*This will be my first attempt at writing a multiple chapter story as a serial. I will probably fall on my face, but I hope it actually works. This is a fun concept Laurie Breeze and I came up with, and it is actually the second part of a series I am doing with her. Her wonderful part is BLACK NIGHT IN THE BLACK HILLS (Part 1 of the Jonica vs Laurie Series) (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,17994.0.html). I am looking forward to completing this story, but I warn you, it will be long! ;D There will be many characters you will recognize from FCF and from previous stories written by Laurie, Gemma Rox, and me. Hope you enjoy!*
A Clockwork Strawberry (Part 2 of the Jonica vs Laurie Series)
By Jonica
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The day was overcast and so was my mood. I walked though the Quarter as if looking for something. In fact, that is exactly what I was doing...looking for something. Well, not something. Someone. People avoided me for the most part. You would avoid me too if you saw the murderous look in my eyes. When I find her, I'm going to hurt her...hurt her bad. But it may not be the look in my eyes that are making people avoid me. It may be because I am wearing all black on a hot, steamy day in New Orleans. Or it may be my platinum hair hanging loosely on my shoulders. Or the intense black eyeliner around my bright green eyes. Yep, it's nice when the sidewalk clears like Moses parting the Red Sea. Although I'll never admit it, people were avoiding me because I'm carrying a tire iron. And that intensifies the look in my eyes.....
In and out of every club in the Quarter, I search. From the nicer ones on Bourbon to the seedier Elysian Fields strip joints, I search for Batgirl. Where the hell is she? My tire iron would really like to know.....
Things began changing for me a few months ago. My boyfriend of several years...we'll call him Joe...left me for a tart of a stripper known only as Kitten. We picked her up as a stray in Houston, but that is for another story. For this story we'll just say that he claims he fell in love with the little whore because he couldn't stand any more of my antics. Those antics of course were causing trouble for him and a little British slut we'll call Gemma. I hate Gemma, and Gemma hates me. Oddly enough though, Gemma was the only person in the world I trusted after that asshole Joe. She was there when we adopted the Kitten. The notorious Canadian crime lord, Boche, abandoned Kitten. Now she is a thorn in my side. Someday I will have a tire iron with her name on it. But the tool I am carrying now is specifically for Batgirl.
Batgirl and I picked up where Joe and I left off. She rescued me from a self-destructive life on the streets and she claims I did the same for her. Things were going well until a crazed group of bikers showed up in New Orleans looking for Batgirl. Their leader has even gone as far as put a contract on me. Well, she did until she found out whom I am working for. Contracts tend to be dropped from your head when the contractor finds you are a hit woman for the Bad Bitch of Rue Bourbon, the notorious Jenn Peccavi. So the biker turned contractor now is only looking to "kick (my) ass." As a result, Batgirl fled for my safety, and she is hiding from the bikers and from me.
As I am checking strip clubs Dumaine, I get some leads on where Batgirl may be. Rumor is she is working a high-class place on Canal. I head than way with burning hatred in my eyes. The tire iron is resting lightly on my left shoulder as I stroll eastward when I see a vaguely familiar face in a crowd of tourists walking down Canal toward the aquarium and the casinos. I know I have seen her before, but for some reason I can't remember. Strange images of black hills, bikers, and blood flash in my head but I can't put my finger on the odd sensation. I stare at the face until she must have felt my gaze. The pretty brunette with green eyes looks curiously at me. Her head tilts in a question, as if she is searching her memory too, her glasses slightly askew. I know I have seen her, but where? Finally, she shakes her head slightly and turns away, but she glances over her shoulder every few steps. I almost follow but the tire iron in my hands reminds me I have more important tasks at hand.
I walk up Canal, the Warehouse District on my left and the Quarter on my right. I cross Dauphine and head toward the club I was told about. The club's entrance is off Rampart near Louis Armstrong Park. Rain begins to fall and it only darkens my mood. The smells of the Quarter invade the area in the warm, still rain, but I pay no attention to the crawfish gumbo, beignets, and potted ferns mixed with decaying trash. I also don't pay attention to the two women walking up fast behind me. I take the right turn onto Rampart with the tire iron still resting on my shoulder. It doesn't register when the tool is suddenly yanked from my grasp from behind and my path filled by a gigantic blonde wearing black leather and the colors of the motorcycle gang hunting for Batgirl. Realization they had found her before me suddenly fills me with dread, but that is short lived as the monstrous blonde suddenly laughs and hits me squarely in the mouth with a right jab so hard that I actually leave my feet and crash into the two leather clad bikers behind me. Falling to the sidewalk, I taste blood on my lips, and lights burst in my head. Already nearly unconscious from the first blow, I vaguely hear a voice above me say, "Kick her ass, Rylie!"
Rylie then proceeds to do just that.
I try to sit up but a boot to my chest knocks me back to the ground. The last thing I remember is the giant blonde asking where Batgirl is hiding as she straddles me. I try to respond with a hearty 'fuck you' but all I manage is an embarrassing, "fuuuggghhhhhhhoooooo." Punches rain down on my face and head until I am completely out.
Now, I call the blonde biker a giant and a monster, but she is actually quite beautiful. But when you are 5'2 and only weigh 112 lbs., most everyone who's 5'10 and outweighs you by nearly 40 lbs looks like a giant and a monster. I wouldn't have been a match for Rylie even if she hadn't sucker punched me. I may have fared better with my tire iron, but I doubt it.
Soon, however, the slaughter is over as sirens scream down nearby streets. I vaguely recall cops and paramedics around me, but really only faces. One face, though, stands out. The brunette from earlier is looking down at me with bewilderment...and recognition! It occurs to me as I'm being loaded into a waiting ambulance that my platinum wig has fallen off revealing my own true brunette hair. All I can think of as I look at her are 'South Dakota' and 'bikes.' The look on her face is one of total hatred. As I fade into unconsciousness again, I wonder "what the hell did I do to her?"
To be continued....
Great story looking fowerd to the next part hugs steph 8)
Joni, we definitely came a long way from Sturgis 'n it's just beginning! I know this is gonna be an awesome wild adventure. I always wanted to visit New Orleans LOL 'n you gave me the perfect reason.....REVENGE!!! ;) ;D >:( :P
Seriously, this is like the appetizer before a great dinner....just a lil bite that's soooooo good it makes you bang your fist on the table 'n say 'MORE!!! MORE!!!'
I'm lucky, my work is done.....The pressure is off me now, Joni is at the controls, I'm just going to hop in the seat, buckle up 'n ride this crazy rollercoaster of hers!!!
Awesome start, peeshwank!!! Can't wait for Chapter Two!
xoxo
~L~
Hmm, a biker girl, bat girl, what next? Vampirilla? ::) ;D
Nice start, J! :D ;)
Hugs
Kayla
Quote from: Jonica on November 15, 2011, 09:56:33 PM
*This will be my first attempt at writing a multiple chapter story as a serial. I will probably fall on my face, but I hope it actually works. This is a fun concept Laurie Breeze and I came up with, and it is actually the second part of a series I am doing with her. Her wonderful part is BLACK NIGHT IN THE BLACK HILLS (Part 1 of the Jonica vs Laurie Series) (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,17994.0.html). I am looking forward to completing this story, but I warn you, it will be long! ;D There will be many characters you will recognize from FCF and from previous stories written by Laurie, Gemma Rox, and me. Hope you enjoy!*
Joni, with your talent, the day you fall on your face writing a story is the day I win America's Top Model at 5'1"! Nuff said!
;) :D ;D 8)
~L~
Why am I always cast as an evildoer in everyone's stories?
And I notice I've moved south, I guess the winter was too much in Chi town
Quote from: Jonica on November 15, 2011, 09:56:33 PM.... my platinum wig has fallen off revealing my own true brunette hair.
Just as we always suspected. :o
Terrific start to the story, Joni. Looking forward to more.
Marie
Good Start Jonica , but that will show you to not pick up Hitchers in the Future :P :)
Good start Joni! T ;)
great story, as always, Jonica. :) Glad to see your work back and booming.
Sheer awesomness! like all great stories, it leaves you asking more questions than it answers and I'm SOOOOO hungry for more!!!
x G x
Quote from: peccavi on November 16, 2011, 10:47:15 AM
Why am I always cast as an evildoer in everyone's stories?
Coincidence, Ms. Jenn? That's got to be it! ;) :) ;D
But you never know, somewhere down the line, you might not show your not-so-evil side. It could happen!
~L~
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on November 17, 2011, 02:27:26 PM
Quote from: peccavi on November 16, 2011, 10:47:15 AM
Why am I always cast as an evildoer in everyone's stories?
Coincidence, Ms. Jenn? That's got to be it! ;) :) ;D
But you never know, somewhere down the line, you might not show your not-so-evil side. It could happen!
~L~
One day, perhaps.
Quote from: peccavi on November 17, 2011, 08:14:10 PM
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on November 17, 2011, 02:27:26 PM
Quote from: peccavi on November 16, 2011, 10:47:15 AM
Why am I always cast as an evildoer in everyone's stories?
Coincidence, Ms. Jenn? That's got to be it! ;) :) ;D
But you never know, somewhere down the line, you might not show your not-so-evil side. It could happen!
~L~
One day, perhaps.
Jenn, you know I love you! You may even have a heart of gold by the end of this story....
:-*
J
xoxo
Chapter 2
"Marie! Leave that alone!"
I awaken in a haze of fog and cobwebs. There is sparse light in the room and I'm obviously not alone. There are at least two others here with me: Marie, and whoever scolded her. Through one partially closed eye, I see a tall woman standing by the door, and a child standing by my IV pump.
Why would I have an IV pump?
As I start to sit up in bed, a wave of nausea hits me and I lie back down with a thump. I'm in the hospital. As soon as that sinks in the memories of the vicious attack by a group of bikers comes rushing back. I groan as floods of pain pour through my ribs, head, and back. Images of the tall blonde kicking me in the ribs flash in front of me and suddenly I'm filled with dread. Did they find Batgirl before I could? Oh no....
"I think the little bitch is awake, Kayla."
Little bitch? Why would a child say things like that? I turn my head to look at the kid playing with my IV pump and I see a halo of flaxen hair surrounding a cherub's face. My heart sinks and I roll my eyes in despair. That ain't no fucking kid!
Through mashed, swollen lips I manage to squeak, "Hewwo Mawee Bee." I can almost see her pale blue eyes light with fires of hatred in the semi-darkened room. The little gymnast is so quick I never see her hand move until it clamps around my throat and starts squeezing my windpipe closed.
"Fucking cxnt! I told you to never call me that!"
My eyes bulge and I gasp for air. Her other hand clamps down on my throat as well and I am on the verge of passing out when the tall woman finally stops laughing and pulls her partner away; leaving me gasping and moaning.
Two of the five people I hate most in the world are alone in a hospital room with me somewhere in New Orleans, Louisiana. I will be lucky to see the light of another sunrise.
I struggle to sit up and readjust myself so I can watch them closer. "I'm sowwy," I say, this time it's worse due to being choked. Marie's eyes go bright again but she only glowers at me with seething hatred. "Why are you two here?"
Kayla hates me too, but she is the more reasonable of the two cavewomen here. She replies, "Jenn sent us. She wants us to watch over you until she decides what to do with that motorcycle gang."
"Fuck that! Jenn sent us to babysit your dumbass!" Marie adds.
Kayla gives Marie a sharp look then turns back to me. "Jenn thinks they may try to attack you again. She is worried about you."
"That'll be the day," I say looking away.
"That's bullshit, Joni. Jenn feels awful about what she did in Houston. Give her a chance, she's not as bad as you think."
Not as bad as I think, huh? No, she only tried to cripple me then kill me. For no reason, I might add, but I keep my mouth shut and glare at Marie...who is, incidentally, still staring daggers at me. Marie and I have a deep dislike for each other. It goes back to another of Saint Jenn's plots to rid the world of me. That plot involved a brutal fight, another more vicious fight, a 10-inch strap-on shaped like a pickaxe (Marie screamed my name...hehe), a crazy dude with a huge penis-shaped bubble machine, and that tattooed British whore, Gemma. Marie and I don't like each other because we are the runts of our respective litters. With us it is survive at all costs. One day our paths will cross with tragic consequences, most likely. But all that's another story. Kayla actually isn't bad, but I feel sorry for her. I'd feel sorry for anyone who had to deal with Satan's spawn, Marie.
Kayla's cell phone rings and she turns away to answer it. Marie glares at me and looks over her shoulder. Once she is convinced Kayla isn't looking, the 4'10" 95 lbs gymnast pinches my IV line closed, leans forward and growls, "Someday soon, bitch." Kayla wraps up her phone call but before she can turn around, Marie slams a short, open-palmed punch into my broken ribs.
"Marie!" Kayla stammers in her sexy South African accent as she pulls the evil Canadian blonde away. "Dammit! Stop that crap!"
"Real soon you fucking cxnt!" Marie yells as she is pushed across the room.
My eyes fill with tears as I clutch my injured ribs. I want to lunge out of the bed and beat her with a bedpan, but in my current condition I would be no match for her (although I did kick her ass a few short hours after giving birth to Baby Humperdink...hehe).
Kayla drags the screaming demon across the room trying to calm her with news of an assignment. Marie finally calms enough to listen when Kayla says, "That was Jenn."
With Marie's full, undivided...albeit totally psycho...attention, Kayla whispers their new mission. I only catch snippets of the conversation: "Assignment....bikers....Des Allemands...Batgirl..."
Batgirl? I sit up in bed and ignore the pain in my ribs. "You know where Batgirl is?" I ask holding my ribs and in as clear a voice as I can muster. Kayla looks at me with a touch of sadness, but the only response I get is from Marie, "Shut up bitch."
I lie back in the hospital bed and wonder where Batgirl could be. As Kayla and Marie are leaving a nurse comes in. Seeing tears in my eyes, she thinks I am in pain. She injects a syringe of morphine in my IV. As I drift off into peaceful sleep, I think the nurse is right: I am in pain. My ribs are only half of it. Batgirl, where the hell are you?
After what seems like a few brief minutes, I awaken to a completely dark hospital room. Fear grips me because I have always been afraid of the dark. Ever since I was a little girl growing up outside of Lafayette, Louisiana. Night is when the creatures of darkness would roam the landscape. Their paths lit by fires in surrounding cane fields...the smoke concealing their presence. It didn't help that the Atchafalya Basin, with its miles and miles of dark swamps and bayous, was a mere 100 yards from my bedroom window. Lightning would flash over the Gulf of Mexico every night in the summer and reveal the existence of vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost. It's amazing how quickly you learn to pray while living close to the shadows of a dark, evil world.
Lightning flashes outside the hospital room window revealing a pair of glowing eyes crouching next to me. I gasp in terror and nearly fall out of the bed. But a calm voice says, "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Not here anyway." Anther flash of lightning reveals there are no feral eyes staring at me with hunger and dark intent. Instead it's a woman close to my age with dark, kinky hair, wearing glasses that reflect the bluish-white light of the electric storm building outside.
I don't know why, but I try to focus on her in the dark, and I ask, "Are you from South Dakota?" Why South Dakota? I think to myself. I know I passed through there after Joe left me for Kitten but that is about it. I may have done some pretty bad stuff during my wandering.
"Yes. You really don't remember me, do you?" I search my memory and she is familiar in the dark room as she was earlier on Canal St, but I cannot seem to place her. "That's okay. When you get out of here, I am going to make it my life's mission to pay you back." She brushes the back of her hand across my nearest cheek. Her fingers softly brush my lips. I can't explain why but my lips part and her index finger gently enters my mouth, lightly touching my tongue. I close my mouth around her finger, but after a minute she takes her hand away. Lightning flashes outside illuminating her face briefly, "We will meet again, and this time things will be very different," she says in a soft voice, with what seems like a tinge of regret. Then she turns on her heel and leaves me in the dark hospital room at the mercy of the creatures of the night.
Thunder rumbles outside and I think of Batgirl.
To be continued.....
Okay, I'm hooked! ;) ;D No, actually I was hooked from the first sentence! I really really REALLY love it so far! Not knowing what's gonna happen next, where you're taking us, everything!!!
Great chapter, peeshwank! ;D :P :-*
~L~
-PS-
Quote from: Jonica on November 19, 2011, 05:06:39 PM
Instead it's a woman close to my age with dark, kinky hair, wearing glasses that reflect the bluish-white light of the electric storm building outside.
Kinky hair? Curly, yes ... Tousled, most of the time. I've been called 'kinky' once or twice, but never on account of my hair. Just sayin'! ;) ;D
Auugh..the more I read, the less I know and the more I need to read...
I'm seriously hooked now...
An absolute MASTERCLASS of drip fed impact!
The way you tease and play with the audience is merciless! Like a vicious little cat pawing at an injured mouse... you feed us characters that are dropped in just for a moment yet in that moment you manage to fill them with such ridiculously rich amount of depth and charm. It leaves you begging for more... I'd claw at the screen until my fingernails bled if it meant I could get my hands on part three just a little bit quicker!
What's even more impressive than the charisma and vivid style you put into your characters is the complexity and penetration of the characters you leave out... Batgirl. Oh you absolute fucking tease Batgirl... even though she's nothing more than an enigma, at this point she holds more weight and influence than should be possible for a character who's presence is nothing more than a few whispered mentions... How is that possible?!?!?!
To say I'm impressed is an understatement so massive it borders on bitter sarcasm. I'm overwhelmed, I'm flabbergasted, I'm outright fucking jealous of you!!! You total cxnt! How dare you set the bar so high!!!
But as much as I hate you for that I need more so bad I'm just going to sit here scratching my arm like a strung out junkie desperate for her score to walk through the door... you've ruined me! And I love you for it
x G x
Quote from: Jonica on November 19, 2011, 05:06:39 PM"Real soon you fucking cxnt!" Marie yells as she is pushed across the room.
I love the way you're building the story, Joni. This chapter is a brief respite from the main action, yet you keep the tension high even as you "rest up" from the war you're waging.
Of course, me brutalizing you is an old story and everyone knows you don't have to be incapacitated for me to do it.
Ah, yes. Reminiscing about all the beatings I've given Joni..........{
sigh}...............sweet, sweet memories. :D
Marie
Thanks everyone for the very kind comments! I am having a great time writing this. I know which directions I want this story to go, but I am pretty much making it up as I go along. Even your comments are giving me ideas on new aspects for the story! I will warn you, things may get kinda weird before the grand finale, but what else would you expect from this crew? ;D
Quote from: Marie B. on November 20, 2011, 02:45:47 PMAh, yes. Reminiscing about all the beatings I've given Joni..........{sigh}...............sweet, sweet memories. :D
Uh...did I hit you too hard in the head last time, Marie?
:D
J
xoxo
This is outstanding work, Jonica. I'm always glad that you're here and active. :)
Gee, Marie is quite a handful to keep in check - like a Canadian snowstorm sweeping down from the frozen arctic - Tee hee! ::) ;D
Nice writing, Jonica! ;) :)
Hugs
Kayla
Great story Jonica. Can't wait to read more. ;D
hugs steph
Saint JEnn, wanting to rid the world of you?
Never.
Chapter 3
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The sky as cleared and the heat and humidity of the Louisiana summer has given way to the more subtle warmth of autumn in subtropics. I walk out of the hospital, "I still can't fuckin' believe you are the one who is picking me up from the hospital, me" I say to Gemma as she makes me carry my own belongings despite my still aching ribs.
"Just shut up and say thanks, bitch. Always with that mouth. Besides, this is a change of pace, babes...I'm usually putting you in the hospital, not taking you out of one," Gemma replies with a giggle. I want to grab her by the hair and ram her forehead over and over into the obsolete blue mailbox in front of the drop off/pick up zone, but I just glower at her. In my condition she would take me apart and toss the pieces in the river. I hate feeling so helpless.
"So, have you found Wormgirl, or whatever the hell she calls herself?"
My glower turns to anger, but I bite my tongue. "It's Batgirl, and no, I haven't. I'm really worried about her," I reply, turning my face away to hide the fear in my eyes. "I'm really worried about her, Gemma."
"Worried?!?! A week ago you were chasing her around the Quarter with a tire tool! Doesn't sound much like 'worry' to me!"
"That was in case I ran into those bikers."
"Yeah right, dumbass. You know you can't fool me, now get in the damn car before I stuff you in the trunk."
One can never be incognito when riding with Gemma. Her royal blue Mini Cooper with a Union Jack on the roof sticks out like a sore thumb...even here in New Orleans where the unusual is the usual. And then there is her driving style, "We drive on the right side of the road over here, Queen Elizabeth." I say as I brace for impact with an oncoming garbage truck as we head west on St. Charles. In her usual blasé manner, Gemma whips over at the last moment to avoid impact. I think about asking her to turn around and head back to the hospital for whiplash treatment. Gemma drives like she fights...full speed ahead, damn the torpedoes, all guns blazing. I envy her for her lackadaisical outlook on life. As much as I despise her, I wouldn't mind stepping into her shoes for a while. However, I know she has her demons too. We all have them.
"How did you know to pick me up?" Curious who tipped her off I was even in the hospital.
A sly grin crosses her face, and I suddenly wish I hadn't asked. "Joe asked me to. He said he would have been afraid if he had come himself."
I stare at the side of her head, her grin in place like an evil Jack-O-Latern. "Joe sent you?" I ask, nearly incredulous. I lower my eyes as she nods her head. I turn forward and say under my breath, "Bastard should have sent Kitten...."
The car nearly runs into oncoming traffic and I grab the wheel as Gemma howls in laughter. "She would so kick your little ass. I don't care how much of a subbie she is!"
"Fuck you!" I growl, my cheeks turning dark red. "I'll get that little cxnt someday!" I say with such venom and conviction that Gemma stops laughing. She soberly straightens the reeling car and turns toward US Highway 90.
"You told me at Mt. Rushmore that you were over him," she says in a quiet voice. My eyes lift slowly and watch the highway as we cross the start of the Atchafalya River wetlands. I bite my lip and ask, "What happened in South Dakota?"
"I'll tell you someday. I can't believe you don't remember, but I guess remembering wasn't on your mind as you popped Oxy's and chased them with cheap red wine."
I blush deeply again and turn my face toward the window to hide my shame.
We ride in silence for almost an hour when Gemma suddenly announces she needs to stop. We pull off the highway into the parking lot of a shady looking pawnshop in Morgan City. A sno-cone stand and daiquiri bar sits adjacent to the pawnshop with two motorcycles sitting out front. We walk into the pawnshop and Gemma goes immediately to the jewelry display. "What are you looking for?" I ask, more to have something to say than out of curiosity. She replies in her normal evasive manner, "I want something special for someone special." I vaguely wonder whom she is talking about as I turn to look at a wall display of guitars, banjos, and fiddles (those are violins for the uneducated).
I check out a nice Fender Telecaster while Gemma harasses the poor clerk about a piece of jewelry. I hear them haggle then Gemma say, "Ok, I'll take it." All the while neither of us notices the rather large, muscular woman with blonde hair walk into the shop. I don't realize someone is behind me until I turn around to inquire about the Telecaster. I walk straight into a leather-clad woman who looks like she was carved out of granite, and is in the midst of a homicidal rage.
"Excuse me," I say in a small voice and start to walk around her, but she grabs my shirt and hurls me across the room into a drum set.
I land with a clatter of drums, cymbals, and various other instruments and immediately curl into a protective ball to guard my smashed ribs. The large muscular blonde stalks toward me saying, "Rylie wants to talk to you. Imagine my luck when I saw you and the cockney bitch come right to me." I try to get to my knees to scramble away but a large boot to the butt sends me reeling face-first to the floor. I manage to roll over just in time to see Gemma yell, "What the fuck?!?!" and rush at the monster. She manages to land one punch but then the giant biker grabs her by the neck with both hands and lifts Gemma completely off the ground. With the British girl gasping, gagging, and kicking her feet, the blonde runs across the room and slams her victim back first into the wall. The light, and what fight she may have had, leaves Gemma's eyes as the monster pulls her back and slams her back and head into the wall over and over. Without thinking of my own safety, I grab the closest thing I can find...a banjo. Running across the room as fast as my little legs will carry me, I slam the banjo into the back of the biker's head. The sound reverberates throughout the building and pieces of the stringed instrument fly in each direction. The giant turns to look at me then she collapses to her knees. I hammer the neck of the instrument into the top of her head. Her eyes roll back and she falls to the floor.
The proprietor of pawnshop is screaming in a mixture of Cajun and Creole. Understanding the word 'sheriff,' I grab Gemma's purse, wrap my arm under hers, and rush from the shop. The little Mini Cooper screams westward on Hwy 90 just as the first St. Martin Parish Sheriff's cars pull in from the east.
To be continued.....
you're on a roll, Jonica. LOL@ Gemma's car. ;D
Hahaha! Awesome!!! Your descriptive prowess is fucking flawless! I could see every swerve and screeching tire of that car ride! you seriously rock my world right now :)
x G x
PS. I SHOULD be packing my suitcase but your story is too damn good to miss!
Thanks to each of you! I am really getting into this! Hopefully I will have chapter 4 up tomorrow or the next day!
:-*
J
xoxo
Joni warned me that this was gonna be a wild out-of-control rollercoaster. Well, she sure wasn't kidding! I'm having a blast in the front row of the Joni-coaster 'n I have my arms up high, loving the ride 'n looking forward to every twist, turn, loop & curve to come!!!
"Laissez les bon temps roulez!"
xoxo
~L~
Quote from: Ash on November 22, 2011, 12:26:52 AM
She's the writer that fcf deserves but not the one it needs right now. :D
Interesting description. I just want more. :)
MOAR STORIE PLZ!!!
Chapter 4
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"Joni, I'm worried about you."
I look across the desk at the woman who a little over a year ago tried to beat me to death with a baseball bat. Earlier that year she sent the two psycho Amazons...Kayla and Marie...to try and cripple me in a series of fights she orchestrated. Maybe calling Marie an Amazon is a bit of a stretch. She's more of warrior dwarf than a warrior Amazon. But that's for another story. Jenn Peccavi has been trying to rid the world of me for almost two years. Just because she mistook me for a reporter who wrote an article exposing her as an up and coming crime lord. I managed to escape her clutches but not before she broke my leg, smashed a drinking glass into my forehead, wrecked my relationship with Joe, linked me to Gemma Rox, and set the two crazed bimbos on me. My life truly sucks at the moment.
But hey, why should I complain? She did drag me into her office one night from a seedy apartment I called my home with Batgirl. She performed her own special kind of drug rehabilitation on me...she stuck a Baby Glock in my mouth and said if she ever caught me taking another Oxycontin she would turn my head into a canoe. After trying so hard to kill me, I now owe her my life. Oh how things change. Of course I now work for her. I have committed crimes which could lead me someday to ride a needle to Heaven. Or most likely Hell, in my case.
I can't say I don't enjoy the work I do for her. I just wish my partner in crime wasn't Gemma Rox. But that is for another story too.
"Jenn, I....."
"Don't interrupt me, Joni. You don't focus on your job any longer. Now I have to deal with a bunch of bikers who should be riding around the Midwest selling meth to immigrant workers. I have to deal with you getting your ribs crushed by one of those crazed bikers. And now you have an aggravated assault warrant for trying to kill one of those bikers with a banjo! I'll fix this but you need to start listening to me. I really do have your best interests at heart."
Best interests? Yeah right!
"Jenn, I'm sorry, but I didn't start any of this. Those bikers attacked me first! The last one attacked me and Gemma. I had to do something."
"I know that, Joni. I know. Just lay low and let me fix this. No more antics, okay?"
I lower my head and stare at the floor. Joe used to say the same things to me. I nod my head and whisper, "Okay Jenn."
"Good girl! I am assigning Marie to watch over you."
As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Marie and I both jump to our feet, "WHAT?!?!" We say in unison.
"Hell no, Jenn! I'm not babysitting that cxnt!"
"Jenn, I don't need someone watching out for me."
"Why not Gemma? Why does it have to be me? No Jenn, Please!"
"I need to find Batgirl, Jenn. I can't do that with a crazed dwarf looking over my shoulder."
"Fuck you, swamp rat!!!"
"Shut the fuck up you worthless midget!"
Jenn apparently had enough of this. Before either of us knew what was going on she stormed from behind her desk, grabbed us both by the hair, and rammed our heads together so hard we both immediately dropped to our butts.
"NOW LISTEN TO ME YOU TWO! I AM IN CHARGE HERE, NOT YOU TWO WORTHLESS LITTLE WHORES! YOU WILL BOTH DO AS I SAY! JONICA, MARIE AND KAYLA ARE ASSIGNED TO MAKE SURE YOU STAY OUT OF TROUBLE! JESSIKA WILL WATCH AFTER GEMMA! MARIE, YOU WILL DO YOUR JOB AND DO IT PROPERLY, OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY! DO BOTH OF YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!"
Both of us managed to lift our eyes just enough to whisper, "Yes ma'am.
"GOOD! Now get the fuck out of my office."
I stand up and sway a little on my feet, but Kayla helps me keep my balance. I walk quickly from the room and go to the little gym Jenn has set up next to her office. There I hope to find a little peace and quiet to get my thoughts straight.
Of course I don't get a chance.
The door bangs open and Marie rushes in like a tiny whirlwind dressed in a red miniskirt and white tank. She kicks her sandals off and shoves me. "Ok bitch, we settle this now!!!"
I don't want to fight. My ribs still hurt and a headache is threading it's way through my skull, but my hatred for Marie overrides much everything else. Before I know it I lunge off the workout bench I was sitting on and slam into Marie with everything I have. The only problem is Marie is quicker than I am...broken ribs or not.
She sidesteps me with ease and hammers a quick combo of jabs into my face. I drop to one knee beside her and she slams a quick kick into the small of my back knocking me onto all fours. Before I can recover, she grabs my hair and yanks my face chin up to look into hers. I feel blood dribbling from my mashed lips and my cheek starting to swell, but fiery hatred burns under my skin. "I've been waiting for this for a long, long time you piece of shit!" She growls just before I bring my right fist all the way from the floor and slam it between her little gymnast legs. The punch lands with such effectiveness I feel my knuckles drive into her pubic bone. Her cute, angelic face...which only moments before was twisted with angry hatred...goes blank and her eyes open wide from shock. Her mouth forms a silent "O" then she drops to her knees in front of me lowering her hands to her crotch. I push off the floor with both feet and slam my right elbow into the side of her head. She flops to the floor in a heap. Getting to my feet, I kick her in the back and kidneys several times while screaming obscenities with each blow delivered. But Marie isn't trying to defend herself or roll away. She is out cold.
"Do you feel better now?" Jenn asks from the doorway. I never saw Her and Kayla enter the room. Fortunately for me, Jenn's right arm is holding Kayla back. I turn on my heel and head for the other door. Behind me Jenn says, "I'll send Kayla and Marie over to your apartment later. There better be no repeats of this or I swear I will handcuff you both and drop you off on a mangrove island in the basin alone."
I nod my head and leave the room.
Once outside the building, I take a deep breath and stroll next door to my apartment building, which is incidentally owned by Jenn. Just like I am owned by her, I think to myself.
I ride the elevator to my apartment. The place seems darker and emptier than before. Batgirl, where are you?
I sit down and stare out at the purple clouds building over the Gulf. A storm is coming. How ironic! There's a storm building in my life too!
I catch a glimpse of white from the corner of my eye. Looking closer I see it's an envelope laying in the entryway. I pick it up and open the letter:
Dearest Jonica,
Please stop looking for me. Your life is in real danger. I wish I could come home, but I must stay away for your safety. I am leaving Louisiana and I'm not coming back. I'm doing this for you, even though it is breaking my heart.
Thanks for saving my life,
Batgirl (A)
xxx
I wad the letter in my hand as I drop to my knees; pressing the paper to my face as I sob.
To be continued.....
a kick -ass story jonica can't wait for chapter 5
"Psycho Amazons", huh? ::) ;D That's a new one - compared to Jess, we're kinda small - LOL! :D ;)
Hugs
Kayla
You beating me, Joni?
That's okay.....I love a good fantasy story!
But as for that "Warrior Dwarf" crack.....someone will have to take you down for that.....................I know! I'll do it !!
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Quote from: Marie B. on November 23, 2011, 04:07:00 PM
You beating me, Joni?
That's okay.....I love a good fantasy story!
But as for that "Warrior Dwarf" crack.....someone will have to take you down for that.....................I know! I'll do it !!
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Bring it, Mawee Bee the Warrior Dwarf!
>:(
Thanks for the pic and comments!
:D
J
xoxo
Chapter 5
The cloud-darkened sky matched my mood as I walked through the Quarter. I feel like I have been kicked in the stomach and I keep my head lowered as I intertwine the festive folks wandering Bourbon, Canal, Rampart, and the other corridors of the famous...sometimes infamous...sections of this wondrous city. Taking in all the sites and sounds of New Orleans is the farthest thing from my mind however.
My feelings are totally crushed. I never dreamed I could miss anyone as much as I missed Joe, but now Batgirl has driven a dagger straight through my already bruised heart.
I make my way across Jackson Square...from Chartres toward Decatur...walking in no particular direction with no destination in mind. Rain starts falling as I walk beside St. Louis Cathedral. I shiver in the cool rain and autumn air when I catch the faint whisper of a long dead French priest singing the Kyrie with a heavenly choir accompanying him as Spanish soldiers prepare for his execution. I ignore the multitudes of the homeless who haunt the park, and upon seeing my face they ignore me too.
I cross Decatur and find myself in the Café Du Mond...an old Jimmy Buffett song rolling in my head:
Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of push and shove
A steaming cup of Café a Lait and three beignets do little to soothe my dreary mood. I want to keep walking all the way to the river and not stop until I am submerged. I have only felt like this once.
Joe. Now Batgirl.
Across Decatur I watch Kayla and Marie search for me. Fortunately, they don't cross the street to the Café. I don't have the heart to resist. They could take me back to the apartment without resistance. But I'm not ready to go back. I just want to wander. I don't know where to begin looking for Batgirl, but I know I have to find her before she leaves Louisiana.
Now the words of an old Emmylou Harris song replace Jimmy Buffett....
Mary took to running with a travelin' man
Left her momma crying with her head in her hands
Such a sad case, so broken hearted
She say momma, I got to go, I gotta get outta here
I gotta get out of town; I'm tired of hanging around
I gotta roll on between the ditches
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway
Goes on forever, that 'ol highway rolls on forever
I leave the Café Du Mond and walk in the opposite direction as Kayla and Marie. The streets grow darker as I pass by the old US Mint and the old Ursulines Convent...which halls are haunted by the undead. I raise my shoulders to protect my neck as I hurry by. Vampires do tend to get my attention. The farther I walk the seedier the area becomes.
As I near Elysian Fields, I start to turn back towards the Vieux Carre. I am acutely aware of a group of people leaving a dance club but I really pay them no attention...until one of them turns to look at me. I recognize the voice instantly when she says, "Well lookie here! If it isn't my little pal Joni."
My head comes up slowly and my cheeks flush with anger, embarrassment, and humiliation. My eyes burn with hatred and it's all I can do to keep from grabbing her throat. The words almost catch in my throat, but I manage to almost growl, "Hello Kitten."
The woman Joe left me to be with faces me with an arrogant smirk on her beautiful face. Dressed like a whore, as always, she looks at me with complete disdain. "Last I heard you were whoring somewhere in Chicago," say says with a sneer.
A small crowd builds around us and some assholes yell encouragement...mostly for her due to her stripper good looks and slutty tight short black dress. It's hard for guys to cheer for 5'2 112 lbs girls who look like they rolled out of bed into a green tee and jeans. But Kitten is easy to be a fan of. She is around 5'6" and may weigh 120 lbs. She oozes sensuality and has a sexual presence that is difficult to disguise. Her round face with slightly pudgy cheeks, full lips, and pert nose would be the envy of supermodels all over the world.
God, how I would love to mash that pert little nose all over her face!
"Since you are here, I'll tell you, Joe is very happy. He proposed to me last week. That's why I'm here. My friends had a little celebration for me."
Proposed? Joe and I were together for almost ten years and he never proposed to me. We always said why ruin a good thing? Tears fill the corner of my eyes and I try to walk around her. But then things get ugly.
"Hey! Where ya goin'?" Kitten says with a smirk as she grabs my right arm. Before I know it my left fist flashes around and I try to smash her pert little nose all over her round face with the slightly pudgy cheeks and full lips that are the envy of the modeling world.
Unfortunately, my timing is off and I manage to hit her in the side of the head. I feel the small bones in my pinky finger snap and I gasp in shock and pain. I suddenly try to yank my right arm free so I can run. But Kitten is laughing. I'm in serious trouble here.
Kitten is the biggest enigma I have ever met. A little over a year ago she was the submissive "property" of a Canadian crime lord named Boche. He gave her to Joe for "protection." Boche knew that Joe would "protect" the beautiful young girl because Joe takes his duty as a cop very seriously. Who knew Joe would protect her so much that he would fall in love with her? Kitten is a natural born troublemaker...much like me, I guess I should add except I'm not a complete sociopath...with a submissive nature she uses to mask a mean streak a mile wide.
As I try to pull away to flee, Kitten's free hand snakes into my hair, she twists her hips, and runs me headfirst into the building's brick outer wall.
I grunt once and drop to my knees. Lights explode in my head and I nearly blackout from the blow, but I have always had pretty good survival instincts. But in a fight, it's hard to come back after having your head rammed into a brick wall. With her hand still tangled in my hair, Kitten slams punch after punch into my face, throat and chest. I try to raise my hands for protection but on punch catches my broken pinky and I nearly black out from the pain. Anger pushes back into my throat when I realize the woman who stole my man is humiliating me on a sidewalk in the French Quarter. She uses her size advantage and forces me onto my back. As she tries to straddle me, I suddenly hear Emmylou singing in my head again and my left knee slams deep between Kitten's thighs.
This is down in the swampland, anything goes
It's alligator bait and the bars don't close
It's the real thing down in Louisiana
Did you ever see a Cajun when he really got mad
When he really got trouble like a daughter gone bad
It gets real hot down in Louisiana
The stranger better move it or he's gonna get killed
He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will
It ain't no time for lengthy speeches
There ain't no time for lengthy speeches
Kitten howls in pain and fall off me onto her side. Now it's my turn to yank some hair. Twisting my right hand into her dark hair, I begin firing short punches into her face with my left. I forget about my broken pinky until my hand goes numb from the punches. Kitten's lips and nose seep blood and a deep, angry scratch runs the length of her cheek. Her dress is filthy from the wet sidewalk, but she is far from done. Instead of rattling her, my punches seem to only make her more and more angry. Finally, she is able to fight her way through my punches and roll me onto my back again. This time she manages to straddle me. She lowers her chin to protect her throat after I change my aim, but my punches are growing weaker and weaker. Kitten seems to be getting stronger and stronger, by contrast.
The strength sapped from my body, I am soon completely overpowered. Kitten wraps her hands deep in my hair and bangs my head off the sidewalk until I am nearly unconscious. Kitten slips one hand from my hair and punches me over and over in the face until I fear she has broken my nose. She laughs and taunts me more and more with each blow.
She say never have I know it when it felt so good
Never have I knew it when I knew I could
Never have I done it when it looked so right
Leaving Louisiana in the broad daylight
The beating finally ends with Kitten standing up and stomping my ribs a few times. I lie on my back sobbing and begging her to stop, but she simply laughs and kicks me harder. "Poor little Joni isn't so tough now, huh? Where's the tattooed slut? Tell her she's next."
Funny Kitten should mention Gemma. Just as the words leave her mouth, a blur slams into her body and knocks her to the ground. I can hear the brief struggle but soon I only hear Kitten begging and crying for someone to stop. "God bless you, Gemma," I say through swollen lips. How did she know where to find me?
My body wracked with pain, I manage to sit up. Kitten is lying face up with a shorter woman straddling her slamming punch after punch into her face. The crowd finally manages to pull the girl off the sobbing Kitten (why the fuck didn't they pull her off me? Bastards!).
"Gemma, thank God you showed up."
"What did you call me?" The girl who came to my aid asks. My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," she says extending her hand to me.
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever
As Joni wanders the streets of the city..........ever wary of what lies ahead.......and behind.
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Quote from: Jonica on November 23, 2011, 05:48:52 PM
"Gemma, thank God you showed up."
"What did you call me?" The girl who came to my aid asks. My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," she says extending her hand to me.
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever
Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!
:) ;) ;D 8) :-*
xoxo
~L~
great Chapter Joni ;D ;D
Joni, I love your imagination! Always have, always will! Cheers! T
Quote from: justine_ccsd on November 25, 2011, 02:00:27 AM
Quote from: T aka Tony on November 24, 2011, 01:57:42 AM
Joni, I love your imagination! Always have, always will! Cheers! T
Hello Tony. Juliet says hi, too. :P
Great chapter, Joni! Can't wait to read the next part!
~ Justine xxx
lol, thanks bitch!
;D
J
xoxo
Quote from: Marie B. on November 23, 2011, 09:45:03 PM
As Joni wanders the streets of the city..........ever wary of what lies ahead.......and behind.
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Cool pic of the Cafe Du Mond, but it looks like I'm about to pass out in the gutter.
;)
Thanks Marie!
:-*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on November 23, 2011, 11:56:29 PM
Quote from: Jonica on November 23, 2011, 05:48:52 PM
"Gemma, thank God you showed up."
"What did you call me?" The girl who came to my aid asks. My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," she says extending her hand to me.
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever
Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!
:) ;) ;D 8) :-*
xoxo
~L~
Hang on, Laurie! It's about to get weird. lol
;D
J
xoxo
Pete, Steph, and Tony,
Thank you all for your very kind remarks. As for my imagination, my rl is just as strange. As the song says:
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of push and shove
*hugs*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on November 25, 2011, 03:24:39 PM
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on November 23, 2011, 11:56:29 PM
Quote from: Jonica on November 23, 2011, 05:48:52 PM
"Gemma, thank God you showed up."
"What did you call me?" The girl who came to my aid asks. My eyes grow wide and I can only look on in dumbfounded shock as the woman from South Dakota looks at me with an amused look on her face. "C'mon. Let's get out of here," she says extending her hand to me.
It's just an ordinary story 'bout the way things go
Round and around nobody knows, but the highway goes on forever
Something tells me things are about to get even more interesting, if that's possible! Fasten your seat belts!
:) ;) ;D 8) :-*
xoxo
~L~
Hang on, Laurie! It's about to get weird. lol
;D
J
xoxo
Terrific, just what I always wanted....to be trapped on a runaway bizarro rollercoaster with a crazy Cajun at the switch!!!
:-* ;D :-*
~L~
Chapter 6
I've always wondered how I manage to get myself into these situations. Joe says I am a 'natural born troublemaker.' My mother always claimed that I have an innate ability to 'rub people the wrong way.' I must have rubbed her the wrong way all my life. Her worthless Cajun ass disowned me after my father died. Oh well, I hate her guts anyway.
All of this started about a year and half ago. Joe and I were visiting Europe for the first time. We started in the United Kingdom. Since we are both big fans of heavy metal music and up and coming bands, someone in London told us we should check out a club called 'Metro's' in Cardiff, Wales. We weren't really expecting to take a side trip to Wales, but we had an extra day and we took a chance. The club was a little seedy, but the music was awesome. We danced, frolicked, and generally had a great time. The people were wonderful. That is until we met a certain tattooed British slut. To make a long story short, Gemma Rox and I had words over a perceived slight. That lead to a wild brawl in the alley behind the club in which I got slaughtered (I'm not afraid to say it...Gemma kicked my ass. I start trouble...I just can't seem to get myself out of it). One thing led to another and I took a trip to a local emergency room. I immediately swore revenge. A few weeks later, a taxi hit Gemma right after a sparring partner broke her ribs. Little did she know I might have had something to do with those things. A couple days later she received a call from me, and I got my revenge. She took a trip to the ER. Of course she managed to find a way to come to Louisiana to seek revenge and damn near drowned me in a mud pit, but that is ancient history now. We have been in several fights...with each other and with others...thanks to the hand that orchestrated it all behind the scenes. That is another story too.
Anywho, all of this lead to several bizarre instances and it seems I have lost everything. Joe's new girlfriend (a complete submissive who usually starts trouble but generally runs from it) just tried to stomp me into an Elysian Fields sidewalk but I was saved by the mysterious woman from South Dakota who's identity remains an enigma to me but hangs just on the fringe of my memory.
"I think we should get you to an emergency room."
This would probably be good advice considering I am covered in blood, sidewalk slime, and filthy gutter water. My pinky finger is broken and swelling, and my ribs ache. The shorter woman...who refuses to give me her name...seems concerned about something on my forehead. I wince when my fingertips touch an extremely sore spot just inside my hairline and my eyes open wide as I see quite a bit of blood on my fingers. My hatred for Kitten increases tenfold.
We make our way back to the Café Du Mond where we finally convince the very frightened staff that I'm not a regular Vieux Carre ghoul, but instead a victim of a purse-snatching gone bad. They buy that. I try hard to convince them not to call an ambulance, but I soon hear sirens in the distance.
"I don't want to go to the hospital again!" I sob. This seems to amuse the woman from South Dakota and, with a sly wink, she quietly says, "It won't be the last time...I promise you that."
Her smile disconcerts me, and I try hard to remember what it is I did to her. Nothing comes to mind except South Dakota, bikers, knives and scissors, and Boom-Boom (whatever the hell that means).
"Why do you hate me so bad?"
A sly smile crosses her lovely face, "I don't hate you. I helped you, didn't I?"
"Well, yeah. But why?" I respond completely lost. With a damp cloth pressed to the gash on my head, I take a good look at this woman. She is smaller than me (but bigger than that Canadian midget Marie) but not by much. Her curly dark hair frames a youthful face that can be called 'cute' and 'beautiful' without any effort. Her smile carries warmth and her big green eyes sparkle whenever she looks at me...as if she has mischief on her mind. Her glasses only magnify the hypnotizing effect of her eyes. I would be completely mesmerized looking into her eyes...if I didn't hurt so damn bad.
She looks lost in thought for a few seconds before she answers. Her response sends chills racing up and down my spine. As a matter of fact, she goes from being a question mark to a mystery wrapped in an enigma. "I couldn't let her hurt you too bad because I plan to do that myself."
She laughs at the bewildered look on my face. "I guess I do owe you some explanation, but you will have to put the rest together yourself." Her eyes sparkle again but they now have a coolness that is hard to describe. My blood freezes in my veins as that gaze settles on me. I don't know whether to rest my hand over hers as it sits on the table, or turn and flee for my life into the night.
"We did meet in South Dakota. I will never forget that encounter. Soon you will never forget our next encounter. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you a few days ago. The pain and humiliation you put me through isn't something I will get over soon. After that day, I have made it my life's ambition to completely destroy you...any way I can."
The sincerity in her eyes tells me she is dead serious.
"But I want you at one hundred percent when we meet to settle the score. I could do some real damage to you right now, but where is the sport in that?"
My God! What did I do to this woman? What happened in South Dakota? The mixture of hatred and empathy make me wonder what is going on between this woman's ears.
"The day I visited you in the hospital was the day I made my mind up to devote my life to ruining you. I took a leave of absence from my job, and I have moved to New Orleans. I will stay until I make you pay for what you did."
"What did I do to you? I really don't remember what happened in South Dakota. That was a difficult time for me. I was on some bad stuff....."
"Makes no difference. You did what you did, and you will pay dearly for it."
"I'm..."I'm sorry for whatever it was..." I try to look as sincere as I can with a face smeared with blood and street grime.
"Sorry won't cut it. Don't worry, I won't kill you...but you may wish you were dead...."
I can tell I have caused her some deep wound and I could apologize until the day I die, but it will never help. The sparkle in her eyes comes from a smoldering flame that I apparently lit and stoked a long time ago. There is nothing I can say except, "Then I guess we will have to settle this before you will forgive me...."
"Now you understand."
We stare at each other and I almost wither under her level gaze. But I manage to make eye contact with her. My lips part slightly as I look into the dark green pools of her eyes and I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness. My life is so screwed up that I only seem to meet people who intrigue me when I am causing trouble. Why couldn't I have met this enchanting mystery in better circumstances? I shift in my chair uncomfortably.
"Guess you are still making friends Joni. Sounds like someone else wants to kill you too."
I sigh and roll my eyes as Marie B's smartass Canadian voice speaks behind me. "Jenn won't be happy about you giving us the slip and that those bikers beat you up again. So let's get you cleaned up. Who is your friend?"
I look from Marie to where the woman from South Dakota is sitting, or I guess I should say 'was sitting.' She is gone.
Marie and Kayla walk me to the arriving ambulance and the paramedic works on me as I tell the police a wild tale about a purse snatching gone terribly wrong. Marie rolls her eyes knowing full well the story is total bullshit. I decide to never tell them Kitten did this...I would never live it down. I let them think it was the bikers.
The cute paramedic and his bitch partner strap me to the stretcher and begin to load me into the ambulance when I see a face in the crowd watching curiously from across the street in Jackson Square.
I struggle and strain trying to fight my way off the gurney, but the paramedics restrain me. "BATGIRL!!!!" I scream...
Kayla and Marie look up in shock and see the blonde suddenly turn and run. I fight to free myself as my babysitter's take off after her. The paramedics finally get me in the ambulance. Just as the doors slam shut, I catch a glimpse of Batgirl as she flees toward St. Louis Cathedral with Kayla and Marie in hot pursuit.
To be continued....
THX alot for chapter 6 . Your writing and imaging is so good. I enjoy every sentence of this ongoing story a lot. I can realy see what happens.
Looking hopefully to the future and wait respectfull for more parts :)
Thanks for sharing this with the community
Best wishes
BF
this get better with every new chapter thanks
I sigh and roll my eyes as Marie B's smartass Canadian voice speaks behind me. "Jenn won't be happy about you giving us the slip and that those bikers beat you up again. So let's get you cleaned up. Who is your friend?"
I do try to look after you, its just the hired help isn't effective. Sorry J
Good post exciting story!
How 'bout dem TIGERS!!!
Joni, I said not to worry they were the best team and that was before Bama! lol
WOOOOO & Cheers!
T
Quote from: Jonica on November 25, 2011, 03:18:47 PM
Cool pic of the Cafe Du Mond, but it looks like I'm about to pass out in the gutter.
That has nothing to do with the picture.......it's the way you always look. :o
Keep the terrific story rolling, Joni.
Marie
You're doing great work, Joni. It's a very, very intriguing story arch. :)
Quote from: Marie B. on November 26, 2011, 02:49:10 PM
Quote from: Jonica on November 25, 2011, 03:18:47 PM
Cool pic of the Cafe Du Mond, but it looks like I'm about to pass out in the gutter.
That has nothing to do with the picture.......it's the way you always look. :o
Keep the terrific story rolling, Joni.
Marie
I preferred the pic of my kicking your butt in the hospital! >:(
Thanks, Marie!
:D
J
xoxo
Thanks for the kind words everyone! I plan to change direction a bit in the next few chapters. It may get a little more 'seasonal.'
;D
J
xoxo
Batgirl better watch out when Marie and I catch up with her - tee hee! :D ;)
Entertaining writing, J! ;D ;) :-*\
Hugs
Kayla
Quote from: Jonica on November 27, 2011, 03:26:26 AM
Thanks for the kind words everyone! I plan to change direction a bit in the next few chapters. It may get a little more 'seasonal.'
;D
J
xoxo
Weird AND Seasonal ... Great, I can see it now. Flying alligators pulling Santa's sleigh all over the Bayou! ;) ;D 8) :-*
xoxoxo
~L~
Quote from: truthordare on November 27, 2011, 05:32:46 PM
Jonica, from what I have seen in my still young time here, you're among the thin layer of cream at the top of the writing talent here. Creative storyline, top flight imagery. Thank you for your effort.
TOD
Thanks, TOD! That really means a lot! There are many quality writers here, and to be recognized with them is an honor. My main goal is to make readers smile with a little escapism. I really hope it worked and made you smile.
:-*
J
xoxo
Chapter 7
The days and weeks went by slowly as my aching body healed. Most days I sat in my apartment and felt sorry for myself. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad that Marie and Kayla didn't catch Batgirl that night in the Quarter. All I know is I miss her desperately.
Batgirl.
She saved my life. I don't know how to explain our relationship. It was magical. That is a great word for it. Many people would call us deviants or degenerates, but we did what we felt was right at that moment. We helped each other heal after terrible traumas. Our hearts were broken when we ran into each other on a fateful night last August...just after I returned from a trip to South Dakota that I can't seem to remember. What I do remember is Batgirl. She is the one person who helped me get begin to heal. The one who cleansed my soul. The one person who helped me try to get over Joe.
Joe.
Joe was my world prior to my ripping his to shreds. I regret what I did to him each and every day. But he said throughout it all that he loved me. Then he tore my poor heart in half when he said he was leaving me. He spit on it when he said the reason he was leaving was because of Kitten. After that I went on a wild bender through the Midwest that I cannot remember. The only images in my head are South Dakota, bikes, and Boom-Boom. I wish I knew what happened and why it is affecting my life. I can't even remember returning to New Orleans until the night I met Batgirl.
Batgirl.
She claims I saved her life, but I don't think she really knew the extent of what she means to me. She healed my broken heart. Then she ripped it to shreds the night she left. She left to save me from her former biker friends. She never spoke of her prior life, but I know she did some bad things too. That's why we are soulmates. Now she is on the run, and I am a prisoner in my own apartment.
"Marie, I want to visit my mother."
Marie is sitting across the room in a deep chair snoozing. I can't help but look at the former gymnast in fascination. She looks like a child-angel. Her blonde hair frames a small face that could rival any supermodels in sheer beauty. Her demeanor is calm...almost lazy...but she never seems out of control. Her body's incredible strength is hidden by her tiny size. At just 4'11" 95 lbs, she is the perfect gymnast. But she is the most vicious fighter I have ever run across. Marie has left a multitude of broken and beaten victims in her wake. Most of them underestimated her tiny size. They paid dearly. A little over a year ago we met for the first time and we have hated each other ever since. Maybe it's because we are both small. Maybe it's because we both have "win at all cost" attitudes. Or maybe we are attracted to each other. Who knows? On many occasions she has literally tried to cripple me. Just as many times, I have tried to hurt her.
Her icy blue eyes settle on me. I can't help but stare in her incredible body still clad in her lycra shorts and sports bra from her recent workout. "I thought you hate your mother. I can certainly understand why she hates you," she says with a smirk.
"Fuck you, Marie." I reply in a low voice. "I want to go visit her. Jenn says you have to stay with me...wherever I may be. Now I am going."
I get to my feet and head for the door. Exasperatedly, Marie says, "Let me shower and change clothes."
It's all I can do to keep myself from following her and stepping into the shower too.
A couple hours later, we arrive at a big house on the Bayou Teche near City Park in New Iberia. The house sits off the road close to the bayou. Pecan trees provide shade for the veranda where my mother sits on a porch swing. She squints as I get out of the car and rolls her eyes when she sees me. Although we hug and exchange pleasantries, the greeting is without warmth from either of us. We both blame the other for my father's death when I was 17.
"Why are you here, you?" My mother is a Cajun born and bred. She can interchange her language patterns from English to French to Cajun without skipping a beat...usually it's a mixture of the three. She grew up close to the Shadows Plantation in New Iberia. She has maybe spent 6 months of her life outside of Acadiana. Those few times were when the University of Louisiana, Lafayette played football out of state. She was a Ragin' Cajun cheerleader. She met my father on one such trip out of Louisiana. He was a quarterback for Arkansas State University and he was immediately smitten by the exotic beauty from the swamps of Louisiana. One thing led to another and less than a year later they were married. I guess this is where my attitude comes from...I'm half Acadiana Cajun and half Arkansas Peckerwood.
"I needed to get out of the city. I thought I would drop in to see you."
She settles her deep green eyes on me but says nothing for a moment. But then, "Well, that's mighty sweet of you....you lyin' little bitch. You ain't never come 'round here unless you want something."
Now it's my turn to be exasperated. "Momma, I wanted to see you. Nothing more. I'll leave if you want me to."
"Nah, stay. You always good for a laugh or two. Jus' tell me what it is you want."
"I don't want anything, Mamma."
"So you just came to visit poor ol' mamma in her old age, you?" She says with her quiet snicker that I have come to hate over the years. "That's bullshit, but I guess we can visit until you reveal why you here."
I think the reason we never got along is because we are so much alike. We can read each other like a book. I never understood why she hates me. I think it's because my father and I were so close. Did I ever mention I am a scratch golfer? I could have played on the LPGA Tour if my father hadn't died when I was young. I lost my competitive fire and drive. Momma claims my fire and drive is what drove my father to do himself in. The official cause of death was an accidental drug overdose. The whispers in the backroom were he committed suicide because he couldn't handle the pressures of raising a family, balancing a bevy of waitress/mistresses, and dealing with a demanding fiery Cajun wife. He died just before Christmas. Today is the anniversary of his death. I doubt the irony of me being here on this day is lost on momma. That's why she was sitting on the porch wiping away tears when Marie and I arrived. She used to sit on the swing every evening with my father. She never uses the swing anymore.
"Momma....."
I want to say something, but the words catch in my throat. I look down when her eyes meet mine.
"What is it, pischouette?"
I ignore the obvious insult but I can't say anything for a moment.
"Well, what is it you want, peeshwank?"
This time I can't ignore the comment. "Please don't call me that. Momma...I'm here to settle things about daddy with you. I want to make things right."
Her head whips around and she stares at me, her cheeks turning red. I know she hates me and I struck a nerve. She doesn't say anything for a few moments as if she is seeking the right words.
"Jonica, you know what today is right, you?" Her eyes take on a malevolence they only have when I am around. "We ain't talked about this since the man died, and you show up to day to 'make things right?'" The smirk is gone. "You know you my little pischouette...you always will be. I love you more than you know. But the only way we gonna make tings right about yo daddy is out behind the shed. You ready fo' dat, you?"
For the first time since I really was a pischouette, my mother has told me she loves me. I don't know whether to hit her or hug her. But she is right. There really is only one way for us to settle things. "Okay, momma, if that's what it takes...."
She looks at me with a mixture of animosity and adoration as she stands up and walks to the door. "Go tell your friend to come into the house. Get her something to drink and turn on the television for her....then meet me behind the shed." She disappears into the house and I walk to the car to fetch Marie.
A few minutes later I walk across the back yard toward dad's old tool shed. I knew the location she meant because this is where she would bring my sisters and me to 'settle our differences.' It's also where she would discipline us after we misbehaved. I guess that's what she has in mind for today.
I round the back corner of the shed and there she is standing in a flat spot devoid of grass under a pecan tree. She has just finished sweeping rotten pecan husks to form a clearing. Momma is small like me...only 5'2" but a little heavier...maybe 120 lbs. But she still has the body of a cheerleader at 52 years old. I have always been a little frightened of her...maybe because she completely took me apart when I was 17...just after my father died (the first time we decided to 'settle things').
"So you really want to 'settle things' huh?" Momma says as she slips off her sandals. She ties her blouse under her breasts and adjusts the waistband of her khaki shorts. "Ok, peeshwank, we settle things here and now."
I kick off my own sandals and tuck my t-shirt into the waistband of my denim shorts. When I look up, a quick right jab slams into my cheek knocking me off balance and onto my butt.
Cajun women have always been known for their heartiness and toughness. My mother is no exception. Who cares if Jenny Thibodeaux was married to John Desjarlais, the golf pro at New Iberia Country Club. Jenny is mean as Hell, and it doesn't matter if she is my mother or not. She fights to win. She always has.
I hit my butt and I know what is coming next...I've seen her do this before...so I roll to my right to avoid the heel of her foot with which she intends to decapitate me. But she has apparently seen this before. The top of her bare foot slams into my side with such force that I am nearly lifted off the ground. I fall onto my side and moan, but I try to push myself off the ground.
"You nothin' but a possede' little cocotte," she says almost without emotion as she grabs my hair and pounds my face and head into the ground. "Yo' papa' loved you da best and you shit on him. Dat why I hated you!" Her fingers tighten as she grinds my face into the ground. My legs kick wildly and my arms flail as my toes futilely kick at the ground. Bucking my hips, I manage to get to my knees and push enough to pitch her over my head. Her fingers still grasp my hair as she tumbles to the ground, but I immediately start throwing wild punches over my head trying to hit anything I can...which turns out mostly to be her arms.
"Maudit! Lil' Salope has some fight in her after all!"
She gets to her feet and keeps her hands in my hair. As she walks backwards she drags me off my knees belly first to the ground and tugs me into the pile of pecan husks. I try to push off the ground, but she gets behind me and straddles me again.
I knew the folly of coming out here. I knew the consequences of my actions. But this is one dark cloud that has hung over me for far too long. I have too many loose ends, and this one can be tied up pretty easily. As a matter of fact, that is exactly what it happening. But I do intend to get some licks in before it's over.
"I'm gonna kick yo' little ass, me!" She yells as she grinds my face into the pecan husks this time, but I manage to shift onto one side and elbow her in the chest. She gasps in shock but when she bends down to protect herself, I slam another elbow into her, this time into her chin. Finally, she rolls off me. I push myself up, and roll onto my side. My face is burning from scratches caused by the pecan husks. Momma is kneeling across the clearing staring at me. To my satisfaction, there is a small trickle of blood on her chin. I get to my feet, take a deep breath, and rush at her. My fists raised to cause damage as I plow into her. Just as I reach her, however, she sits back on her butt and drives the bottom of both feet into my belly. "OMMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!" I grunt then I am head over heels in the air as she flips me over her. I slam into the back oak wall of the shed with another "OMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!" then I land on the ground in a heap.
I open my mouth trying to pop my ears and get feeling back into my body. Shaking my head to clear it of cobwebs as I push off the ground, I am suddenly helped to my feet by a tug of the hair. "You wanted to 'settle things,' Couillon, where here we go." She rams the back of my head over and over into the back of the shed until my knees are sagging but she refuses to let me fall to the ground. She stops just before I black out but then she pins my head to the wall by grabbing my chin. Letting go of my hair, she pounds punch after punch into my belly.
"Are things settled yet, peeshwank?"
My body screams yes they are, but I have never been much known for common since. Through a cloudy haze, I hear myself say, "Fuck you, vielle!" and I lash out with weak punches aimed where I think her head is. I even feel a few of them land.
Now laughing at me, momma steps back and lets me drop to my knees. "So we ain't 'settled things' yet, us?" She stomps down on my shoulder blades until I am prone on the ground again. Grabbing my hair, she drags me to the middle of the clearing where she straddles my back again. Viciously yanking my head up until my entire upperbody is off the ground, she puts her left forearm around my throat and holds my body up as she lets my hair go. Using her right hand, she twists my head around by the chin. I feel her warm breath on my ear as she whispers, "Okay then, putain, I told you I love you more than anything in the world. But I brought you into dis' world and I can take you out of it, me. If things ain't settled between us now, then I'll just break your little neck, me. Now, are things settled between us?"
My mind races for something to say...any little smartass comment or insult, but for the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words. It may be momma's admission that she really does love me...or it could be the fact that she is twisting my neck so painfully that I know she meant what she said about breaking it. I slap the ground and gasp out, "Yes, momma...things are settled."
Immediately she lets me go and lets me flop to the ground. She pulls me up again, but this time tenderly. "Oh my dear negresse! Oh mi ami! I love you so much!" She cradles my head against her bosom for a few brief moments as we both weep. Finally, she lets go and stands up. "Go into the house...the back way, pischouette...and get cleaned up, you! I will make a big pot of shrimp etuffee for you and your friend, me!"
For the first time since I was 17, I truly believe momma and I have finally 'settled things.' I stand up and stagger to the house and clean up for dinner. Marie looks at the scratches and bruises on both momma and I, but she never brings them up. We leave the next day after spending a wonderful night in the huge old plantation house I grew up in.
To be continued....
You certainly have a mixed up fictional family.
Quote from: Jonica on November 27, 2011, 07:26:31 PMJust as I reach her, however, she sits back on her butt and drives the bottom of both feet into my belly. "OMMMMPPPPPHHHH!!!" I grunt then I am head over heels in the air as she flips me over her. I slam into the back oak wall of the shed with another "OMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!" then I land on the ground in a heap.
Ouch! Well, there's nothing like a good 'ol fight with Mamma to liven up a visit to the old homestead. ;)
And what a chapter! You have quite a talent for story-telling, Joni. In fact, it's marvelous how you combine a fine writing ability with your own unique brand of sluttiness.
Wow! :D
Quote from: Jonica on November 27, 2011, 07:26:31 PMAt just 4'11" 95 lbs.......
Last warning, bitch. I weigh
90 pounds. D'you hear me, you? >:(
Marie
Quote from: Marie B. on November 28, 2011, 02:36:07 AMQuote from: Jonica on November 27, 2011, 07:26:31 PMAt just 4'11" 95 lbs.......
Last warning, bitch. I weigh 90 pounds. D'you hear me, you? >:(
Marie
Well, you look like you might have put on five pounds or so.....
;D
Thanks, Marie! :-*
J
xoxo
Thanks a lot for chapter 7 You save my day with this :)
Your writing is sooooo good
Thx for this
BF
Quote from: Jonica on November 27, 2011, 03:24:28 AMI preferred the pic of my kicking your butt in the hospital! >:(
You mean this one?
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The dialogue is funny & great, and 'sorting things out' with mom; that's different! ::) ;D ;)
Hugs
kayla
Chapter 8
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Gemma Rox had a little difficulty adapting to a New Orleans way of life when she first came here. Of course she still considers the United Kingdom to be home, especially Cardiff, Wales. Once she got into the swing of the Big Easy lifestyle, however, she was a natural fit. I mean where else would ghouls and goblins congregate upon coming to America? She fits right in.
It is odd trying to explain our relationship. We have gone from trying to literally beat each other to a bloody pulp, to being partners, to being on and off lovers. I know I belittle her and talk about her behind her back, but in a strange way, I really like her. I even think deep down she cares for me too. But on the surface, we hate each other. At least that's the image we want people to see.
When Jenn hired us to do the evil deeds we do so well, she though we would make a terrific team. She was right. We are a great team! When we don't get in our own way...which we sometimes tend to do. Then the finger-pointing starts and we are at each others' throats.
Jenn looks across her desk at me for a long time, a quizzical look on her face. “You got into a fist fight? With your mother?” With a cynical, almost confused, expression in her eyes, “How the hell did that happen?”
I start to say something, but she cuts me off, “No...wait.” Holding up her hand, palm outward, “Stop. I really don't want to know.” I raise my eyebrows but she continues, “I'm sorry I asked. Let's move on.”
I sit back in my chair, but Jenn says under her breath, “Buncha damn rednecks.”
Jenn shakes her head and drops another Alka Seltzer into her water. “Look, I've got some information I want you two to check out.” Gemma and I both look away and focus on anything in the room but Jenn. “It has to do with those bikers and your Batgirl.” Suddenly my attention settles on Jenn with pinpoint accuracy. “There are rumors that Batgirl has been dancing at a club on Airline Highway. Some kind of a redneck looking joint called the 'Dew Drop Inn.' Joni, you should be right at home there.”
“How reliable is your information?” I say with a little more enthusiasm than I intended.
Jenn eyes me for a moment then replies, “Very good. Those bikers have been staking the place out. I think there may be something to it.”
My heart races as this news sinks in. This may be our best lead yet in finding Batgirl, but if the bikers already know about the place, we have to be careful not to arrive too late.
Reaching over to Gemma, I shove her shoulder and say, “Let's go!” with exuberance. She was half-asleep and almost fell out of the chair.” As we head to the door, Jenn calls us back, “Joni, find her and fix this. If you don't, I will.”
The ominous threat rings in my head as we drive out of downtown toward the airport. Airline Highway is like the stretch of road in every American city where pawn shops, car dealers, cheap motels, and the drug-addled lost souls call home. Between each car lot, there are restaurants, service stations, shade tree mechanics, and auto parts stores. There are also numerous bars and clubs that are usually filled with patrons all hours of the day. The Dew Drop Inn was one of the seedier nightspots. Oddly enough, there were only two cars in the parking lot when Gemma and I arrived.
“I don't like this babes.” Gemma says as she gets out of the car. I walk behind her to the front door...I can't help but admire her in her black tee, jeans, and boots. The front door of the club is open and we walk on in. There is no hostess at the greeter's podium, nor are there any bouncers. I ease the vinyl covered door open and peer around the interior. Inside, a short stage covers three walls of the bar. On the stage directly across from where I stand is a brass pole. No one seems to be in the dark room. But our attention is immediately drawn to a large bowl shaped object in the middle of the room. The bowl is covered with a slippery blue liner.
“Looks like oil wrestling tonight,” Gemma says with a giggle. I guess that is an oil wrestling ring. I wouldn't know. I've mud wrestled a few times, but we did that in mud puddles back in the Atchafalya Basin.
We walk into the room and stare into the oil pit with curiosity. I never notice the door behind us open and close until a pistol touches my cheek.
“Don' do nuthin' stupit, you.”
I try really hard not to do anything stupid. A glace at Gemma shows that she isn't wanting to do anything stupid either. Especially considering the sawed-off shotgun pressed into her back.
“What you two bitches want?”
“We...uh...we're...uh....looking for someone,” I manage to stammer.
“My my, looks like you found someone, you did! Turn around.”
I slowly turn around, making sure to keep my hands away from my small purse. The large Cajun behind me yanks my purse away and opens it. “Well, lookie here, boss! Lil' girl is packing a big gun.”
I blush a little as my Baby Glock is pulled from my purse and given to a rather large black man walking up behind the Cajun. Gemma is the roughly frisked and the other Cajun finds her Walther PPK (just like James Fuckin' Bond, I say to myself).
The black man takes that gun too and looks at both of us with curiosity. “Now why would two fine young ladies such as yourselves come to MY club armed with pistols?” The man asks with an accent I can't quite place. New Jersey? New York? Somewhere like that, I think to myself. “Are you cops?”
“Dey ain't got no badges, boss.” The first Cajun says.
The black man hands the pistols to the first Cajun and says, “Thanks boys, I can handle things from here. The Cajun takes the pistols and leaves through what would almost be an invisible door next to one of the stages. His partner is behind him. That must be how they sneaked in behind us, I think to myself.
“Okay, now who are you looking for?”
I take a long look at the man, and I am immediately intimidated by his size. It's not that he's tall, he is just HUGE! He looks like he is carved out of a chunk of granite. It's obvious he is no stranger to a weight room. He is also incredibly handsome. I could imagine him as a body builder on ESPN or as a serial killer holding a bloody knife.
“We are looking for Batgirl,” I reply as Gemma looks at me. For once in here life she is perfectly content to let me lead the conversation.
The black man tilts his head sideways and with a sly glint in his eyes, “She hasn't been here in awhile. I don't know where she is.”
He is lying but if I call him on it he could pinch my head off. But I miss Batgirl. “You're lying. Where is she? Is she in the building?” I turn to walk toward the door the two Cajuns left through, but the muscular man grabs my arm. “You ain't going no where, missy.”
I try to yank away from him, but he grabs on tighter. With one flip of his wrist, he forces me to sit in a ringside chair. “Stay there bitch.” He turns to Gemma and says, “And where you going, Margaret Thatcher?”
Gemma was sneaking toward the main entrance. Most likely she planned to ditch me although she says she was going to call for help. I don't know whether to believe her or not. She is soon sitting in the chair next to me. The black hulk looms over both of us like an ominous bird of prey stalking his victims.
“Who told you Batgirl was at my club?”
I can't tell him how I found out, Jenn would have all of us killed, but I have to think of something fast. “A hooker told me.”
“What hooker?”
“I don't know her name.”
“Bullshit.”
“She's not lying,” Gemma adds.
“What does this hooker look like?”
Images of a million prostitutes race through my mind and I blurt out, “She's a Creole with long hair.”
The huge man cocks his head sideways with a strange expression on his face. I realize I described a hooker he may know. Oh fuck!
“Is that so? Well, Batgirl isn't here. By the way, I know who sent you, and I know why. Your biker friends aren't getting her back. If you fuck with me, I will have all of you chopped into fish chum and tossed into the river.”
The look of sincerity on his face causes me to turn ghostly white.
“We aren't bikers,” I say, “Look at us, do we look like bikers?”
He eyes me from head to toe and finally replies, “You don't, but she does,” he turns his head towards Gemma. I look at her tattoos and I know what he means.
“Look, we really aren't bikers. We want to find Batgirl because she is my friend. Well, maybe more than I friend,” I blush.
Suddenly a light bulb goes off in his brain. “Is your name Joni?”
I don't know whether to lie or tell the truth. We don't carry identification when we are on the job for Jenn. But something in his eyes tells me it might be best to tell the truth. “Yes, my name is Joni.”
“Batgirl said you would come looking for her.”
“Then you know where she is?”
“Yes I do, but she also said not to tell you.”
My heart sinks because I know I will never get it out of him. I look around for an angle to try and use but nothing comes to mind....until I look at the oil pit. “When are you having oil wrestling?”
“Tonight, why?”
“If I can beat your champion will you tell me where Batgirl is?”
“Well, that is an interesting offer.” He says with a mischievous grin, “But Batgirl is our champion.”
I sigh in desperation and slump into the chair. A single tear runs down my cheek.
Suddenly I see a softer side of this hulk emerge. “I tell you what though. One of my girls is in the back. If you and Spuds can beat her, then I will give you a hint where Batgirl is. That's the only offer you will get.”
I immediately nod my agreement.
The man disappears for a few minutes and Gemma and I argue, of course.
“She's your fucking girlfriend!”
“You heard Jenn! We have to find her.”
“Only because of you!”
“Fuck you, Gemma!”
“Oh, I’m going to babes, count on it.”
I start to get up and slap Gemma, but the door opens and the club owner emerges with a rather beautiful blonde wearing a black robe following him. “Ladies…ladies…calm down and meet your opponent. This is Chrissy. Chrissy, meet Joni and…uh, Spuds. You can call her Margaret Thatcher.”
“My name is Gemma, mother fucker.”
“Didn’t I tell you, Chrissy? Plenty of attitude from these two. Now let’s get you oiled up.”
I watch in reverent awe as the blonde removes the robe and lets it drop to the floor. All she is wearing is a white thong and a smile. She winks at me then steps into the oil pit. I can’t believe what I’m seeing as the black man opens a bottle of baby oil and rubs it all over the blonde’s incredibly fit body. She almost coos as he caresses every inch (and I mean EVERY inch of her flesh) with the warm oil.
“Well, you two gonna oil up?” He looks at Gemma and me with a sly smile. She and I look at each other and Gemma shrugs then begins removing her tee. We strip down to our undies…Gemma in a dark red thong, and me in lime green Hanes Her Way cotton panties. I suddenly feel inadequate compared to Gemma and the blonde.
“Well, you two gonna get in here, or not?”
Gemma and I shrug again and step into the oil pit. We look at the black hulk who laughs and says, “Oil up bitches!” and tosses me the bottle of baby oil. We awkwardly rub the oil on each other, and I must say the sensation of touching Gemma’s flawless body isn’t entirely unpleasant. The feel of her powerful (but soft) hands on my body excites me in ways I could never describe. Soon we are both oiled up and staring at the blonde as the black hulk goes over the rules….
“The rules are their ain’t no damn rules. It’s two on one until both of you are pinned, or Chrissy is pinned.”
I look at him quizzically, “What do you mean no rules?”
“He means this, bitch,” the blonde says before hulk can respond, then she kicks me in the belly while I’m not looking.
“OWW FUCK!!” I scream and double over but Gemma is already moving. She grasps at the blonde’s waist but slides off and falls to the floor of the oil pit. The blonde has her sights squarely on me. Her fist lands hard between my shoulder blades as I double over, and her knee lift into my chin knocks me out of the pit completely. I can hear the hulk laughing as I land hard on my back with lights swirling behind my eyes. This isn’t quite what I was expecting when I thought of oil wrestling.
I lie on my back moaning and gasping for air when I hear Gemma scream, “Watch it you nasty whore!” Then I grunt as she lands on top of me. Her breasts mushroom on mine as we lie facing each other, “I’m gonna kill that blonde slut!” she growls as she gets to her feet. I hear her get back into the oil pit, then “OWWW FUCK!!” and she lands on me again.
This time she rolls off me onto her side. The hulk and the blonde find this extremely amusing. “I think we’re in trouble babes,” Gemma says as she gets to her knees. I finally catch my breath and sit up as Gemma climbs back into the pit. The blonde rushes her but this time Gemma is ready. She drops to one knee and the blonde grasps empty air. Gemma fires a one-two combo into Chrissy’s exposed belly. The blonde grunts and falls onto her butt. Gemma launches a side kick at her head that would decapitate Chrissy if it were to land. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. The blonde leans back as the foot narrowly misses her chin. She sweeps her legs outward and knocks Gemma back to her butt with a thud.
Her next kick explodes into Gemma’s chest, knocking the tattooed girl almost out of the pit again. But I am on my feet by this time. Chrissy apparently thought I was out of the fight because she looks shocked when I dive into the pit and slam my shoulder into her side. We collapse into a heap on the floor of the oil pit and I slam punch after punch into the blonde’s side and back. Soon she is gasping and screaming for me to get off her. I grab her hair and slam it into the pit wall, but she throws a wild elbow that catches me on the left ear. For the second time I see stars and bright lights. I roll off my opponent but I am soon pulled to my feet by the hair and hoisted to chest level by the blonde. She effortlessly tosses me on top of Gemma. Both of us lie on the oil pit floor moaning. I hear her coming, but I can’t move. The blonde’s butt smashes into my back and knocks the wind out of both of us. She rolls me over onto my belly, and puts me across Gemma…our bellies touching. She puts her foot on my back and I hear the hulk count to three then declare Chrissy the winner.
The blonde dances a little victory jig in the oil pit then strips both of us of our undies. I can’t believe how humiliating this is! Plus I lost my chance to find out where Batgirl is. Dejectedly, I sit up and stare into the pit until the hulk says, “You two losers can clean up in the dressing room behind the stage. He is laughing as we gather our clothes and head that way.
Neither of us speaks as we use towels to wipe the oil off our skin. I want to cry, but I manage to hold the tears back.
“Joni, I’m sorry.”
My eyes lift slowly to meet hers and I can’t stop the tears this time. The flow down my cheeks as she cradles my head against her bare tummy.
“We’ll find her, I promise.”
My hands go to her hips and I pull her closer. Before I know it, I have pulled her into my lap. My lips part and I kiss her throat. She runs her fingers through my hair and our eyes meet. Using her thumbs, she wipes the tears off my cheeks. I can no longer control myself. My lips go to hers and we clutch each other in a mutual embrace. She shifts around in the chair so that she has both knees on either side of me. Her body pins mine to the chair as we kiss passionately. My hands caress down her shoulders, down her back, and onto her bare butt. I pull her closer until we are entire bodies are touching. As if on cue we begin grinding against each other.
A short time later, our drained bodies separate and I lie back in the chair gasping. Heat leaves my body as I watch the full body blush leave Gemma’s flesh. She sits up and kisses me hard on the lips, “We’ll find her sweetie, that’s my promise to you,” she whispers then stands up.
I am startled from my reverie when the hulk walks in clapping, “Damn! Now THAT was an impressive display!” he says pointing at the two-way mirror on one wall. “If there is nothing else you two need, you are free to leave.”
I bite my lip to keep from asking, knowing full well he will never tell me where Batgirl is now. But Gemma takes care of the problem for me. She walks over to the muscular man she shoves him as hard as she can. Much to my surprise, he stumbles and falls backwards into another chair behind him. Before he can react, Gemma is on him tearing at his shirt until his powerful chest is exposed. I get out of my chair and go to help when I realize what she is doing. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants and pull them off one leg at a time. We coax him onto the carpet where Gemma straddles his hips with a gasp, “OHHH…hello big boy!” and I straddle his chest pressing my crotch to his chin.
A short, sweaty, screaming time goes by and my body finally relaxes. For the second time today, I feel completely satisfied and totally drained. We get up and begin to dress. The hulk finally breaks the silence and says, “She’s in a safe house across the river in Algiers. The address is…..
Holy Shit!
I couldn't have asked for a better gift after my holiday than to come home to read all that! every chapter is wonderful and the way you hint at previous stories and works is superb. if you've never read a Jonica tale then you can surely enjoy this work but if you've been blessed with reading her previous stuff then you're in heaven reading this!
I'm shitting myself thinking how I'm going to follow this....
x G x
I'm from Algiers... I have a house there... :o
This story is really, really hitting close to home lol. Great job, as always. I hope your real job also involves a lot of writing or teaching it. A lot of people could benefit from your skills and those of the others here. 8)
Just a little Alt Fan Art for my babe :D
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if that head was the strawberry, I guess it's A Clockwork Strawberry Jam now ;D 8)
Mud wrestling? What next? A pillow fight or throwing each other with eggs? ::) ;D TEE HEE! :D
Great cover poster for the story by Gemma! ;)
Hugs
Kayla
Joni,
I never would have thought that night in the grass 'n gravel in Sturgis would take us on this wild insane bizarre wonderful scary mind-blowing adventure down the twisted road of your imagination! It's an honor for me just to be along for the ride! I can't wait to find out where the next wicked curve takes us!
MORE! MORE! MORE!
huggggzzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~
BTW, every time I look at a strawberry now, a cold chill runs down my spine. Thank you SO much for that! :) ;) :D ;D :P
Chapter 9
“I can't believe this Jenn! Anyone in the world but her!”
“You're whining again, Jonica.”
“I'm not whining. I'm complaining.”
“Whatever. I'm not changing my mind.”
“Please Jenn! She hates me!”
I glare back and forth between Jenn...who is sitting behind her regal desk (on her regal ass)...and the girl from South Dakota...who has promised to do physical harm to me for something I did at Sturgis. Something I can't even remember. I hate my life.
“I have hired her, Jonica. You will train her. She is in your care. Don't let anything happen to her,” Jenn says as she gets off her regal ass and heads toward the door.
“But Jeeeeennnnnnnn.......” I whine, “She threatened me!”
Jenn stops at the door and turns to look at us. “Joni, Laurie told me what happened in South Dakota. I would want to get even too.”
“But what even happened in South Dakota?”
“She told me you don't remember,” Jenn says with a laugh, “That would make me want to beat your ass even more.”
“That's easy for you to say.....since you're the one who mistook me for a 57 year old, dead reporter.”
“Don't piss me off Jonica. Now go get Batgirl and bring her here. I would very much like to discuss somethings with her.”
The mention of Batgirl stops the discussion dead in its tracks. The implied threat isn't lost on me neither. Jenn is sick of hearing about Batgirl and bikers. I fear what she has in mind if I do, in fact, bring her here. I'm really not as dumb as I look.
I turn around and, “OH FUCK!!!”
Laurie is standing so close behind me that I nearly crash into her, but we are suddenly nose to nose. Although she is a little shorter than me, we stare into each others' eyes for a long moment. The amused look on her face belies the intensity of her disdain for me. A fire burns deep behind her green eyes, and the fire is fueled by her hatred for me.
“Jenn said she will personally see to it that I get a chance to settle the score with you, peeshwank. I so can't wait for when that time comes,” she says with a smirk.
I stare at her wondering what is the root of this malevolence. I must have done something terrible for her to hate me so bad. But I have no time to dwell on this now. I must find Batgirl.
“We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Come on. We have things to do.”
I turn away from Laurie, but I am suddenly yanked back around by the shoulder. We are nose to nose again. The intensity in her eyes is so fierce I try to step back, but she grabs both of my shoulders and holds me so tight I can feel her fingers digging into my skin. She leans forward as if to kiss me, but she runs her tongue from the point of my chin, across my mouth, to the tip of my nose. Slapping her hands away, I pull back and slap her hard with my right hand.
The slap is hard enough to knock her glasses from her face. I expect an attack but it doesn't come. She simply picks up her glasses, makes sure they aren't broken, puts them back on, then slowly rubs the hand print of her cheek. “That is added to your list of sins. You have a lot atoning to do, bitch. Jenn says I'll get a chance to make this right real soon. Now let's go get your precious Batgirl.”
I want to say some smartass retort, but this is one of the few times in my life that I am totally speechless. Jenn ordered me to show her how this organization works, but it is me following her out the door to meet the others for a trip to Algiers.
We cross the Crescent City Connection across the wide, middy Mississippi River late that afternoon and head for an address in the heart of Algiers. Algiers is in the 15th Ward...one of the 17 wards which make up the city of New Orleans...and is most famous for having the warehouses where the festive Mardi Gras floats are stored. A quaint section of a not so quaint city, Algiers is one of the most feared parts of New Orleans, although I think it gets a bad rap. Some of the best Creole restaurants in southeastern Louisiana are found here, along side some of the best architecture the city has to offer...although the neighborhood still bears the scars of the Great Algiers Fire of 1895.
But the history of one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city is the farthest thing from my mind. I am almost giddy...but also fearful...as I get nearer to a reunion with Batgirl.
She fiercely protested, but we decided that Gemma should not drive the van we are in. That chore fell to Kayla...since she is perhaps the only one of us who doesn't get easily distracted while driving. Marie is also a capable driver, but we forgot to bring a stack of phone books for her to sit on....the mere suggestion of which, by me, nearly caused a vicious brawl in the parking garage. Good thing Kayla was there to stop us. Marie and I would have probably killed each other.
But we make it to the location in one piece. None of us are international spies, but each of us is smart enough to know that we can't park in front of the door and storm the place...even though I would love to do that more than anything. I want to kick the door down, grab Batgirl, choke her nearly out, then hold her tighter then I have ever held anyone in my life.
We park a block over and walk through backyards until we find the place we are looking for. We scare a bunch of kids, a couple old women, and almost get eaten by a pitbull...who refuses to accept Marie as a sacrifice, I might add. But we make it to our destination as a group.
The address is a small house on a relatively quiet street. It was described as a 'safe house' by the black hulk, but I really don't want to take any chances on finding out just how 'safe' it is. There is no obvious activity around the small house, and there are no signs of life, but that doesn't mean anything...it is a safe house after all. The windows have been tinted nearly black.
We decide on a course of action. Since she is most nimble, we decide to send the former gymnast...she's also the smallest target...to try the backdoor. As she sneaks her way across the backyard, Kayla has to restrain me from chunking a rock at the little blonde. Marie makes it across the yard, and to my surprise, she tries the knob on the back door, and it swings open.
We make our way silently across the empty backyard. One by one we enter the house. Five women on a mission. For some reason, Kayla holds me back and makes me enter next to last. I guess she doesn't want me rushing Batgirl when we run into her. It would suck to run into a machine gun nest, I guess. The house is so small that clearing it only takes a few seconds. My heart drops when I realize she isn't here. No one is. The house is deserted. Obviously, whoever was here left in great haste. But it was long before we got here. The black hulk tipped them off that we were coming.
“Well, well, well. Look who's here girls.”
I don't recognize the voice, but I know who it is instantly. I clench my teeth and turn around to see Gemma, Laurie, Kayla, and Marie being held at gunpoint by six leather clad bikers...one of whom is the muscular giant I hit with the banjo. Her eyes burn with intensity and hatred as she stares at me. But she is the least of my worries at the moment. The biggest threat facing me is the tall blonde who beat the shit out of me in the Quarter a little while back. The one who smashed my ribs, gave me a concussion, and left me hospitalized for nearly a week. I believe her name is Rylie, and she is standing in front of me slowly taking off her leather jacket.
“Get up bitch. You're coming with us,” She says. I look around bewildered wondering who she is talking to, then it hits me. She is talking to me.
“I'm not going anywhere with you.”
A sly smile creases her lips as she hands her jacket to one of other bikers. “Yeah, you are. You are going to keep us company until we find Batgirl.
Anger flushes my cheeks. I deeply care for Batgirl, and I desperately want to see her again, but I will not be used as bait to trap her.
“Fuck you! Find her yourself. I will never help you trap her!” I scream angrily.
Rylie just laughs. “I was hoping you would say that. The harder things are on you the better they will be for me.” Her icy blue eyes bore into me like twin lasers. “I could tell you your friends will die one by one until you decide to come with me, but that would be too easy. Instead, I am going to make you come with us. Even if I have to carry you out of here unconscious. You've fucked with me for the last time.”
Now what kind of chance would I have against a monster like Rylie? She is at least 8 inches taller than me and most likely 40 or more pounds heavier. Plus she has a reputation for being vicious to the point of being sadistic. Batgirl is terrified of her...although she would never admit it.
I watch in stunned silence as my partners are bound and gagged to watch the festivities. Rylie wastes no time grabbing for me when the others are secured. I don't know why, but as she grabs for me, I suddenly knee her in the crotch and run for the door.
Too bad that doesn't work out very well. I only make it three steps before I am clubbed to the floor with a wicked forearm to the back of the head. Rylie's sadistic laughter echoes off the wall.
“Leave her alone. I'm the one you want.”
My heart nearly jumps into my throat and I scramble on the floor trying to find the voice. Just as I locate her, I try to push up but a wave of pain slams into my head and a heavy boot shoves me face-first back to the floor and pins me there.
“I said leave her alone Rylie.” Batgirl's voice sounds like a sweet melody to me, but Rylie simply laughs.
“Well, well, well. Look who returned for her precious little girlfriend.” Rylie's taunts cut the air like a knife. I manage to look up and finally locate Batgirl standing in the very door we came through. She walks into the room. She is dressed normally...for a change...no halter top, no short skirt, no nylons, no stilettos, and certainly no trademark cape. But she looks like an angel in a blue Abercrombie tee she stole when she left me and jeans.
“I'm the one you want, Rylie. Leave her be.”
My eyes meet Batgirl's and she has a look of concern. She knows Rylie better than I do. She looks worried, but also oddly confident.
“Make me leave her alone.” Rylie sneers. “If you didnt notice, we have a little advantage in numbers.” For the first time, I detect a little nervousness in Rylie's voice. She emphasizes her point by pressing down on my spine until I squeal.
Batgirl rushes toward her as I cry out, but another voice stops everyone in their tracks.
“No, you're wrong. The numbers are decidedly on our side.”
We all look around at once...except Batgirl. The Bad Bitch of Rue Bourbon is standing in the entryway. Behind her is a small army of her 'associates,' including the now freed Gemma, Laurie, Marie, and Kayla. The rest of the bikers are prone on the floor with their hands tied behind their backs. Gemma is staring at Rylie's boot as it presses against my spine.
“You see, Rylie. Ashley did the right thing coming to me. But she wants to end this herself. I want you carved into fish chum and dumped in the Gulf, but Ashley is very persuasive. Since I am a sporting woman, the only way you walk out of her with Ashley is through her. I'll let the rest of your...ahem...gang go in a few hours. But make no mistake, either way you are done in New Orleans. Do you understand?”
Jenn's words aren't open to debate, and Rylie apparently realizes that. “But if I win, Batgirl leaves with me?”
“That is totally between the two of you. I have laid out my terms. There will be no room for discussion. Now get your foot off my associate, or I will take it off at the knee.”
Rylie's boot lifts off my back, and I begin to scramble to my feet and run to Batgirl. Rylie's back then blocks my path.
“What about it Ashley? If I win do you leave with me?”
I try to look around Rylie to see Batgirl's response. Her words cut me to the bone.
“I am going to break your back for hurting Joni, but yes, if you win, I will leave with you.”
I begin to protest, but Jenn's hand pulls me from the room and behind her where I can't interfere. One stern look guarantee's that I will do as I am told.
I watch as Ashley kicks off her sandals. She doesn't want a broken ankle. Her long blonde hair flows past her shoulders and her deep blue eyes glare at Rylie with obvious hatred. Ashley is five inches taller than me, but Rylie still towers over her by at least four inches. I know first hand how strong Batgirl is. But I also know she is as gentle as a kitten. My heart sinks because I know she will be leaving with Rylie. Tears fill my eyes and stream down my face because I will never see her again.
Batgirl and I lock eyes one last time and a look of sadness flashes through them. I already feel awful, but then I feel even worse when Ashley takes this opportunity to slam her heavy booted foot down on top of Batgirl's bare right foot and hammer a hard left hook into her side. Batgirl's scream fills the house and rips my heart into two pieces.
Ashley's scream dies and it's replaced by Rylie's laughter as she grabs a handful of blonde hair and yanks her foe backwards as she tries to hop away. A heavy fist slams into the smaller blonde's kidneys and she drops to her knees. But Rylie has her hand tangled deep in her victim's hair. She yanks her halfway up then drives a knee viciously into Ashley's back. The blow knocks her forward, but Rylie holds her up by the hair.
Rylie half turns and stares at me for a second. The look on her face tells me exactly what she is trying to convey...this is my bitch. I own her. Tears fill my eyes again. I want to look away but I can't.
Rylie leans down and whispers something in Batgirl's ear. The smirk leaves her face when Ashley bucks hard and drives an elbow backwards into the bridge of Rylie's nose.
Rylie grunts and falls backwards from the blow. She releases her grip on Batgirl's hair, but I can see blonde strands tangled around her long fingers. I want to cut Rylie's heart out, but Jenn is looking at me. I stand perfectly still.
Ashley gets to her feet and cautiously approaches the dangerous Rylie. She crouches into a boxer's stance and raises her fists like a pro. Two short jabs hammer onto Rylie's chin. The tall blonde staggers back farther and I feel some hope. But then Ashley screams out and staggers backwards as Rylie's heavy boot slams into her shin...just below the knee.
Batgirl howls in shock and pain and dances backwards but she doesn't leave her feet. Rylie gets to her feet and checks her finger for blood. Seeing none, she lifts her fists to mirror Ashley and slowly circles. The two exchange exploratory blows for a few moments, then Rylie suddenly steps in and grabs the smaller woman in a side headlock.
With a twist of her hips, Rylie hip tosses Batgirl onto her back almost effortlessly. Ashley's barefeet flip over her head and flail through the air until she grunts from the hard impact with the floor. Rylie rocks on top of her and the audience can hear the air being pushed from Batgirl's lungs. I cringe as Rylie smiles evilly at me. I know the end is near, and Ashley will be leaving my life forever.
Ashley's feet slap the carpeted floor in frustration at the ease she is being handled with. I can see the frustration in her eyes, but also some determination as her wonderful mind races looking for a way out. She begins kicking her feet wildly and bucking her hips. Rylie shifts onto her side to try and force Ashley's hips back to the floor, and I works. Rylie is toying with her now. But Batgirl has a plan up her sleeve. When Rylie leans onto her side, she turns right into Ashley's rising hand. Her fingers gouge deeply into Rylie's eyes.
The taller blonde screams in fear and pain as Ashley sinks her fingers in. Her headlock now broken, she scoots on her hips away from the smaller girl, but Ashley is already working her way to her knees. Standing up, she hammers a knee into the back of Rylie's head. The blow resounds throughout the room with a loud 'thunk.'
Rylie's eyes roll back in her head and she falls forward. But Ashley isn't finished. She kicks the unconscious woman over and over in the back, shoulder, belly, chest, and head. When she tires of this, she straddles Rylie, tangles her hands in her hair and bangs her head off the floor for several moments, as if to make sure she is beaten. Everyone in the room simply stares at the spectacle in amazement. I am simply glowing from the knowledge Batgirl won't be leaving me forever.
Finally, Jenn steps in and puts her hand on Batgirl's shoulder, “Ashley. She's had enough,” she says softly. Ashley looks at her as if not comprehending, but she releases Rylie's head let's it thump to the floor.
We clean up all out belongings and prepare to leave the house. Batgirl and I hug each other the entire time. I have finally found her.
An hour later we are back at Jenn's headquarters in the Garden District. Jenn explains how she came to the safe house that night. It seems that Batgirl and the black hulk's tough guys spotted the bikers an hour or so before we arrived. They decided the only safe places they could go would either be to the police or to Jenn.
They chose wisely.
To be continued.....
You have to pay for a whole seat but you're only gonna use the edge of it! :D
superb stuff honey! absolutly superb!!! And Laurie is your understudy now?!?!?! NEVER saw that twist coming! (then again... when do you ever see a Jonica twist coming?)
x G x
Quote from: Jonica on December 01, 2011, 05:51:09 AM"Dey ain't got no badges, boss." The first Cajun says.
Badges? They don't need no stinking badges!
Super chapter, Joni. :)
Marie
Quote from: Gemma Rox on December 06, 2011, 09:30:58 PM
And Laurie is your understudy now?!?!?! NEVER saw that twist coming! (then again... when do you ever see a Jonica twist coming?)
x G x
"Understudy"? Is that a comment about my height....or lack of height? ??? >:(
Joni, it just keeps getting better 'n better!!! No pressure, babes, but I'm waiting VERY impatiently for the next chapter! ;) :D
BTW, I really love the irony of me calling you a 'peeshwank'! Was I on my tiptoes when I said it?
hugggzzz 'n xoxo
~L~
Yeah, Rylie, the 'monster' defeated, and you & batgirl are together! ;D ;) What's next, I wonder? ::)
Oh, and I am a good driver IRL - LOL! ;) :D
Hugs
Kayla
Thank you very much for chapter 8 and 9 . You write so good. Please go on my friend :)
Chapter 10
"But Joni it's almost Christmas. He says he has a family!"
"Laurie, he doesn't have a family. He's a scumbag who's been running around the Quarter robbing and stealing from families for twenty years."
"Dat ain't true! I did none that me!"
"Shut up Cooter."
"Please tell Mz Jenn dat I pay her nex' week Mz Joni!"
"Shut up Cooter."
"But...."
"Shut up Cooter."
The truth is Cooter has been running around the Quarter robbing and stealing for the last twenty years. It's also a well known fact that he's a pedophile. That is something that isn't taken lightly on the streets of New Orleans, nor in the Cajun community around Morgan City where Cooter grew up and learned his nefarious trade. It was only a matter of time until he would up hog-tied on a warehouse floor with a pistol stuck to the back of his head. The good thing is I was the one who hog-tied him. The bad thing is Jenn insisted that Laurie be the one to deal with Cooter under our black flag. I very much wish it were me. I hate pedophiles.
"Buuuuttttt Mz Joni....puhleeeeeeze......"
"Shut up Cooter."
Laurie looks a little green around the gills. I told Jenn she isn't up for this line of work. I guess I was right. Although I think she would love to turn the .38 special revolver on me. I think she would have no qualms at all about that.
"Do it Laurie so we can get out of here. The gangs from the Desire hang out around these warehouses at night. We don't have that much ammo."
"Ok Joni, but look at this poor guy! He looks pitiful. I think he really will pay Jenn."
I sigh in exasperation. "Laurie, he has had every opportunity to pay Jenn. He told Gemma a month ago that he would pay Jenn the next day. He's had until now to take care of it. Just do it and get it over with."
"I don't know Joni. This just seems wrong."
"Give me the damn gun and I'll do it."
"No, no, I will."
"Please don' kill me Mz Joni! I promise I'll have Mz Jenn paid nex' week!"
"Shut up Cooter."
Cooter starts whining more and more but a kick to the ribs silences him. Instead of whining he starts whimpering. "If you can't do it, Laurie, then give me the gun and walk out of the building."
"I..i..it's not that I don't want to let Jenn down...I...I...I've just never done anything like this before...."
(sighing) "I know Laurie. Give me the gun," I say stepping in front of Cooter, I reach my hand out for the pistol, "Did I tell you how much Cooter likes little boys in diapers?"
BOOM
The shot lights the semi-dark room and I am suddenly showered with blood and brain matter. I gasp in horror and recoil backwards just as Laurie drops the already recoiling pistol.
"DAMN IT LAURIE! Couldn't you wait until I was out of the fucking way?!?!" I scream as gore drips from my chin onto my gray shirt.
Laurie looks like she has seen a ghost. Her face is pasty and pale as a sheet...her eyes as wide as saucers under her glasses. Her pretty face looks clouded and close to rain, but she suddenly starts giggling. She looks down at Cooter's body and giggles more. She even giggles when she looks at the remains of her victim's empty brain pan. She breaks into gales of laughter when she sees the contents of Cooter's brain pan sprayed all over my face and clothes.
"Let's get the fuck out of her. With my luck the cops will show up and I'm covered in fucking brains."
Laurie is still laughing as I lead her to the car.
Chapter 11
"What exactly did this Cooter guy do?" Laurie asks as we drive down I-10 toward Lafayette, hoping to get as far away from the city as we can before Cooter's body is found.
I sit in next to her in my bra and panties still trying to clean Cooter from my face and hair. It would be a hell of a time trying to explain this to a state trooper if we were to be stopped. "Pay attention to your speed, Laurie."
Laurie glances at the speedometer and slows to the speed limit. "Why did we have to kill him?"
I look at the side of Laurie's head for a long moment before responding. It would be easy to say 'because we were paid well to kill him,' but I'm all out of smart-ass remarks for the time being. "A long time ago Cooter broke into an old woman's apartment. She was in the bed. He robbed and raped her. She died a couple days later. Cooter denies he did it, but everyone knew he did. Except the cops couldn't prove it. A few days later he broke into a warehouse and stole a bunch of stuff. The place belonged to Jenn. She made him an offer to pay her back and leave New Orleans. That was last year. His number ran out. Pull over up here so I can dig something to wear out of the trunk."
Laurie doesn't say anything more but she pulls into an interstate rest area. We park behind a utility building and I get out wearing nothing more but my bra, panties, and a smile. Laurie pops the trunk and I start rummaging through it. I hear Laurie walk up behind me and shine a flashlight into the trunk to help, but there is really nothing to wear. I grab a couple towels and turn to wrap them around me. I look straight down the barrel of the snub nose pistol Jenn gave Laurie.
One look tells me that I misjudged her. The look on her face is dangerous. Maybe something clicked when she pulled the trigger earlier. Or maybe she just hates me this much. I feel my insides turn to water, and it is all I can do to keep from peeing myself.
"Get in the trunk Joni."
Something tells me that this isn't time for questions or lengthy speeches. I slowly climb into the trunk. Laurie closes the lid, gets back in the driver's seat, and I feel the car gather speed as we get back on the interstate.
To be continued.....
Oooooohhhh!!! Giggling Laurie is terrifying! I like ;D and splattering you with brains is a good thing, you're sorely lacking in that department...
WRITE FASTER!
x G x
Quote from: Gemma Rox on December 09, 2011, 07:50:08 PM
Oooooohhhh!!! Giggling Laurie is terrifying! I like ;D
WRITE FASTER!
x G x
BE AFRAID.....BE VERY AFRAID!
xoxoxo
~L~
PS -- I endorse Gemma's post.....WRITE FASTER!!!
wonderful start!
Congrats on a continuing story and 100 posts, Joni! Welcome to that distinct club lol
Hi Joni!
Your story is MARVELOUS just as you are!!!
Cheers & Luv!
Tony
xoxo
Uh, uh, looks like trouble's coming - reminds me a little of Thelma & Louise? ::)
Hugs
Kayla
This is fabulous work! If you haven't already, you should consider a career in writing.
Quote from: mphsblues on December 12, 2011, 08:06:50 PM
This is fabulous work! If you haven't already, you should consider a career in writing.
Thanks, sweetie.
:-*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on December 06, 2011, 09:13:32 PM
Chapter 9
"I can't believe this Jenn! Anyone in the world but her!"
"You're whining again, Jonica."
"I'm not whining. I'm complaining."
"Whatever. I'm not changing my mind."
"Please Jenn! She hates me!"
I glare back and forth between Jenn...who is sitting behind her regal desk (on her regal ass)
That is quite enough about my ass thank you very much.
If only I had a regal desk,
If only I had people who tried to obey me as you do in the story,
If only I ruled the world like you have me doing in this story...
ah well...today Wodonga...tomorrow....?
Or is it today Rue Bourbon....
Anyway its great
The Bad Bitch of Rue Bourbon
Chapter 12
The car ride is long and bumpy. The trip is probably short, but when you are in the trunk of a car wearing only your bra and panties...the car being driven by a well-armed girl who has already professed a strong distaste for you...then the ride is going to seem a lot longer.
The car sails along smoothly and I shiver in the trunk. What the hell is she up to? I wonder. She can't just kill me. She would pay a heavy price. Jenn would not stop until she found her and earned retribution ( a fact I know well ) and Gemma would hunt her to the ends of the earth. Well, that's what I like to tell myself. Laurie could take me out into the bayou, shoot me in the head, and feed my to alligators and catfish and neither Jenn nor Gemma would care. Marie B might notice I am gone but only because she wants to beat me up all the time.
The roadway suddenly changes as Laurie makes a sharp right turn...so sharp in fact that my body slides across the car's rough carpet and my head slams into the sidewall. The little car bounces and bumps over potholes and ruts and it occurs to me we are going down a slight grade. We are going toward water. Laurie does intend to shoot me! Or even worse....get out of the car, leave it in drive, and let it roll into the river! I panic and begin clawing and slamming the bottom of my fists against the trunk lid. I don't want to die this way!
The little car lurches and bangs along the rough side road but then the grade levels out and I know we are at water level. I brace myself for impact with the cold water, but the car suddenly comes to a halt and the engine stops. A car door opens and slams closed then keys rattle.
The trunk lid pops open and when my eyes adjust I am looking down the barrel of the small pistol again.
"Get out of the trunk, Bitch."
The difference in her voice is striking. It is so full of bitterness and hate that I almost curl up in the trunk hoping she'll close the lid. But that doesn't happen. She motions with the pistol for me to get out, "Now bitch," so I slowly untangle and climb out of the trunk.
My feet slide down the back of the car to the soft, muddy ground. My heels sink in a little and I feel the slimy mud that can only come from close proximity to water begin to squish between my toes. I hope back and forth on my dainty little feet to keep from sinking in too deep. Finally I take a look around. We are at the river's edge. The dark water coursing by us thirty or so yards away. A few reeds and a guard rail are the only things separating us from the dark, muddy watch.
Lightning ripples off in the distance and there is a low roll of thunder. The wind picks up and another flash of lightning illuminates Laurie's cute face, "Okay bitch, it's time to settle this," she says as she toss the gun aside. I lunge for the pistol while saying, "Laurie...NO!!!" but her fist slams into the side of my head driving me to my knees. I taste blood on my lips as Laurie prepares to kick my, "LAURIE! NO!!" I yell a little louder.
"Not so tough without Gemma, are you, Peeshwank?"
I look at her for a second and wonder where she learned that word, but her kick cuts off any questions. The point of her boot hammers into my ribs. "UGGHHHHH!" I grunt and roll onto my side.
"Not bad like you were in Sturgis, huh?"
Again with Sturgis! What the fuck did I do to make her hate me so bad? What the hell happened in Sturgis?
She draws back for another kick and again I scream, "LAURIE...NO!!!"
"So you really are a pussy when you're alone, aren't you? Marie B was right! Well, you aren't getting away that easy, bitch."
She grabs my hair and drags me to my feet. I want to fight back but there is a very specific reason I can...and she won't fucking listen! "Laurie, NO!" I sob.
"Oh? You want to beg now?? Fuck you and fuck begging!"
Her fist drives deep into my belly and I drop to my knees and then onto all fours. "Laurie....stop," I sob.
"Why? You showed me no mercy, slut! Why should I have any for you?"
"OWWWWW!!!" I scream as she stomps on my right hand.
"Get up and fight you fucking pussy!!!"
"Laurie....NO....STOP!!!" I reply sobbing.
"WHY?!?! WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I STOP?!?! You showed me ZERO mercy in Sturgis, so now you beg me to STOP?!?! FUCK YOU!!!"
"Laurie please!"
Another kick to the ribs and I am on my face sobbing over and over, "Stop please stop....."
Another kick to the side, "Why Joni? Why should I stop?"
Sobbing and gasping for breath, "Because there's a pickup truck parked over there in the reeds with three people in it....."
That stops Laurie, but only for a second, "Bullshit Joni. You think I'm dumb enough to turn my back on YOU?!?!"
"Laurie, find your pistol....they're getting out...." I sob.
"I'm not that stupid, Joni."
"Oh shit."
Laurie has a satisfied look on her face as she delivers another kick, this one to my ass. The tip of her running shoe slamming into my anus. "Agh," I yelp and fall onto my face while arching my back. A column of fire shooting up my spine. I lie helpless on the ground, a nauseous feeling creeping into my belly.
"I thought you were smarter and more creative than that, Joni! You are a worthless piece of shit. Drowning your worthless ass in that filthy mud stream you call a river will be a pleasure! A truck and people behind us? Please! I'm not that naïve!"
Laurie grabs my hair and starts to drag me toward the river, but then.....
"SLAM!!"
.....the sound of a truck door slamming shut behind her echoes like a gunshot.
Laurie's eyes fly open and she immediately let's go of my hair. She looks at me with an "Oh shit!" look on her face, and she stands stock still as if she is frozen. Her oh shit look turns to one of, "Oh fuck! You weren't joking."
"What do we have here, eh Piny?" A voice says behind Laurie.
I'm not good at placing accents, but I know this one immediately. Not many people outside Louisiana know the history of the area known as Acadiana. Fewer people outside of here know where the inhabitants of Acadiana originated. The original Acadians (more commonly known as "Cajuns") migrated to southern Louisiana in the 1800s from the Acadia area of northeastern Canada. The Acadians lived in that area prior to the American Revolution. They somehow managed to settle the wetlands of Louisiana and brought their unique language and culture with them. The man who spoke sounded a little more refined than your average Cajun. He sounded Canadian.
"Well, Sam, looks like couple hoors rolling in the mud. What do you think Lorie?"
This one sounded like a true American redneck. Not a Cajun, but definitely a redneck. Most people outside the United States....and many in the US....think rednecks are confined to the South. This isn't entirely true. Every state has it's rednecks. Every American town, city, burgh, or village as then. The may now sound like crackers or peckerwoods all the time, but they are still rednecks. The guy named "Piny" is certainly a redneck.
"Look like white trash to me, Piny."
The female sounds like a Southern belle. An uppity, classless, bitchy Southern belle. I instantly hate her. I despise uppity bitches.
Laurie straightens up looking at me with a lost expression on her face. She whispers, "Did you see where the gun went?"
I want to scream! Of course I didn't see where the gun went! I want grab her by the throat and shake her until she admits she should have listened to me. I tried to tell her.
"You two grab them and I'm gonna look through their purses," the female called Lorie says and begins walking toward the car. Laurie immediately swings around and says, "Like hell!"
The stocky brunette called Lorie looks at her with a quizzical expression on her face. She's in her late 30s...maybe early 40s...but she looks to be in good shape. Her arms and legs are well muscled and her belly looks flat, although it's really hard to tell with her big breasts. She smiles sweetly at Laurie......just before she swings a wicked left hook that Laurie obviously isn't expecting. As soon as it began, Laurie is lying beside me moaning.
"Check that. Just watch the stupid one in her panties. I doubt she will be much trouble." The woman known as Lorie continues to the car.
"What do you think, Sam? That knocked out one is cute. It's kinda quiet over there behind them bushes," the one called Piny says with a wolfish grin....his eyes never leaving Laurie's body.
"Yeah, Piny. You know I kinda got a soft spot for lil girls, ya know, eh." I get my first close look at Sam...the Canadian. He's big. Maybe 6'0" 250 lbs. Kinda soft, but still big. He reminds me of a modern day Fred Flintstone. But his eyes aren't as kind as Fred Flintstone's. He is looking at me like a starving man would look at a turkey leg.
I lower my eyes and look at myself. Thanks to Laurie I am covered in dirt and muck. I'm also wearing only my bra and panties...thanks again to Laurie. Half of Louisiana law enforcement could be looking for us...thanks to Laurie.
"Hey! Look what I found!" The female behind us yells.
"Oh shit! What does a little girl need with that?!?!" Sam asks. Piny sucks in a deep breath and whistles through his teeth.
I turn around and nearly faint when I see the woman called Lorie holding my Baby Glock. But that may be the least of our worries. Just when I think things can't get any worse. They decidedly do.
Headlights turn off the rutted road and into the boat launch parking lot. I make out the brush guard and push bumper of a Jefferson Parish Sheriff's Department cruiser immediately. Laurie is starting to come around and I slam the palm of my hand into the side of her head, knocking her back to the ground. "YOU BROUGHT US BACK TO JEFFERSON PARRISH?!?!" I yell at her incredulously. "That's where Cooter's body is!!!
I didn't care if the cop heard us or not. We are going to prison for sure now. The deputy has run our tags for sure and now knows who we are. We are doomed.
I really can't say if the cop heard me or not, but Lorie, Sam, and Piny sure did. They are looking back and forth between me and the Baby Glock in astonishment. It's Piny that breaks the silence. "You two killed someone?"
I want to answer with a resounding "no," but then I get an idea. I turn my shoulders and look at Lorie as she holds my Baby Glock in her bare hands.
"No. She did. I say looking at the Glock and smiling.
Lorie looks at me like a monkey doing a math problem then she realizes what I mean. "Oh shit!" She squeals and tosses the gun into the car like a hot potato. Fortunately for me, the cops saw her toss it. They put their spotlights on her and start yelling.
I jump to my feet and run towards them. "THANK GOD YOU ALL ARE HERE!!! THEY KIDNAPPED ME AND WERE ABOUT TO RAPE ME!!!"
This should be pretty easy to believe considering I am covered in mud and wearing only my bra and panties. The cops stop yelling at Lorie as I approach them, but then the one in the driver's door says, "HOLY SHIT! ANYONE BUT YOU!" Next thing I know her service pistol is pointed at me.
It's fortunate the cops showed up when they did, but unfortunately for me, I know the one pointing the gun at me. At one time she worked for the New Orleans PD with my ex, Joe. As a matter of fact, she dated Joe at one time. Her name is Justine and she plain fucking hates me.
"GET ON THE GROUND BITCH!!!"
The tone of Justine's voice tells me right away there is no reason to argue. I immediately get to my knees the slowly lie down on the muddy parking area. Justine walks around her car with her gun still pointed at me. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like a little turn done fell out of the toilet. Check this out Amanda! Remember the lil bitch I was telling you about that claimed she was pregnant to get Joe to leave me? This is her!"
I don't bother to tell Amanda that none of that was true. Joe left Justine because she totally fucking nuts. This isn't the time nor the place to argue with a nutcase wearing a badge.
"Ommmppphhh!" I grunt as Justine drops her knee in the middle of my back. "Aghhh," I cry out twice as she wrenches my arms behind me one at a time and cuffs them together. "You have the right to remain a bitch, you little man-stealing whore," Justine says then pushes my face into the muck, causing my nose to bust and mashing my lips. I taste blood when I lift my head, and feel it oozing out of my nose.
"Hey! Stop right there!" The other cop, the called Amanda yells, "I said stop!"
Suddenly both she and Justine are attacked by Piny and Sam. Soon they are all four rolling around in the mud and muck. Lorie is standing over them trying to kick the cops in the sides, but she keeps booting the men instead. I lie on my belly watching the spectacle as the first drops of rain begin to fall.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!"
I try to turn, but Laurie is already dragging me to my feet with her hands under my armpits. We stumble and slip our way to our car and get in. Laurie fires up the motor, and the small snub nose pistol gleams in the headlights. Laurie recovers it and we are soon slipping and sliding out of the parking area. I look back one last time and it appears Justine and Amanda have won the fight. Sam and Piny are facedown in handcuffs, but Lorie is beating the shit out of Justine with Amanda trying to drag her off the bitchy cop. As we pull onto the road, Amanda zaps the brunette with her taser.
We bump down the road and turn sharply onto the main road a few minutes later. I know there will be no pursuit. Justine violated my civil rights for the second time in a year. She didn't report me the first time, she won't report me this time. I also know we aren't wanted for Cooter's murder. If we were, Justine would have shot me.
We ride in silence toward the towering buildings of New Orleans in silence. Finally, I look at the side of Laurie's face and I ask, "Why did you help me?" I show my flexibility by drawing my knees to my chest then wriggling until the cuffs are in front of me. It's only a matter of time until I slip the bracelets off my muddy, wet wrists.
After what seems like an eternity, Laurie answers me. "I told you this is between us. I can't let you get hurt before I get a chance to kill you with my bare hands."
To be continued....
oumpf! that was tense!!! this is one HELL of a showdown we're heading towards! "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER LAURIE!!!! she's MY bitch!"
x G x
Very nicely written Jonica :) But I know you aren't going to leave us,,,in that little hick town,,with those corrupt deputies..Not that I mind being behind bars with Lorie,,but Sams,,is a very loud snoarer !!!! Again,,very nicely done :) Pinya
Wow! Wondered how you'd get out of that pickle! ;D :) :D
Hugs
Kayla
Quote from: Gemma Rox on December 17, 2011, 03:08:37 AM
oumpf! that was tense!!! this is one HELL of a showdown we're heading towards! "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER LAURIE!!!! she's MY bitch!"
x G x
You can have what's left of her when I'm finished, Gemma....IF there's anything left of her! >:( ;) :P
Joni, I KNEW I shoulda figured out a way to get your Cajun butt back to South Dakota. There are WAY too many people keep interrupting us 'n messing up my plans....All I want is to pay you back for what you did to me in Sturgis, is that too much to ask for??? But every time I think I've got you alone, half the state of Louisiana shows up! Who's next?! ??? ;D Well, I'll keep trying!
hugggzzz 'n xoxo
~L~
PS -- AWESOME job peeshwank, it keeps getting better 'n better!!! :-* :-*
working durig the Holidays, huh? Great work as always, J!
Thanks everyone! I hope to have this story wrapped up soon. It has been a lot of fun to write, and it has some amazing people in it! It has been terrific working with them! This will most likely be my last story for awhile, if not forever, and I wanted to let you know that I appreciate everyone who has supported me here at fcf. Look for the closing chapters in upcoming days, and hopefully they won't disappoint.
*Hugs*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on December 20, 2011, 12:17:33 AM
Thanks everyone! I hope to have this story wrapped up soon. It has been a lot of fun to write, and it has some amazing people in it! It has been terrific working with them! This will most likely be my last story for awhile, if not forever, and I wanted to let you know that I appreciate everyone who has supported me here at fcf. Look for the closing chapters in upcoming days, and hopefully they won't disappoint.
*Hugs*
J
xoxo
Joni,
It's been an honor for me to be able to take this wild crazy wonderful insane (I can come up with lots more complimentary adjectives but I'm on a word count) ride with you! You gave me the confidence 'n encouragement to put myself out there on the forum. I can never thank you enough for that 'n for the faith you had in me to work with you on our series.
I can't wait for what happens to us next!
One thing I'm a lil worried about is you saying this will be your last story for a while, if not forever. I am so not liking those last three words. It better NOT be forever! You are too damn good!!! Just sayin'!
hugggzzz 'n xoxoxo :-* :-* :-*
~L~
Hey Wild Flower,
I hope you are feeling better so you can CHEER THE TIGERS TO VICTORY!!!
GOOOOO TIGERSSSS .. BEAT BAMA!!!
Cheers!
Tony ;)
xoxo
Yeesh, Joni, maybe we both should have stayed out in the Badlands instead of running around all over the Bayou....At least out there, all we did was beat on each other a lil bit! ;) :D 8) :-*
Now you're not feeling well 'n I'm recovering from surgery. Please take care of yourself, peeshwank!! I'm not going out on the Atchafalaya Basin without ya!!
hugggzzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~
it is truly a great story and I so hope you will soon finish it and that you will not leave. Apart from the stories you're just a great lady
Jeez, where was I when you wrote this one? Christmas season must have gotten in the way.
Anyway, it was a great chapter, Joni. You really know how to use dialogue to build tension.
Super!
Marie
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on January 09, 2012, 06:14:18 AM
Yeesh, Joni, maybe we both should have stayed out in the Badlands instead of running around all over the Bayou....At least out there, all we did was beat on each other a lil bit! ;) :D 8) :-*
Now you're not feeling well 'n I'm recovering from surgery. Please take care of yourself, peeshwank!! I'm not going out on the Atchafalaya Basin without ya!!
hugggzzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~
The conclusion is coming soon. I can't wait to sink my claws in you!
>:(
At least I hope my performance is better than LSU's last night.
:'(
J
xoxo
Quote from: peccavi on January 10, 2012, 03:50:08 AM
it is truly a great story and I so hope you will soon finish it and that you will not leave. Apart from the stories you're just a great lady
Thanks, Jenn.
:-*
Quote from: Marie B. on January 10, 2012, 05:50:54 PM
Jeez, where was I when you wrote this one? Christmas season must have gotten in the way.
Anyway, it was a great chapter, Joni. You really know how to use dialogue to build tension.
Super!
Marie
Excuses, excuses. Just admit you were ignoring me.
>:(
Thanks, Marie! Hope you are doing well.
:D
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on January 10, 2012, 06:43:37 PM
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on January 09, 2012, 06:14:18 AM
Yeesh, Joni, maybe we both should have stayed out in the Badlands instead of running around all over the Bayou....At least out there, all we did was beat on each other a lil bit! ;) :D 8) :-*
Now you're not feeling well 'n I'm recovering from surgery. Please take care of yourself, peeshwank!! I'm not going out on the Atchafalaya Basin without ya!!
hugggzzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~
The conclusion is coming soon. I can't wait to sink my claws in you!
>:(
At least I hope my performance is better than LSU's last night.
:'(
J
xoxo
After what you did to me at the Buffalo Chip, the feeling is mutual! >:(
No matter how bad the game turned out last night, at least your LSU team had a better year than my Augustana team. :'( So quit yer bitchin! ;)
xoxo
~L~ (GG4L)
Chapter 13
The days and weeks have passed and things have gotten decidedly worse. Loneliness has taken over in the bleakness of winter. I miss Joe desperately. I want to much to call him up, but each time I pick up the phone, my heart nearly stops. Once, I even managed to dial the number and wait for him to pick up. When I heard his voice on the other end, my voice caught in my throat and I was sobbing as I placed the receiver back on the cradle. I never tried to call again. I just sit and stare at the phone.
Gemma did her best to try and brighten my days, but after a few days, even she sort of abandoned me. I heard she started a relationship with a guy from Metairie, so I guess she can't be bothered with my nonsense.
I was called to visit Jenn a few times for new assignments, but I could tell she has just about reached the end of her rope with me. My work was suffering, and I am being compared more and more to her rising star, Laurie. Words can't begin to describe the animosity I have for her. I have apologized so many times for whatever is was I did in South Dakota, but all I get in return is that smartass little grin and a comment like, "Oh, you will be sorry soon enough for that."
Laurie has turned herself into an A-1 assassin. She has carried out a couple assignments since the first, and she has become very skilled in a short period of time. She is now getting the assignments I used to get. Tension and animosity fill the room whenever we are together. No matter how much Jenn would demand that we get along, it has become very hard for both of us to hide our despite for each other. Finally, even Jenn seems to realize Laurie and I are on a collision course. This, I guess, is inevitable. She did, after all, come to Louisiana looking for me.
Not too many of Jenn's other employees seem to be very happy with Laurie and my antics. Well, everyone except Marie. Our hatred seems to make her very happy. She finally has a midget bitch ally in her own personal war with me. Her snide little remarks have gotten worse and we have nearly come to blows a few times in Jenn's office. Finally, Jenn called me into her office and sent me home until I can work out what is bothering me. I don't claim to be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I am smart enough to see the writing on the wall. It's just a matter of time before one of my colleagues shows up at my door and plants a .380 slug in my forehead. I know too much to ever leave and go to work at a real job. Therefore is the root of my depression. The knowledge I will never be able to make up with Joe before my time on earth is over.
I drive aimlessly for a couple hours and I feel like driving straight into the sunset and away from south Louisiana forever. There is nothing left for me here. I have messed everything up way beyond repair. I feel like the world would be a better place if I just turned south and drove until my tires hit salt water. No one would miss me. Hell, even I wouldn't miss me. The many options of what I should do flood into my head and one seems to fit the best, and I decide what I should do. I turn around and head back to New Orleans. Before I find a quiet spot in the Atchafalya Basin to sit and contemplate life...and a nice shady spot to park a .380 round in my temple, there is something I need to do.
The drive to Joe's house takes a little over an hour. The late afternoon rush hasn't started, but Joe should be home. I park in front of the house we shared and all I can do is simply stare at it in fascination. What went wrong? Why doesn't he love me? Why Kitten or all people? Why after all these years together? I'm afraid I know the answers but I don't want to admit that any of this is my fault. But I know it is. I messed everything up.
The house is quiet, as is the whole neighborhood. Palm fronds sway in the growing late afternoon breeze. The grass ripples and the banana plants next to the door sway in the breeze. I can't tell if anyone is home because the garage door is closed. Joe took all my keys when we broke up, but hopefully he forgot I know where he hides the spare.
Before I get out of the car, I pull my small .380 out and make sure there is a bullet in the chamber. Putting it back in my purse, I close the door and walk behind the garage. Under a concrete alligator ornament, I find the spare key. Just where it was when I left. The key opens the kitchen door and I let myself in. There are no lights on anywhere in the house, and it occurs to me I came at a very bad time. The dogs aren't yapping. The alarm isn't going off. There is no one home.
With my luck, Joe is away on vacation.
Tears drip off my cheeks as I walk from room to room...intentionally leaving our bedroom for last. I make the decision to go ahead and pull the trigger in there. Let's see if he and Kitten can carry on in that room with that knowledge, I think to myself as an evil grin crosses my lips.
I grab one of his button up shirts from the laundry room and take a deep breath. I really can smell him on this piece of cloth. I carry it with me as I search the house. I traverse each room and it is painfully clear that he and Kitten really do share the master bedroom. That knowledge depresses me even more.
Just before I check the master bedroom, I step into the hallway bath. I have to pee. As I lower the toilet seat (poor Joe never did put the lid and seat down), I see Kitten's bathrobe hanging on the same peg I hung my bathrobe. "Fucking cxnt," I say venomously and yank it down then toss it in the tub. I squat down over the tub and give Kitten yet another reason to hate me. When I am finished, I grab the robe in a dry spot and hang it back on the hook. I put some soiled tissue in each of the robe's pockets. "There you go, bitch," I say aloud with a snicker.
Walking out of the bathroom, I finally make my way to the master bedroom. I take a deep breath and sigh as I open the door. I expect to find the room empty except for an unmade bed (poor Joe hasn't made a bed since he was an active duty Marine), but instead I walk nose to nose with very sleepy, very shocked Kitten (well, nose to chin with her).
"Uh, Joe? WHAT THE FUCK?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE YOU LITTLE BITCH?!?!" Kitten screams as she starts to come out of her slumber. It's obvious she didn't hear me come in because she was asleep.
I want to lash out at her, but the only thing that comes to mind to ask is, "Where the fuck are my poodles?!?! What have you done with my babies?"
"Your POODLES?!?!" You break into my house and all you can ask is 'where are the poodles? You are fucking psycho!!!"
She never sees the blow coming, and I really don't care. As a matter of fact, I don't care if my purse decapitates her. I swing it hard from the floor. It has a rather heavy pistol inside, as well as my iPhone, makeup kit, a small first aid lit (I tend to hurt myself a lot) my hand purse, and assorted other items. My purse is almost as big as I am.
She takes the blow hard on the side of the head and she drops like a rock. Kitten moans once and collapses to the floor with a limp thud. I know I probably shouldn't, but I rare back and deliver one hard kick to her ribs with the point of my Sperry Topsiders. Fuck Kitten, I tell myself. I hope I broke a couple of her fucking ribs.
The little slut never answered where my poodles are. Where are my babies? I check the house once again and rush back to the bedroom. "Where are my babies?!?!" I yell, yanking Kitten's head off the floor roughly with one hand tangled in her hair. "Where the fuck are my BABIES?!?!?!" I thump her head off the floor then start searching frantically again. Only this time I am dragging Kitten behind me by her hair. I am small, and not really very strong, but these are my babies we are talking about.
I nearly make it into the hallway, still screaming about my poodles when Kitten starts to come to.
"Hey......ow......shit.......Hey......ouch....fuck.....bitch.....they........Hey.....ow.......damn......slut.......are.........fuck......the.......Hey.....let.........ow..........Hey...........the............fucking.......ow..........GROOMER........!!!!!!"
"WHERE ARE MY BABIES....wait! What?" I say letting go of Kitten's hair. "At the groomers?"
"YES YOU CRAZY BITCH!!!" Kitten yells with such venom I am nearly shoved against the wall. "YOUR FUCKING BABIES GO THE THIRD MONDAY OF EACH MONTH, REMEMBER? That's the one thing I hate about Joe. If it was something YOU did, he can't stop doing it."
I sit back against the wall. Great! Now you can add burglary and aggravated assault to my list of stupid things done. "I hate you." I whisper at Kitten in a steady voice.
Kitten starts to get to her feet. "Why are you even here? Joe hates you. He's told me that." An evil glint in her eye, "He says he wishes you would just go away and die. That way we would be rid of your sorry ass."
If she had pulled out a knife and drove it into my heart, it wouldn't have hurt as badly as her words. "Joe said that?" I ask as tears start streaming down my face.
"Yeah. He also said he should have kicked you out long ago." Deep down I knew she was lying. Every other word out of her mouth were lies. But he did kick me out, and Kitten's words still cut to the bone. "He chose to after he met me. He said he has never met anyone quite like me."
Tears drip off my cheeks onto my chest as I stand up. I don't want to open my eyes but I eventually do. Kitten sleeps in as little as possible. Today she chose a long black "NOPD" t-shirt and a white thong. How the hell she sleeps in a thong, I will never know, but welcome to Kitten's fucked up little world. She still has a wicked smile on her face looking up at me. She even has it when I brace myself and kick at her head with the point of my Sperry, hoping to take it clean off her shoulders. I either telegraphed it or she was expecting it, because she raised both her arms into my leg and pushed me backwards. Off balance, I fall against the wall behind me with a crash. Kitten quickly scrambles to her feet.
We stand facing each other from three feet. The hatred in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife. Kitten, all 5'6" 120lbs, of 25 year old long dark hair sexuality staring at me with a sickly sweet grin on her face. Her large, round deep green eyes taunting me. Sizing her up, I don't look like much of a match. So far, I haven't been. Even when she is in her submissive phase (which she often is) she has easily handled me. I am four inches shorter and at least fifteen pounds lighter. I am also older. But I have determination and hatred on my side.
I kick off my Sperry's and glare at Kitten. I want her out of my house....out of my life...out of Joe's life....out of this fucking world. Lunging at her with my fingers aimed at her eyes, but she effortlessly brushes my fingers away and slaps me hard with her right palm across the face.
"Bad move Joni, but I am gonna enjoy humiliating you. Think I might tie you up and leave you foe Joe to see when he comes home."
The mention of Joe's name infuriates me farther. I grab at her hair and try to yank her head down while driving upward with my fist with a vicious uppercut. Kitten simple steps to the side and hits me in the face with a forearm. I drop like a rock to the floor in a crumpled heap. I can even feel blood drip from my nose as I lie there gasping.
Kitten's barefoot touches the side of my head and she shoves hard, pushing me off my knees and onto my side. "Poor sweet Joni," she taunts, "I guess you always have to prove yourself. It sucks when you can't handle your betters."
I grab Kitten's foot with both hands and pull it off my forehead and to my lips. Leaning forward I bite her toes as hard as I can and clamp down.
"OWWWWWWFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGBBBBBBIIIIIITTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!"
A fist slams into the top of my head but I refuse to let go of her foot. Another hammers my temple and then my jaw. These combined make me let go and I slump against the wall. Kitten hobbles backwards and looks at her toes. A bloody teeth mark encircle her bare toes. She wiggles them the glares at me, "You little fucking bitch. You must have a death wish. I'll gladly take your worthless ass out," she says with a hiss.
If only she knew how close she was to being right about the death wish. Nothing in this world seems to go my way, but killing her sorry ass would be a nice final act before stepping out myself. I try to get to my knees but a heel kick to the ribs stops that. To make matters worse, her kick drives me into the wall on the other side. I grunt once and slump to the carpet.
Kitten's fingers tighten in my hair and she begins dragging me toward the living room like I did her earlier. The only difference is that she is strong enough to actually pull me along with her. My hair feels like it is being ripped out by the roots, and my scalp is literally on fire. I grasp at Kitten's wrist and try to sink my nails in but she has dragged me about as far as she wants, I guess. She drops me to the floor in the middle of the living room I used to share with Joe. I guess this is about the best place for me to get the worst, and most humiliating, ass-whipping of my life. Judging by the look on Kitten's face, that is exactly what I am about to get.
"Get to your feet, bitch. I've wanted to this for a long, long time."
I know exactly what Kitten wants, but I lie still on the floor. I'm definitely not going to make this easy for her. Why would I? I never understood those who walked calmly to their own execution. I would be kicking and screaming the entire way. I lie still until her foot slams into my side again and she growls, "I said get off the fucking floor."
Moaning as I get to my knees, I lower my head as if trying to recover from a head rush. Kitten's hand entangles in my hair and she begins trying to pull me to my feet, "I said get the fuck up!!!" She yells, but that yell turns to a howl as I suddenly lunge off my knees and hit her with my rising elbow with as much strength as my tiny body can muster from this position.
Kitten sinks to her knees as I scramble to my feet. I grab each side of her head with both hands and pull her head into my rising knee. Kitten's head snaps backwards and she is unconscious before her back hits the floor. Standing over her with so much hatred in my heart I swear I don't remember grabbing my purse and pulling my pistol out. I can't recall pointing it at her and snapping off the safety. I don't know how muhc pressure I put on the trigger. The only thing I do remember is a soft voice behind me saying, "Joni? Don't do it."
I turn my head and see Gemma standing in the front door. "Please, don't do it." She says again. "I knew I would find you here. Don't ask me why."
I lower the pistol and she gently takes it out of my hand.
"Jenn sent me to find you. Kayla and Marie are looking for Laurie. Jenn wants you two brought to her."
I know this is the end. I have been dreading it for the last few weeks. Now that it's here, I am oddly at peace. Gemma puts her arm around my shoulder as she leads me toward the door.
Quote from: Jonica on January 17, 2012, 12:52:14 AM
"Hey......ow......shit.......Hey......ouch....fuck.....bitch.....they........Hey.....ow.......damn......slut.......are.........fuck......the.......Hey.....let.........ow..........Hey...........the............fucking.......ow..........GROOMER........!!!!!!"
My, what an obscene Kitten! Good thing you finished her off, Joni.
Great chapter, as always.
Marie
Wow....Just wow.....Joni, you are BEYOND AMAZING!!! :-* :-* :-*
I read this chapter three times now 'n each time I get more 'n more blown away by it! So much tension, so much emotion, so much suspense building 'n building for the final showdown between us. Every chapter you keep raising the bar 'n all I can say is I am soooooo happy my story kicked off our adventure 'n I don't have to follow this up! ;) Sorry, Gemma, I love ya, babes, but it sure suxx to be you right now! ;D Just sayin'!
huggggzzzz 'n xoxo (for now.....when we get to the Atchafalaya, not so much!)
~L~
Hmm, good to see this story still ticking over; almost a pity with it nearing its end! LOL! ;D
Hugs
Kayla
I like your ongoing very much. Hope to read more soon. (special i like chapter 12 :) )
Kissess
Jürgen
I know all my staff are excellent, but this is even better than excellent. Well done, don't neglect us. I'll have to give you a raise. And the only time I will let either of the "Lil bits" go after you is if you stop writing.
I'ts a great story.
Best wishes for whatever you are doing
Jenn
Quote from: peccavi on January 19, 2012, 08:52:14 PM
I know all my staff are excellent, but this is even better than excellent. Well done, don't neglect us. I'll have to give you a raise. And the only time I will let either of the "Lil bits" go after you is if you stop writing.
I'ts a great story.
Best wishes for whatever you are doing
Jenn
You may hunt us down and kill us after the next chapter.....
;)
Quote from: Jonica on January 29, 2012, 07:35:43 PM
Quote from: peccavi on January 19, 2012, 08:52:14 PM
I know all my staff are excellent, but this is even better than excellent. Well done, don't neglect us. I'll have to give you a raise. And the only time I will let either of the "Lil bits" go after you is if you stop writing.
I'ts a great story.
Best wishes for whatever you are doing
Jenn
You may hunt us down and kill us after the next chapter.....
;)
I only endorse HALF of this post...the half about the Lil Bit from the Bayou! Joni is having pronoun probs. I'm not liking the 'us' in her comment very much!
;)
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on January 29, 2012, 08:33:19 PM
Quote from: Jonica on January 29, 2012, 07:35:43 PM
Quote from: peccavi on January 19, 2012, 08:52:14 PM
I know all my staff are excellent, but this is even better than excellent. Well done, don't neglect us. I'll have to give you a raise. And the only time I will let either of the "Lil bits" go after you is if you stop writing.
I'ts a great story.
Best wishes for whatever you are doing
Jenn
You may hunt us down and kill us after the next chapter.....
;)
I only endorse HALF of this post...the half about the Lil Bit from the Bayou! Joni is having pronoun probs. I'm not liking the 'us' in her comment very much!
;)
Well, you are like sorta, kinda, half the problem......
:P
J
xoxo
:-*
Quote from: Jonica on January 30, 2012, 01:45:34 AM
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on January 29, 2012, 08:33:19 PM
Quote from: Jonica on January 29, 2012, 07:35:43 PM
Quote from: peccavi on January 19, 2012, 08:52:14 PM
I know all my staff are excellent, but this is even better than excellent. Well done, don't neglect us. I'll have to give you a raise. And the only time I will let either of the "Lil bits" go after you is if you stop writing.
I'ts a great story.
Best wishes for whatever you are doing
Jenn
You may hunt us down and kill us after the next chapter.....
;)
I only endorse HALF of this post...the half about the Lil Bit from the Bayou! Joni is having pronoun probs. I'm not liking the 'us' in her comment very much!
;)
Well, you are like sorta, kinda, half the problem......
:P
J
xoxo
:-*
Point sorta kinda taken!
Still, I hope she goes after you first!
:P
hugggzzz 'n xoxo :-*
~L~
Chapter 14
The boat skimmed along at an even pace across the smooth, placid water of the Atchafalya River. Storm clouds are building on the western horizon. Hues of pink and purple take the place of the late afternoon sun. The dull gray clouds outlined against the pale blue sky with fiery silver. Gold beams peek from behind the clouds. Trees of lightning flash out of the bottoms of the clouds as they move along the open Gulf. A subtle breeze threatening to become stronger as the clouds near.
There are four people in this particular boat. Jenn wouldn't allow Gemma to ride with me. Instead there is a rather large Creole driving the boat, his twin brother guiding us toward our final destination, and Marie B. Marie actually begged Jenn to be allowed to ride with me. She seemed to take great pleasure in my hands being cuffed behind my back. She seemed to like pushing a small silver pistol in my kidneys to prod me along. I have never felt so helpless in my life.
Our final destination is unknown to me. But one thing I am certain of is that I will probably not be coming back. That was made quite plain by Jenn when she ordered us put on these boats. I guess Laurie won't be coming back either. She is one of three occupants of the second boat. Her along with the Creole monsters' triplet and quadruplet brothers and Kayla. Who I assume is performing the same job Marie is performing with me. The third boat holds Jenn, two other associates, and Gemma Rox. Gemma's beautiful face is marred with tear stains.
The really odd thing is everyone but Laurie and I are fully dressed. Take Marie B for instance. She is wearing a cute little sun dress. She looks adorable in sandals! Her hair pulled back in pigtails. She looks like a teenager out for a boat ride on a Saturday afternoon. Truth be told, she is a sadist of the worst order. I know she has begged to be the one to end me. I also know deep in my heart that she dressed like a Sunday School pixie on purpose. She will thrive herself on the irony and fear in my eyes during the final moments. Laurie and I, on the other hand, are wearing bikinis. The one I am wearing was plucked from my apartment. One of my favorites. A red cloth bandanna pattern. I love this one. It's unfortunate I will have to die in it. I caught a glimpse of Laurie's as she was being loaded on the boat. A cute Indian pattern with brown, tan, green, and yellow highlights. A really beautiful creation...one she looks terrific wearing.
The boat hits more chop as we move into a wide, long bay and head toward mudflats on the far side. The wind picks up, blowing in from due west. Spray stings my cheeks as I try to crouch from the wind behind one of the dark-skinned behemoths in the front of the boat. The clouds finally obscure the sun completely and it suddenly feels like the very air is closing around me sealing my fate. Tears stream down my cheeks as I think about my family.
My family has always been pretty much a mess for as long as I can remember. There is my mother, whom you have met, who played the roll of family mental case. Every family has one. My sister, Lindsay, is most likely the sanest among us, but she has her moments. Like the time she pinned my shoulders to the ground and my cousin made me eat a clump of dirt. Lindsay has little to do with me. She is an attorney living in Hattiesburg, MS. My other sister, Lacey, is another of our family nutcases. She has been in and out of jail since she was a teenager. Her most recent brush with the law was due to her marital home burning to the ground under mysterious circumstances. Her soon to be ex-husband narrowly escaped with his life. Odd that I wasn't involved in that one, huh? Both my sisters are older. I also have a brother I don't mention much. He joined the Army out of high school and served until the day he was killed by a roadside bomb in Iraq. I don't like to talk about him much.
My family is abnormal by most standards. However, they are very normal by south Louisiana standards.
Have I ever told you about my father? I don't think I have. I don't talk much about him either. I am basically his namesake. Ol' John's shadow. John Jr. Or as it happens I couldn't take his name, John-ica....or Jonica (shortened to Joni). A chip off the old block. Not the biggest golfer on the course, nor the strongest, but I could reach the par 5's in regulation most of the time. I learned to be a good ball-striker. Keeping the ball in play and being a demon around the greens was the name of my game. I couldn't hit the 275 yard drives, but the big hitters always got their feelings hurt when I carded a birdie to their par or bogey.
I learned to play patient golf from my father.
Don't know how it is You looked at me
And saw the person that I could be
Awakening my heart
Breaking through the dark
Suddenly Your grace
My father is a true Arkansas peckerwood. He grew up in the piney flats just outside Marion, near the Mississippi River in a time much different than now. He came from a simple world where one didn't worry about war...although war would become a driving factor in his later life. The most important thing around his hometown was high school football. He became the local hero who rode his accolades to a scholarship at Arkansas State University. It was there he met a Ragin' Cajun cheerleader from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. As fate would have it, they fell in love and married shortly after they graduated. He left Arkansas to start a new life in Acadiana with his bride. Before long, however, the Vietnam War came calling and he was drafted into the United States Marine Corps. Serving as an officer during the Tet Offensive, he saw some of the most vicious fighting of the war during the Battle of Huế. He came home in 1969 and many said he was never the same. A few even said it was there he picked up the drug habit that would eventually end his life. Of course, I didn't know him then. I came along almost 11 years later.
My father, who was a natural golfer with a perfect swing, took a job as a local golf pro and instructor. It was he who taught me to play the game. He could have played on the PGA Tour, but he chose a steady home life over the travel rigors a life on tour would have brought.
My father loved all his children, but he told my mother he would spoil the last one beyond belief. He did this in spades. I firmly believe this is one of the reasons I never really got along with my mother. I think she was a little jealous of the time he and I spent together. At the time, it didn't bother me. I was the apple of my daddy's eye, and I was his Lil' Jewel. While my mother and my sisters made fun of my small stature, my father always taught "keeping it in the fairway." He taught me to play fast and smart. His favorite baseball analogy was, "Don't swing for the fence....just put it in play and run like the wind."
Not only did I play golf with that strategy, I lived life under that theory as well.
The boat bounced aground on a small mudflat while the motor hissed out of the water. The passenger twin hopped out and pulled the bow ashore and tied a line to the a small tree. I start to stand up...already consigned to my fate. I knew this was the end. I hadn't thought about my father...except in my dreams...in years. But Marie B puts her hand on my shoulder and pulls me back down. She is looking at the side of my face but I refuse to look at her. Why should I give my soon-to-be executioner any satisfaction? Instead I think of my father again.
Like sunlight burning at midnight
Making my life something so
Beautiful, beautiful
Mercy reaching to save me
All that I need
You are so
Beautiful, beautiful
When I was a little girl, I would literally follow my father like a shadow. Everywhere he went, I went to. I would throw little tantrums whenever I couldn't go somewhere with him (imagine that, huh?). I was the tomboy of the family. He taught me how to bait a line, hunt piney-wood deer in the scrub lands, fix a broken boat moter, navigate a pirogue, kick men in the balls (I practiced on my brother a couple times), and generally take care of myself. My father also taught me the power of devotion and faith. Believe it or not, I was a devote Catholic until my seventeenth Christmas (or the day I lost my faith). But I will talk more about that later.
The other boat pulls onto the mudflat and the third creole beast ties off the bow. When all the help are on dry land, Marie prods me between the shoulders to make me stand up. I get to my feet and glare at her. For a moment, I think about ramming my shoulder into her nose and knocking her into the river, but one of the Creole's grabs my shoulders and almost lifts me onto dry land. Marie smirks because she knows I missed my chance. Oddly enough, she makes no move to get onto dry land. Chickenshit bitch must be afraid of snakes or gators, I think to myself.
I hear a commotion behind me and turn to see the same play being acted out from the other boat. Laurie is lifted onto the mudflat. The third boat's motor cuts off as it nears the flat, and the slosh of oars drifts across the rippling water as the boat is steered onto the flat. Neither Gemma nor Jenn make a move to get out of the boat. For some reason, Gemma refuses to look at me. Instead, she keeps her eyes locked on a point between her feet on the bottom of the boat. Jenn, however, makes a motion, and suddenly one of the giants frees my wrists.
My shoulders slump slightly as I am lightly pushed from behind and led to the middle of the small mudflat. My bare toes slosh across the muck and mire, but I don't sink in. My eyes look around sharply for water moccasins sunning on the flat, but fortunately I don't see any. There are wallows and footprints left by gators, but fortunately there are none of those around either. Turning to take in my surroundings, I am suddenly struck by the natural beauty of my home state in all of it's magnificent glory. The sun is peeking through the deep purple clouds building thicker in the west threatening to completely seal off the sun. The steel gray water is now white capping in the strengthening breeze as it sweeps in off the Gulf. Egrets dip and dive in their endless search for small fish feeding near the surface. The temperature, while still tropical and warm, has dropped since the wind picked up.
Now there's a joy inside I can't contain
But even perfect days can end in rain
And though it's pouring down
I see You through the clouds
Shining on my face
If I had ever been told to choose a hero, I would have said my father. It may be cliché, but he really is the one person I worshiped. If I was sick, he would baby me back to health. If I was hurting, he would take away the pain (or the person causing the pain...my high school flames were terrified of him). If my mother picked on me too much, he was always there to focus her wrath elsewhere. He really did fulfill his promise to spoil me. He actually turned me into a whiny, self-centered, brat with a mind all my own. I think that is why my mother resented me so much. There were times I would catch her staring at me as if she wanted to mash my skull, toss me in the bayou, and start over. It was best not to get on her bad side at these times. But dad was always there to keep her grounded too. You know, looking back on it, I think much of the animosity I had for my own mother was a little jealousy on my part. As much as he showered me with attention, he doubled it for her. She really was the Queen of his Double wide Trailer. He doted on her and she on him. I also believe that she secretly despised me for the for the very same reason. We were vying for my father's attention...albeit for very different reasons.
I turn and face away from the boats on purpose. I have no idea what Laurie is doing, even though she is only two feet away, right beside me. The wind at my back, I close my eyes and allow my hair to blow around my neck and shoulders. I refuse to look at them. If they are going to shoot me, they will have to shoot me in the back. Laurie hasn't said anything since we left Jenn's office. I'm fairly certain she knows what is coming too, and I guess she has steeled herself for it. She told me she has Sioux blood in her, so maybe she is immune to fear. I know she is off-balanced...maybe it has to do with her heritage.
I look down at my barefeet and watch a tear fall as if in slow motion into the thick mud around my toes. What would my father say if he saw me at this point in my life? What would he think of me? I know he expected so much more from me.
Jenn's voice sounds like a bullhorn as it wafts across the mudflat on the breeze. I cannot believe what I am hearing. But even I have to admit she is being fair. As fair as she can be anyway. It seems she is tired of Laurie and me being at each others' throats.
"I am leaving you two here. A boat will be sent back after sundown to pick one of you up. I will let you two decide who leaves. I think that is the best way for this to be handled."
With that, the three boats start up and before Laurie and I can react, they are gone. We are left alone on a small mudflat in the Atchafalya River. A space so small it could never be mistaken for a mangrove island. As a matter of fact, there are no mangroves on the flat. Only mud, rocks, a few brittle reeds, and us.
The wind picks up and blows against our almost bare bodies.
Like sunlight burning at midnight
Making my life something so
Beautiful, beautiful
Mercy reaching to save me
All that I need
You are so
Beautiful, beautiful
My father always wanted me to grow up to be a model citizen. He wanted that for all his kids, but it seemed to be a little more so for me. I never had a boyfriend that was good enough. My grades were only adequate unless I made straight A's. I had to pick and choose my friends carefully. I guess having a Marine for a father would be difficult enough, but having one who doted on everything you did was especially tough. Therefore I became a perfectionist. That's how he wanted everything, perfect. I did my best to live that way for 17 years. Then one day my life changed forever.
I will never forget where I was when I heard the news. I was sitting in World History, 5th period, at Iberia Central High School. I was called to the office where I was informed my father had been found dead of an apparent drug overdose. You know, it's funny looking back on it, I can't remember walking to the office. I don't have a clue what I was thinking as I made my way to the place where my life would change forever. I vaguely recall the next few days. I do, however, remember the funeral very well. Not a night goes by that I don't wake to the sound of a 21 gun salute echoing somewhere in the night. The faint chords of taps being played by a lonely bugle off in the distance. I sometimes speak to my father. I can hear his voice in the rhythm of the falling rain. This is why I crave rain wind, and lightning. I feel safe in storms.
Thunder rumbles in the distance and the sounds of the boats fades into the watery silence. The wind blows my hair wildly as I turn to face Laurie for the first time. She looks just as bewildered and as stunned as I do, but I can tell she is recovering better than I am from the initial shock.
"So I guess it's time for you to pay for what you did in South Dakota." Laurie says in a voice so low the words are nearly lost on the wind. I bite my lip and remain silent. Looking into her eyes, I suddenly remember in vivid detail what happened in South Dakota. My lips part and I start to say something, but Laurie cuts me off, "Don't even. I have dreamed of this moment since then. Don't steal this moment from me."
I don't know why, nor do I think I will ever be able to explain my feelings if ever asked, but at this moment, I hate Laurie for all she represents. This is my world, and she invaded it. She is on the verge of being able to take away what is left of my wrecked life. Although I am fairly sure that even of I walk out of here, nothing will ever be the same. I have no job, Gemma has wiped her hands of me, I am probably wanted all over southeast Louisiana, and there is no doubt I will be the subject of a hit if I do manage to escape today. But even with all of that on me, I can hardly contain my growing hatred for this woman from the Badlands. I want nothing more than to completely destroy her at this very moment.
Now there's a joy inside I can't contain
But even perfect days can end in rain
And though it's pouring down
I see You through the clouds
Shining on my face
My mother will never admit it in public, but she blames me for my father's death. I will never admit it to anyone but her...I blame her. But we have ironed out our differences and put that behind us. Many people claim he committed suicide because of all the pressures he put on himself. No one could ever really tell if he meant to take the hotshot that ended his life. I don't like to dwell on the thought.
My first punch strikes Laurie in the ribs just under her left breast. The next one glances off her right cheek, but that doesn't keep me from charging her as she falls backwards, caught off guard. My feet make a slight sucking noise in the thick, wet mud. My toes squish as I storm toward her. My body slams into hers and we begin to fall backwards when my arms loop under her thighs and lift upwards. I feel pretty good about my initial attack, but as I said earlier, Laurie comes from warrior heritage. Before she lands on her back in the thick muck, her right fist drives upwards into my chin. We land with a wet, fleshy slap in the mud and begin clawing like two wildcats fighting for control.
Like sunlight burning at midnight
Making my life something so
Beautiful, beautiful
Mercy reaching to save me
All that I need
You are so
Beautiful, beautiful
My life after my father's death has been marred by one train wreck after another. Many of those disasters I have documented for you, but there were many, many more. I couldn't hold down a steady job. I was in and out of jail. I began my own descent into the dark, hellish world of drug abuse. I shunned...and was later ostracized from...my own family. I lost friends that I had had since I was a small child. My poor hair was dyed so many different colors that at one point I actually couldn't remember my natural hair color. I dressed the part of Goth pixie. Hell, I acted the part of Goth pixie. Things came to a head one night in front of a Vieux Carre pit club. One of the few friends I had left got into a fight with another girl. One of the other girl's friends jumped on my friend as well. Now I have never claimed to be much of a fighter, but I often got into fights...especially during this phase. I was on a first name basis with may emergency room staffs. But I couldn't allow my friend to get hurt. I jumped in the fight to help my friend.
Have you ever had a moment of absolute stupidity work in your favor so much that things actually start going your way? Well, the girl I jumped on beat the living shit out of me. She beat me so badly, I had to have five stitches in my forehead. I had to go to the hospital in an ambulance. I even got a concussion from being rammed head first into a brick wall. The only thing that saved me that night was the New Orleans Police showing up. I went to the emergence room, my friend and the other two girls went to jail. Later that night, a handsome police officer came to the ER to get my statement and a condition update. He ended up asking me on a date. Why I will never be able to explain. I looked like death warmed over! A part of my purple hair had been shaved so the gash could be treated. My nose and one cheek was swollen, and I was caked with blood and gutter muck. But he still thought I was attractive enough to ask on a date. That police officer's name was Joe. We would spend the next nine years together.
I roll off Laurie into the warm mud and duck my chin to try and avoid her follow up punch and I narrowly escape what could have been a fight-ender right there. The warm mud threatens to envelope me and I roll to my knees while shaking my head to clear it. My body and the mud making a sucking sound. Laurie is on her knees by this time and neither of us bother with throwing a punch this time. We lunge forward and slap together body to body with a loud smack. We drop onto our sides and I shove my right palm under her chin just in time to keep her snapping teeth from clamping on my windpipe.
"You filthy bitch!" I hiss while shoving her face back. She replies by growling and grabbing my left boob with her right hand and twisting violently.
I have come undone
But I have just begun
Changing by Your grace
Before Joe came along, I never dreamed I would have been able to get over my father's death. In many ways, I don't think I really ever did get over it. Life became normal again, and for nine years, all was perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be for two of life's walking wounded. But I learned nothing was ever perfect the hard way. Along came Gemma, Kitten, and now Laurie. And along with that came a burning desire for revenge. Gemma and I have been in a running battle for ever it seems. Kitten and I aren't near finished...if I can manage to get off this mudflat, that is. But right now, I can focus on Laurie. I want nothing more that to hold her face deep in the dark, think mud until she can no longer move. Especially now that I have lost everything. Now that I have last Joe.
Like sunlight burning at midnight
Making my life something so
Beautiful, beautiful
Mercy reaching to save me
All that I need
You are so
Beautiful, beautiful
I grab Laurie's hair and yank back while pushing on her chin. My hands completely occupied now, I thrust my forehead forward and hammer it into where I think her nose should be. Unfortunately for me, she has forced her head forward as much as she can and we hit forehead to forehead with a dull thunk.
Lights explode in my head and I drop onto my butt in the warm muck. Mud slips inside my bikini bottoms and invades my booty crack and kitty, but that is the least of my worries at the moment. Laurie is getting to her feet and she has a murderous look on her face. She stumbles toward me and I lash out with my left foot and kick her under the right knee. She trips forward but she also throws a wild hook as she lands on her knees with a splash. The punch sinks into my side, knocking the wind from me. My ribs feel like the are on fire. As I fall onto my side, I grab for her hair and yank her forward. My legs lift on either side of her. As badly as I am hurting from the punch, I still want to feel my body squeezing the life from her.
To be continued......
Hey now Joni,
Great chapter!
Who loves you baby! lol
T ;)
Wow, I read this chapter 4 times now, I don't have the words right now to say just how amazing it is! Joni, I am SOOOOO in awe of you!
You made me cry, you made me laugh, you made me (in the story) hate you, you made me (as a friend 'n my mentor) love you!
I said in my post in OLD DEADWOOD DAYS that your writing is like a Master Class....well, this just proves that 'n then some! This story is the Master Class of Master Classes!
I don't know which of us will walk off that mudflat.....or crawl off.....'n I know this story will be ending soon. But a big part of me wishes it could go on forever. Not because we're kicking the crud out of each other ;) ;D but just so we can have more 'n more of your awesome storytelling!
Love ya peeshwank!
hugggzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~
Quote from: Jonica on February 01, 2012, 11:27:12 PMMarie smirks because she knows I missed my chance. Oddly enough, she makes no move to get onto dry land. Chickenshit bitch must be afraid of snakes or gators, I think to myself.
Damn right. At the same time, I know better than to mess with the state mascots of Louisiana.
Of course, it's great to see Laurie Breeze get beat down. What a twerp, half-pint little runt. ::)
You tell a story like no other, Joni. You're the best.
Marie
Quote from: Marie B. on February 02, 2012, 11:14:06 PM
Quote from: Jonica on February 01, 2012, 11:27:12 PMMarie smirks because she knows I missed my chance. Oddly enough, she makes no move to get onto dry land. Chickenshit bitch must be afraid of snakes or gators, I think to myself.
Damn right. At the same time, I know better than to mess with the state mascots of Louisiana.
Of course, it's great to see Laurie Breeze get beat down. What a twerp, half-pint little runt. ::)
You tell a story like no other, Joni. You're the best.
Marie
Wow! "Shorter Than Me" is calling ME a half-pint runt!?! >:(
Marie, I dare you to look me right in the eye 'n say that! But you'll have to stand on tiptoes to do it.
(It feels so good to be able to say that to somebody else for a change! ;) )
~L~
(I do agree with what you say about Joni being the best tho!)
Come on, Jonica, you are 'breezing' past Laurie! Hang in there! Winks! ;) ;D
Hugs
Kayla
Quote from: Kayla on February 04, 2012, 07:32:31 PM
Come on, Jonica, you are 'breezing' past Laurie! Hang in there! Winks! ;) ;D
Hugs
Kayla
It ain't over yet, Kayla! ;) :D ;D
Thanks everyone for your very kind words. Each of you has been an inspiration to me, and I am thoroughly enjoying writing a story with Laurie. She is the best victim since Marie B! ;D
Thanks again to each of you.
:-*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on February 04, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
She is the best victim since Marie B!
Watch out there, girl.
If you're not careful, Jailbreak Jonica (the sluttiest cowgirl in the West) might make her return. :-*
Marie
Quote from: Jonica on February 04, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Thanks everyone for your very kind words. Each of you has been an inspiration to me, and I am thoroughly enjoying writing a story with Laurie. She is the best victim since Marie B! ;D
Thanks again to each of you.
:-*
J
xoxo
I endorse ALMOST all of this post...except for one lil bit of it. Take a wild guess which part I have a problem with! >:(
:-*
~L~
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on February 05, 2012, 05:41:03 AM
Quote from: Jonica on February 04, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Thanks everyone for your very kind words. Each of you has been an inspiration to me, and I am thoroughly enjoying writing a story with Laurie. She is the best victim since Marie B! ;D
Thanks again to each of you.
:-*
J
xoxo
I endorse ALMOST all of this post...except for one lil bit of it. Take a wild guess which part I have a problem with! >:(
:-*
~L~
The :-* part?
:'(
Quote from: Jonica on February 06, 2012, 02:40:06 AM
Quote from: Laurie Breeze on February 05, 2012, 05:41:03 AM
Quote from: Jonica on February 04, 2012, 09:32:50 PM
Thanks everyone for your very kind words. Each of you has been an inspiration to me, and I am thoroughly enjoying writing a story with Laurie. She is the best victim since Marie B! ;D
Thanks again to each of you.
:-*
J
xoxo
I endorse ALMOST all of this post...except for one lil bit of it. Take a wild guess which part I have a problem with! >:(
:-*
~L~
The :-* part?
:'(
Guess again. ::) >:(
Need a lifeline? 8) :-X :P
Quote from: Jonica on February 06, 2012, 02:40:06 AM
The :-* part?
I think she means the part where Marie, the smallest fighter of 'em all, kicks everyone in the ass and emerges victorious.
Oh, Ms. Breeze is cruisin' for a bruisin' :o
But I can also wipe up the floor with you, Joni. Nothin' to it!
Marie
Quote from: Marie B. on February 06, 2012, 02:34:48 PM
Quote from: Jonica on February 06, 2012, 02:40:06 AM
The :-* part?
I think she means the part where Marie, the smallest fighter of 'em all, kicks everyone in the ass and emerges victorious.
Oh, Ms. Breeze is cruisin' for a bruisin' :o
But I can also wipe up the floor with you, Joni. Nothin' to it!
Marie
I'm sure I know which part she's referring to. It may be the part where I beat you with a tree limb and feed you to the alligators. You and I have a meeting coming very soon, Mawee Bee. Right after I finish pounding (giggling maniacally) Laurie. >:(
:-*
J
xoxo
Quote from: Jonica on February 06, 2012, 03:37:35 PM
Quote from: Marie B. on February 06, 2012, 02:34:48 PM
Quote from: Jonica on February 06, 2012, 02:40:06 AM
The :-* part?
I think she means the part where Marie, the smallest fighter of 'em all, kicks everyone in the ass and emerges victorious.
Oh, Ms. Breeze is cruisin' for a bruisin' :o
But I can also wipe up the floor with you, Joni. Nothin' to it!
Marie
I'm sure I know which part she's referring to. It may be the part where I beat you with a tree limb and feed you to the alligators. You and I have a meeting coming very soon, Mawee Bee. Right after I finish pounding (giggling maniacally) Laurie. >:(
:-*
J
xoxo
Joni, I'll be happy to tell you the part I'm referring to....when I'm sitting on ya! >:(
Marie, I beat ya once, 'Shorter Than Me', no reason why I can't do it again! >:(
hugggzzz 'n xoxo
~L~
Nice job Jonica!...another amazing writer we have here! ;D :-*
Jonica I really could never leave either you or Laurie or both of you on a mud flat to fight it out. You are both just too good writers.
Now Marie B, well yes she is a good writer too- one of the best but she's a ..well my mother told me to be a lady so I will leave it to your imagination but suffice it to say, I'd back her against most alligators.
great story I am enjoying it immensely though I do hope I'd never do in real life what you have me do in the story, though there are certain developers I'd consider leaving on a mudflat. And since my dad took me to see some old film noir movies when I was in high school I've always wanted to be a femme fatale (pity there are no stuttering plump femme fatales who wear glasses [sigh]).
It's a great story..pure escapism. Well plotted well written thank you so very much
Quote from: justine_ccsd on February 07, 2012, 03:02:12 PM
Another incredible chapter, Jonica. Sorry it took me so long to reply after reading. Keep up the good work!
There is nothing more to say. I love your work. Thank you for this :)
Chapter 15 (A Catfight Fairytale)
Struggling to breathe, and fight through the pain in my side, I lock my thighs around Laurie's ribs and begin squeezing with all my might. I want nothing more than to feel her ribs pop one by one between my thighs. I want her broken ribs to puncture her lungs, or even better, her heart. I want to inflict as much damage as possible before she can find a way to damage me.
How the hell did this happen? I think to myself. It has been a long time since I left South Dakota. So much happened to lead up to that moment, and so much has happened since to lead up to this moment. I wonder why our paths crossed and led us to this meeting here on a wet mudflat in the Atchafalya River basin. So many people have influenced my life, either for good or for bad, but I am sure I know what lead us to this point.
We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes, and the flashback starts,
I'm standing there,
On the balcony in summer air
I will never forget the very first time I laid eyes on the love of my life. Of course, I had no ideas he would be the love of my life that night. I thought he was going to arrest me. My purple hair was caked with thick, dried blood, muck, and gutter filth. My face was smeared with the same mixture, but you can add streaked tears to the collage. My dark clothes were ripped, torn, and stretched. I think I was still in shock when he asked me out. I really couldn't believe it at first. I thought maybe it was the painkillers talking. Or maybe I had a concussion. I'll never forget the look on his face when I asked him to repeat the question. He hesitated for a moment. I almost thought he wasn't going to respond again. I'm glad he did.
The first date came exactly four days later. I was still bruised and battered. I had stitches in my forehead, just above the hairline. I looked like death warmed over, but he seemed to think I looked okay. I, myself, was completely in awe of him! I think I gasped out loud when I saw him the first time. Incredibly, Joe is exactly one foot taller than I am and weighs twice what I do! But he is hardened from more than a decade in the US Marines and many years in the New Orleans Police Department. His short brown hair gives his face an almost child-like quality. His deep, green eyes glimmer like emeralds in the sunlight. I was smitten from that moment. We made quite a couple...the 6'4 former Marine and the 5'2 goth girl. We even got strange looks in the very odd city of New Orleans.
Laurie squirms and writhes between my thighs. The mud making her slippery and all her squirming and writhing is causing her to slip from between my slippery thighs.
Damn mud!
Don't get me wrong. I like rolling in the mud just as much as the next girl, but this is a fight for my life! I have her right where I want her and she is going to squirm her way out of my hold!
Damn mud!
Laurie begins pounding on my thighs with her fists and clawing at them with her nails. The deep scratches she is leaving isn't helping much either. The muck is seeping into the wounds and starting to burn like hell! Finally I have had enough. I put release my thighs, place my foot between her shoulder blades and shove her away from me.
I roll over to my knees just as she is doing the same. We glare at each other for a moment from across the mudflat. Seems my early attack my have had more affect on hr than I originally thought. She is clutching her ribs and looking at me with absolute murder in her eyes.
We both start to get to our feet, but just as I stand up, my right foot shoot out from under me and I land on my booty in the warm, soft mud with a splat. I try to roll away when Laurie moves to take advantage but I slip again and land on my side. A sharp pain emphasizes the kick to the side as she drives in her bare heel. “Ugghh!!” I grunt and keep trying to roll away when the second kick hits me in the spine.
I see the lights, see the party, the ballgowns.
See you make your way through the crowd,
And say, "Hello",
Little did I know,
That you were Romeo,
You were throwing pebbles,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
And I was crying on the staircase,
Begging you, "Please don't go".
Nothing in life is ever easy...especially for me. Joe and I hit it off but it wasn't all peaches and cream (well, unless one of us brought them on a particular night :P). I always had a problem dealing with relationships. I guess I still do. I probably pushed away more likeable suitors than I allowed into my little world. I almost immediately fell for Joe, so I guess that's why I tried to push him away from the start. I guess that's also why he ended up choosing Kitten over me.
I can't really explain why I was always trying to torpedo good things that would happen in my life. My mother says it's because I am like my father. Always chasing rainbows but not knowing what to do when I catch one. Turmoil is a way of life for me, I guess.
I have a way of finding trouble...if you haven't noticed. Whenever Joe and I decided todo something, I would sabotage it. Case in point, the first time I ever met Gemma Rox. It was on a nice, peaceful trip Joe and I took to Europe. A short stay in London led to a brief side trip to a club in Cardiff. A great night in an awesome bar lead to me running my mouth to a tattooed local that led to a trip to the alley behind the club that led to me taking a not so brief trip to the local emergency room. The whole time Joe was literally begging me to stop. Of course I didn't, and this incident set in motion a chain of events that led us back to Cardiff again, then back home to Louisiana, a not so peaceful trip to Houston, TX (where we met that fucking Kitten), eventually to a trip to South Dakota, and finally to a mudflat in the Atchafalya River. These weren't the abstracts in my relationship with Joe. They were the norm.
Joe tried to make me behave and settle down. I resisted every step of the way. I guess he finally had enough of my antics.
I can't really blame him.
I lie face down in the mud trying to get back on all fours but slipping each time I try to get up. My lower body numb from the vicious kicks to the side and back. I desperately try to crawl to a spot I can get up but there is no need to fret. Laurie's hands tangle in my wet, muddy, sticky hair and pull me to my feet.
“Owwww!!! Let meeeee goooooo, you fucking bitch!!!” I whine and whimper but apparently Laurie isn't in a very merciful mood. A fist slams between my shoulder blades and I start to pitch forward into the muck again. I manage to drop to my knees but then her hands are in my hair again, pulling me back to my feet.
“Ngghh! Ngghh! Let me gooo!!” I hiss and Laurie finally replies. “Sure thing, you poor baby.” She rushes past me, yanking violently on my hair and tugging me with her, head down. Laurie suddenly stops but she continues dragging me. My feet fight to gain traction on the slippery surface, but I can't stop the forward momentum. I flung headfirst to the ground where I skin and bump painfully down the slope and into the river.
“Slupp...slpup...sputter...” I gag and spit as I push myself out of the water and onto my hands and knees. I hear Laurie rushing down the slope and splashing through the ankle-deep water toward me. I try to get to my feet but it's too late. Her foot explodes against my ribs and I am pitched forward into the water again. One good thing, the water washes the muddy filth from my face and upper body, and I can see again. I hear Laurie splashing through the water again and this time I manage to twist around and hook my left arm around her ankle when she lifts it to stomp me in the back. The look on her face is priceless. I guess she though there is no more fight left in me.
She is dead fucking wrong.
I yank my arm toward me and she sits heavily in the muddy water. A satisfying grunt slips though her lips when she lands on her cute little booty.
And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run.
You be the prince, and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."
Joe tried his best to change me. He is probably the most decent man I have ever met. Besides my father and brother, I loved him more than any man I ever met. But no matter how hard he tried, I could never change who I am. I wish I had the answers but no matter how I try to wrap my brain around it, I just can't figure out why I treated him the way I did. My heart breaks whenever I think of him with Kitten. Maybe that is why I have so much animosity in my heart right now for Laurie. She is the one target I can lash out at. She is the one target I can destroy. She is currently my Kitten.
Poor Laurie.
Images of South Dakota flash through my mind as I get to my hands and knees. Laurie is already rolling to one side to try and stand up. Both of us are a sight to behold....soaked to the bone, streaked with mud, a drop of blood clogging one nostril, our hair plastered to our faces, drops of muddy water dripping off our chins and onto our chests.
We both get to our feet. My body aching all over as we turn to face each other. I look deep into Laurie's eyes and try to understand what she is thinking, but all I can see is the same animosity...and mixture of curiosity...that I am feeling clouding them. I circle back toward the bank, and she circles as if to cut me off. As if for the first time, I take a good lock at her body in the soaked, muddy bikini. We really aren't that much different. She may be an inch shorter than me and maybe a little lighter, but all in all we match up pretty well. I guess this is what Jenn wanted when she stranded us here. A fair, even match in which we would end up killing each other. Even though my life is officially at its end, I have no intention of letting Laurie have the satisfaction of being the one to end it. As strong as my distaste is for Gemma, I can't say I really hate her (quite the contrary, but that is a different story), but my hatred for Laurie is growing stronger by the second.
I want nothing more than to hold her head under the muddy water of the Atchafalya River until she is no longer moving. Forget the fact that I set this chain of events in motion when I visited South Dakota. Never mind this is all my fault. It's time to tie us some loose ends before my young life comes to an end on a mudflat in the middle of the Louisiana wetlands.
A look of surprise flashes across Laurie's face when I rush at her and drive a right cross into her side and a short, wicked left jab to her chin. Her head snaps back as if on a hinge and she stumbles back into the mud and water on her butt. I try to end the fight right then and there, but my right foot is slowed down dramatically by the shin deep water. It also throws off my aim. Instead of hitting my intended target (the side of her face), the top of my foot slaps against her left shoulder and upper arm. The blow makes an impressive smacking sound, but that is about it. I regain my balance and lunge at her again. My shoulder drives into her chest, knocking us both sprawling into the warm water and mud. My hands grip Laurie's throat as I try to wrestle her face under the surface.
“Fucking bitch!! (gurgle…sputter…gurgle) Get off meeee!!!” Laurie screams and wraps her legs around my sides and squeezes hard. I keep her face under water, but I am losing my grip as she tries to cut me in half. Her right hand shoots out and she slams an open palm under my chin. Pushing my head back, she manages to make me release my grip on her throat. She rocks her hips and causes me to topple into the dark water. My hands grasping for her throat, but all I manage to grab is her bikini top, which loosens in my grip and stretches as I flail around in the cooling water.
So I sneak out to the garden to see you,
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if he knew,
So close your eyes,
Escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo,
I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
But you were everything to me,
Begging you, "Please don't go".
Talk about your star-crossed lovers. Joe and I fit that bill to a tee. He wouldn’t give up on me, no matter how badly I acted. It seemed he was more my babysitter than my lover, but I now know he did really love me. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated him. If only I could tell him how I feel, but that has never been something I was very good at…unless I was mad. Then I could tell anyone how I felt. Just ask Gemma. Even after our initial meeting in a dark, crowded nightclub in Cardiff, Wales, we became friends/enemies/part-time lovers. It’s odd how that happens. I realized then that one day my relationship with her would come crashing down around my shoulders, but I never dreamed that Joe and I would end the way we did.
But there were moments I proved how deep my love was for him.
Did I ever tell you the story about his car crash three years into our relationship? We moved in together just short of three months after meeting (big mistake on his part, huh?). I knew there was a chance I could get a call that he had been hurt…or worse. He is a cop, for goodness sakes.
Well, one night during the dead of what we call “winter” here in southern Louisiana; I got that dreaded call. It seemed like I was at the hospital in an instant. For the first time since my father died, I actually prayed. I had my rosary beads clenched around my hands. He was so small lying there in that hospital bed. I was so scared. I held his hand for 21 straight hours and promised him I would never leave his side again. I didn’t sleep until his eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me.
I knew then there was still a God, and he still answered prayers. Even those from evil people like me. Why I didn’t change my life at that moment, I will probably regret forever.
Laurie’s top finally comes completely off and I thrash at her using it like a whip. She is trying to tighten her thighs around my sides, but the water is making me slippery, and I with my constant wriggling and squirming, I am slipping out of her grasp. My hips finally clear her thighs…along with my bikini bottoms.
“Fuck you Laurie!!” I squeal through gritted teeth and try to take my bare booty back onto the muddy shore.
Laurie is small, but she is quicker than she looks. I am suddenly caught from behind…he fingers latching onto my wet, loose hair and yanking me backwards. We land with a splash, and I immediately try to twist around. My hands going for her throat again while she slaps and punches at my sides. We clench in a mutual hug and roll into deeper water.
What a sight we are making here on the shore of a mudflat in the middle of a wide spot in the Atachafalaya River, where three smaller bayous empty into the larger river.
Lightning flashes above us and it seems we are frozen for a moment in harsh black and white. Laurie finally rolls on top of me. She works her bare thigh between my legs and pins it against my naked crotch…keeping me from twisting away. Her wet head etches against the darkening clouds behind her as she draws her fist back. Her breasts bouncing and jiggling from the movement of her chest and shoulders (funny what we notice at times like these :P), but just as she starts to deliver what could be a fight-ending blow, my fist shoots out and buries deep into her belly…in the area just above her crotch and just below her belly button.
Laurie’s eyes fly open wide, and her mouth forms a soundless “O.” Her punch was already on it’s way, but my thrust throws it off course and instead of my chin, it slams into my shoulder. Pain rocks all the way to my heart, but Laurie rolls off me and into the water.
And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.
I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run.
You be the prince, and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."
"Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel.
This love is difficult, but it's real.
Don't be afraid, we'll make it of this mess,
It's a love story, baby, just say, 'yes'."
Things were much better for a while after the accident. I nursed him back to health…and set my future legitimate career goals on track. Did I ever mention I am a registered nurse? No. Okay, I’m a registered nurse. I finally thought about settling down and enjoying my new life. That is until I thought about settling down and enjoying my new life. Nightmares would wake me screaming in the night. Daydreams of my mother saying, “You are too much like your father, you” would interfere with whatever I was doing at that time. Eventually, I bought into that and I would distance myself from Joe and begin making a nuisance of myself again. This also coincided with the death of my brother in Iraq. That didn’t help matters much either.
As much trouble as I caused, there was one constant I could always count on though. Joe would stick by me through thick and thin, no matter what I would do. He was always by my side. He was my partner in crime, so to speak. Even though he was really the one walking behind me picking up the pieces. I thought I could do no wrong. He was there to make sure my sins were well covered up.
Then one day, he wasn’t there.
I roll to my knees in the water and I am immediately hit with a cool wind…not a steady breeze, but a cool wind…being driven by the coming storm. The water is growing more and more choppy as I reach for Laurie. “You dirty slut!!” I scream at her, “You ruined everything!” For a moment, I see fear in her eyes as she raises her hands to protect herself, but I do no plan to be deterred this time. I grab her hair and yank her toward me. Her bare flesh sliding easily on the muddy shoreline, then I slam two quick left jabs into her face. My plan was to break her nose, but she was smart enough to turn her head away just in time. My punches do, however, land flush on her cheek, causing it to start swelling and turn purple.
Well, I got tired of waiting,
Wondering if you were ever coming around.
My faith in you was fading,
When I met you on the outskirts of town.
I guess Joe finally became tired of my antics. I will never forget the day he came home, packed his bags and left. I will never get over the feeling of heartbreak and despair when he said he was leaving me for Kitten. I went on a three-month binge of drugs, alcohol, and perversion that climaxed at a biker rally in South Dakota with a pair of scissors. Well, I guess that isn’t entirely true. It seems the climax may be right here on the banks of a muddy cypress island in a river in Louisiana. No matter what Joe or Kitten did to me, I am the one at fault. It’s the culmination of a lifelong train wreck that brought me here. I will never be able to forgive myself. But here, in my last few hours, I don’t plan to dwell upon all of this. I plan to make Laurie Breeze pay for reminding me how worthless my life has become. Like I said, I want to feel her last struggles as I hold her head under the water until she can no longer move.
The wind grows stronger as we struggle in the choppy water. Both of us are tiring and our blows becoming more and more desperate. We have both made it to our feet and are glaring at each other. Our bikinis are now all but afterthoughts floating on the current toward the Gulf of Mexico. When I was sixteen, if you had told me I would be on a mudflat in the middle of the Atchafalaya River, stark naked, fighting for my life with another woman, I would have laughed at you. Although when I was 28, I might have believed it.
Laurie and I circle each other cautiously. Water streams off my cheeks and drips off my chin. Our hair pasted to our heads with water and muck. As if on cue, we lunge at each other throwing wild punches. Many land but most miss. The ones that land feel like hammer blows and we are both soon cursing each other and alternately crying and gasping. Mutual hatred drives both of us in a final push to destroy the other.
Lightning ripples across the darkening sky, and I lunge at Laurie as thunder rumbles deeply above us. My hands go for her throat and my slender body bangs into hers with a dull, fleshy thud. We fall into the cooling water, both of us grabbing for the others’ throats. Our teeth snapping at each other like two wild beasts in the midst of a death struggle.
I begin to overpower the slightly smaller Laurie and push my thumbs into her throat. I literally growl as I begin trying to crush her windpipe and push her head into the dark, sucking mud. I feel her movements weakening and the fight leaving her. The light in her bright eyes starting to fade. I am going to win this fight, but of course I am going to ultimately lose the war. Jenn has forsaken me. Gemma has given up on me. Joe is still gone. But I am going to win this one. Just like I did in South Dakota.
“Remember the scissors, bitch?” I ask in a calm, steady bitch as Laurie is on the verge of sinking into the mud and water.
I never see her draw her foot up and show just how flexible she is. I never see her leg lift out of the water and her knee draw all the way up to her chest. I never recognize the threat until it’s much too late. Laurie’s foot explodes on the side of my head and fireworks flash in the sky and thunder booms loudly in the sky. One moment I am choking the essence from Laurie, and the next minute I am staring stupidly at her glassy eyes and mouth open wide. Her foot lifts again. My brain screams, “FALL OVER!” but my body refuses to cooperate. Her foot smashes in the middle of my face and I fall into the cooling water, completely unconscious.
And I said,
"Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.
I keep waiting for you, but you never come.
Is this in my head,
I don't know what to think,"
I guess this is the culmination of a life gone wrong. I can’t even seem to focus on my life’s work because it is so darn pathetic. Not only have I lost everything good in my life, I have managed to lose this fight for my very life.
Laurie’s belly mashes against my bare back. My knees lower legs are bent behind me with my feet mashing into my lower butt. My knees bent painfully, but that is the least of my worries. My arms are pulled upwards and I my face pushed down with my face in the water and mud. The cool water reviving me while I am being held in a painful full nelson, my face held in the water so I will slowly drown.
So this is how it all ends? I guess it’s appropriate that I will die here in the Louisiana wetlands that meant so much to me as a little girl.
“Some on is coming for you.”
The familiar male voice echoes in my head as thunder roles over me.
“Daddy?” I ask in bewilderment….dark water trickling into my throat.
“Everything will be alright, Joni. You’ll be home soon. He’s coming for you.”
“Daddy?”
“Everything will be fine, mi peeshwank amour. I love you.”
“Daddy? Don’t go.”
But he is already gone. Lost on the waves. I calm a little, now resigned to my fate. I wonder what Heaven is like? I must be going to heaven, right? Daddy said everything would be okay. “Daddy? Who’s coming?”
The angels come in a pair. But they are wearing black. I thought angels wore white? “Daddy? I’m confused.”
Lying facedown in the cool water of the Atchafalya River, the wings of the angels beating a steady throb all around me. My body limp and nearly completely submergered in the muck..
“Joni?”
The angel’s voice sounds so familiar.
“Can you hear me, Joni? Call in the medical chopper!”
Medical chopper? They have those in Heaven? That is odd. You’d think there wouldn’t be a need…..
“Joni?!?! Can you hear me?”
The angel rolls me onto my back and his lips meet mine and begin blowing in my mouth.
This is so odd! Why would an angel blow in my mouth? Not that I am complaining. I always loved kissing Joe. He does it so well.
The angel’s wings throp and throb in the ebbing daylight. I am no longer in the cool water, instead I am lying on a blanket beside the river. I open my eyes and look around confused. Laurie is sitting in the mud a few feet away with a blanket on her shoulders. Why would angels carry blankets?
Joe leans over to blow in my mouth again and he sees my eyes open.
“Joni?”
“Joe? I didn’t know you were an angel….”
“Oh shit! Joni!” His arms scoop me into a long embrace, hugging me to his powerful chest. His black police fatigues covered in mud and dirty water, the helicopter sitting on the highest point of the cypress island behind us. “I thought I was too late. Oh shit! I am so sorry!” Hugging me closer while he continues to babble almost incoherently about a phone call from Jenn telling him where I am and not to be too late. “I thought I was too late…I thought I was too late….”
“Joe?”
Another helicopter skims across the water…this one orange. I guess I am not dead after all. “I want you to come home Joni. I want you back in my life. I am so sorry for what I have done to you.”
“Joe?” I can’t bring my eyes up to meet his..shame and embarrassment overwhelming me.
“Please come home, Joni.” I try to push away, but he simply won’t let me. I turn my head and look across the water. I bite my lip and tears stream down my face, as I see my father in a screen of rain moving across the far side. He is smiling and nodding yes.
“Joe?”
“Come home, Joni. I love you.”
He knelt to the ground,
And pulled out a ring and said,
"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
“Please come back, Joni.”
I close my eyes and sink into his arms and finally feel at peace. When I open my eyes I stare into Laurie’s as she loaded into the medical helicopter. Both of looking at the other quizzically, knowing this isn’t the end between us.
“Joni, I love you. Please come home”
I close my eyes and pull Joe tightly to me. I pass out in his arms on the banks of a mudflat in the Atchafalaya River.
I love you, and that's all I really know.
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress,
It's a love story, baby just say….
……yes.
The End
I'm literally shaking right now. I can't help it. I just finished reading the big finale, I have goosebumps, I'm numb except for the shaking..... Joni, thank you so much for bringing me on your wild terrifying amazing ride! Right from the very first word in the first sentence in the first chapter you hit the switch to full speed 'n you never let up, not even for a second! Wow. Every chapter, I kept telling myself there is NO WAY she can top what she's already written 'n every chapter you made a freaken liar out of me! I love you for that, peeshwank! As much as I 'hate' you in the story! No, even more.
All I can say is, yes, this is far from over. Our story won't end on the Atchafalaya River. It can't.
huggggzzz 'n xoxoxo :-* :-* :-* 8) ;D
~L~
You've outdone yourself with this one, Joni. :)
Marie
Quote from: Marie B. on February 15, 2012, 11:11:03 PM
You've outdone yourself with this one, Joni. :)
Marie
Wow, I'm agreeing with Marie. Never saw that coming! :) ;)
~L~
instant ticket to the hall of fame . Great story, and I am glad to have had a cameo role, even as a wicked witch. I wish all our lives could be fixed like yours was in the story.
Whatta hot story - excitedly written interspersed with poetry - great stuff; though a sad, heart wrencing ending: surely; it can't really be 'The End' of Joni? :o ::)
Hugs
Katja
Thank y'all so much for the very kind comments. This was a very fun story to write. There were so many directions it could have gone in, and I really enjoyed the way I decided to take it. This is, of course, a sequel to Laurie Breeze's story Bad Night in the Black Hills (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,17994.0.html). I would like to thank everyone who allowed me to victimize them in this story, I really love to use forum members to add some flavor to my stories, and this one wouldn't have been possible without them (I will include a 'Cast of Characters' credits list in the next day or two). Be on the lookout for a third part in the upcoming weeks written by the one and only Gemma Rox. As you know, Gemma has a unique style that cannot be duplicated. It will be a wild ride for sure.
*hugs* :-*
Joni
xoxo
I finally finished this! Wow! is all I can say! You are a tremendous talent. I hope you are not wasting it. Write a novel or something. You need to be read.
Thank yo both for your very kind comments!
:D
J
xoxo
Closing Credits
Joni: That would be me. I think you can find my profile.
Joe: Poor Joe is still my personal whipping post. He is based on a real life person
Laurie: The incomparable Laurie Breeze (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=17366).
Gemma: Mi amore, the one...the only.... Gemma Rox (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=15628)
Marie B: The minute Canadian crippler Marie B (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=2553)
Jenn Peccavi: The Bad Bitch of Rue Bourbon is none other then the Big Bad Sweetie of FCF peccavi (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=2660)
Kayla: Marie B's partner in crime and other places, the South African killing machine Kayla (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=2665)
Kitten: The girl who caused Joe to break my heart. I'm not finished with her, either. I also hope Beaten slut (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=11431) remembers us asking for her permission to play Kitten more than a year ago! ::)
Batgirl: One of the more interesting roles in the story, and an intriguing character in the story and irl, Ash (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=24391)
Rylie: The leader of the biker gang chasing after Batgirl. Everyone's favorite Amazon, Rylie Knight (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=24366)
My mother: Portrayed by my mother. Pretty self-explanatory. :D
Big Black Hulking Guy: The owner of the nightclub where Gemma and I nearly met our maker. Then he made us scream like we were *blush* BlackHulk (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=3387)
Chrisssy: The girl who nearly beat the shit out of Gemma and I in Hulk's club, Chrissssssssy (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=9314)
The Bitchy Cop: One of my nemesis on FCF. The one real bitch I have found here. I hate her worse than Kitten, Justine_ccsd (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=19229)
The Bitchy Cop's Bitchy Partner: Another one you have to watch real close...just like her pal Justine, Amanda Penn (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=13189)
The uppity, classless, bitchy Southern belle: One of the bright spots of the story, and one of the nicest people on FCF...until you step in a ring with her! Ouch time! lorielou (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=24425)
Sam and Piny: These two clowns (Ruffians, as they call themselves) are inseparable in the chat room, so they should be introduced here too, samsoni (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=6065) and pinyatoo (http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=4331)
I would like to thank each and everyone of the members who allowed themselves to be victimized for this story! This site wouldn't be the same without them! They are the ones who add color to the place and make it so much fun! I love you all!!
Joni
xoxo
Songs Quoted or Otherwise Used
Chapter 5:
The Wino and I Know
Written and performed by Jimmy Buffett
Leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight
Written by Rodney Crowell
Performed by Emmylou Harris
Chapter 14:
Beautiful Beautiful
Written by Francesca Battistelli, Ian Eskelin, Andrew Fromm,
Performed by Francesca Battistelli
Chapter 15:
Love Story
Written and performed by Taylor Swift
pou vou Jonica :-*
Thanks T! :) ;D ;) 8)
This story so needed to be brought back to the first page....Not because I'm in it or it's the second part of our series ...
A Clockwork Strawberry is one of the wildest, most creative, most unpredictable, most amazing stories I've ever read! If it was a book it would be a page turner, I guess here it would be a scroll-downer (?) ;) This story cries out to be published or at least made into a movie or both! (I want Jordan Ladd to play me....we're both short 'n we're both from South Dakota! Her mom Cheryl Ladd was born here.)
Another Jonica Master Class in writing story!!!
hugggzzz 'n xoxoxo
~L~