My names anNie and don't fucking TOUCH ME!!, chapter 3
AnNie's POV
"Brooke, are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked her uneasily, riding back to the school on her bike.
"Of course, why wouldn't it? Are you afraid?"
I mumbled a small 'yes' or at least I thought I did, because Brooke tapped me on the head and asked me again, " Are you?"
"I said yes, because, well, you know my dad." She didn't really. She had only been to my pad once. But, my dad was drunk enough then to make a shitty first impression, but it wasn't that big a deal, since he's never sober. The only time he is sober is when he sleeps, probably. He comes home from Al's bar past midnight every night and I have to lock him out of my room to keep him from ripping off my clothes and having his way with me. When I am quick enough to have the door and windows locked (I live in a one-story house, and he could easily climb through them), he usually fucks my mom's brains out, instead. I swear to fucking god, if I could get up enough courage to tell the pigs, I would nail his ass for cultivation and rape. He grows weed in the basement, my basement. He's gonna make us lose our fucking house, which we can hardly keep already. But, yeah, sometimes I take some of his 'products' sometimes and sell them at school. I need the cash.
Brooke's and my friend, Justin, we call him Battery Boy and Justin the Junkie. We call him Battery Boy because Brooke sent me this email once that a poser/teenie forwarded to her that was this petition thing for a couple of kids who busted out of juvie that got in there because they kidnapped a lost kid from a mall, beat him, raped him, and shoved batteries up his ass. It was to make more posters saying that the pigs needed to find him. We didn't give a fuck about the whole poster thing, she sent it to me because we thought it was funny as hell. Batteries up his ass. We never did let Justin in on that joke. We call him Junkie because at the beginning of the year, before me and Brooke were friends, she was talking to some of the teenies about how much she hated junkies, trying to get them to admit that either they were or someone in their families were on drugs. She was gonna tell the cops. Justin overheard her and shouted, "Hey, don't talk about me and my family like that!!" and I just looked over at him and was like, "God, Justin, you're such a junkie." Then, like, just recently, she reminded me about that and now we call him battery boi and junkie.
Anyways, as I was saying before my little rant, I sold Junkie some weed once for like, $200. It was only worth about $20. It was funny as hell.
Back to our conversation, I knew if my dad found out about me sneaking out, I would get my ass kicked to the point to where I wouldn't be able to cover the cuts and bruises with cover-up.
"Not really, but okay, I see where you're coming from," she said, snapping me out of my trance.
Princeton Junior High
I stopped the bike a few yards into the woods behind the school, so nobody would find it. She'd had at least 7 bikes stolen from her because she can't get a chain.
We started walking toward the school, when a pig stepped in front of us and grabbed my bag.
"What kind of drugs you got in here?" he said, smelling my bag.
"I don't have any fucking drugs, and HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY FUCKING BAG RIGHT OUT OF MY HANDS, YOU DICKFACE!" I screamed at him, trying to grab it back. Why was everyone grabbing my bag today?!
He said something into his walkie-talkie and seconds later, another cop came out from behind the bushes and grabbed Brooke. She screamed and bit his ass, but he fucking held on tight.
"For a couple of cops, you guys sure are abusive!! I'll kill your fucking children! I'll eat your faces!" she screamed.
"Oh, stuff it, you little vampire, queen-of-the-dead bitch!" He snarled, covering her mouth and shoving her into a cop car he had hidden behind a bush. They drove away, with Brooke trying her hardest to break out a window. Once she realized she couldn't, she just stared out the back window, her hands on the window, pressing her face against the glass, screaming my name. I could hear her scream for about 5 minutes.
Pig #1 grabbed me and since we were in the middle of the woods, no one could hear me scream. He began to take off my clothes and push me on the ground. I looked up and he was completely naked. Ew.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Somebody help me, I'm being raped!"
I heard two familiar voices behind me, and all of a sudden, Billie Joe Fucking Armtrong and Tre Fucking Cool ran out of the woods behind me and pounced on the naked officer. Ewer. Billie punched him in the face and, wouldn't you know it, Tre bit his dick. Off. As in he had it in his hand. It was actually pretty cool. After the pig blacked out, Billie turned to me, extended his hand for shaking, and looked at me with concern in his beautiful green eyes.
The last thing I saw before I fainted was Billie's jaw drop as my head hit a rock.
"Brooke, are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked her uneasily, riding back to the school on her bike.
"Of course, why wouldn't it? Are you afraid?"
I mumbled a small 'yes' or at least I thought I did, because Brooke tapped me on the head and asked me again, " Are you?"
"I said yes, because, well, you know my dad." She didn't really. She had only been to my pad once. But, my dad was drunk enough then to make a shitty first impression, but it wasn't that big a deal, since he's never sober. The only time he is sober is when he sleeps, probably. He comes home from Al's bar past midnight every night and I have to lock him out of my room to keep him from ripping off my clothes and having his way with me. When I am quick enough to have the door and windows locked (I live in a one-story house, and he could easily climb through them), he usually fucks my mom's brains out, instead. I swear to fucking god, if I could get up enough courage to tell the pigs, I would nail his ass for cultivation and rape. He grows weed in the basement, my basement. He's gonna make us lose our fucking house, which we can hardly keep already. But, yeah, sometimes I take some of his 'products' sometimes and sell them at school. I need the cash.
Brooke's and my friend, Justin, we call him Battery Boy and Justin the Junkie. We call him Battery Boy because Brooke sent me this email once that a poser/teenie forwarded to her that was this petition thing for a couple of kids who busted out of juvie that got in there because they kidnapped a lost kid from a mall, beat him, raped him, and shoved batteries up his ass. It was to make more posters saying that the pigs needed to find him. We didn't give a fuck about the whole poster thing, she sent it to me because we thought it was funny as hell. Batteries up his ass. We never did let Justin in on that joke. We call him Junkie because at the beginning of the year, before me and Brooke were friends, she was talking to some of the teenies about how much she hated junkies, trying to get them to admit that either they were or someone in their families were on drugs. She was gonna tell the cops. Justin overheard her and shouted, "Hey, don't talk about me and my family like that!!" and I just looked over at him and was like, "God, Justin, you're such a junkie." Then, like, just recently, she reminded me about that and now we call him battery boi and junkie.
Anyways, as I was saying before my little rant, I sold Junkie some weed once for like, $200. It was only worth about $20. It was funny as hell.
Back to our conversation, I knew if my dad found out about me sneaking out, I would get my ass kicked to the point to where I wouldn't be able to cover the cuts and bruises with cover-up.
"Not really, but okay, I see where you're coming from," she said, snapping me out of my trance.
Princeton Junior High
I stopped the bike a few yards into the woods behind the school, so nobody would find it. She'd had at least 7 bikes stolen from her because she can't get a chain.
We started walking toward the school, when a pig stepped in front of us and grabbed my bag.
"What kind of drugs you got in here?" he said, smelling my bag.
"I don't have any fucking drugs, and HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY FUCKING BAG RIGHT OUT OF MY HANDS, YOU DICKFACE!" I screamed at him, trying to grab it back. Why was everyone grabbing my bag today?!
He said something into his walkie-talkie and seconds later, another cop came out from behind the bushes and grabbed Brooke. She screamed and bit his ass, but he fucking held on tight.
"For a couple of cops, you guys sure are abusive!! I'll kill your fucking children! I'll eat your faces!" she screamed.
"Oh, stuff it, you little vampire, queen-of-the-dead bitch!" He snarled, covering her mouth and shoving her into a cop car he had hidden behind a bush. They drove away, with Brooke trying her hardest to break out a window. Once she realized she couldn't, she just stared out the back window, her hands on the window, pressing her face against the glass, screaming my name. I could hear her scream for about 5 minutes.
Pig #1 grabbed me and since we were in the middle of the woods, no one could hear me scream. He began to take off my clothes and push me on the ground. I looked up and he was completely naked. Ew.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Somebody help me, I'm being raped!"
I heard two familiar voices behind me, and all of a sudden, Billie Joe Fucking Armtrong and Tre Fucking Cool ran out of the woods behind me and pounced on the naked officer. Ewer. Billie punched him in the face and, wouldn't you know it, Tre bit his dick. Off. As in he had it in his hand. It was actually pretty cool. After the pig blacked out, Billie turned to me, extended his hand for shaking, and looked at me with concern in his beautiful green eyes.
The last thing I saw before I fainted was Billie's jaw drop as my head hit a rock.
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