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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Sisters (ff, teen, inc) - Chapters 9 and 10
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CHAPTER NINE:  VIOLENCE

	Two weeks had elapsed since the girls left L.A. and they had no idea what 
Fred was doing about looking for them. They discussed what their father 
might have done when he found out they were gone, but each of them suggested 
something different.
	Linda's own view was downright pessimistic but she kept it to herself, 
knowing better than discourage her younger sisters. Nikki and Zo  had a more 
positive idea of what might be happening in L.A. They even laughed about a 
possible change of heart -- Mom and Dad pleading on national TV for them to 
come back home, saying everything was forgiven and forgotten.
	`Fat chance,' Linda thought, driving down the dirt road. After some 
grueling doubts and confabs, they decided that one of them had to go and buy 
some fresh food, especially fruit and vegetables. They tried to live on what 
they could find in the mountains but their survival skills had been, after 
all, overestimated. That was worrying... That meant they wouldn't last long up 
there and that sooner or later they would have to leave the cabin and find a 
better hiding place... and money.
	Linda finally reached the main road and made a right turn to go downhill. 
She knew there was a small town thirty miles away where she could buy 
groceries and let someone repair the spare wheel. She knew the risks, but 
driving without a spare in the mountains was not too a good idea. To 
minimize the chances of being recognized, she wore shades, tucking her long 
hair under her baseball cap. She took a deep breath and hit the gas pedal.
	The small town was Libertyville -- population 2,530 according to the sign -- 
had several stores for tourists, selling T-shirts and Indian handicrafts, 
which Linda noticed with some relief. She would be just another dumb 
tourist, looking for food, and with a spare wheel to be fixed.
	Linda parked the Jeep in front of a grocery store, its windows plastered 
with posters screaming the current bargains. She waited for a moment before 
stepping out of the Jeep, sizing up the passersby as potential sources of 
danger. She caught a few stares but most of the people minded their own 
business. This reassurance allowed her to leave the Jeep and enter the 
store.
	As Linda had guessed, she was not the only tourist in town. The store owner 
and a couple in their fifties were bent over an unfolded road map and 
chatting about the best road to take and how to make the best of the 
couple's two-week vacation. Cackling out loud and casting an affectionate 
look at her husband, the woman referred to their trip as a kind of second 
honeymoon.
	Linda turned away and looked around the store for fruit and vegetables. 
Once done with her shopping, Linda waited nervously at the back of the store 
for the couple to leave. The cackling woman, though, was too talkative, 
recounting her wonderful stay in San Francisco and Monterey just a couple of 
weeks before.
	`Come on,' Linda urged silently, staring at the woman through her shades. 
She waited for a while longer but the woman and the owner kept joking and 
laughing at each other's stories. Losing her patience, Linda came closer and 
said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you but I'm kind of in a hurry. Where can I 
pay for this?"
	The couple and the owner looked at her with surprise. Then the woman smiled 
and said, "Why, the youth of these days's always in a hurry!"
	"I know that," the store owner confirmed, scratching his puffy right cheek, 
"I have two kids of my own. Never stay two minutes in the same place, those 
two."
	Linda ignored their remarks, licking her dry lips, almost sighing with 
frustration. She paid for the groceries and left, shaking and cursing the 
woman and the man with the puffy cheeks.
	"Geez," she huffed as she started the engine and drove away.
	It didn't take long before she spotted the gas station. She was grateful 
that this time she was the only customer and that a grinning, attractive 
young man -- instead of a lecturing old geezer -- closed in.
	"How can I help you, Miss-?"
	"Just fill 'er up, please," she replied, paying no attention to his 
curiosity. She was going to mention the spare when a sudden urge to go the 
bathroom came over her. She asked directions, which were promptly given, and 
left the Jeep. Before she reached the restroom, a poster on one of the 
windows caught her attention.
	"Shit!" Linda caught her breath and looked back, just making sure that no 
one was staring at her. She examined the poster again. With huge printed 
letters, the poster trumpeted "MISSING, PROBABLY KIDNAPPED: Linda McDougall, 
Nicole McDougall, Zo  McDougall and Jeannie McDougall", followed by their 
descriptions, photos and the promise of a 50,000-dollar reward for any 
information leading to their rescue. `Shit,' she repeated, hurrying into the 
restroom, her legs shaking from fear.
	She swallowed, her heart beating like crazy, wondering what to do and if 
that guy had recognized her. The cops would be there in no time if he had. 
Her fears seemed justified when she peeked at the Jeep around corner of the 
building where she stood. The guy was nowhere to be seen. She strained her 
ears but heard nothing either.
	`Dammit... Now what?'
	Taking off without paying could be one solution, she thought. She took a 
deep breath and sped across to the Jeep. She looked for the keys but 
couldn't find them. Of course, the guy had them!
	She glanced at the empty road, breathing anxiously. With desperation she 
hit the horn but no one appeared. She beeped a second time and in a moment 
the guy showed up at the entrance of the garage, wiping his hands with a 
white handkerchief. He grinned and apologized. A friend of his had called. 
They were going to shoot some pool that evening after work.
	Preempting any "wanna come?" Linda asked how much she owed and paid him. 
Then she found she had the keys in her purse after all. Deciding not to do 
anything with the blown-out spare, Linda didn't look back as she raced her 
Jeep up the road.
	`Kidnapped?' she said to herself, shaking her head. `Kidnapped?!... How can 
he say we were kidnapped? That doesn't make any sense at all!'

                                 * * *

	A couple of weeks later, Linda began to sense her sisters' boredom. Zo  was 
more volatile than usual, Jeannie seemed down in the dumps... and Nikki 
wanted to make love all the time. It suited her fine to neck and pet with 
Nikki that often but the twins were making her anxious. Maybe all that 
sexual activity between Nikki and herself was having a negative effect on 
the younger sisters. Zo  and Jeannie had gotten into a catfight the 
afternoon before. Zo  had been vicious, drawing blood from Jeannie's breasts 
and arms. She had to hit Zo  and knock her down in order to break the two 
apart.
	Linda asked Zo  and Jeannie why they were fighting but the twins wouldn't 
tell her. She had witnessed a lot of brawls between those two, but their 
last catfight had been the most violent by far. Linda recalled the horror 
she felt when she saw the wounds on Jeannie's breasts. It had made her feel 
strange. It made her want to hit Zo  again, and that scared her. She never 
believed in being physical. Her quick wit and imposing presence were 
normally sufficient to avoid the worst. But those two... God...
	"Let's go for a hike," Linda suggested. "I'll show you where I've been. 
We'll take water and some food. If we're lucky, maybe we'll find some 
mushrooms...Then I'll fix a nice soup when we get back. OK?"
	"I think it's a good idea, Linda," Nikki agreed. "Anything to get the hell 
out of here."
	Linda repressed her tears. She could feel Nikki's bottled-up frustration. 
Last night Nikki wanted to make love but she had warded off her sister's 
advances. Linda couldn't, knowing the twins were just a few feet away, and 
now potentially fractious.
	They all climbed up the trail to the left. It was the trail with the most 
spectacular, breathtaking views. The mountain tops, so far away, blended 
with the blue of the sky and the wispy white of the scattered clouds. In 
spite of the beauty, Linda couldn't let her go of her anxiety. The twins 
didn't utter a word, keeping a visible distance between each other. Jeannie, 
the most fragile of her sisters, had her worried. Jeannie's eyes seemed 
oblivious to everything. They stared blankly at the horizon and glistened 
sometimes as if she were on the verge of tears. Linda hoped the hike would 
make Jeannie feel better.
	A couple of hours later they stopped and sat down on some boulders. 
Silently Nikki handed out the food to the twins and Linda. Nikki watched 
them while they munched. Since they ran away she had never mentioned her 
doubts about the sanity of their "eloping". Enough unpleasantness and 
friction was already developing among them. She was convinced their 
situation was becoming unbearable. She loved Linda very dearly but sometimes 
Big Sis could be so distant... Nikki's heart almost missed a beat whenever 
the possibility that Linda didn't love her any more crossed her mind. She 
would kill herself first... No, she wouldn't. She was no coward... But it 
would hurt like hell.
	Nikki stared at the twins. She felt sorry for them. Instead of finding love 
in each other's arms, it appeared they had found nothing but hate and 
distrust. And that was surprising... After all the four of them had run away 
because Mom had caught the twins in the act.
	Nikki's gaze wandered to her beloved, older sister. Linda, so beautiful but 
so sad... The violent behavior of the twins was ruining their relationship. 
`Maybe that's why people avoid incest,' she thought. `It can be a very 
beautiful thing, but if it goes wrong... it can really be a living hell. You 
can ditch a lover, but a family member... is for life. No matter what.'
	Suddenly a pebble came rolling down the mountain side. They looked up. A 
man toting a shotgun was coming their way.
	"Quick," Linda said, jumping to her feet, " let's go."
	They all ran to the trees, praying the man hadn't seen them. Maybe he was 
looking for them. In no time they would have the cops all over the place.
	"Linda," Nikki uttered, "he saw us. He's coming this way."
	"Dammit," Linda cursed. "Dammit! Let's run. You, Nikki, go first. I'll stay 
behind and cover the twins. Come on, Zo ... MOVE IT!" A rush of incredible 
fear shot through Linda. "Come on... COME ON!"
	As fast as they could the four sisters tore down the mountainside, but 
running off the trail was not easy. Sometimes one of them slid in the dirt 
and fell. Then they'd all have to stop and wait. That was costing too many 
precious seconds. The man was chasing them and gaining ground. Out of 
nowhere the terrifying sound of a gunshot rang out, followed by an 
excruciating scream... Linda couldn't believe her eyes. Jeannie had been 
shot... She toppled over and slid down several feet until she stopped, blood 
all over her.
	"JEANNIE!" Linda screamed. "JEANNIE... Oh, God..." Tears streamed down her 
face, her throat hurting... A tight knot prevented her from screaming again. 
In a moment she was next to her sister. Jeannie was lying on the dirt, 
crying convulsively and screaming from pain.
	"Linda... Linda, help me... Please..."
	"Stay quiet, baby. Don't move... I'm gonna help you, even if it's the last 
thing I do."
	To Linda's despair, Zo  and Nikki joined them. They should have kept 
running. They should have tried to find help. Linda was about to say it out 
loud when the man was upon them.
	"So, you thought you're gonna escape, huh?" he said, showing his yellow 
teeth. Linda flinched...This mountain redneck in his checkered red flannel 
shirt was obviously drunk. He reeked of cheap booze. His eyes shone with 
wicked pleasure while his free hand scratched his nose. "But no one, I 
mean... No one escapes from-"
	"Are you fucking nuts?" Linda shouted, rising to her feet. "Why did you 
shoot, goddam it? You hurt my sister, you fucking asshole."
	"You calling me asshole, bitch?" he said, his smirk growing wider, his 
hands aiming the shotgun at her. Seconds ticked by, the redneck still 
threatening Linda. "Maybe you should suck my dick, bitch."
	"When hell freezes over," Linda spat.
	"Oh yeah? I'll kill your sister if you don't." The redneck pointed the 
barrel of his gun toward Jeannie. Jeannie was losing blood, Linda realized. 
Jeannie would die if she didn't find a way to thwart this lunatic.
	"OK, I'll do it," she said, swallowing.
	"Aw right," he exclaimed.
	The moment he lowered his gun and began to unbutton his baggy, smudged 
pants, Linda kicked him in the balls, hard.. "You fucking bitch," he 
hollered at the top of his voice. He tumbled to the ground, his hands 
holding his privates.. "You FUCKING bitch..."
	Linda took hold of the gun right away, aiming it at her raging opponent. 
But she didn't know what to do. She only knew she hated guns. Suddenly, the 
redneck grabbed the barrel, trying to snatch back the gun. Then, the shot 
happened... The redneck fell down, clutching his belly and yelling blue 
murder, as blood spurted all over his shirt, his clothes and the ground. 
Then the yells quieted down and became just sullen, agonized groans, as he 
writhed in the dirt. Soon even these sounds and writhing slackened, and the 
redneck just lay there like a dead animal...
	"Oh God," Linda cried, stepping back, her hands covering her face. "I 
killed him."
	Something caught her feet. She stumbled and fell. And then nothing... Only 
darkness... and voices, far away voices that called her name... Linda... 
LINDA!!! Then nothing again...



CHAPTER TEN:  LOVE AND HATE

	Nikki had to leave the waiting room. She couldn't breathe in there. She 
wanted to forget everything.
	Her life before Linda was a blur now. So much had happened, so much had 
changed inside her. And she was losing her... She was losing Linda and she 
couldn't bear the thought of it.
	Nikki stepped outside to the parking lot. She put her arms around herself, 
a self-embrace full of despair. `Linda... Linda... please, don't leave me... 
PLEASE.' Nikki closed her eyes, trying to put out of her mind the image of 
her fretful parents waiting in that sickening hospital. In a corner, Zo  was 
crying silently, a kind nurse holding the tearful teenager in her arms. 
Linda, her back to her parents, stared at the wall, ignoring everybody, 
blaming herself.
	"It's my fault, Nikki," Linda said and repeated it over and over again.
	"Linda, that's not true. You didn't pull the trigger... That son of a bitch 
did."
	"I killed him."
	"To protect us. To protect Jeannie. It was self-defense. He would've killed 
us... you know that. Linda..." Nikki had tried to hold her but Big Sis 
promptly removed her sister's hands from her waist. "Linda, why are you like 
that? I'm trying to help you."
	"Don't!" was the answer. Then Big Sis walked away from her, going to the 
opposite side of the waiting room.
	Outside, in the parking lot, Nikki stared at another incoming ambulance, 
its flashing lights rotating, the screaming siren dying down. Swiftly the 
paramedics leaped out of the ambulance and scrambled into the building 
another out-of-luck victim of a car crash or a mountainside shooting. 
Jeannie had been hauled in the same way, with people shouting, and Mom and 
Dad trying to keep up with that chaotic convoy of people. The only 
difference was the oppressive presence of the press. Dad had convinced 
everybody the redneck was a kidnapper, or rather, "the" kidnapper. His 
daughters hadn't run away. No. They had been kidnapped by a lustful beast... 
Linda had killed him in self-defense, Dad told the journalists and 
photographers. There would be an investigation, Dad said, but he assured 
Linda that no charges would be filed.
	So typical of Dad...

                              * * *

	Linda's eyes meandered around the empty seats of the waiting room. She 
agonized over the fact that Jeannie was in coma, between life and death. The 
doctors kept reiterating their reserved statements about her sister's 
chances of surviving a massive blood loss. Linda wanted to be with her 
sister but they wouldn't let her. Hospital procedures... God!
	The presence of Mom and Dad was giving her the jitters. Mom wouldn't look 
at her; but Dad would. He tried to bridge the gap, but she didn't trust him. 
He was using their misfortune for his political gain, talking about his deep 
shock and horror to the press, making a plea for tougher measures against 
crime in general and kidnappers of children in particular. There were rumors 
he was going to make a bid for the Congress. All that media circus would 
surely give him publicity. It was disgusting!
	Linda reached for her head. On and off she felt a headache. Her fingers 
probed for the swelling on her head. The doctors said it was only a minor 
contusion. Her head had hit a stone when she fell and blacked out.
	Nikki had saved Jeannie's life, Linda recalled. After making sure her 
eldest sister was all right, Nikki had scudded down the trail until she 
found the road and the Jeep. One hour later she was back with help. Linda 
loved and admired her for it.
	Linda searched the waiting room for Nikki but her sister was gone. She 
wanted to find where Nikki was, to check if her sister was all right. All 
those events were making a nervous wreck out of Linda. She didn't let anyone 
touch her, not even Nikki. Linda could see the effect of her refusal on her 
younger sister but Linda's guilt became unbearable every time Nikki, sweet 
Nikki, came for a hug.
	Linda snapped out of her daydreaming when a doctor came into the waiting 
room. He shook hands with Dad and Mom.
	"I think you'd better come in, Mrs McDougall. Your daughter's fever is 
increasing. She's out of coma at this point but she's constantly calling 
your name. I think your presence may help her."
	"My baby is calling my name?"
	"Yes ma'am... You're Linda, aren't you?"
	"No..." she said, sheer confusion in her eyes, turning to her astonished 
daughter. "Linda is-"
	"It's me," Linda broke in, scuttling closer. "I'm Linda. I'm her sister."
	"Oh," the doctor said, realizing his blunder. "I thought- Well, you'd 
better come with me, then... I'm sorry, Mrs McDougall... I thought-"
	"Let's go," Linda groaned, jerking the doctor's sleeve. "She's calling my 
name. My sister needs me."
	Linda left with the doctor, ignoring her mother's eyes. Hate... Her mother 
hated her. Nothing new for Linda, though. She had always suspected that. Now 
she was sure of it.
	Linda rushed down the hall, still yanking at the doctor's sleeve, urging 
him to walk faster. In a few seconds she was by her sister's side. The first 
thing Linda noticed was how pale Jeannie looked. Linda looked across the bed 
and at the nurse who was trying to calm her sister down. Jeannie was 
delirious, murmuring unintelligible gibberish.
	"Linda!" she heard suddenly, startling her. "Linda, please... Linda... 
LINDA... Help me... Help me..." Jeannie's head thrashed on the pillow, her 
forehead thoroughly covered with sweat. "Linda... help me... please..."
	"I'm here, baby," Linda said, holding her sister's hand. "I'm here." The 
moment she said it, clasping Jeannie's hands, her sister's thrashing 
stopped. For a moment Linda, the doctor and the nurse held their breath as 
though they were waiting for a miracle, but the miracle didn't happen. 
Jeannie seemed to drift into a deeper sleep, but not her previous feverish 
nightmare. Gradually her breathing became steadier and stronger, but her 
eyelids remained shut, her face as pale as before. Linda's eyes turned to 
the doctor. "Is she OK? Is this normal?"
	"The worst's over now... Your sister is just sleeping..."
	"Yes, and the fever's subsiding," the nurse added.
	"Maybe you'd better leave now," the doctor suggested, as he checked 
Jeannie's forehead with his huge, hairy hands. "Get some rest. There's 
nothing you can do at this point."
	"Hell no, I'm not gonna leave her," Linda whispered, trying not to raise 
her voice. "She needs me. She said it herself. The hell with the procedures. 
If she didn't need me, you wouldn't have called me. Am I wrong?"
	The doctor heaved a sigh, casting a quick glance at the nurse. The nurse 
shrugged back at him.
	"All right, you stay here... but only for tonight. I'll make the 
arrangements for an extra bed." The doctor gestured to the nurse to leave. 
The nurse gone, he waited by the door, gazing at Linda, who kept on staring 
at her sister's pale features, fondling her hair.
	"I admire you," he said.
	 "What?"
	"I admire your love for your sister... You don't see that often. I mean, a 
girl caring so much about her own sister. I wish my own daughters were like 
that... and not the usual nuisance to each other and to us parents... OK, 
I'll leave you two alone. I'll see to the extra bed."
	Linda saw him shut the door quietly. She was perplexed, confused. Had she 
been too obvious? Obvious about what? About her love for Jeannie? Was that 
abnormal? Sisters were supposed to be the best of friends, but they were so 
often the worst of enemies. There were soap-operas and TV shows based on 
that kind of hate... But love... was seldom shown. The executive producers 
wouldn't want to summon the horrible specter of incest, would they? Show a 
hug and a loving gaze and the whole nation would be shocked.
	It's so easy to hate... It's so hard to love...

                                * * *

	A few weeks later, Linda returned to S.F. High for the first time after her 
kidnapping. When she entered the classroom, all her classmates stood up one 
by one and began to clap their hands. They were welcoming her like a heroine 
-- a heroine of a bad movie, of a ridiculous book. They were clapping because 
she had killed someone. No, that's nothing to be proud of, she thought. Even 
if that someone was a scumbag.
	"Way to go," the guys would say.
	"I'm proud of you," Belinda added.
	Linda shook her head, wavering between going in or running away. If only 
they knew... Would they be proud of her still? Would they say "Way to go!" 
and tap on her back? She didn't think so. Despite all those cheering young 
faces, eager to catch a glimpse of the heroine of the moment, Linda felt 
alone, terribly alone... She wanted to scream and escape from that unnerving 
crowd. She was too polite, though. She knew she could never do that. She 
would bite the bullet and count the minutes, the seconds, until she was 
allowed to go home and watch over Jeannie.
	Five hours later, Linda waved good-bye to her classmates and left school, 
heaving a sigh of relief. Nikki waited for her by the Jeep. When Nikki 
smiled at her, Linda's heart jumped. Their relationship was getting better, 
now that they were back home and the twins had made up. Jeannie's health was 
improving amazingly fast. Still, her youngest sister worried her. Linda 
sensed hidden sadness in those clear blue eyes...
	"Hi, Baywatch Babe," Nikki said, faking a seductive pose, half-closing her 
eyes.
	Linda chuckled. "Baywatch Babe" had become Nikki's standard greeting 
whenever they met after school. "Cut it out," Linda said, grinning and 
pushing her sister out of the way. She unlocked the Jeep and hopped in. 
Nikki took her place next to Big Sis. She grabbed Linda's hand. She wanted 
her sister's hand on her thigh. She wanted to be stroked there while Big Sis 
drove home. That thought was enough to make Nikki's sex moist. She did her 
best to control her craving for holding Linda and kissing her, passionately, 
right there in that parking lot.
	Suddenly someone called, "Hi, Linda."
	"Rick!" Linda cried out, withdrawing her hand from Nikki's thigh as fast as 
she could. "God, you scared me. Don't you do that ever again!"
	"Hey, what did I do now?... I just wanna talk to you. It won't take long."
	"I haven't got much time," she said, wondering if he had seen anything. 
"I've gotta go home. Jeannie's still recovering..."
	"Yeah, I've heard about it," Rick said, leaning on the Jeep, his face 
drawing closer to Linda's through the open window. "I'm glad you're OK and 
your sister is better now. I'm proud of you... I would've killed the bastard 
myself."
	"Rick, what do you want?"
	"Hey, relax. I just wanna talk to you."
	"Don't."
	"Why?"
	Linda breathed in and looked straight ahead. Then she stared back at him.
	"Rick, it's over. Don't you understand that?"
	"Why? I still can't figure out why you did what you did... at the movie 
theater. I want to listen..."
	"This's hardly the place, Rick... and there's nothing to talk about. If you 
want to listen to me, just pay attention to what I'm saying. IT IS OVER. 
Nothing you can say is gonna change my mind."
	"It's another guy... I can tell."
	"No, you're wrong. It's YOU. The sooner you get it into your thick skull 
the better."
	"I don't believe you."
	"Fine," Linda said, starting the Jeep and closing the window.
	"Linda," she heard him call, but she just kept turning the Jeep in reverse. 
"LINDA!... Bitch!"
	Bitch... the very word the redneck had called her. No Baywatch Babe for 
them. Just bitch. She shuddered. A chill of anger ran up her spine. For a 
split second she wished she had that shotgun again. If she had, she would 
have shot him.
	Linda drove home. No words were exchanged. Nikki looked out the window, 
watching the traffic. Linda had seen tears on Nikki's cheeks but she 
couldn't bring herself to touch her to make sure her sister was all right. 
There was too much hate now.
	When Linda parked the Jeep on the driveway, she asked, "You OK?" Her anger 
had blown over. It was not fair to make Nikki pay for the failure of her 
relationship with Rick.
	"I guess... And you?"
	Linda took Nikki's hands and said, "Better, much better... knowing you're 
here with me." Nikki slid closer to Linda, her head leaning on her sister's 
shoulder. Linda kissed her on the forehead. "But I'd feel even better if you 
said it again..."
	"What?" Nikki asked, sitting straight, her eyes widening.
	"What you use to call me now..."
	"Baywatch Babe?"
	"That's my girl."
	They laughed together, embracing, holding each other tight, reassuring one 
another that their love was still intact... Despite everything. When they 
left the Jeep, they almost held hands. A noise coming from above made them 
freeze. It was Mom. Mom was spying on them from the bay window of her own 
room.
	Anger returned. Linda's throat hurt again. And the words of the cheering 
crowd kept thumping inside her head... Way to go, way to go, way to go...
	Right, way to go... Maybe she should kill her parents too. That way they 
would stop. Everybody would stop.

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