Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Bebop High ❯ Chapter Nine Revised ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Setryochi 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.17.2004 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.17.2004 | Updated On: 07.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 288 | Status: Completed
Bebop High
By: Setryochi
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Sirens. The awful screech of sirens drowned out any other noise. Faye felt so drained, she was tired and for once scared out of her mind. She couldn’t form words, she just stood letting Spike hold her. She leaned her forehead on his chest and stared at the floor. Spike hadn’t said anything either. Neither of them had realized how close the sirens were.
“Put your hands up!” Yelled a voice from the door.
Both Spike and Faye looked up startled by the loud male voice. Spike turned around keeping one of his arms around Faye’s shoulders and they both looked in horror at a police officer. Faye gasped, he was pointing his gun at them! She felt sick, would they go to jail? What kind of trouble were they in? Would she have to tell them everything that had happened? Tears weld up in her eyes, what a terrible day. Why her? Why now? What had she done to deserve this?
“I said put your hands up!” Yelled the police officer again as another one; this time female came up behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see who it was than turned back to demand they do as they were told.
Faye felt Spike’s warmth leave her as he lifted his arms and whispered for her to do the same. They didn’t want trouble he explained. “We can explain everything, it’s ok Faye.” Faye lifted her arms as both of the officers stalked over to them. The officers instructed them to face the wall, they were hand cuffed, and then the female officer began patting Faye down while the male officer began to check Vicious to see if he was ok.
Faye listened as more sirens were heard. She watched with blurry eyes as red and blue flashed against the wall. The curtains must have been open, she thought as she was patted down for weapons. More police entered the house when Faye and Spike were brought out of the house still handcuffed. Faye couldn’t looked up so she never seen their faces, just their blurred, navy blue pants and black, shiny boots. Not even attempting to keep the tears from falling she sniffled. She let the tears roll down her cheeks, “Are we in trouble?” she asked to herself aloud.
Nobody answered her though. They were brought to a squad car; at least she thought Spike was with her. But while she was lost in her thoughts she had noticed Spike being taken to another car by another officer. The woman police officer opened the door and told Faye to get in. Faye was hesitant at first but slowly sat down.
“Can you tell me what happened?” asked the officer in a kinder tone than what was used to get them facing the wall in the house.
Faye looked up, she stared at the woman for a moment. The woman had brown hair tied back in a tight bun at the base of her head and hazel eyes. She wore no make up and had a womanly frame. Faye eyes traveled down more and realized the woman wasn’t that tall, she was quite short. Faye nodded slowly remembering the question that had been asked. Now she could explain everything.
“You know why we’re here then?”
Faye shook her head “no”.
“We received a call from a neighbor. They said they had heard a scream coming from this house, they also said someone looked to be trying to break in. That green haired guy, is that your friend?”
Faye nodded.
“And the people who own the house, do you know them?”
“Sort of.” Faye answered quietly. Her tears were drying but she still felt so scared.
“What do you mean by sort of?”
“I know their son, Vicious.”
“Is that the white haired kid?”
Faye nodded again and answered shakily, “Y… yes.”
“So what happened in there?”
“--I was sitting in the car waiting for her to come out. It was taking way longer than it should have, I wondered why it was taking so long so I got out and went to try and get in. The door was locked and I knew it wasn’t good.” Spike said to the officer questioning him.
“Why didn’t you think it was good?”
Spike was quiet for a moment making the officer suspicious of him. Than he answered, “Because, Vicious,” he paused again. Faye hadn’t called the cops about the incident before, so she must have had a reason. He told the officer anyway, “He tried to rape her once.”
“Mh-hmm…” the officer continued to write, “So than what happened?”
Spike sighed, “I kicked the door a few times and than decided to go around back. I didn’t really want to cause such a scene or break a window. But before I could go around back to the back door I heard her scream, she was right behind the door.”
“And I yelled for Spike and grabbed the lock when Vicious pulled me away from the door. Spike burst in only a few seconds later and he and Vicious started to fight.” Faye tried to wipe her eyes on her shoulder. “Vicious grabbed a bottle of wine and broke it and threatened to kill Spike with it, so I grabbed a vase and hit him over the head with it!” She cried.
The woman officer continued to write in her notepad. “And than we came…”
Faye nodded, “Yeah,” she whispered to herself. “Are we in trouble?”
“If your story checks out, no, but Vicious will have to be questioned. Stay here and I’ll be right back.” The officer walked away to go talk with the other policemen that had shown up. An ambulance came shortly after and Vicious was wheeled off on a stretcher and loaded into the back. Than the sirens and lights disappeared down the street until Faye couldn’t see or hear it. She sat staring off into space; she hadn’t wanted the cops to get involved. She didn’t want to have to tell her parents about this. She didn’t want anyone to hear about this, she just wanted to go home and sleep. But she knew that wouldn’t happen for while. She knew her parents would be called and they would have to come get her, she knew she would probably have to show up in court sometime later. She knew that, even if she wasn’t arrested, she was in trouble.
Faye was unhand-cuffed and so was Spike, but they still had to ride in the back of separate police cars and go down to the station. There their parents would be called and they would be questioned some more.
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Spike sighed, his father was so angry with him. When his dad had finally made it to the police station he had begun yelling and talking about how he was shipping him off to a school in Europe! He had been in the middle of an important business meeting when it was announced that his very own son was at the police station. He nearly had a heart attack when his clients looked at him with surprise and began whispering to each other. He prayed he hadn’t lost the sale but knew that most clients would think he was neglectful or something and would turn to someone they thought they could count on more. Spike’s father calmed down a little when he heard that Spike was only being questioned and wasn’t being put in jail. He was shocked to hear the story and he immediately took back what he had said about the all-boys boarding school.
Faye’s foster parents were so upset that she hadn’t told them. They decided not to ground her but now they would be even nosier when it came to whom she was friends with and where she would be going. Her father hadn’t said much, he really didn’t know what to say, it was something none of them had ever had to deal with. Faye’s mother had thanked Spike many times. Ed asked millions of questions and even tried to interrogate a man with handcuffs on. Once in a while Faye would get small glares from her parents but other than that, they were happy she was safe. After the questioning Faye’s parents had taken her home and Spike left shortly after with his dad. Vicious would have to be questioned when he got out of the hospital.
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Vicious lay in the hospital bed awake and angry. When he got out of here, he’d kill Spike and that whore! He’d see to it that they didn’t live a happy life, because if he couldn’t have what he wanted, than neither would they! He would--”Vicious?”
Vicious was brought from his menacing thoughts by a strange, smooth voice. He looked up to see a man in a white and blue-stripped button up shirt with a red tie and bage slacks. He was tall, had a fit body, and neatly combed light brown hair with blue eyes. “What?” asked Vicious.
“I’m Clark Simons, I’m working on your case.”
Vicious looked confused, “What case?”
“The attempted rape of Faye Valentine.”
Vicious didn’t say anything, he let the man continue. “I’m your lawyer, your father hired me.”
“So where is he?”
The lawyer shrugged, “He’s not my concern, you are. Now I need to ask you a few questions.”
* *
The case didn’t take long to be figured out. It was obvious that Vicious wouldn’t be able to just plead innocent, so his lawyer drew up some old documents. Vicious pleaded guilty by insanity. His lawyer made a show of it and told the jury of how his mother died, and than told them what hadn‘t been in the documents. He made them sympathetic towards Vicious, telling them of how Vicious had witnessed everything and never told a soul. Vicious had been diagnosed with PTSD.
The lawyer, after stating what Vicious had, began to explain it to the jury, “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a disorder with many different types of symptoms. The disorder could last from decades to the person’s entire life.” He than read from a page he had printed up, “Trauma-related stimuli that trigger recollections of the original event have the power to evoke mental images, emotional responses, and psychological reactions associated with the trauma. (Matthew J. Friedman, M.D., Ph.D., Executive Director, National Center for PTSD)” He had explained more and had given a psychologist’s report to the judge on how real his disorder was.
It had been believable, after hearing Vicious’ childhood, and than after hearing what had happened, it was clear that his plea was valid. Since Vicious had not only pleaded insanity but had been only 17, his sentence was to go through months of therapy. He would be checked up on during those few months. The rest of the sentence stated he had to have a psychologist give the “ok” for him to be allowed to live a normal life without supervision. The trial had been closed and Vicious wouldn’t be seen until those months were up because Vicious’ father had decided to pay to put him in a rehab center where he would hopefully become better in faster.
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“Pencils, utensils, wensils la, la, la!” Ed sang hoping off of the shopping cart.
“Stop that Ed!” Faye swiped at her but Ed ducked and fluidly made her way to the rack with all the pencils and pens hanging from it. Faye just sighed and continued to look over the notebooks. Her mother was a few feet away looking for a lunch box that she could pack a nutritious meal in for Ed. Maybe she’d get one for Faye, too; she glanced at Faye, OR she could just let Faye buy lunch. She scratched her head picking up a bright orange lunch box.
Faye frowned and drooped slightly; school was starting in a matter of days. She looked around the small crowded isle full of people and school supplies and gasped as a plump woman squeezed passed her to get the last pack of pencils with cartoon characters on them. Faye didn’t care much about getting school supplies, but getting school clothes was always a good thing, even if it was for school. She perked up a little remembering she was able to get new clothes.
* *
“Aunt Anastasia? What’re you doing here?” He asked almost stuttering.
“Well it’s nice to see my nephew, too.” Aunt Anastasia, normally just Aunt Annie, was a woman of about five foot even. She had thick, brown curly hair that went a bit past her shoulders, and ocean blue eyes. She was a plump, dark skinned woman. And Spike was very surprised to see her.
“Um… I didn’t know you were coming today. Where’s Shin and Lin?” Spike asked craning his neck to look over and around her to see if he could spot his cousins.
“They’re in the car for now.“ Anastasia wrapped her arms around spike in a hug and squeezed him. He halfway hugged back and smiled nervously.
“I left a message on the answering machine this morning saying we were in town already. Don’t worry though, we’re staying at a hotel this time.” Annie smiled. Shin and Lin, her twin sons walked up.
“Hey!” Lin waved and smiled. He was the younger of the two, by a few minutes. He was also the more friendly. While Shin was often indifferent, Lin was inviting. He had brown hair much like his mother with blue green eyes like his father Mao Yen Rai, or Uncle Mao. His Asian features were apparently received from his father.
Shin waved with a soft “hey” also. He looked much like his brother only more serious. They were identical but dressed completely different. Shin was bitterer due to the fact that he had someone else that looked exactly like him. So he grew his hair out a bit longer and gelled the front up. He wore a red shirt while his brother wore green and he wore blue jean loose shorts while his brother wore khaki pants. They looked the same but were very different.
Spike grinned and waved to them as they walked up, “Hey, how’s it been?”
“It’s been good,” answered both boys at once. As their sentence was finished they glared slightly at each other. But soon forgot their would-be argument when their mother cleared her throat, “Well Spike, ya gunna learn some manners and invite us in or are you going to let us sit out here and roast?”
Spike's face faulted for a second before laughing nervously, “Would you like to come in?” He scratched the back of his head as he held the door open for them.
His Aunt walked in followed by his cousins, after they had gone to sit in the living room he closed the door and let out a breath of relief. Straightening himself up he walked into the living room, “So where’s Uncle Mao?”
Annie relaxed in her seat on the couch, with the wave of her hand she stated, “Oh, he’s here on business. I just thought the rest of us should come along to see you and your father.” She smiled, “And where is your father anyways?”
Spike sat on the arm of the couch, “He’s working. That’s usually what he does now.” He smiled and tried to make light of the conversation.
“Oh, well isn’t that nice,” she said with a smile to hide her knowing tone. “I’m glad he keeps himself busy.”
Spike nodded, “So…” He clapped his hands together not knowing how to start a conversation. He hadn’t talked to his cousins in at least two years. He didn’t know what was going on in their life and he didn’t expect them to know what was going on in his life either.
“Hey Spike, do you think you could show me some more of those cool moves?” Lin asked nearly jumping out of his seat.
“Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to.”
“Cool!” Lin put his fists up and pretended to punch something.
“How are you doing in school?” his aunt asked.
“I’m doing fine.” He grinned.
“How good is ‘fine’? Like a B and a few C’s, or D’s and F’s?” Annie asked with a smirk on her face.
“Eh…” Spike wiggled his hand in a “so so” gesture.
“I see,” she smiled. Looking down at her watch her eyes lit up. “Oh! Looks like we wont be able to stay!” standing up she hugged Spike briefly. “We gotta go run some errands.” Shin and Lin both stood up seeming to grumble. They smiled and waved to Spike saying a short good bye before they left with their mother.
“See ya later,” waved Spike. Shutting the door he slumped over slightly. What a long visit it will be. Yeah, sure, he was happy to see his younger cousins but boy could it get hectic. It’s always that way when you have relatives visit.
Faye waved weakly saying a soft “hi” seeming to not care so much.
Shin and Lin both waved back at the same time smiling happily not noticing her un-interest. Spike coughed and began to explain, “These are my cousins--the ones I was telling you about.”
“Um, that’s great! But, let’s go, I’m hungry!” She smiled to the twins and began to wave and pull Spike along with her.
“Hey, that sounds like fun!” Lin said all but inviting himself to go. Faye stopped in her tracks her fake smile failing, “it’s eating, eating isn’t fun.” She sighed as Spike invited them both. Faye slumped a bit and started for the car slower then she had been before. Spike followed behind her chatting casually with the dreaded cousins.
‘Is it so much to want a quiet lunch with a friend alone on a nice day? And on one of the very few days we have before SCHOOL starts?’ She thought bitterly.
They all piled into the car Spike driving, Faye in the passenger seat, and the twins in the back. The ride was short but somewhat uncomfortable. Faye was slightly, only slightly, irritated with the boys chatter. Spike seemed to observe her irritation because he became uneasy with talking to her. He didn’t want to have to deal with PMS Faye because that was just a nightmare. And anyways, they’re his cousins and if he wanted to invite them he could, why should he care about the half-wench (half-wench because they‘re better friends now)?
Well, she did kind of suggest this, and he kind of didn’t tell her his cousins were over at the moment when she had called, and maybe he should have told them to stay home… But he had to entertain them some how right? They were his guests (sort of) after all! He’d get her a double fudge, extra large brownie over chocolate ice cream, that’d make her happier.
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“Oh! Yummy!” She squealed happily licking her lips at the tasty treat in front of her. Her eyes were glazed over slightly as she dug her spoon into the thick chocolaty goodness. Lunch had gone over quietly on Faye’s side, she hadn’t eaten much, she seemed rather upset over something, Spike couldn’t tell what. Shin and Lin didn’t seem to notice her loathing of them so they kept talking to her and asking her questions. Well, at least Lin did, being the more talkative one. Shin just watched quietly, Faye was pleasing to the eyes.
When the chocolate and Faye met was when she had first really smiled with true happiness. Chocolate was to Faye what life was to a dying man. With her fudge oozing brownie over chocolate ice cream she was able to block out all the bad things and just melt like the ice cream under the warm (and very yummy) brownie.
‘She’s even prettier when she smiles,” Shin thought smiling a little. “Most women wouldn’t dare eat that. They’d be afraid of getting fat.” He said bluntly.
Spike nearly choked as the spoon came to rest in Faye’s mouth. She glared at him about to say something to him when he said, “But a beautiful woman such as yourself wouldn’t have to worry about something like that.” Faye slowly smiled to him, “You’re not really Spike’s cousin! You couldn’t possibly be related to him, he would never compliment a gorgeous woman like me properly.”
Spike fell out of his chair awkwardly. The other occupants of the table looked at him startled by his sudden action. He looked up a bit angry but the emotion was gone from his face by the time he sat back down in his chair. Faye and Shin talked for a while and Lin tortured Spike with his constant chatter.
Spike grumbled unhappily, cousins suck.
* *
Spike and Faye sat silently in the car. He was driving her home after dropping the twins off at the hotel they were staying at. Faye watched the scenery drift by lazily. Today was a bad good day--the kind of day that started bad and ended pretty good. This time instead of being called a name or being told she ate too much or was a leach, she was complimented. And although Spike’s cousin was two years younger than her, he was still kind of cute and two years wasn’t so bad anyways. She sighed; his cousins were leaving soon though, so she wouldn’t see Shin again until sometime in the distant future. She could live without Lin, he wasn’t so bad, but he talked an awful lot.
“If you think too hard your brain might ooze out of your ears.” Spike told her nonchalantly.
“I was just thinking about that.”
“About what?”
“How much of a jerk you are and how nice your cousin Shin was.”
Spike coughed slightly and didn’t turn to look at her. “Are you coming down sick? You’ve been coughing a lot lately.” She said to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. Ya know it’s just like you.” She began to explain, “you get some crazy disease or you loose a limb and ‘you’re fine’. You could be bleeding to death! And if someone is trying to help you, you tell them ‘I’m fine’ and you tell them to leave you alone!”
“What? I am fine! I’m not sick, if I was sick I’d know about it. There’s just a lot of dust in here!” He started to roll the window down. “And since when do you care? Usually you want me to drop dead!”
“Yeah well you don’t exactly make it easy to like you.” She crossed her arms and leaned into the corner of the door and the seat.
“You aren’t the most inviting person either.” He shifted slightly in his seat.
“You’re cousin was nice.” she said quietly.
“Don’t you mean ‘cousins’,” he asked.
“No, Lin was more annoying than anything, but I thought Shin was very sweet.”
“That’s only cause he said you were beautiful.”
“So? He’s kind of cute too.”
Spike’s eyes squinted somewhat, “He’s fifteen.”
“So? He’s only two years younger than me. That’s not so bad.”
“Of course cause you’ve dated lots of guys who were like ten years older than you so why not try someone younger for once, right?”
“I’ve never dated anyone even two years older than me!” She glared at him, “And what are you trying to get at? Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“Nope, I didn’t say it.”
Growling, “Stop the car! I can walk home I don’t need this. I thought maybe we could become good friends but that was dumb of me.”
Spike didn’t stop the car. He was mean but he wasn’t going to let her walk all the way home. Maybe he’d kick her out when they got closer to the trailer park.
“Hey! Didn’t you hear me?! I said stop the car!”
‘Just don’t answer her. She’s not stupid enough to try and jump. I don’t think she has the guts, and I don’t think she wants to get away from me badly enough to walk home.’
“See? This is the kind of thing I was talking about!”
“What’s the kind of thing you were talking about?”
“You always do that! You always say something mean to me. You can’t just say something nice, you always have to be mean. Lunch was nice and then I don’t know maybe you had to put in an insult for the day or something but once I started talking about your cousin you went wacko on me!” She stared out the window; her eyebrows knitted together.
“I do not; and so what if I have a minimum of one insult a day for you? You shouldn’t get so uptight about it, gees, women are so complicated.” He started to trail off talking to himself about how women couldn’t take jokes.
“But it’s not just a joke sometimes! After a while you start to think that maybe they actually mean it. You know how often I’m called a slut?”
“It couldn’t possibly be that often,” he said sarcastically.
“Quite often! And it’s because of the way I dress, but you know what? I’m comfortable dressing like this. I’m not going to stop dressing this way because of what other people think. Really I think they should keep their mouths shut but who cares about what I think or feel. I’m the shrew with no feelings!” Now she was just ranting about people in general. But it was all true; she just wanted people to keep their opinions to themselves. If they didn’t like what they saw they could look away.
‘Great, now she’s getting all emotional! Good goin’ asshole!’ He mentally scolded himself. ’Well, maybe this once I could apologize, after all, the whole Vicious thing…’ His thoughts stopped for a moment and he almost didn’t stop at the red light he was so caught up in his small flashback.
“Sorry,” he muttered. The car fell quiet; they only had a few blocks to go before they reached the park. Faye blinked at his words, she softened and sighed. "It's ok." she looked over at him. Spike slowed the car to a stop and looked back at her.
Faye smiled a little, "It's not like I would really date your cousin. Long distant relationships never work out, besides, I'm sure there's someone here in this town better suited for me."
Spike didn't smile or frown, he wasn't sure how to feel about Faye's interest in other guys. 'Crap, why should I care if she's interested in other guys?' He scowled. Faye opened the door, the noise brought Spike out of his thoughts, "We should talk later" Spike said as she got out of the car.
"Ok, see ya," Faye waved, Spike nodded and drove away.
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Yay! Fixed it! ^^ Ok, now I can start working on a new chapter. Since I've gone through, re-read the whole story fixed a few things and all that good stuff, I can write a decent chapter! I'll update soon!
Set-chan
By: Setryochi
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Sirens. The awful screech of sirens drowned out any other noise. Faye felt so drained, she was tired and for once scared out of her mind. She couldn’t form words, she just stood letting Spike hold her. She leaned her forehead on his chest and stared at the floor. Spike hadn’t said anything either. Neither of them had realized how close the sirens were.
“Put your hands up!” Yelled a voice from the door.
Both Spike and Faye looked up startled by the loud male voice. Spike turned around keeping one of his arms around Faye’s shoulders and they both looked in horror at a police officer. Faye gasped, he was pointing his gun at them! She felt sick, would they go to jail? What kind of trouble were they in? Would she have to tell them everything that had happened? Tears weld up in her eyes, what a terrible day. Why her? Why now? What had she done to deserve this?
“I said put your hands up!” Yelled the police officer again as another one; this time female came up behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see who it was than turned back to demand they do as they were told.
Faye felt Spike’s warmth leave her as he lifted his arms and whispered for her to do the same. They didn’t want trouble he explained. “We can explain everything, it’s ok Faye.” Faye lifted her arms as both of the officers stalked over to them. The officers instructed them to face the wall, they were hand cuffed, and then the female officer began patting Faye down while the male officer began to check Vicious to see if he was ok.
Faye listened as more sirens were heard. She watched with blurry eyes as red and blue flashed against the wall. The curtains must have been open, she thought as she was patted down for weapons. More police entered the house when Faye and Spike were brought out of the house still handcuffed. Faye couldn’t looked up so she never seen their faces, just their blurred, navy blue pants and black, shiny boots. Not even attempting to keep the tears from falling she sniffled. She let the tears roll down her cheeks, “Are we in trouble?” she asked to herself aloud.
Nobody answered her though. They were brought to a squad car; at least she thought Spike was with her. But while she was lost in her thoughts she had noticed Spike being taken to another car by another officer. The woman police officer opened the door and told Faye to get in. Faye was hesitant at first but slowly sat down.
“Can you tell me what happened?” asked the officer in a kinder tone than what was used to get them facing the wall in the house.
Faye looked up, she stared at the woman for a moment. The woman had brown hair tied back in a tight bun at the base of her head and hazel eyes. She wore no make up and had a womanly frame. Faye eyes traveled down more and realized the woman wasn’t that tall, she was quite short. Faye nodded slowly remembering the question that had been asked. Now she could explain everything.
“You know why we’re here then?”
Faye shook her head “no”.
“We received a call from a neighbor. They said they had heard a scream coming from this house, they also said someone looked to be trying to break in. That green haired guy, is that your friend?”
Faye nodded.
“And the people who own the house, do you know them?”
“Sort of.” Faye answered quietly. Her tears were drying but she still felt so scared.
“What do you mean by sort of?”
“I know their son, Vicious.”
“Is that the white haired kid?”
Faye nodded again and answered shakily, “Y… yes.”
“So what happened in there?”
“--I was sitting in the car waiting for her to come out. It was taking way longer than it should have, I wondered why it was taking so long so I got out and went to try and get in. The door was locked and I knew it wasn’t good.” Spike said to the officer questioning him.
“Why didn’t you think it was good?”
Spike was quiet for a moment making the officer suspicious of him. Than he answered, “Because, Vicious,” he paused again. Faye hadn’t called the cops about the incident before, so she must have had a reason. He told the officer anyway, “He tried to rape her once.”
“Mh-hmm…” the officer continued to write, “So than what happened?”
Spike sighed, “I kicked the door a few times and than decided to go around back. I didn’t really want to cause such a scene or break a window. But before I could go around back to the back door I heard her scream, she was right behind the door.”
“And I yelled for Spike and grabbed the lock when Vicious pulled me away from the door. Spike burst in only a few seconds later and he and Vicious started to fight.” Faye tried to wipe her eyes on her shoulder. “Vicious grabbed a bottle of wine and broke it and threatened to kill Spike with it, so I grabbed a vase and hit him over the head with it!” She cried.
The woman officer continued to write in her notepad. “And than we came…”
Faye nodded, “Yeah,” she whispered to herself. “Are we in trouble?”
“If your story checks out, no, but Vicious will have to be questioned. Stay here and I’ll be right back.” The officer walked away to go talk with the other policemen that had shown up. An ambulance came shortly after and Vicious was wheeled off on a stretcher and loaded into the back. Than the sirens and lights disappeared down the street until Faye couldn’t see or hear it. She sat staring off into space; she hadn’t wanted the cops to get involved. She didn’t want to have to tell her parents about this. She didn’t want anyone to hear about this, she just wanted to go home and sleep. But she knew that wouldn’t happen for while. She knew her parents would be called and they would have to come get her, she knew she would probably have to show up in court sometime later. She knew that, even if she wasn’t arrested, she was in trouble.
Faye was unhand-cuffed and so was Spike, but they still had to ride in the back of separate police cars and go down to the station. There their parents would be called and they would be questioned some more.
* *
Spike sighed, his father was so angry with him. When his dad had finally made it to the police station he had begun yelling and talking about how he was shipping him off to a school in Europe! He had been in the middle of an important business meeting when it was announced that his very own son was at the police station. He nearly had a heart attack when his clients looked at him with surprise and began whispering to each other. He prayed he hadn’t lost the sale but knew that most clients would think he was neglectful or something and would turn to someone they thought they could count on more. Spike’s father calmed down a little when he heard that Spike was only being questioned and wasn’t being put in jail. He was shocked to hear the story and he immediately took back what he had said about the all-boys boarding school.
Faye’s foster parents were so upset that she hadn’t told them. They decided not to ground her but now they would be even nosier when it came to whom she was friends with and where she would be going. Her father hadn’t said much, he really didn’t know what to say, it was something none of them had ever had to deal with. Faye’s mother had thanked Spike many times. Ed asked millions of questions and even tried to interrogate a man with handcuffs on. Once in a while Faye would get small glares from her parents but other than that, they were happy she was safe. After the questioning Faye’s parents had taken her home and Spike left shortly after with his dad. Vicious would have to be questioned when he got out of the hospital.
* *
Vicious lay in the hospital bed awake and angry. When he got out of here, he’d kill Spike and that whore! He’d see to it that they didn’t live a happy life, because if he couldn’t have what he wanted, than neither would they! He would--”Vicious?”
Vicious was brought from his menacing thoughts by a strange, smooth voice. He looked up to see a man in a white and blue-stripped button up shirt with a red tie and bage slacks. He was tall, had a fit body, and neatly combed light brown hair with blue eyes. “What?” asked Vicious.
“I’m Clark Simons, I’m working on your case.”
Vicious looked confused, “What case?”
“The attempted rape of Faye Valentine.”
Vicious didn’t say anything, he let the man continue. “I’m your lawyer, your father hired me.”
“So where is he?”
The lawyer shrugged, “He’s not my concern, you are. Now I need to ask you a few questions.”
* *
The case didn’t take long to be figured out. It was obvious that Vicious wouldn’t be able to just plead innocent, so his lawyer drew up some old documents. Vicious pleaded guilty by insanity. His lawyer made a show of it and told the jury of how his mother died, and than told them what hadn‘t been in the documents. He made them sympathetic towards Vicious, telling them of how Vicious had witnessed everything and never told a soul. Vicious had been diagnosed with PTSD.
The lawyer, after stating what Vicious had, began to explain it to the jury, “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a disorder with many different types of symptoms. The disorder could last from decades to the person’s entire life.” He than read from a page he had printed up, “Trauma-related stimuli that trigger recollections of the original event have the power to evoke mental images, emotional responses, and psychological reactions associated with the trauma. (Matthew J. Friedman, M.D., Ph.D., Executive Director, National Center for PTSD)” He had explained more and had given a psychologist’s report to the judge on how real his disorder was.
It had been believable, after hearing Vicious’ childhood, and than after hearing what had happened, it was clear that his plea was valid. Since Vicious had not only pleaded insanity but had been only 17, his sentence was to go through months of therapy. He would be checked up on during those few months. The rest of the sentence stated he had to have a psychologist give the “ok” for him to be allowed to live a normal life without supervision. The trial had been closed and Vicious wouldn’t be seen until those months were up because Vicious’ father had decided to pay to put him in a rehab center where he would hopefully become better in faster.
* *
“Pencils, utensils, wensils la, la, la!” Ed sang hoping off of the shopping cart.
“Stop that Ed!” Faye swiped at her but Ed ducked and fluidly made her way to the rack with all the pencils and pens hanging from it. Faye just sighed and continued to look over the notebooks. Her mother was a few feet away looking for a lunch box that she could pack a nutritious meal in for Ed. Maybe she’d get one for Faye, too; she glanced at Faye, OR she could just let Faye buy lunch. She scratched her head picking up a bright orange lunch box.
Faye frowned and drooped slightly; school was starting in a matter of days. She looked around the small crowded isle full of people and school supplies and gasped as a plump woman squeezed passed her to get the last pack of pencils with cartoon characters on them. Faye didn’t care much about getting school supplies, but getting school clothes was always a good thing, even if it was for school. She perked up a little remembering she was able to get new clothes.
* *
“Aunt Anastasia? What’re you doing here?” He asked almost stuttering.
“Well it’s nice to see my nephew, too.” Aunt Anastasia, normally just Aunt Annie, was a woman of about five foot even. She had thick, brown curly hair that went a bit past her shoulders, and ocean blue eyes. She was a plump, dark skinned woman. And Spike was very surprised to see her.
“Um… I didn’t know you were coming today. Where’s Shin and Lin?” Spike asked craning his neck to look over and around her to see if he could spot his cousins.
“They’re in the car for now.“ Anastasia wrapped her arms around spike in a hug and squeezed him. He halfway hugged back and smiled nervously.
“I left a message on the answering machine this morning saying we were in town already. Don’t worry though, we’re staying at a hotel this time.” Annie smiled. Shin and Lin, her twin sons walked up.
“Hey!” Lin waved and smiled. He was the younger of the two, by a few minutes. He was also the more friendly. While Shin was often indifferent, Lin was inviting. He had brown hair much like his mother with blue green eyes like his father Mao Yen Rai, or Uncle Mao. His Asian features were apparently received from his father.
Shin waved with a soft “hey” also. He looked much like his brother only more serious. They were identical but dressed completely different. Shin was bitterer due to the fact that he had someone else that looked exactly like him. So he grew his hair out a bit longer and gelled the front up. He wore a red shirt while his brother wore green and he wore blue jean loose shorts while his brother wore khaki pants. They looked the same but were very different.
Spike grinned and waved to them as they walked up, “Hey, how’s it been?”
“It’s been good,” answered both boys at once. As their sentence was finished they glared slightly at each other. But soon forgot their would-be argument when their mother cleared her throat, “Well Spike, ya gunna learn some manners and invite us in or are you going to let us sit out here and roast?”
Spike's face faulted for a second before laughing nervously, “Would you like to come in?” He scratched the back of his head as he held the door open for them.
His Aunt walked in followed by his cousins, after they had gone to sit in the living room he closed the door and let out a breath of relief. Straightening himself up he walked into the living room, “So where’s Uncle Mao?”
Annie relaxed in her seat on the couch, with the wave of her hand she stated, “Oh, he’s here on business. I just thought the rest of us should come along to see you and your father.” She smiled, “And where is your father anyways?”
Spike sat on the arm of the couch, “He’s working. That’s usually what he does now.” He smiled and tried to make light of the conversation.
“Oh, well isn’t that nice,” she said with a smile to hide her knowing tone. “I’m glad he keeps himself busy.”
Spike nodded, “So…” He clapped his hands together not knowing how to start a conversation. He hadn’t talked to his cousins in at least two years. He didn’t know what was going on in their life and he didn’t expect them to know what was going on in his life either.
“Hey Spike, do you think you could show me some more of those cool moves?” Lin asked nearly jumping out of his seat.
“Uh, yeah, sure. If you want me to.”
“Cool!” Lin put his fists up and pretended to punch something.
“How are you doing in school?” his aunt asked.
“I’m doing fine.” He grinned.
“How good is ‘fine’? Like a B and a few C’s, or D’s and F’s?” Annie asked with a smirk on her face.
“Eh…” Spike wiggled his hand in a “so so” gesture.
“I see,” she smiled. Looking down at her watch her eyes lit up. “Oh! Looks like we wont be able to stay!” standing up she hugged Spike briefly. “We gotta go run some errands.” Shin and Lin both stood up seeming to grumble. They smiled and waved to Spike saying a short good bye before they left with their mother.
“See ya later,” waved Spike. Shutting the door he slumped over slightly. What a long visit it will be. Yeah, sure, he was happy to see his younger cousins but boy could it get hectic. It’s always that way when you have relatives visit.
* * *
“Shin, Lin,” Spike pointed to them as he said there names, “this is Faye. Faye, Shin, Lin.”Faye waved weakly saying a soft “hi” seeming to not care so much.
Shin and Lin both waved back at the same time smiling happily not noticing her un-interest. Spike coughed and began to explain, “These are my cousins--the ones I was telling you about.”
“Um, that’s great! But, let’s go, I’m hungry!” She smiled to the twins and began to wave and pull Spike along with her.
“Hey, that sounds like fun!” Lin said all but inviting himself to go. Faye stopped in her tracks her fake smile failing, “it’s eating, eating isn’t fun.” She sighed as Spike invited them both. Faye slumped a bit and started for the car slower then she had been before. Spike followed behind her chatting casually with the dreaded cousins.
‘Is it so much to want a quiet lunch with a friend alone on a nice day? And on one of the very few days we have before SCHOOL starts?’ She thought bitterly.
They all piled into the car Spike driving, Faye in the passenger seat, and the twins in the back. The ride was short but somewhat uncomfortable. Faye was slightly, only slightly, irritated with the boys chatter. Spike seemed to observe her irritation because he became uneasy with talking to her. He didn’t want to have to deal with PMS Faye because that was just a nightmare. And anyways, they’re his cousins and if he wanted to invite them he could, why should he care about the half-wench (half-wench because they‘re better friends now)?
Well, she did kind of suggest this, and he kind of didn’t tell her his cousins were over at the moment when she had called, and maybe he should have told them to stay home… But he had to entertain them some how right? They were his guests (sort of) after all! He’d get her a double fudge, extra large brownie over chocolate ice cream, that’d make her happier.
* *
“Oh! Yummy!” She squealed happily licking her lips at the tasty treat in front of her. Her eyes were glazed over slightly as she dug her spoon into the thick chocolaty goodness. Lunch had gone over quietly on Faye’s side, she hadn’t eaten much, she seemed rather upset over something, Spike couldn’t tell what. Shin and Lin didn’t seem to notice her loathing of them so they kept talking to her and asking her questions. Well, at least Lin did, being the more talkative one. Shin just watched quietly, Faye was pleasing to the eyes.
When the chocolate and Faye met was when she had first really smiled with true happiness. Chocolate was to Faye what life was to a dying man. With her fudge oozing brownie over chocolate ice cream she was able to block out all the bad things and just melt like the ice cream under the warm (and very yummy) brownie.
‘She’s even prettier when she smiles,” Shin thought smiling a little. “Most women wouldn’t dare eat that. They’d be afraid of getting fat.” He said bluntly.
Spike nearly choked as the spoon came to rest in Faye’s mouth. She glared at him about to say something to him when he said, “But a beautiful woman such as yourself wouldn’t have to worry about something like that.” Faye slowly smiled to him, “You’re not really Spike’s cousin! You couldn’t possibly be related to him, he would never compliment a gorgeous woman like me properly.”
Spike fell out of his chair awkwardly. The other occupants of the table looked at him startled by his sudden action. He looked up a bit angry but the emotion was gone from his face by the time he sat back down in his chair. Faye and Shin talked for a while and Lin tortured Spike with his constant chatter.
Spike grumbled unhappily, cousins suck.
* *
Spike and Faye sat silently in the car. He was driving her home after dropping the twins off at the hotel they were staying at. Faye watched the scenery drift by lazily. Today was a bad good day--the kind of day that started bad and ended pretty good. This time instead of being called a name or being told she ate too much or was a leach, she was complimented. And although Spike’s cousin was two years younger than her, he was still kind of cute and two years wasn’t so bad anyways. She sighed; his cousins were leaving soon though, so she wouldn’t see Shin again until sometime in the distant future. She could live without Lin, he wasn’t so bad, but he talked an awful lot.
“If you think too hard your brain might ooze out of your ears.” Spike told her nonchalantly.
“I was just thinking about that.”
“About what?”
“How much of a jerk you are and how nice your cousin Shin was.”
Spike coughed slightly and didn’t turn to look at her. “Are you coming down sick? You’ve been coughing a lot lately.” She said to him.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. Ya know it’s just like you.” She began to explain, “you get some crazy disease or you loose a limb and ‘you’re fine’. You could be bleeding to death! And if someone is trying to help you, you tell them ‘I’m fine’ and you tell them to leave you alone!”
“What? I am fine! I’m not sick, if I was sick I’d know about it. There’s just a lot of dust in here!” He started to roll the window down. “And since when do you care? Usually you want me to drop dead!”
“Yeah well you don’t exactly make it easy to like you.” She crossed her arms and leaned into the corner of the door and the seat.
“You aren’t the most inviting person either.” He shifted slightly in his seat.
“You’re cousin was nice.” she said quietly.
“Don’t you mean ‘cousins’,” he asked.
“No, Lin was more annoying than anything, but I thought Shin was very sweet.”
“That’s only cause he said you were beautiful.”
“So? He’s kind of cute too.”
Spike’s eyes squinted somewhat, “He’s fifteen.”
“So? He’s only two years younger than me. That’s not so bad.”
“Of course cause you’ve dated lots of guys who were like ten years older than you so why not try someone younger for once, right?”
“I’ve never dated anyone even two years older than me!” She glared at him, “And what are you trying to get at? Are you saying I’m a slut?”
“Nope, I didn’t say it.”
Growling, “Stop the car! I can walk home I don’t need this. I thought maybe we could become good friends but that was dumb of me.”
Spike didn’t stop the car. He was mean but he wasn’t going to let her walk all the way home. Maybe he’d kick her out when they got closer to the trailer park.
“Hey! Didn’t you hear me?! I said stop the car!”
‘Just don’t answer her. She’s not stupid enough to try and jump. I don’t think she has the guts, and I don’t think she wants to get away from me badly enough to walk home.’
“See? This is the kind of thing I was talking about!”
“What’s the kind of thing you were talking about?”
“You always do that! You always say something mean to me. You can’t just say something nice, you always have to be mean. Lunch was nice and then I don’t know maybe you had to put in an insult for the day or something but once I started talking about your cousin you went wacko on me!” She stared out the window; her eyebrows knitted together.
“I do not; and so what if I have a minimum of one insult a day for you? You shouldn’t get so uptight about it, gees, women are so complicated.” He started to trail off talking to himself about how women couldn’t take jokes.
“But it’s not just a joke sometimes! After a while you start to think that maybe they actually mean it. You know how often I’m called a slut?”
“It couldn’t possibly be that often,” he said sarcastically.
“Quite often! And it’s because of the way I dress, but you know what? I’m comfortable dressing like this. I’m not going to stop dressing this way because of what other people think. Really I think they should keep their mouths shut but who cares about what I think or feel. I’m the shrew with no feelings!” Now she was just ranting about people in general. But it was all true; she just wanted people to keep their opinions to themselves. If they didn’t like what they saw they could look away.
‘Great, now she’s getting all emotional! Good goin’ asshole!’ He mentally scolded himself. ’Well, maybe this once I could apologize, after all, the whole Vicious thing…’ His thoughts stopped for a moment and he almost didn’t stop at the red light he was so caught up in his small flashback.
“Sorry,” he muttered. The car fell quiet; they only had a few blocks to go before they reached the park. Faye blinked at his words, she softened and sighed. "It's ok." she looked over at him. Spike slowed the car to a stop and looked back at her.
Faye smiled a little, "It's not like I would really date your cousin. Long distant relationships never work out, besides, I'm sure there's someone here in this town better suited for me."
Spike didn't smile or frown, he wasn't sure how to feel about Faye's interest in other guys. 'Crap, why should I care if she's interested in other guys?' He scowled. Faye opened the door, the noise brought Spike out of his thoughts, "We should talk later" Spike said as she got out of the car.
"Ok, see ya," Faye waved, Spike nodded and drove away.
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Yay! Fixed it! ^^ Ok, now I can start working on a new chapter. Since I've gone through, re-read the whole story fixed a few things and all that good stuff, I can write a decent chapter! I'll update soon!
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