. Deciding she didn't like the grin, she got off the bus quickly and noticed him staring at her ass.
"Pervert!" She shouted as the bus drove past.
"How did you know?" Someone asked from behind her.
"Know what?" She asked irritably. She turned and looked into the most gorgeous blue eyes she'd ever seen. She stepped back to look at the young man, not much older than her, in blue jeans with the knees torn out and a black tee shirt. He had a wickedly humorous grin on his face that was incredibly charming as well as green hair. Yes, GREEN!
"That I'm a perv!" he said extending a hand. "Frank."
*TRE; 20 MINUTES PRIOR*
"I CAN"T TAKE THESE DAMN MOOD SWINGS LIS!" He shouted at his newly acquired fiance. After springing the news that she was pregnant, Tre had carried out the question that he had planned to ask that evening anyways; Will you marry me Lis?
"I can't help it!" she sobbed from the bed. "I can't help that my hormones are raging and there making me all wacky Tre! I'm sorry ok! Please don't shout at me anymore!" Tre relaxed and hated himself for yelling at her.
"Hey, don't be babe. It's my fault, I'm insensitive. I know you can't help it. I'm just a little frustrated. Look, let me go out for a while and figure shit out ok? Then I'll come back and we'll talk about it okay?" Lisea sniffled and nodded. Tre turned to go but she called out to him.
"Tre?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you bring me some brownies?"
*OUTSIDE*
Once he made it to the sidewalk, Tre shoved his hands in his pockets and headed towards the nearest bus stop. A quick visit to Jason would make things better. He turned the corner and looked up in time to see the bus pull away.
"Damn!" he said in undertone. "Now I gotta wait fucking half and hour for the next one." He didn't mind, not really. It would mean more time away from Lisea and her damn hormonal raging. He loved her but lately she had become too much for him to handle and not all of it could be blamed on the baby
"Pervert!" he looked up startled, thinking someone had been talking to him and saw her. She was pretty with dark hair and pale skin. His eyes darted up and over her clothes. Tight blue jeans, a Black Flag tee, and a pair of ratty and faded black converse. Oh yeah, she was hot.
Tre decided to introduce himself and walked up behind her. "How did you know?"
"Know what?" She asked turning around. She looked even better from the front: blue eyes always caught his attention.
"That I'm a perv. Frank." I can't believe you just told her your name was Frank you moron, he thought to himself as she smiled and clasped his hand.
*GINA*
"Gina. Nice to meet you Frank." She said. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, just call me Tre. Good to meet you Gina."
"Tre? That's...different." She said laughing slightly. He smiled charmingly again.
"Yeah. My birth certificate says Frank Edwin Wright the third but...obviously that just wouldn't work. I changed it to Tre, Tre Cool, to be exact." He said. Gina shielded her eyes and looked up at him. Her stomach growled audibly and he smiled at her again. She blushed but before she could say anything he spoke up. "How bout some breakfast?"
"I don't have any money. I spent my last three dollars on that fucking bus ticket." She admittded.
He smiled more kindly than ever. "My treat." He offered his arm which Gina promptly took and led her into a nearby coffee shop. Lisea was awfully curious why he showed up four and a half hours after he had left but all he had to offer was a smile and a shrug. "Just having fun with a friend." he said grinning.
*JACK'S OFFICE; SAME MORNING*
The phone rang and Jack grabbed it quickly. "Hello? Artie, what did you get? Uh huh. Jail for drug possession, bailed out, sent to halfway house, then... WHAT? Uh huh. Disappeared, last night? No, well not unusual if you disregard the fact that her parole officer was found murdered in an alleyway not far from her halfway house. How was he murdered? Artie you know I can't tell you that! Well if you must no, he was bludgeoned...with a baseball bat."
