Jem…Chapter 95

Chapter 95

 

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Author's Note: Picture used with permission from *lavonia on deviantart.

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Chapter 95
 

Earlier in Jem…………

*Summer…………..

I get in my car and I head off driving and I shake…I drive away from Rayne and I shake and shake and I don’t get more than a few blocks away before I turn away and down an access road and part the car before I end up in a wreck or something.

It all comes back in a flood even though it was a few minutes ago in comes back in this flood.

“I deserve that.” I meant it, kinda…There’s times that just…

“Yes, you do.”

“Still…I’m a cunt, we both know that and I did what I did.”

“You broke our hearts.”

I shrugged. “Your own fault kinda.”

“My fault? Oh fucking no you’re not putting this shit on me anymore!” She got up and put the guitar down and swing the door closed.

“I told you, I told you I was fucking broken. You’re the one that never listened.”

“That’s convenient bullshit!” I meant that too, I might have been a total cunt but like they say it takes two.

She’s pissed and yelling at me. I leaned down and set my coffee down on the ground and she dug through my purse for a smoke. This was coming, I knew this was coming.

I was lighting it and I was just taking my first drag Rayne stepped up and I got punched in the guts I fell back and cough hard choking on the smoke and look at her. “Fuck! Why’d you!?”

And she’s screaming at me getting in my face.

“I loved you!, Loved you! And you go and you make me think I’m not broken either and then you fucking leave! Just up and fucking leave with our songs our tears and blisters and work!”

I shouldn‘t have eyed back but I did. “Yeah, I fucking did! You were so caught up in your family bullshit that I didn’t fucking matter anymore! You didn’t care about me as much as them! You left me fucking first!”

“My goddamned father died! The last thing we ever did, our last moments were him and I screaming at each other!”

“Fuck them, fuck all of them and fuck him!”

I slapped her or she sapped me and then I threw my coffee and throw it her face. It was full on bitchflexes. It’s hot and she screams in rage…I’m lucky it wasn’t hot enough to burn or scald but…fuck I…I…really didn’t mean to. I scream back loudly.

“No! He was a bastard! He treated you like shit and then like a fuckin leper when you came out…I was there, you were supposed to be with me!”

“I was fucking heartbroken! I never left!”

“No!, No!?” I shoved her harder than I meant to. “Drugs? And sleeping all the time and cutting!? You left me and you were still there!”

“You could’ve helped me for fucks sakes!”

“I…..” I couldn’t, I couldn’t and just…I know who I am and I can’t help anyone, not then and not now.

I turned away from me and storm back over to where we were and scoop my cigarette off the ground. I take a drag as Rayne’s wiping coffee from her face. “I wasn’t going to sit there and watch you wreck my life Rayne.”

“No instead you bailed on me.”

“You left me first.”

She did she checked out and she left me first.

I have a headache.

I’m actually back…back in my back seat and I’m drowning in hate in that, the anger there still.

She Rayne…she checked out on me like all the rest of them did.

It was self defense right?

I hate feeling like this so damned raw and hurt and vulnerable.

It’s that place I get to when I drift and suddenly I’m right back there in that big empty house with her and with him and she doesn’t care because I was just her meal ticket.

And in a big rich house people don’t hear you say no, they don’t hear you….

And it was my fault; I was the liar and the trouble maker.

The one she threw away like trash.

……………………………………It’s a few hours later and I’m down at Prince’s house. He’s one of those guys y’know in town that sells a bit of everything and yet stays under the radar. He’s older like one of those 80’s guys and being a zebra and all light skinned I guess he got the nickname of Prince after the singer.

I stopped in after an ATM run and took some cash out of the credit card and came in and made myself at home. There’s a guy at the door but I’m a regular and stuff so it wasn’t really a hassle.

And not a guy with like a gun at the door just some one there to see who it is and check with Prince.

I’m cool.

He looks at me as some girl passes me a joint. She’s not half bad looking but I’m not in the mood for that. I do take the joint and take a few hits before passing it on.

Prince comes in and he’s actually kinda hot if you’re into black guys me not that much, actually he’s too light. If I’m going chocolate I want it big and them really dark.

It’s not a race thing, it’s a generation thing like I said he’s like an 80’s guy and he’d drive me nuts and stuff.

“Summer long time no see what can I do for you girl?”

“Bad day Prince I’m here for a pick up.”

“Okay so you’re looking for?”

“Weed if you have anything good in, a couple of bottles.”

“I have some pretty decent stuff in a few flavors. The Keifer’s the best.”

“Keifer? Red-hair from Cali but migrated all the way up to Prince George, it’s a good strain and its top notch hydro.”

“How much?”

“Eighty for a quarter.”

“I’ll take an ounce.”

He looks at me and gives that look. I hold up the money. “Yeah, yeah and some papers too, and what do you have to drink.”

He takes the money and jock pockets it like a TV thug. “I got rum and a couple of cases of Gordon’s that dropped off a truck.”

“Gordon’s?”

“Gin.”

“Oh…yick…I’ll take two through, better make it three quarts of that and what kind of rum?”

“Black Diamond.”

“Three quarts of that too.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

I sit and smoke another joint with the stoners there and some of them are grinning because they go that school that I play at where Adam goes to.

Yeah, yeah you’re smoking a joint with a cool chick.

Prince comes back and I take my stuff and toss it in the back and I head home only to stop at Wall-mart and I go in and I’m feeling a bit better now that I’ve got a good buzz started.

Not better but distant and distant’s good.

I get some stuff. Mixes, coke and diet coke and tonic water and some limes as well as some doctor pepper and then a boat load of snacks. Chips and some chocolate but mostly…I stop and buy the stuff for pizza instead of the boxed ones.

Maybe I can ask Hannah to cook?

I head out and drive home this time and yeah I’m buzzed but nowhere nearly as bad as I’ve been. I don’t drink and drive or even get to stoned and drive it’s really not work it and I get home and I shoulder my purse and gather everything up and I carry the whole load inside.

The others are sort of doing their own thing except for Gary who’s sitting on the couch downstairs with Dee and they have that look like they’re back on again. That serious laid back of just getting laid and they’re watching some Dee centric reality show while Muzz is sitting with Hannah on the floor in front of one of the other TV’s and they’re playing guitar hero.

She looks over at me and she stops playing and gets up and heads over. “You okay?”

“Nope, ran into Rayne and I tried…we had a blow out and it just sucked.”

“Hence the booze?” She says as she’s watching me take out all six quarts.

“Hence the booze, time to get wasted.”

She looks at me. “You don’t need to get wasted, just cut loose.”

I stare at her.

She starts dancing in front of me. “You need this Summer, c’mon cut loose and stuff.”

I move my jaw some. And she reaches over and grabs my face by my chin and steps up and tip toes and she kisses me.

Oh, well that wasn’t planned but I’ll take it.

“Hannah.”

“Nope, nothing doing…you got a rep as a bitch y’know that?”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not but you like playing one.”

“Hannah…”

“It’s done…Summer it’s done you two are history, let it go.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“No it’s not, not when you’re looking behind yourself all the time. It hurt, it sucked but it didn’t kill you move on to better stuff.”

“Better stuff?”

“Your music, your band…me.”

“You?”

She nods and bites her lip and she moves to kiss me and I see it and I move too and meet her in the kiss and we’re kissing and our hands are all over each other for the first like forty seconds or solid minute before they settle and mine settle into the small of her back and she slides her hands into my back pockets.

“Hannah…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pretty fucking broken.”

She chuckles. “No shit Sherlock, so is everyone.”

“I warned you.”

“And I’ll take my chances.”

“You sure?”

She steps away and pulls me with her to the stairs and then up them. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

……………………………………………..It was…Hannah has a lot of scars. It’s what you see first. She doesn’t have the same ones as Rayne with the cutting and there’s nothing that looks like suicide scars either but she’s been beaten and beaten hard.

Fucking fishing pole…the top of one I guess with the eyelets things still on it. I got no idea how anyone can get away with that shit. I know it happens all the effing time but…seeing all the scars even gave me a lump in my throat.

She had one too and I can tell it went right to her girlness that she had all of those scars and was showing them to me for the first time.

It was some pretty big courage doing that.

I actually rolled us a pretty big spliff and we got pretty loose and that’s when Hannah put on some tunes and we danced a bit and dancing led to kissing.

She’s actually if the scars don’t matter to you and they don’t to me…Hannah’s damned pretty for a t-girl. Cute nice little girly butt and starter boobs but she’s skinny too. It’s that street kid living as you can skinny but it kinda works too in that waif kind of way.

Kissing led to the bed and the bed led to heavy petting and nakedness. She was shy about her stuff but not freaked out by me giving her a blowjob.

After that I asked. “Are you okay, I know most girls like you sometimes aren’t with that?”

“I’d rather have a vee Summer I won’t lie about that but it’s here until I can get an op and I haven’t really had enough hormones to kill the little fucker so I have to live with it.”

“So you’re okay?”

“Yeah as long as we’re clear that I’m not a guy…then yeah.”

“You’re too fucking beautiful to be a guy Hannah.”

She blushed and smiled and she went down to return the favor.

She eats pussy like a real lesbian.

There is a difference, even with a girl like Hannah. I’ve had guys go down on me and there’s been a few that are really decent at it but no one eats pussy like a lesbian.

We went further too…all free and mellow in our stone and just…I will say I’ve had worse guys slip me theirs and Hannah…she might be a t-girl but she’s still mostly a teenaged boy and she’s done this before.

Actually she rocked my world really good…quickish recovery and that stamina that comes from having had sex before.

Even when it turned into my turn with the toys…she was no virgin either.

But I was actually into it saying things while she was inside me… “Fuck me, rub me, slide that clitty against mine.” I wanted to say those things to make it not about “Male” like I said I don’t have a problem with Hannah being transgendered.

I wasn’t going to do this, not this soon but I wanted something, needed something to dull me out from the stuff that I was feeling and make me feel anything else.

I just really didn’t expect it to be this good and I didn’t expect Hannah to get me away from getting totaled.

………………………………….. There is nothing like being stoned and then getting the munchies from that combined with the after sex hungry too. We took a shower and got dressed in our sort of around the house night wear and Hannah is wearing my Harley Davidson old black t-shirt and because of our size difference it’s just down past her butt.

Okay she looks good like that and she slipped into a pair of panties and jean cut offs and I’m just in panties and a New England Patriots Jersey…it’s something I got off a guy one time at a party and it’s that thin and soft and big that I kept it and I like the colors not that I know dick about football.

Hannah actually teases me about it and how “The pat’s suck?” And that get’s Muzz started on America and how football isn’t football and that soccer is real football and North American is pussified rugby which gets him into it with Gary who’s into sports and I bartend while Hannah makes us food.

Muzz is happy that I got gin and he’s doing G&T’s and Tara is too and Dee and I are drinking rum. I’m just having a few just to actually enjoy it and Dee’s rum and diet coke and I’m rum with lots of ice and Dr. Pepper.

Hannah doesn’t drink, she doesn’t like either thing I got and she says she likes wine or coolers or vodka kind of drinks. She does have Dr. Pepper on lots of ice with me though.

She makes this pizza that is like nothing I’m ever seen.

I bough salami and pepperoni and it’s in the stick form and she cuts up the pepperoni and grinds it up in the food processor and the salami too until it’s like hamburger. The she cuts up onions really fine and some garlic and I watch a bit buzzed and fascinated as she fries the salami up a bit and then she does some hamburger from the fridge and finally the pepperoni with the garlic and the onions.

When she takes it all out she fries the bread dough in the orange spiced grease and then when that’s done she flips it out of the pan and onto the pizza tray and then she tops it with canned Ragu spaghetti sauce and the meats all random and crumbly and some peppers and tomatoes chopped fine and then the cheese.

We didn’t have any mushrooms but that was I think the best pizza crust I ever had and the crumbled and crisped up meats and it was just freakin yummy as hell.

I actually stopped at three drinks and we got halfway through watching Cool World on DVD when I was actually flailing asleep.

I woke though when Hannah was kissing me deeply and pulled me to my feet.

“C’mon Holly…let’s get out of here.”

We did just go upstairs and slip into bed and slipped out of our nightshirts and cuddled up skin to skin.

Okay…

This was better than getting hammered through stuff.

That same night…………

*Justin……………..

What the hell? I heard voices and a truck and I went to take a look with the new toy, it’s a nice new toy too.

Oh…it’s the little asshole’s old man. I’ve seen him up here before now and then he’s one of those auto and heavy equipment mechanics.

That hot little piece of ass Angel is with him? I watch the through the scope and they’re there talking and they made a fire and talked and talked and talked and stuff. I’m up too high and too far away to hear what they’re saying but.

Fuck she’s hot even without make up and in those basketball shorts and the jersey and the big jacket she’s in she’s Fuckable. Yeah with a capitol F…

Adam’s going to want to know. She really, really tight with Jason’s old man. I bet my last twenty bucks she knows where he’s hiding out at.

I head back to the cabin and I pack away the Galil and get on the four wheeler and drive out to where the car is.

It takes awhile for him to answer.

“Justin, how’s it working?’

“Great but I’m not calling about that.”

“Word from Nate?”

“Going there next, not that either.”

“Well don’t keep me in suspense.”

“I saw Jeremy powers up at the falls with Angel; you know that little hot chick that you’re so wanting to fuck.”

“I’m perfectly aware of who she is…why were they up there?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t hear from where I was at but they ate and made a fire and talked a good long time…I figured they were having a chat about a certain someone’s whereabouts.”

“Oh…oh…yeah that explains a lot of why she doesn’t like me so much…came to town to help family…well she’s definitely doing that then. Good work…this is really making my night Justin.”

“This change the plans?’

“Only a little…goodnight Justin.” I can hear the laughter in Adam’s voice. It’s going to be fun actually…punks and rich boys…yeah we’ll show all of them.

*Nate…………

I lead the new girls to the motel Adam has set up for the meeting with the bikers taking that new girl Jenny with us.

She was there when we told her to.

Adam’s right that all are like that. Lure them in with money, quick cash and presents and they are all like her. High on the money and the cash they don’t see it coming. And he’s right y’know. Unless you’re built with a big cock and stroke their egos by being a catch that way you’d best have lots of cash.

Every one of them has bit really.

And Jenny she’s got that look in her eyes now. Aching for it, craving it…the drugs.

Justin broke her over the weekend, slut filming and making her do those guys and over and over until she was a cum dumpster. No crying, no crying and lots of acting or the videos will go out and she gets wrecked and so does her family.

That first night and encounter is hell. Not that they don’t deserve it. Honestly I hate women. I’m not gay but I haven’t met a woman that wasn’t trying some shady shit. Manipulative bitches and they freak out and wonder why there’s cultures out there that keep them in check.

Smart motherfuckers.

That leaves then raw, so raw that when I get to them it’s. “Here, here…smoke this, it’ll take the edge off, it’ll make it go away.” That’d be me on the second day and she was till getting fucked and used and everytime she’s sent away for a break I’m there to dry the tears, wash her face, give her a chocolate bar and a drink of something and give her a joint and then work my way up to them smoking meth.

It’s the addiction that works so well and it takes really very little to go through her shredded defenses.

She was staying the weekend with “friends” Adam had her that night, the meth cooking boys too and all day the next day as I partied them up and by the end of it I had her asking for another hit.

So I take her to “The house” and Sunday is her introduction into hooking and highs and getting taught by some of the other broken in girls to like it, or to always act like she likes it. Peer pressure from the other party girls, the breaking of her more from the highs and the sex.

Sunday night I take her home and drop her off like nothing ever happened to her and her hooked into being a junkie…or a part time junkie and still under his thumb, our thumb, my thumb.

God the control makes me hard.

All week it had been like that, even in school. Slip off somewhere at lunch she sucks dick all lunch with just enough time for her to smoke half a rock.

Hot little wetback gash, fifteen and that fifteen year old body. Twenty-five bucks a blow to guys at school that’d never get laid but we know are the kind of guys that’d hire a whore. She’s already an earner with two hundred dollar days all week and the highs and the drugs and the “shame” already breaking her in.

Hell she sucked my cock like it was the greatest thing on earth tonight for a rock to smoke, begged me to fuck her. Of course I did and she wasn’t even crying from shame just begging for it and begging for her fix. Typical gash.

I’m meeting up with the bikers that are gonna be doing stuff for the boss and I’m to show them a good time with all the dope they could want and show them the black ice crystal and all the young teen twat that they can handle.

I pick up all the other girls and they’re all eager and restless and jonsing and wanting my cock and more importantly my drugs.

There’s two kinds of whores we have earners and learners…earners are like these little cunts and learners are the older ones, the ones well broken in and follow orders and they like it. Most of the learners are off the drugs, Adam wants them clear headed for the stuff he does with them and the johns. Actually it’s another part of the threat, that he can turn them into a junkie again.

But some like it, some of the ones we really broke are so damaged they turned. Adam and working for us is their only way out. Only way into college and out of the debt. So they play ball. And some of them are getting off on it.

Yeah like it, like fucking with the johns and setting them up and getting paid by Adam for doing it. The learners are the entourage girls, seniors mostly but a few college ones. It’s these ones that Adam picks up…juniors underage pussy.

Earners.

I get us to the motel and to the party room and wait until the bikers get there.

There’s five of them all big rough looking dudes and then the two guys that Adam like knew from before coming in.

“You Nate?”

“Yeah, that’s me. The boss said that anything you want you just ask me and I’ll provide it.”

They’re looking at the pussy.

One nods to another and he starts walking around the place and has some kind of thing that looks like an i-pod or something. He says to the guy I was talking to. “It’s clean.”

The guy in charge looks pretty scruffy, beard and cammo and leathers and stuff a big dude and he just nods. “Where’s the shit.”

“Oh, yeah the ice is right over here.”

“Booze?” another one asks.

“Right there in the fridge, mix and….” They’re looking at me like I’m an idiot. Okay…right bikers and shit.

“You guys need anything else?”

“Yeah, get the fuck out.”

“Huh?....oh shit.” There’s a gun at my temple.

The guy with the gun hisses at me. “Out, get the fuck out of here errand boy and leave your phone…”

I take out my phone and drop it on one of the beds and leave. Fuck this I go down and sit in the van.

……………………………..Seven or eight hours later Justin shows up sorta smiling. “W’sup he says.”

“Bikers kicked me out; one pulled a gun on me.”

“You should’ve just left Nate, They’re not Johns.”

“Yeah no shit. Adam know what he’s doing?”

“Yeah, hell yeah.”

“I’m nervous dude, we’ve always just bought the dope that we needed not cooked it and stuff.”

“Cheaper Nate, a lot cheaper besides we’re only gonna skim I think.”

“Huh?”

“I think Adam’s going to give the bikers the drug business and just get what we need off them.”

“Why if he’s going to start it up in the first place?”

“Muscle, these guys run the drugs its good shit so they make money and that puts them in his pocket for like favors and stuff.”

“Like…”

“Like finding that little fucker Jason and making sure he never gets to press charges.”

“Charges….dude they’ll never stick.”

“Adam’s a Marshal dumbass there’s people looking to make their bones off of taking him down. Like that Mike asshole, he’s a professional stooge.”

“Huh?”

“He’s a narc, a rat…he got those guys up there busted and Mikey got brought in buy Jason’s family to get dirt on Adam.”

“Okay so that’s why Adam’s being so quiet after Mike’s gotten into his face and turf.”

“Yeah he looked into things after some shit started to blow back.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind just we found out and if these guys end up dealing with the Powers family then we’re all clean and it just looks like payback.”

“Oh…so it’s fucking going to interesting.”

Justin nodded and took out a smoke and lit it and he smiled looking up at the room.

He looks…I don’t know different, kinda scarier.

*Billy & Davey…………

Davey and me been busy laying low and stuff and not over at Remy’s place either. I reached out to some familiar faces after the show at The Amsterdam and we’ve been crashing at a friends place. It’s easier to do our thing that way, coming and going unseen and stuff.

Adam…the little fucker is a piece of work. I hate him on general effing principle at this point.

It took a rental car and some cruising around but we’ve found out there’s some shit going on. Adam took a smaller boat Friday night out and we saw some guys we hadn’t seen before.

Took some pictures and e-mailed them to a few guys in the know.

Meth cooks, local and small time but really decent ones apparently.

Adam came back shortly after and Davey left to trail him to that studio.

From there Davey had nothing Adam was sticking there and laying low.

The cooks showed back up in town the next night and I never got to see how they got back to shore. That pissed me off and who knows how many boats that rich asshole has. I can imagine he’s got the lake cops paid off too.

But sooner or later we’ll find them and follow them to the cookhouse.

So Adam’s gonna play “breaking bad” is he?

Then we got word that Frank Bones was in town. Frank’s one of the guys that Mitch’s kid sent up river. Him and all the guys from that bust got tossed early on parole. Yeah they’re violating the shit out of it but it’s not like we can exactly rat on Frank and them.

Just can’t.

They weren’t too hard to find. Davey caught their bikes out at this motel off of the highway outside of town called the Fairweather. It’s a dive but they’ve been there all week.

There’s also a bunch of who look like Adam’s entourage coming and going from there with a bunch of young girls, teenagers mostly and they have that look of strung out hooker girls. They truck them back and forth in mini-vans and stuff but yeah…hookers.

Yeah we sat on it. It’s not like we hadn’t seen or been there ourselves. But pictures we take the whole time. The guys running the girls there’s three of them and another guy that seems like a definite rich boy but he’s like a middle man.

Stay out of sight, out of mind and take pictures. Mike can look into who these girls are and stuff. It should be hard since he’s the one in school and stuff.

Once we have the pictures of the girls and the vans we tail them leaving Frank Bones and the other guys and the two idiots we told to fuck off are there too. See they’re gonna party and fuck and make plans but I know at least one thing and that’s why we’re not staying to watch.

They will come for Remy and Mike and Mitch sooner or later no matter what.

What’s worse, the charter says they’re here for business…back dues all paid up. But a beef between them and us will stay between them and us. I called protection out for Remy but they have a legit score in the eyes of the club. So we’re both being more or less told to settle shit ourselves.

We will.

Davey and I do a bit more recon. Shit I feel like a cop doing this.

The van lead us to this old three story house out in the boonies and there aren’t any neighbors around for miles. We ditched the car for awhile and went in on foot. Well as close as we could. Full on security, cameras and motion detectors but the vans took the girls there and we saw some other cars coming and going…just long enough to get a fella’s rocks off.

That’s the brothel.

It looks like they also shut it up during the day, run short hours at night and after following the vans again they drop these girls off to their homes. Part time hookers, I’m not sure how he’s got it figured but that’s smart. Who’ll figure that shit in this town. Hell these girls look like they’re still in school.

We made sure we stuck around the weekend shows just in case the guys made their move…missed Tuesday night though…following Adam again turned nothing up. He’s really keeping his distance in this shit. So’s his number two boy…he just shows up and smokes and chats doing nothing either.

Tonight’s the Wednesday night gig and we need to have a sit down with Mike and Remy and Mitch…shit’s going to get serious I can feel it in my bones.

Rich assholes, bikers and drugs and hookers....Adam’s a chip off that asshole grandfather of his.

Don’t worry Jenna; they’re family they’ll have to get through us first.