A BJA & Angelia Story, chapter 4
The movie sucked. No, I mean it. Probably the worst movie I had ever seen.
"So, what now?" Court asked, pulling the car out of the theater parking lot.
"Well, I guess we'de better just head back," Deanna said, lazily.
Passing by a small police office, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that I never thought I would see again. My dad was standing outside the glass door, talking to a cop.
"Wait, wait. Stop the car, Court," I cried.
Court slowed to a stop at the side of the road and shot me a confused look.
"My dad," I said, motioning to the police office.
Deanna eyes widened, "Think he's telling the cop about you?" she asked.
"I dont know, lets get into hearing range," I said, slipping out of the jeep and out into a small ditch, followed by Court and Deanna.
We ducked behind a pillar at a small bread shop beside the police office and listened intently.
"She's been missing for a day now," I heard my dad say.
"Only a day?" A deep voice asked, "well, Im sorry, sir, but if its only been a day, theres nothing we can do. If she's not back by the end of the week, then we'll call a search crew for ya."
"I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG," my dad roared.
"I'm sorry sir, thats all I can do at the moment."
My dad stormed to his small crappy car, reefed open the door and peeled out of the parking lot.
"Well, that was interesting," Court said, putting the jeep in first and pulling away from the side of the road.
"No kidding," Deanna replied.
"I'm surprised he didnt see you on TV," Court said to me.
"We... don't.. er.. have one," I said sheepishly.
Court and Deanna's eye brows shot up.
"You're kidding me, right?" Deanna asked.
"Nope," I answered.
"Computer?" Court asked.
I shook my head.
10 minutes later, we pulled into the driveway and piled out of the jeep.
"I think I'm gonna go for a walk," I told Court and Deanna.
"Ok, see you in a bit," Court said.
I nodded, turned and started walking. I admired all the beautiful houses as I walked down the perfectly paved sidewalk. Off in the distance aways, there was a tall teenager, about my age, leaning against a fence. As I got closer, I could make out that he was smoking a cigar. He had gorgeous black hair and uber blue eyes. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and skate shoes. He smiled at me as I went past, revealing perfect white teeth. I smiled back and kept walking.
Shortly after, I heard footsteps fall into place behind me. It was getting dark, and a mist had settled. I was debating whether or not to turn and run back or to keep walking in the same direction. I peeked over my shoulder to see who or what was following me, and sure enough, it was cigar-man. I quickened my pace. The footsteps behind me quickened. His fingers slipped around my wrist and he whirled me around to face him.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME," I screeched, trying to jerk my hand away from him. But he held tight.
"Don't be scared," he said. I could see a smile spreading across his face.
He slowly let go of my wrist and moved towards my chest. I couldn't move. I was totally frozen in fear. He slipped his hand up my shirt and bra. I tried to scream, run, anything, but I couldn't. The guy fell at my feet, motionless. I looked up to see Billie standing over him, a baseball bat clutched tightly in his hands. He slipped his arm over my shaking shoulders and guided me towards the limo.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked Billie, as Court placed two steaming cups of hot chocolate infront of us.
"Thanks, Court," I smiled. She nodded and smiled back.
"I don't know. I just thought it was getting late, so I decided I would come pick you up," Billie replied.
"Well, I'm glad you did. That crazy guy probably would have done alot more than just stick his greasy hand up my bra if you hadnt knocked him unconcious."
Courts eyes went wide, "wait, WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" she cried.
I blushed and turned my head.
"You mean, you were like malested by a crazy nut case?" Deanna asked, walking into the room.
Billie glared at them and they piped down. He took my hand in his and smiled sympathetically at me.
"No more walks alone at night for you," he teased.
I laughed dryly.
"I think I'm gonna head to bed," I said, sleepily. I leaned over, kissed billie on the cheek and thanked him for saving me.
I changed into a pair of pajamas from the dresser and climbed under the cozy blankets. Maybe we should have called the cops and gotten them to arrest the crazy guy, I thought as i drifted into a dreamless sleep.
In the morning, I got up, had a hot shower and then went downstairs for breakfast. To my surprise, I was the first one up. Shrugging, I pulled open the fridge, grabbed some orange juice and grapes and sat down at the table. Billie came down shortly after, took one of my grapes, threw it up into the air and caught it in his mouth.
"Impressive," I laughed, "here, let me try." I grabbed a small grape and threw it up. It hit my chin, fell to the ground and rolled under the stove.
"You better plan on getting that grape," Billie joked.
"Oh, by the way, I hired a maid the other day," Tre said to Mike, walking into the kitchen.
"But," Mike said, "I just hired a butler the other day, he should be here any minute."
"Nice going, dipshit," Tre teased as the doorbell rang.
"So, what now?" Court asked, pulling the car out of the theater parking lot.
"Well, I guess we'de better just head back," Deanna said, lazily.
Passing by a small police office, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that I never thought I would see again. My dad was standing outside the glass door, talking to a cop.
"Wait, wait. Stop the car, Court," I cried.
Court slowed to a stop at the side of the road and shot me a confused look.
"My dad," I said, motioning to the police office.
Deanna eyes widened, "Think he's telling the cop about you?" she asked.
"I dont know, lets get into hearing range," I said, slipping out of the jeep and out into a small ditch, followed by Court and Deanna.
We ducked behind a pillar at a small bread shop beside the police office and listened intently.
"She's been missing for a day now," I heard my dad say.
"Only a day?" A deep voice asked, "well, Im sorry, sir, but if its only been a day, theres nothing we can do. If she's not back by the end of the week, then we'll call a search crew for ya."
"I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG," my dad roared.
"I'm sorry sir, thats all I can do at the moment."
My dad stormed to his small crappy car, reefed open the door and peeled out of the parking lot.
"Well, that was interesting," Court said, putting the jeep in first and pulling away from the side of the road.
"No kidding," Deanna replied.
"I'm surprised he didnt see you on TV," Court said to me.
"We... don't.. er.. have one," I said sheepishly.
Court and Deanna's eye brows shot up.
"You're kidding me, right?" Deanna asked.
"Nope," I answered.
"Computer?" Court asked.
I shook my head.
10 minutes later, we pulled into the driveway and piled out of the jeep.
"I think I'm gonna go for a walk," I told Court and Deanna.
"Ok, see you in a bit," Court said.
I nodded, turned and started walking. I admired all the beautiful houses as I walked down the perfectly paved sidewalk. Off in the distance aways, there was a tall teenager, about my age, leaning against a fence. As I got closer, I could make out that he was smoking a cigar. He had gorgeous black hair and uber blue eyes. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt and skate shoes. He smiled at me as I went past, revealing perfect white teeth. I smiled back and kept walking.
Shortly after, I heard footsteps fall into place behind me. It was getting dark, and a mist had settled. I was debating whether or not to turn and run back or to keep walking in the same direction. I peeked over my shoulder to see who or what was following me, and sure enough, it was cigar-man. I quickened my pace. The footsteps behind me quickened. His fingers slipped around my wrist and he whirled me around to face him.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME," I screeched, trying to jerk my hand away from him. But he held tight.
"Don't be scared," he said. I could see a smile spreading across his face.
He slowly let go of my wrist and moved towards my chest. I couldn't move. I was totally frozen in fear. He slipped his hand up my shirt and bra. I tried to scream, run, anything, but I couldn't. The guy fell at my feet, motionless. I looked up to see Billie standing over him, a baseball bat clutched tightly in his hands. He slipped his arm over my shaking shoulders and guided me towards the limo.
"How did you know where I was?" I asked Billie, as Court placed two steaming cups of hot chocolate infront of us.
"Thanks, Court," I smiled. She nodded and smiled back.
"I don't know. I just thought it was getting late, so I decided I would come pick you up," Billie replied.
"Well, I'm glad you did. That crazy guy probably would have done alot more than just stick his greasy hand up my bra if you hadnt knocked him unconcious."
Courts eyes went wide, "wait, WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" she cried.
I blushed and turned my head.
"You mean, you were like malested by a crazy nut case?" Deanna asked, walking into the room.
Billie glared at them and they piped down. He took my hand in his and smiled sympathetically at me.
"No more walks alone at night for you," he teased.
I laughed dryly.
"I think I'm gonna head to bed," I said, sleepily. I leaned over, kissed billie on the cheek and thanked him for saving me.
I changed into a pair of pajamas from the dresser and climbed under the cozy blankets. Maybe we should have called the cops and gotten them to arrest the crazy guy, I thought as i drifted into a dreamless sleep.
In the morning, I got up, had a hot shower and then went downstairs for breakfast. To my surprise, I was the first one up. Shrugging, I pulled open the fridge, grabbed some orange juice and grapes and sat down at the table. Billie came down shortly after, took one of my grapes, threw it up into the air and caught it in his mouth.
"Impressive," I laughed, "here, let me try." I grabbed a small grape and threw it up. It hit my chin, fell to the ground and rolled under the stove.
"You better plan on getting that grape," Billie joked.
"Oh, by the way, I hired a maid the other day," Tre said to Mike, walking into the kitchen.
"But," Mike said, "I just hired a butler the other day, he should be here any minute."
"Nice going, dipshit," Tre teased as the doorbell rang.
