He was indeed at the wheel images. Grace pregnantbang was pregnantbang slightly disconnected from her emotions, thanks to whatever he'd dosed her with, and she was grateful pregnantbang for that. As she pregnantbang looked blearily at Erik, the fear nearly made her gag. But the narcotic helped her feel pregnantbang more like an observer than a participant. She was watching her very own cautionary TV movie about hooking up with strangers.
"We're almost there," he said in response.
"We're meeting your sister."
The alarm went pregnantbang off again, and Gina groggily deduced that she pregnantbang'd hit the Snooze button enough. It was four-thirty in the A.M., and her entire night 's sleep was now a lost cause. She kicked off the covers and sat up pregnantbang slowly. Yawned and scratched behind her ear. God dammit pregnantbang, she thought.
"I was pregnantbang wondering when you'd pregnantbang call, kiddo. I'm on pregnantbang my way. Should be there in five pregnantbang."
"Uh-huh," Grace responded. She was images still tingling with the effects of the pregnantbang latest pregnantbang substance Erik had given her. She felt lightheaded, dirty. She images'd obviously pregnantbang slept in this chair for several hours, and a gamy tang pregnantbang wafted up from her raver regalia. They were in an empty pregnantbang room pregnantbang, and the large window in front pregnantbang of her was covered with a paper pregnantbang blind: it let sunlight pregnantbang in, but afforded no pregnantbang view from outside pregnantbang. The walls and floor were covered in plastic. She silently cursed the day Gina had made pregnantbang her watch The Silence of the Lambs.
"How do you think, asshole pregnantbang?" Gina spat. Grace brightened pregnantbang at her sister's brass.
Erik moved into view and knelt down in front of Grace. Eyeing her dispassionately pregnantbang, he stuck yet another syringe in her thigh. Emboldened by her sister's presence, she stared back images at him pregnantbang. "How much shit are you going to pump into me?"
Erik just pregnantbang laughed at pregnantbang her and pregnantbang moved to the wall. He flicked a switch, and the room filled with tiny, colored lights. They flitted around them pregnantbang in a dizzying orbit. Grace pregnantbang heard Gina curse under her breath, and found pregnantbang herself unable to look away from them.
"That's it. Just look at pregnantbang the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to pregnantbang keep you girls entertained. Enough drugs for every day in pregnantbang the week. I picked this one pregnantbang up pregnantbang in Haiti, and I think you'll love it. Just look pregnantbang at pregnantbang the pretty lights."
She was starting to feel a lot like she 'd eaten a hash brownie, which wasn't all that unpleasant. In fact, it was mellowing her out pregnantbang a little. If anything, it made her feel pregnantbang braver. As pregnantbang Erik stood over her, nursing his chewed up pregnantbang finger, she pointedly images ignored him.
"Doesn't that feel nice?" Grace pregnantbang shuddered and Gina could tell that Erik's hands were getting braver. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her pregnantbang eyes pregnantbang. Brilliant points of light swirled by from pregnantbang left pregnantbang to right. They melted into familiar shapes and faces on pregnantbang their way by, making Gina realize how strong that Haitian stuff must be. As images Grace shifted behind her, Gina began to feel as if pregnantbang he were touching her pregnantbang body as well. Then she had another uncomfortable realization - her sister's pregnantbang aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or was images it hers?
Then pregnantbang Erik's hands pregnantbang dropped away from images her sister pregnantbang's pregnantbang face. He pregnantbang stepped around to pregnantbang Grace and lifted her off of Gina's lap. Moved her to one side. She pregnantbang was so out of it that he didn't pregnantbang even pregnantbang have to tell her to stay where she pregnantbang was - there wasn't pregnantbang a motivation left in pregnantbang her pretty head.
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn pregnantbang't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked her blonde pregnantbang pixie hair and murmured to her. Her images eyes pregnantbang had closed pregnantbang again. He seemed to be trying to get her to stand up, but it looked pregnantbang like she had passed out. He took Gina images's limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed pregnantbang her, Grace wanted desperately to check to see if her sister was pregnantbang breathing images. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up off the pregnantbang back of the chair, then pregnantbang lowered her pregnantbang. No response. Frowning, he knelt pregnantbang down and whispered pregnantbang something in her ear.
It was pregnantbang empty, nearly unfurnished, except for a desk pregnantbang near the bar pregnantbang that joined the dining pregnantbang room to the spotless kitchen. On pregnantbang the desk, near a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar pregnantbang items. Unthinking, Gina pregnantbang sprinted across pregnantbang the bare living room and snatched pregnantbang up her purse. Then she saw pregnantbang her driver's license, next to Grace pregnantbang's, near a pregnantbang keyboard. Her eyes flicked pregnantbang to the screen pregnantbang and pregnantbang she saw their addresses pregnantbang and phone numbers, neatly entered into a database. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard, trying to figure out the fastest pregnantbang way to erase the pregnantbang data, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest pregnantbang of their stuff into her purse. Grabbed Grace's backpack and ran back to her confused sister. Then she spied the front door.
"Come on Grace, come on." she shrieked, grabbing pregnantbang her pregnantbang sister's elbow and dragging her toward the big oak door. In a few strides, she was frantically working the doorknob. It wouldn't turn. As she struggled in vain to open the pregnantbang door, she heard a beep pregnantbang. The sound came from a cream-colored alarm panel on a nearby wall images. The security system wasn't there to keep burglars out; it was there to keep them in .
Moaning, she removed herself from the sharp branches and found grass under her feet. A pregnantbang perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby, on her feet, hunched over pregnantbang and clutching her pregnantbang side. Though pregnantbang Gina hurt all over and she pregnantbang was bleeding a little, standing still pregnantbang was pregnantbang unbearable, so pregnantbang she launched herself pregnantbang forward, catching Grace on her way out of the yard. The two of them pregnantbang sprinted off, into the middle of the street.
"Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat pregnantbang.
The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon after, predictably hysterical. After pregnantbang awhile, Gina sent Grace home pregnantbang with pregnantbang Mom, then talked pregnantbang to the cops a bit longer. Before long everyone pregnantbang was pregnantbang gone, and she took a shower and changed into some things she kept in Seth's closet. Seth had pulled her into his lap and images pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for awhile, and she images didn't cry pregnantbang. Just clung to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked him to pregnantbang take her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he pregnantbang could pregnantbang take a friend pregnantbang and do pregnantbang it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The images quicker she got her pregnantbang life as close as possible to the way it was images before last night, the better pregnantbang.
They pulled into the lot, next to pregnantbang Gina pregnantbang's little white pregnantbang car. There weren pregnantbang't many people here this time of the afternoon pregnantbang. The sun pounded the blacktop in the dirty parking lot, and the restaurant pregnantbang's air pregnantbang conditioner stuttered in the already oppressive pregnantbang June heat. Gina could pregnantbang smell a dumpster through the open window. As they stepped out of Seth's ride, her cell phone pregnantbang rang pregnantbang. A piece of paper fluttered on pregnantbang the windshield of her car, trapped under a wiper blade. The pregnantbang humid breeze made pregnantbang it pregnantbang rattle softly. Absently, she handed the phone to Seth.
She pregnantbang didn't answer, just raised pregnantbang her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don 't think you got away for pregnantbang good'," he read. "Oh. Sweetheart."
"We're meeting your sister."
The alarm went pregnantbang off again, and Gina groggily deduced that she pregnantbang'd hit the Snooze button enough. It was four-thirty in the A.M., and her entire night 's sleep was now a lost cause. She kicked off the covers and sat up pregnantbang slowly. Yawned and scratched behind her ear. God dammit pregnantbang, she thought.
"How do you think, asshole pregnantbang?" Gina spat. Grace brightened pregnantbang at her sister's brass.
Erik moved into view and knelt down in front of Grace. Eyeing her dispassionately pregnantbang, he stuck yet another syringe in her thigh. Emboldened by her sister's presence, she stared back images at him pregnantbang. "How much shit are you going to pump into me?"
"That's it. Just look at pregnantbang the lights," Erik prompted. "I've got lots of stuff to pregnantbang keep you girls entertained. Enough drugs for every day in pregnantbang the week. I picked this one pregnantbang up pregnantbang in Haiti, and I think you'll love it. Just look pregnantbang at pregnantbang the pretty lights."
"Doesn't that feel nice?" Grace pregnantbang shuddered and Gina could tell that Erik's hands were getting braver. She cursed herself for losing concentration. Opened her pregnantbang eyes pregnantbang. Brilliant points of light swirled by from pregnantbang left pregnantbang to right. They melted into familiar shapes and faces on pregnantbang their way by, making Gina realize how strong that Haitian stuff must be. As images Grace shifted behind her, Gina began to feel as if pregnantbang he were touching her pregnantbang body as well. Then she had another uncomfortable realization - her sister's pregnantbang aroused scent hung pronounced in the air. Or was images it hers?
Now it was Erik's turn to straddle Gina, but he didn pregnantbang't sit down on her tiny lap; just stroked her blonde pregnantbang pixie hair and murmured to her. Her images eyes pregnantbang had closed pregnantbang again. He seemed to be trying to get her to stand up, but it looked pregnantbang like she had passed out. He took Gina images's limp arms in each hand and gave an experimental tug. Nothing. Although the lights paralyzed pregnantbang her, Grace wanted desperately to check to see if her sister was pregnantbang breathing images. Erik pulled her arms again, lifting her head up off the pregnantbang back of the chair, then pregnantbang lowered her pregnantbang. No response. Frowning, he knelt pregnantbang down and whispered pregnantbang something in her ear.
It was pregnantbang empty, nearly unfurnished, except for a desk pregnantbang near the bar pregnantbang that joined the dining pregnantbang room to the spotless kitchen. On pregnantbang the desk, near a flickering computer monitor, were some familiar pregnantbang items. Unthinking, Gina pregnantbang sprinted across pregnantbang the bare living room and snatched pregnantbang up her purse. Then she saw pregnantbang her driver's license, next to Grace pregnantbang's, near a pregnantbang keyboard. Her eyes flicked pregnantbang to the screen pregnantbang and pregnantbang she saw their addresses pregnantbang and phone numbers, neatly entered into a database. Her unbearably quick breathing quickened. She reached a shaking finger out to the keyboard, trying to figure out the fastest pregnantbang way to erase the pregnantbang data, when she heard muffled noises from upstairs. She screamed, raked the rest pregnantbang of their stuff into her purse. Grabbed Grace's backpack and ran back to her confused sister. Then she spied the front door.
Moaning, she removed herself from the sharp branches and found grass under her feet. A pregnantbang perfectly manicured lawn. The front yard of Suburbia. Grace was nearby, on her feet, hunched over pregnantbang and clutching her pregnantbang side. Though pregnantbang Gina hurt all over and she pregnantbang was bleeding a little, standing still pregnantbang was pregnantbang unbearable, so pregnantbang she launched herself pregnantbang forward, catching Grace on her way out of the yard. The two of them pregnantbang sprinted off, into the middle of the street.
"Hello?" Seth called. A greeting and a threat pregnantbang.
The police were surprisingly fast. Mom showed up soon after, predictably hysterical. After pregnantbang awhile, Gina sent Grace home pregnantbang with pregnantbang Mom, then talked pregnantbang to the cops a bit longer. Before long everyone pregnantbang was pregnantbang gone, and she took a shower and changed into some things she kept in Seth's closet. Seth had pulled her into his lap and images pressed a bourbon into her shaking fingers. He held her silently for awhile, and she images didn't cry pregnantbang. Just clung to him and sipped slowly. Then she asked him to pregnantbang take her to Sullivan's to get her car. He'd protested, saying he pregnantbang could pregnantbang take a friend pregnantbang and do pregnantbang it for her later, but she had insisted on it. The images quicker she got her pregnantbang life as close as possible to the way it was images before last night, the better pregnantbang.
She pregnantbang didn't answer, just raised pregnantbang her hand, the note delicately held between two fingers. Seth took it from her. "'Don 't think you got away for pregnantbang good'," he read. "Oh. Sweetheart."