Jem…Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Previously on the last episode of Jem…

I’m going over things in my head and figuring out songs when I hear Rayne sort of mumble curse.

“What? What’s up?”

“I think we’re being followed?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, and I think it’s those guys from the other night it looks like their truck.”

I look back in the mirror and it’s hard to tell because last time it had been so dark out but I just have this feeling that it is. I call Mike on the phone.

“Mike?”

“Yeah?”

“That truck is it following us?”

“I noticed, I think it is.”

“They followed Rayne and me from our last date.”

“Huh, okay you want me to get rid of them.”

“Uhm…maybe?”

We’re in front and Mike’s actually in the rear with Brooklyn’s car in the middle and Mike stops his car and we keep going. I’m watching in the rear view door mirrors of the van as their truck drives past Mike and I see an arms come out and smash Mike’s driver’s side window shattering it with a tire iron.

“Shit! Mike! Stop the van!”

I’m getting out and Brooklyn’s getting out and yelling. “Mike!!!” As she’s running back there.

…………………………………………………………………..Oh shit, Brook! This is the last thing that we need to happen is her to freak out and to run in and get hurt. I’m so glad I’m not in heels right now and that I’ve had lots of practice running.

*** Brooklyn……

Kimmie and I were just hamming it up like we always do between us mostly talking about how angel had sexed her way sort of into getting us another gig actually four gigs that entire nights for all of them.

That plus our stuff at the Pine Tree’s got us into some serious money…well maybe not serious money but between that and the PayPal and the other stuff…

I mean Ange said we’ve got rent already!

I…I…I never thought I mean I had no idea what was going on until Mike stopped his car and I looked in my rear mirror and seen this beat up Dodge-Ram with a cap on the back stop fast beside Mike too close for him to open the door and then this guys arm comes out and all I see is an explosion of glass!

I bail out of my car.

No, no, no, no, no!

I’m running and I hear someone screaming. “Mike!!!” before I realize it’s me.

The truck hit’s me with its high beams and the overhead lights and I stumble not being able to see. I hear the squeal of the tires and it’s coming right at me fast!

***Kimberly……

What the hell happened?!

We where having just the best day. I mean with Mr. Powers being so cool and treating me like one of his own…something my own folks barely do. Then there’s Brook and Mike being all awesome and stuff and seeing her smile it just…

For a long time I thought after Summer betrayed us and stuff that she had something broken y’know?

We were listening to tunes and giggling over how Angel had so given the guy serious wood over her and stuff and the fact she got us even more gigs to play and how funny and cool it was and even the fact that Angel finally fessed up to herself and was admitting she was a girl.
Heck I knew that with like the first time we did her up at the house. I just sat there and couldn’t really see her as a boy y’know.

And she’s changed everything in our lives too.

Then this…

It was like just so…

Mike’s car stopped and I turned around to see what was going on and I seen the smash and heard it even and then Brooklyn’s jumping out or the car and running and I had to jump over the stick shift and jam my foot on the brakes!

Red headed Baka she jumped out of a moving car!

Then I get blinded when the truck turns it’s brights on and I’m blinking to see and that’s when Brooklyn goes down and I see the truck coming as they’re burning rubber to peal out of here and…

“Brook!!!”

There’s a thump that makes me scream.

***Rayne……

It’s them…

I was sure it was them and that they’d been following us from the four way stop just down the road from the Amsterdam Pub.

I’m not sure if these guys were dealers like Angel thinks. I don’t really know a lot about that stuff. Well sort of the only dealers I know are three girls that usually just have a lot of dope in the party scene from Summer and Eddie at work who just sells weed but he’s like one of those classic “like whoa dude.” Stoners.

It’s surprising that Angel as girly as she is knows that side of things but with her dad? Remy seems like that guy that isn’t just that guy but he knows a lot of people. For all my Raven bit really; I’m just a middle classed kid who grew up in the suburbs out in Glenwood I work at Wal-Mart and I’ve been trying to actually just make music and have my band.

Heck even the whole Goth thing is more camouflage than anything I mean how better to have people go well oh…duh of course she’s a dyke look at her.

Worked with my family…

But being gay…well being lesbian isn’t the whole great carpet munching joy fest that people think. I can go into a lot of the bad stuff but just for the sake of the situation and these assholes there’s plenty of red-necked-mullet-brained-sister humping-shitheels around that are so pissed that a girl might not want their humping slimy dicks anywhere near them…

Well they get seriously mad that we don’t have a use for the cock.

Like a couple of the guys that beat me up one night after Summer fucked off said to me and Tara the girl that I was with…

“You wanna fuck like a guy then you fight like a guy…but you a faggit-cunt so you’re gonna get beat like a fag.”

I’m lucky that I’m as big as I am otherwise I’d been hurt a lot worse.

But two months of bruises and peeing blood make’s you develop a red necked spidey sense some quick.

I’ve been looking for that truck around ever since they had seen me with Angel. That could be trouble in a lot of ways because I might not be able to fight them off and they’d try what they always try and if the did that then it wouldn’t take too much for them to figure out Angel’s not a genetic girl.

When we talked to Mike and he stopped his car I was hoping that a guy as tough as Mike would throw them off their game and scare them off. These guys are nothing if real fucking cowards.

I wasn’t expecting them to stop and cut him off from using his door and smashing his window out hard.

I wasn’t expecting angel to jump out and go running towards the whole thing. Shocked sorta, I’m where Angel is and I’m still dealing with the rest of that but…never mind later about that stuff. No Angel’s a fighter…Jase was a fighter…if Adam ever went one on one without his mob Jase would have kicked his ass a long time ago.

But Jase is really Angel and Angel is fucking the bravest girl…the bravest person I know…she saved me from getting hit by a car…

Some girls get a knight in shining armor and I have this girl in glitter and pink.

Who just duke-boy’d over the hood of Brooklyn’s car.

The truck kicks in its high-beams and they hit the gas and I see Brooklyn trip and take a header onto the pavement and the truck’s squealing its tires headed right at her as they’re taking off.

“Shit!!!”

I’m grabbing Angel’s phone and dialling 911 and reaching for band’s first aid bag…

***Mike……

Yeah I saw the tail too…

And I wasn’t sure who the hell it was but I had figured it might have been someone that Adam had hired to tail me.

Maybe Angel since she had said no to him and has treated him like the little douche-nugget he really is.

But when it got closer it wasn’t something I’d see a P.I. drive and it didn’t look like something an off duty town cop might drive this was a 90’s Dodge-Ram with a shitty body job and partly painted and partly primer cover and wearing a thick coating of mud…a real redneck mobile.

So maybe it was those guys that had followed Angel and Rayne.

I was all ready to stop them from following the girls any longer and do what I could to deal with them when they came in and cut me off from using my door and by the time I realized that the guy in the passenger side was swinging the tire iron at the door.

He’d done this shit before…

One you have to know how and where to hit car glass even the glass on a door to shatter, it’s safety glass it’ll want to just spiderweb. Two you need experience to know how to use a tire iron effectively really….and three to swing it and use the speed of the truck…yeah…

He’d done this shit before…

I try and turn my head and the window doesn’t just shatter and spider-web it explodes I turn my head but it still hits me like someone whacked me one it the back of my head and I tried to take cover…I still had the phone in my right hand and I try to blindly aim it over my left shoulder and snap off a few pictures.

I hear one do this calm little. “Heh-heh-heh…” laugh and then say. “Give’r.”

I hear the tires squeal and I look up to see Brooklyn go down tripping lit up by the high-beams of the truck.

Shit…no…

“Brook!!!”

***Angel……

Dammit Brooklyn dammit!

I’m running as fast as I can and I jump and thank god for slippery jeans that let me jump and butt surf over the hood of Brooklyn’s car.

I see her go down and cry out in pain.

There’s the flash of lights and another thank you to Adam I guess I’ve been high-beamed a lot and I don’t fall for it I don’t look at the truck. I look at Brooklyn.

Just her and she’s all that matter’s.

Getting her before the light gets her because if the light gets her then she’ll vanish forever.

I’m not going to lose someone I love!

Not again!

I grab her by her arm and I pull with every bit of my body weight and pray. I’m the second smallest girl actually in the group with Kim being the smallest.

We fall backwards and I clip the edge of Mike’s bumper with my shoulder and Brooklyn’s crashing down on top of me a second later and it’s that close we hear this raggedy thumping muffled rattle of the truck running over Brook’s sneaker.

The truck peals off and cut’s a corner and takes off out of sight.

I hear the rush of feet.

“Brook!!!” Both Mike and Kim.

“Angel!!!” Rayne.

“Holy fuck….” Me.

“Uh…huh……” Brooklyn……. (Sniffle…)... “Oh god…oh shit… (Sniffle…sob..)… “Angel…?”

“Yeah… (Pant.)..?”

“…… (SOB!!!)…”

Brook just loses it and she starts bawling and shaking and she buries her face into my chest….and has that shake fit screaming cry.

I hug her tight and hang onto her.

I sort of can hear the sirens in the distance.