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Subject: {ASSM} Bi High 3 ch.11 (final) by Rebecca Stancil (mmf, romance, teen)
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Bi High Book 3
by High School Sweetheart

Part 11


"Hi, mom?" I said into the phone and we were in a suite about ten
times bigger than our previous room at the hostel New Berlin.

"Stephanie? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, sitting on the edge of a bed. The suite had
two bedrooms. "I'm still in the city with Mark and Chris."

"I've been so worried about you. Have you been eating? Where are you
staying?"

"I'm eating, yeah," I said. "We're in a hotel now, it's nice."

"A hotel? How can you afford a hotel? Are you using the credit card?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I swear, I'm okay," I sighed, knowing she'd just ask
question after question. "How are you? How's daddy?"

"We're okay, you don't have to worry about us. You can come home soon;
the lawyer said you won't have to go to jail or anything. The judge
will let you stay home."

"Really?" I felt a big sense of relief suddenly fill me. "What about
Mark and Chris?"

"I don't know. If they turn themselves in the judge might let them out
on their own recognizance or whatever they call it."

"He might?" I blinked at that. "Or they might have to stay in jail? Is
that what they said?"

"Maybe, I don't know, Steph. Chris' dad got out of the hospital today.
He won't drop the charges and he's suing us and Mark's family for
hospital bills and pain and suffering. I just don't know."

"He's suing us?" I felt like I was going to be sick. Georgie was the
man who had raped me and now he was suing me?

"It's all complicated, but there's a man from the state attorney
investigating it. He wants to talk to you, Stephanie. You should come
home."

"I can't," I said. "Not without Mark and Chris."

"I know, but you have to think of yourself too. I'm so worried about
you. You don't have any money. You're missing school. You're so far
away from us."

Mom was starting to cry and that was going to make me cry in a second.

"Is daddy there?" I asked, knowing he wasn't or else I'd have already
been talking to him.

"No, he's talking to the lawyer. Mark's dad is there too. Please, just
come home. Tell us where you are and we'll come get you."

"I can't leave them," I said.

"Stephanie..."

"I love them, mom," I told her. "I'm going to be fine, okay? I have a
job already. We all do. We have money too."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"We're going to get a lawyer here too, mom," I said, making these
decisions as they popped into my head. "We'll get a good one and, um,
we'll make statements and stuff. I don't know."

"You can't stay there, Steph."

"Yeah, I can," I nodded into the phone. "You'll see. We're going to be
fine. Mark and Chris aren't gonna go to jail. I won't let them."

"Stephanie, no..."

"I love you mom," I said quickly, before I could really start crying.
"Tell daddy I love him too."

"Wait..."

"Bye." I hung up the phone just in time.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What did you parents say?" Mark asked me and he was watching the
television while Chris took a shower.

"My dad wasn't there," I said, hoping my eyes weren't as red as they
felt. "Mom cried a lot."

"Yeah," Mark turned off the TV and looked at me. "You did too, huh?"

"A little," I shrugged. "Georgie is suing us to pay for his hospital
bills."

"Yeah," Mark said and I stared at him.

"You knew about that?" I asked.

"My dad said something about it the other day when I called," Mark
told me. "I just didn't want to worry you."

"I'd rather know about stuff like that," I frowned. "Anything else?"

"No," Mark said into my eyes and I believed him.

"My mom wants me to come home," I said after half a minute. "She said
I wouldn't have to go to jail."

"But me and Chris would, huh?" Mark shrugged. "Do you want to?"

"Go home? Yeah," I said and rolled my eyes. "Of course, but I told her
I wasn't going to go home until I knew everything was gonna be fine."

"That might be a long time," Mark said.

"So?" I decided to let him hold me cause I could tell Mark wanted to.
"I told my mom we had jobs."

"You did?" He looked down at me, curled up under his strong right arm
now.

"Uh-huh," I agreed. "I said we had jobs and a lot of money and we'd
hire a lawyer, a good one, and let him sort it all out."

"Ummm..." Mark was nodding slowly.

"You guys said it was up to me, right?" I looked up at him.

"Yeah, we did," Mark said. "Are you sure?"

"No," I smiled. "But what else are we gonna do? I'm not gonna go home
until we all can and we need money, right?"

"Yeah," Mark said.

"Well, okay," I sighed. "Besides, it's kinda dumb not to be rich and
famous, right?"

"Heh," Mark kissed the top of my head. "Nobody ever accused us of
being smart, Stephy."

"Ain't that the truth," I giggled. "So...Maybe it's fate or something.
Like if that stuff hadn't happened we never would have come here in
the first place."

"Or just luck," Mark said. "We had good luck and then a whole lot of
bad luck, so maybe..."

"Maybe it's time for some more good luck," I said and that almost made
sense. It sounded good anyway.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

We liked Gloria right away and I think she liked us. She was a senior
partner at a firm called AMI and the woman knew what she was doing,
that was for sure.

"Okay, let's put these over here for now," Gloria said, taking our
contracts and putting them in a little pile on the big conference
table.

We were the only ones in there too, Mark, Chris, myself, and Gloria,
but there were twenty chairs at least. Gloria was old, like Frannie
was, and just as smart, I thought, and probably tougher. I wouldn't
want her mad at me. She had short black hair and bright brown eyes and
a thin smile. She would have made a pretty good man in another life.

"Tell me why you ran away from home," Gloria stared at me. "You
start."

We'd told her part of the story already, but now we told her
everything. We didn't lie or hold anything back either and it took a
little time, but not too bad and Gloria was taking notes.

"Okay, first thing is we have to take care of these police charges,
right?" Gloria said. "Ford finds out about that and they're going to
drop you quick. If you get convicted, the deal is off too. If you go
to trial it's bad, even if you're acquitted, okay? OJ was acquitted,
remember? Nobody is knocking on his door asking him to sell rental
cars."

"Uh..." Mark looked at Chris who shrugged. "So what do we do?"

"We get the charges dropped," Gloria said. "You're minors anyway, we
can make sure your names aren't even mentioned in the same breath as
whatever unfortunate accident befell this...Georgie...while he was fixing
his roof."

"Oh, you don't know my dad," Chris said unhappily.

"You don't know my lawyers," Gloria said. "People fall off roofs all
the time, believe me. He raped a sixteen year old girl and I'm not
exactly sure what the issue is here, how that's getting buried, but we
like that too."

"The sheriff, probably," Mark said.

"Sheriff Stover," Gloria looked at her notes and nodded. "Right, we're
going to move on this, okay? It's not who you are, it's who you play
golf with. AMI plays golf with a lot of people. We're going to make
this go away and then we'll be able to negotiate your contracts. Until
then, we don't go back to Ford with anything. You don't call them,
okay? If they call you, just tell them you have representation through
AMI and until the contracts are signed, they go through me."

We sorta stared at her for a few seconds because Gloria liked to talk
fast and she had a real New York accent, the city I mean, not rural
like ours.

"Next. You want emancipation, right? We can do that too, but only
after these charges go away. You can't step in front of a judge
petitioning for emancipation today and I'll tell you why. First,
you'll be arrested as soon as they run a background check on you,
which they will certainly do. You have warrants out for your arrest.
Second, if a judge does grant your petition and you go to trial back
in Iroquois County, you'll face the charges as legal adults. The judge
there won't even have to rule on that because the issue was already
decided, see? No emancipation until the charges have been dropped."

"Okay," Mark agreed and I think we were all reasonably sure that we'd
come to the right place.

"The lawyers come out of my pocket. We have a bunch of them locked in
the basement for emergencies like this. Your accountants and managers
come out of yours. That's a separate deal and we don't have anything
to do with them. I'm your agent, I deal with you and the people who
want you. Do you have managers or a manager?"

"No," Chris shook his head. "Do we need one?"

"No," Gloria smiled. "I didn't think you did, but that's good. We get
a lot of kids coming in her with their mom or dad playing manager.
It's a nightmare. You have contracts with Ford and they'll manage you
just fine until you know what you're doing. That's part of their job.
How about an accountant?"

"Nope," Chris shook his head again.

"Well, you'll want to find one. What Ford wants to give you sounds
like a lot of money, and it is, but it's easier for most people to
spend a thousand dollars they can't see than it is for them to break a
twenty in their wallet. Don't ask me why, I only know it's true. You
get an accountant and set up an allowance for yourselves. I'm not
kidding. Everybody is going to want to help you spend your money. Lock
it away, give yourself a little every week, and invest the rest. I
can't do you any good if you can't pay me, so my fifteen comes off the
top, by the way."

"Do you know a good accountant?" I asked her and Gloria just smiled.

"I'll get you a list and you can shop around," she said. "Contracts..."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about those," Mark said.

"...They're nice and cute and pretty, just like you three, but we can do
a lot better. Ford wants you in the city, right? That's a place we can
nibble. They want you here; they can pay to keep you here, see? We get
them to provide you with a housing allowance, tuition for a decent
school, per diem for your food, that sort of thing. They'll do it,
just because it'll be easier than having to limo you back and forth
three or four times a week. It comes out of a different budget too;
makes it real easy for them to say yes."

"They're going to pay for all that?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Gloria said. "Next thing..."

The meeting went on for quite awhile and there was a lot of paperwork
for us to sign and fill out, but we had an agent and she was going to
take care of us.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Watch out! Oh! Stephy!" Mark was laughing. "Jesus, you're like the
worst driver ever!"

"Shhh!" I said and then I crashed again. I really was pretty bad at
Mario Kart, but man, it was so much fun! The Nintendo Wii had come
with the hotel room and as soon as I got some money, I was gonna buy
myself one.

"Ouch!" Chris laughed too and I gave him the steering wheel thing. I'd
lost again and the phone was ringing anyway.

"I'll get it," I said and bounced over the sofa. I loved that hotel
room. "Yello?"

I listened for a minute or so, kind of blinking and nodding and then I
hung up.

"Steph? What's wrong?" Mark asked me and Chris turned his head to look
at me. "What is it?"

"We can go home," I said.

"What?" Chris paused his game.

"That was Gloria. She said all the charges were dropped," I told them,
feeling kind of numb for some reason. "Your dad's not even suing us
anymore."

"Really?" Mark was already reaching for the phone so he could call
home.

"And um, she's got a meeting this afternoon with Frannie. She's on her
way over there right now and probably tomorrow she'll have new
contracts for us to sign," I said. "So, that's...Good. Right?"

"He just dropped the charges?" Chris was scratching his head. "How did
they get him to do that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Maybe they put a horse's head in his bed," Mark grinned and then he
was talking into the phone. "Pop? It's me..."

"That was fast," Chris was just looking at me and I nodded. "Two
days?"

"Not even that," I started smiling. "We can go home!"

"He did?" Mark was turning white, all the color draining from his
face. "But...What's going to happen to him?"

We listened to Mark's half of his conversation with his dad, but he
was mostly listening too, so Chris and I didn't know what was going on
until after Mark hung up about fifteen minutes later.

"What happened?" Chris asked.

"What did your dad say?" I stared at Mark. "Can we go home or not?"

"Chris," Mark looked at our boyfriend. "Your dad didn't drop the
charges."

"He didn't?" Chris looked as confused as I felt.

"But Gloria said the charges were dropped," I protested.

"Yeah, they're dropped, but..." Mark cleared his throat. "...Your dad's,
um...he's..."

"What?" Chris held out his hands. "Just say it, Mark. What did he do
now?"

"He's dead," Mark blinked like he couldn't believe what he was telling
us. "Um, Rollie...He, uh, he shot him."

"Rollie shot him?" I felt dizzy all of a sudden and then I felt like
throwing up, but I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sure of anything.

"What?" Chris kind of fell down on the floor, on his butt and then
back against one of the chairs.

"Pop said Georgie was at the VFW, kinda drunk and talking about how he
didn't have to rape you," Mark said to me. "That, uh, that you wanted
him to do it."

"He was saying that?" I closed my eyes and I was so conflicted inside
I thought for sure something was broken.

"Rollie was there and they started fighting, or something," Mark
continued. "And, um, Georgie had a gun and Rollie got it and...Shot
him."

"But..." I shook my head, trying to clear it. "What happened to Rollie?
What are they doing to him?"

"He's in jail," Mark said and I wondered if this nightmare was ever
going to end. "They said it was self defense though, so maybe..."

"He was in jail before though," I was crying now and I had to call my
dad. "That's bad, isn't it?"

"I don't know," Mark said. "Probably."

Rollie was in jail because of me. He was defending me. Defending my
honor, so to speak, and now he'd killed Chrissy's dad? I looked at
Chris and he was just sitting on the floor, looking off at nothing. I
wanted to touch him so badly. Hold him, but I was afraid. I was crying
and looking at Mark and he was afraid too. This was so bad.

"We never should have left," I breathed. "I gotta call my dad."

"He deserved it," Chris said softly as I was dialing the phone. "I'm
glad he's dead."

"Don't say that," I said. "Please, don't say that."

"It's true," Chris was moving his jaw like he was chewing something
bitter and his eyes wouldn't look at me, but he was crying too.

"Talk to him, Mark," I said and I could barely get the words out.
"Don't let him be alone like that."

"Yeah," Mark jerked liked I'd slapped him and got up quickly.

He was going to be okay. Mark was going to be strong, he was coming
out of his shock and we needed him. Chris needed him and Mark sat down
on the floor beside the younger boy and took Chris in a gentle hug,
whispering in Chris' ear. Chris might have been mad at Georgie. And
maybe the guy wasn't even his real dad, but he was the only father
Chris had ever known. No matter what he'd done, Georgie would always
be that and it was going to tear Chris up if he wasn't careful. If he
wasn't strong enough, or if we weren't strong enough for him.

"Daddy?" I scrunched up my face, trying to stop the tears and mostly I
just listened.

"You aren't crying for that son of a bitch, are you?" my dad asked me
at one point. "I was going to shoot him myself. Soon as he got out of
the hospital, the only reason I didn't was thinking about Chris."

"Oh Daddy," I sobbed because there was so much hate in his voice. I'd
never heard him sound like that.

"I should been the one to do it," my dad said. "Raping my little girl.
Rollie done me a favor. Both of us, Stephanie. That bastard had it
coming so don't you cry for him, understand me? He's not ever going to
hurt you again."

He was talking to himself as much as he was talking to me, I realized.
I barely recognized my own father's voice and it made me hurt inside.
I didn't want any of this. I was still alive. I was okay. A man didn't
deserve to die for what he'd done.

"When are you coming home?" my dad asked me and I had to think about
it. It didn't sound like home anymore.

"Ummm...This weekend," I said slowly, glancing at Mark and Chris. "I,
uh, we have to do some stuff tomorrow and um...I don't know. We have
talk, daddy. This weekend. Sunday, okay?"

"I could come get you," daddy said. "Get you tonight. Your mom's awful
worried."

"I know," I wiped my nose on my t-shirt. "Sunday. I promise."

"Okay," my dad didn't sound too happy with that answer.

"He, um...Does Rollie have a lawyer?" I asked, thinking we'd get him one
maybe. Or something.

"He ain't gonna need one," daddy actually chuckled and I closed my
eyes. "We were all there. It was self-defense. Georgie pulled the gun
out."

"You were there?" I winced.

"Oh yeah," daddy said and the way he said those two little words told
me everything I needed to.

"Mark's dad..."

"He was there too," daddy said. "Don't you worry about Rollie.
Stover's got him in jail, but he won't be staying there long."

"Right," I nodded and the phone was slipping out of my fingers. "I
have to go daddy."

I looked at Mark, holding Chris with the boy's face against his chest.
Chris was shaking and this wasn't what we wanted. I joined them
slowly, carefully, pressing my body against Chrissy and Mark held both
of us there on the floor. I was crying, Chris and me both, and our
cheeks were flushed and wet against each other. Our tears mixing
beneath Mark's soft lips and tender kisses. There was nohing we could
say to make it go away.

They'd killed him. Rollie might have pulled the trigger, but my dad
had helped. Mark's dad too, probably. They'd killed Georgie just as if
they'd been a firing squad and I knew they had their reason. Me. I was
the reason, not anything else, not really. So far as those three men
were concerned it was all about Georgie raping me and thinking he
could get away with it. Mark's dad was like my second father, he was
going to be my father-in-law someday, we all knew it. And Rollie, he
was my friend, like an Uncle to me and especially Mark. He wouldn't
hesitate, not if it would protect our families. My father couldn't
kill Georgie, neither could Mark's, but Rollie could. It was like the
reason he'd been there all along, just waiting all those years.

For a few minutes, between those two phone calls with Gloria and
Mark's dad, I'd imagined that we could go home. We could forget this
city and everything in it. We could back home and be who we'd been
before. Not rich or famous, not beautiful or anything else but only
ourselves. We could be small town kids making our little plans and
stealing kisses at the pond.

But all that was gone and the only home we had was with each other.


The end
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