Date: Sun, 05 Oct 2003 22:55:44 -0700
From: RC in Sacramento <sacwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 10

This is a work of fiction from a first time author. It depicts acts of sex
and sexuality between two teenage females. If such content disturbs you, or
you are under 18, get out and stay out. As always, this story can only be
reproduced by consent of the author.

			Becka the Beast
			 by Sacwriter


Chapter 10***

	Becka came fully awake then, as she realized that Toni was not alone. There
was a man standing next to her, with greasy hair and a beer gut. She
recognized him as the type of 'date' that Toni always brought home from the
club, the middle aged losers who took the money that should have gone for
their kid's braces and shoved it down the g-strings of the strippers. They
had always caused a feeling of disdain in her, but the leer that this
particular one was lavishing on her now made her skin crawl with revulsion.
	"Toni, what...?" she started, but didn't finish. She felt her stomach drop
with a sickening rush. She knew then that she had underestimated the other
girl. Toni had no intention of ever letting Becka go, like she had intimated
that evening. Maybe it was seeing Becka in nice clothes for the first time,
or maybe it was as simple as vicious pride being stung by Becka rejecting
her. Whatever it was, Toni had obviously decided that if Becka wasn't going
to be hers, she'd at least get some more mileage out of her. Toni intended
to pimp her out.
	Toni's next words confirmed the truth.
	"Ray here was telling me how much he'd like to try something really new, so
I told him about what I had in my closet tonight. And seeing as how you owe
me for all the times I let you crash with me, bitch, I figured you could pay
me back by taking care of him for me. You see, baby, isn't she just like
Momma promised? Sweet sixteen, and so tight you'll have to pound it in with
a hammer. Why don't you bring her out here so we can both have some fun?"
	Ray or whoever he was only grunted in response, but he bent down quickly
and grabbed a hold of Becka's ankles. 	Becka screamed and tried to kick him,
but she had no leverage. In a second she was dragged out of the closet like
a sack of flour, and when he stopped Ray gave her no chance to escape. The
big man squatted down on top of her, sitting on her legs, imprisoning them
with his bulk. She tried to sit up, to squirm out from under him, but he
just grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her back to the ground with his
greater weight. Terror twisted her beautiful features into a mask, made her
heart pound in her ears like a bass drum. She looked beseechingly over at
Toni, but the other girl just stood there with her hand under her skirt,
fingering herself. The action was almost as obscene as the vindictive look
of triumph on Toni's face.
	Becka tried to scream again, but Ray silenced her with his mouth, pressing
his fat moist lips against hers, and then sticking his tongue in her mouth
before she could close it. The action wasn't a kiss, it was oral rape, and
Becka found herself choking on the intruding piece of slimy flesh. She felt
herself slipping away, into the place she went when things became too
horrible too witness, but something stopped her. It was a memory, a memory
of that very afternoon, when she and Gia had been rolling around in her back
yard. The smaller girl had spent the day teaching her karate, had made her
practice over and over again some of the dirtiest fighting tricks she had
ever heard of. Like a person drowning who clutches at anything that floats,
Becka held that memory to her and used it against the monster lying on top
of her.
Her hands were still free, and without even thinking about it Becka slapped
them to the sides of Ray's head. She curled her fingers and, bracing her
shoulders against the ground beneath her, she gauged her thumbs as hard as
she could into Ray's eyes.
	The fat man screamed, a high pitched sound, clawing at his face, and
suddenly the overwhelming weight was rolled off of her. Becka didn't wait to
see what damage she had inflicted, she pulled herself to her feet and
scrambled over the writhing body of her erstwhile rapist.
	Becka made it out into the living room before Toni caught her, grabbing her
by the hair and almost pulling her off of her feet. With an anguished cry
Becka swung around, trying to free herself from the older girl's hold, but
that only made Toni grab her by the shoulders instead. She slammed Becka's
back against the wall so hard that the breath left her lungs with an
agonized grunt, and for several long seconds all she could see was pinpoints
of light in blackness.
	"You little WHORE! That was an easy five hundred bucks you just cost me,
and now I'm gonna rip -"
	Toni never finished her threat. In another move that Gia had taught her,
Becka swung her arm around in an arc, slamming it down on the other girl's
forearms with all of her weight, breaking Toni's grip with ease. As soon as
her arm had reached the bottom of its swing, she whipped it back across in a
vicious backhand swing that brought her knuckles smashing into Toni's face,
breaking her nose and sending her sprawling. A spray of blood from the
broken nose smeared the back of her hand and splattered her T-shirt, but
Becka was way too busy to notice. As soon as Toni's ass hit the floor, she
had grabbed her shoes and bolted through the door and out into the night.
	Becka didn't stop running until she was a good three blocks away from
Toni's apartment building. She would have run longer, but the roadside
gravel was making her feet hurt. She found a spot behind a bush that was
shielded from the road and, panting hoarsely, she sat down on the grass to
pull on her shoes. She had just finished tying the last one when she
suddenly realized that she had left her book bag in the back of Toni's
closet. All her clothes, her mother's jacket and worse, her carefully
hoarded stash of money, were now in the possession of a woman who would
probably take a butcher's knife to her if she ever saw her again. With a
hopeless moan of despair, Becka curled herself up into a ball under the
bush, and cried until dawn.

			* * *

	Gia rose early the next morning and dressed for school, her pretty face set
in determined lines. She gathered her things and made her way downstairs,
where she found her father and brothers just sitting down to breakfast. Her
brothers had no clue about the maelstrom that raged inside of her, but her
father examined her face closely. He sighed when he saw her set expression,
his own emotions mixed. He was glad to see that his little girl had pulled
herself together, her distress of the night before had cut into him like a
knife. But the grim look on her face told him that she had decided on a
course of action, and that she would do anything she had to, to help her
friend, no matter how dangerous it got.
	"I'm going to find Becka," she said, stopping before the four most
important men in her life. She said it as an announcement, not asking
permission, simply stating what she was going to do. Her brothers stopped
eating, looking up at her, puzzled by the tone of her voice. But Phil
Cameron wasn't puzzled at all. He knew the sound of a vow when he heard one.
	"I need someone to drive me to school early. I don't think she'll show up
today, but if I'm wrong I want to make sure I don't miss her."
Her father nodded, then turned to his youngest son and said, "Johnnie,
finish your Fruit Loops and get your keys, your giving your sister a ride to
school. And no, you may not ask what this is about."
	Johnnie didn't argue, he just dug in and started eating faster. He was
consumed by curiosity, but you never questioned Dad when he used that tone
of voice. His two older brothers looked on, now definitely intrigued, but
also wisely keeping their mouths shut.
	"So what happens if this girl isn't in class today?" Phil asked, his voice
level.
	"Then I'll ask around, see if anybody knows where she might have gone. I'm
pretty sure she won't go back home, except maybe to sneak back in and get
some clothes. If I can't find her anywhere else, I'll just keep an eye on
her house and see if I can catch her there."
		Phil frowned, not liking that answer at all. He didn't want his daughter
anywhere near that baby-raping bastard's house, not for any reason. He
wanted to forbid her to go there, but he didn't. If six years in the Army
had taught him anything, it was that you never gave an order you know won't
be obeyed. Instead he asked, "Do you want one of us to go along?"
	Gia shook her head, glad that her father hadn't made it an order. "No, it's
going to be hard enough getting her to stand still and talk to me by myself.
If she sees one of you guys, she'll just freak. I'll take my cell phone
though, and I'll call you if I find her or if I need a ride."
	"Take extra batteries, too. Call here at least once an hour, and make sure
you call for a ride home no later than eight o'clock. No, don't argue, this
is non negotiable! At eight-o-five, we come looking for you. Understood?"
	Gia swallowed, but only nodded. She knew she had pushed her father as far
as she could. At that point, her brother Juan finished his breakfast and
rose to his feet, leaving his dishes for someone else to clean. Hey, he had
a mission to do, right? As he passed her, he gave his little sister a
supportive squeeze to the shoulder, and received a grateful smile in return.
	Gia's brothers loved her deeply. Much of it was the fact that she so
closely resembled her mother, and that looking at her was like looking at
Lupe Cameron in miniature. But most of it was just plain Gia herself, the
little sister who had openly worshipped her big brothers since the day she
was born. For a smile like that, they would have gladly gone out and started
kicking in doors for her.
	Gia went to the refrigerator and took out the lunch she had prepared the
night before. She also grabbed herself an apple for breakfast, even though
she did not feel like eating. Before she left, she handed her father a piece
of white paper. It was the picture of herself that Becka had drawn, the one
where she was dressed and reading a book. Becka had left her sketchpad in
Gia's room when she had fled yesterday.
	"Becka drew that for you. I told you she was special."
	Phil looked at it, his eyebrows rising, impressed by its professional
quality. Why, the girl had managed to catch Gia perfectly! Better than any
damned photograph, that was for sure. His remaining two sons were straining
over his shoulders, trying to get a look too. Phil felt a lump begin to form
in his throat. He raised his eyes to give his daughter one last word of
encouragement, but the hallway was empty. Gia had already gone.

			* * *

	Gia waited by Becka's locker until the late bell rang, but the other girl
never showed. Nor was she in American Government, the first class that they
shared. When lunch period finally came and Gia saw that Becka wasn't at
their usual table, she knew in her heart that she wouldn't see her in study
hall, either. Gia turned her steps across the big room to where Sammie and
her other two friends were already sitting.
	The three girls broke up their gossip session when they saw her
approaching, looking up and smiling at her expectantly. It suddenly struck
her how different she and Becka were from them. The other girls belonged to
the group that Becka referred to as 'the Gap Mafia', daughters of the upper
middle class. They only wore name brand clothes that were always in fashion,
popularity was their God, and some of them even owned cars. Sammie worked on
the school newspaper and dated the co-captain of the wrestling team, and
Justine and Kelly were both cheerleaders, for Pete's sake. What could they
possibly have in common with the abused daughter of a drug pusher, or the
daughter of a glorified auto mechanic? Would they even care what had
happened to Becka, 'Becka the Beast', a girl they had been mortally afraid
of just a week ago?
	If they knew that Becka had been molested for six years, would they open
their hearts to her, or shrink away in revulsion because it was her own
father who had done it to her? Maybe they thought that incest was a disease
that could be caught, or some sort of stink that could rub off. Maybe Becka
had been right to fear letting that ugly secret be made public. No, Gia
would tell them some of the story, but some things they definitely didn't
need to know. She would not betray Becka's secrets a second time.
	"Hi, Gia! How was your weekend? Hey, I was just telling everybody that my
parents said I could have a pool party this weekend, and you and Becka have
to come, it'll be so cool -"
	"Becka ran away from home."
	Sammie stopped, surprise written on her face. She looked at Justine and
Kelly to confirm what she had just heard, and saw the same expression on
their faces, too. While she was busy processing that, Gia grabbed a seat and
sat down, and quickly filled them in as much as she could.
	"Look, something bad happened to Becka at home. She can't stay there
anymore, so she ran away. Now I'm trying to find her, but I don't know where
to look.
	"You guys have known her longer, you even went to the same grade school, so
do any of you know where she might have run too? I mean, like, did she have
any friends she could have gone to, or anyplace that she might have hung out
at? I remember she said she knew a girl named 'Toni', does anyone know who
she is?"
	The other girls exchanged looks, shrugs, and shakes of the head. After all
the silent communication was done, they could only turn to Gia with
disappointing news.
	"Sorry, Gia," said Justine. "But none of us really knew anything about
Becka. I don't think she had any friends, I know I don't remember any. And I
don't remember anybody named Toni at our school, either."
	"Yeah, and besides," put in Sammie, "she was like a whole grade ahead of
us. Even if she wasn't a loner, I don't think anyone we know would even have
had any classes with her. She was just the scary girl that everybody stayed
away from. I mean, we all know different now, but back then, well, you
know."
	"Yeah," added Kelly, "you're like probably her very first friend, ever. How
come she didn't come to you when she ran away?"
	ia sighed. "Because I blew it. Becka told me something in confidence,
something really personal, and I told my Dad about it. She freaked out, she
thinks I betrayed her, and now she doesn't trust me anymore. That's why I've
got to find her, to tell her I'm sorry and to try and make up for what I
did. But now I don't know what to do."
	"Hey, wait a minute!" said Kelly, her eyes lighting up. "Becka was a year
ahead of us, so that would mean she was in your sister's class, wouldn't it,
Sam?"
	"That's right," said Sammie, standing up and searching the crowded
cafeteria with her eyes.  "And right now, Billie is right over ... there!"

			* * *


	Apparently the Wexler family had an affinity for transgendered names.
Sammie's sister Billie was just an older version of Sammie herself, and it
appeared that the younger Wexler had something to look forward to. Her big
sister was gorgeous, and by the looks of all the other seniors who hung out
at her table, she was very popular too. But like Sammie she hadn't let it go
to her head, and she readily agreed to help the four girls find their
missing friend.
	"Yeah, that would be Toni Brightman, she was a senior last year, and she
and Becka used to hang out a lot. I don't think they were really friends,
though. I think Toni treated her more like a pet, you know?
	"No, of course you don't, I'm not being very plain, am I? Okay, let me tell
you about Toni. She was the school slut, a real bad girl, and she had a mean
streak you would not believe. She'd sleep with anybody, if it got her what
she wanted, including some of the teachers. She had this whole crew of
losers who hung around her, she had them so wrapped around her little finger
that they'd do anything she asked. Like if you mouthed off to Toni, you'd
get beat up or your car would get trashed, you know? Everybody was afraid of
that bitch, she was just plain crazy.
	"Toni really liked to shock people, too. She was pretty open about the fact
that she liked girls as much as boys, and sometimes she'd take one of the
girls who hung out with her and give them a great big French kiss right in
the middle of the hall. Real make-out stuff, tongues and groping and
everything. That's what she used to do to Becka, but I don't think your
friend liked it much, you know? One time I saw them out by the bleachers,
and Toni was kissing on Becka's neck, and had her hands under her shirt,
just feeling her up right out there where the whole football team could see.
But Becka, she wasn't into it at all. She had this really strange look on
her face, a kind of dead-zombie kind of look. I thought she was stoned or
something, but now I'm not so sure.
	"Anyway, Toni graduated last year, God knows how. I haven't seen her since,
but my old boyfriend's brother told him that he once saw her dancing at this
strip club, and being real nasty about it. He said that she's also turning
tricks there, too. No, sorry, I don't know which club it was. But you know,
she might be listed, why don't you just check the phone book? Yeah, that's
'Brightman', B-R-I-G-H-T-M-A-N. No, I'm sorry, I don't know anything about
her parents. But hey, good luck finding your friend. I really hope she's
alright, but if she's with Toni again, I wouldn't get my hopes up."

			* * *

	There were thirteen Brightman's in the Orange County phone book, but only
one 'T. Brightman'. The address listed was only about a mile away from the
school, so Gia planned on going over there after classes let out. Justine
and Kelly both had cheerleader practice then, but Sammie offered to
accompany her. Gia turned her down. If Becka was at Toni's, she had to talk
to her alone, if she wanted to preserve her secrets.

	Gia stood in front of the apartment, and knocked on the door. She had to
knock three times before she heard movement on the other side. A shadow
passed across the peephole, and Gia tried her best to look small and
non-threatening. Just another kid, selling something door to door,
absolutely nothing to worry about, ma'am.
	The door opened suddenly, the apparition standing there so bizarre that Gia
took a step backward in surprise. Toni looked like she had just woken up
from three days in Tijuana. Her hair was stringy, unwashed and uncombed, and
her eyes were bloodshot with purplish bags underneath. The splint over her
nose was held down with white surgical tape and covered most of her face
like a Halloween mask, and there was dark crusted blood around one nostril.
Even at this range, it was obvious that she badly needed a shower. Gia took
this all in, and more. The conclusion she came to made her teeth clench, and
a red haze gathered at the corners of her eyes.

	Toni was definitely not in a good mood. She had spent three hours and over
$200 at the emergency room last night, which made things tight since she
obviously wouldn't be able to work for at least another two weeks. She also
wouldn't be able to get many clients for her 'home based' business either,
not looking like this. Ray, her best customer, had limped out of there
swearing he'd never come within a mile of her again even if she gave it
away. And now to top it all off, the pills they had given her for the pain
weren't working very well, but they made it impossible for her to self
medicate with a bottle of Johnnie Walker. All in all it had been a really
shitty day, and though Toni didn't know it, it was about to get a whole lot
worse.
	Toni glared at the young girl standing on her doorstep, and tried to scowl
through the bandage on her face.
	"So just what the fuck are you looking - HEY!" Toni yelped as the girl
shoved her aside with surprising strength and stormed into her apartment.

	Gia stood in the middle of the room, looking around, taking in the mess,
and the clothes strewn on the couch and floor. She crossed her arms and
glared at Toni, demanding, "Where is she? Where's Becka?"

	Toni froze in surprise, and then snarled when she realized what name this
little bitch had just used. Becka again! God, how she wanted to kill that
backstabbing little whore. Breaking her nose and turning on her like that,
and after all that she had done for the little slut. And now this other kid
comes pushing into her home and talking shit to her. Well if Becka fucking
Jackson wasn't here, maybe she could get some of her own back from this
little ...
	Toni suddenly hesitated, an innate sense of caution finally kicking in.
Becka Jackson was an easy target, she had no friends and no family except
for that druggie old man of hers, who wouldn't give a rat's ass if his kid
were gang banged by bikers. But this girl dressed like money, she probably
had yuppie parents who wouldn't hesitate to go to the cops if their little
darling got her hair all messed up. Better to play this one cagey, see if
she could get the little punk out of here without any more trouble.
	"I don't know who you're talking about, kid. You've got the wrong
apartment. Now get the hell out before I call the cops."
	Gia snorted. "You're name is Toni Brightman. You're a stripper and a whore,
and no way would you ever call the police for any reason. You knew Becka
Jackson in high school. Becka ran away last night, and she came here but
she's not here now, so where is she?"
	Toni's eyes narrowed, and she felt the urge to lick her lips. Things were
beginning to get complicated, and she was in no mood for that. Just how much
did this kid know about her, and how much could she tell the cops? Toni
scowled, trying to hold down her anger.
	"Okay, I used to know a Becka Jackson back in high school. But I haven't
seen her since I got out of that dump, and she wasn't here last night."
	"Then how come you're wearing her clothes?"
	Toni froze, with no lie coming conveniently to her lips.
	"Those are brand new clothes, I was with Becka when she bought them just a
couple of days ago. And those are her other clothes lying on the couch, and
that's her book bag on the floor. I know she was here last night, so stop
lying to me."
	"Alright, so she was here last night. But I didn't steal anything, she
traded me her stuff for a place to sleep. She was gone when I got up this
morning, and I don't know where she went."
	Gia snorted in disdain at the obvious lie. "She might have given you some
of her clothes or even her book bag, but she would never have given you her
mother's jacket. She would have slept in the street before she gave that up.
	"I think Becka came here like she's done before, when things got bad at
home. Only this time I think she wouldn't let you touch her. I think she
told you she didn't ever want to have sex with you again, but you tried to
force her, didn't you? But she fought back, she broke your nose and then she
ran away. Now tell me where she is!"
	Enough! Suddenly Toni didn't care if this was the fucking President's
daughter, no way was she going to put up with any more of her mouth. Toni
snarled and reached for the Barbie Doll's skinny neck. "You ask too many
questions, you little -" but that was as far as she got.
	It was a short flight. It began with Toni upright on her feet, and ended
with her slamming down flat on her back, the air exploding out of her lungs
so fast it almost made her pass out. The windows of the tiny apartment shook
at the impact. Toni found herself struggling for breath, gasping. She pulled
air in raggedly, but just as the haze started to clear from her eyes, she
felt a heavy weight settle painfully onto her stomach. The horrible kid who
had just thrown her around like she was nothing was now sitting on top of
her, leaning forward and pinning her wrists so that she was totally
helpless. Toni was familiar with this position, she had employed it herself
hundreds of times on other girls she had terrorized in school, but she
couldn't remember it ever having been used on her. For the first time since
she opened the door, Toni began to experience real fear. She tried hard to
clear her head and concentrate on Gia's words, she had a feeling that they
were going to be very important.
	"You have bruises on your forearms, and a broken nose. I taught that move
to Becka, I know what it can do. You shouldn't have been in any shape to
make her run off without all of her stuff. That means there must have been
someone else in here, probably a man. So what did you do, Toni? Huh? Did you
try to sell Becka to one of your tricks? Is that why she ran away? Answer
me!"
	Toni gulped, really frightened now. This kid was scary!
	"Look, it's ... it's not what you think. I just - AHHHH!  Ow! Ow!
Owowowow!" Gia had released one of Toni's hands, but only to free up one of
her own. She now held Toni's bandaged and broken nose between her thumb and
forefinger, and was steadily applying pressure.
	"Oww! Okay, okay, you're right! His name is Ray, he's one of my customers,
and I told him I had a surprise in the closet and she was sweet sixteen and
he could have her for five hundred bucks and she poked him in the eyes and
then she hit me and she left and I haven't seen her since last night and I
don't know where she is I swear it and please please don't squeeze my nose
like that I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry ..."

	Gia let go of the other girl's nose and rose to her feet, trying not to be
overwhelmed by both disappointment and worry. The news was bad, very bad.
Not only wasn't Becka here, she was unlikely to ever come back, and she was
also out on the streets with literally nothing but the clothes on her back.
There was only one other place she could think of that Becka could go, back
to the home of all her nightmares. The very thought made Gia sick to her
stomach.
	Gia looked down at Toni, who was slowly sitting up, trying to shield her
nose with both hands. "Get up!" she snapped, and watched as the older woman
hastened to comply. When Toni had scrambled to her feet, Gia looked her up
and down and said, "Take off those clothes."

	Toni blinked, stunned. Did this not-so-little kid want to do her? It was a
daunting thought, but at the same time exciting. She was kind of cute, and
sexy in a Terminator sort of way. Toni tried to give the other girl her most
seductive smile, reaching for the buttons on her blouse with one hand while
she stroked her breasts with the other. She didn't realize how totally
ludicrous she looked.
	"Oh, get real," Gia snorted in disgust. "I wouldn't lay a finger on you,
unless it was part of a fist. But those are Becka's clothes, and I'm not
leaving here without them. Hand them over."
T	he word 'fist' seemed to inspire Toni, she was out of her clothes with the
speed that only a professional could wield. Under Gia's supervision she soon
had gathered up, folded, and neatly packed all of Becka's belongings back
into her knapsack. Finally, as she stood there in bra and panties and
bandages, she held out the bag to Gia, gaining back enough of her lost
bravado to snap at the little brunette.
	"Okay, here. This is all of that backstabbing bitches stuff, I'm sorry I
ever met her sorry ass. Now for the last time, get the hell out of my
house!"
	"You're forgetting something," Gia replied, as she picked up Becka's book
bag and slung it over one shoulder. "The money."
	Toni swallowed and licked her lips, her eyes darting away. She might as
well have worn a sign saying, 'I am about to lie, do not believe a word I
say'.
	"Wh-what money? If Becka had any money, she must have had it in her pocket,
'cause I never seen any."
	Gia took a threatening step towards Toni, who flinched and stepped back,
looking away.
	"Becka had her life savings in that bag, she said it was four hundred
dollars. Do NOT make me come looking for it."
	Toni cringed, and then hastily scrambled across the room to where her purse
lay. From it's interior she pulled a huge wad of bills, which she quickly
handed over to Gia, who took them and frowned. They were mostly small bills,
ones and fives, but with a smattering of tens and twenties thrown in. Gia
quickly counted out four hundred dollars from the larger denominations, and
then returned the rest to a surprised Toni. The older girl obviously had
expected Gia to keep all the money, which was what she would have done if
the situation were reversed. She quickly shoved the remaining bills back
into her purse, and hid it behind her back, just in case this ferocious
little girl-monster should change her mind.

	As she was shoving the bills into her pants pocket, Gia gave Toni one last
instruction. "If Becka comes back or calls, tell her that Gia was here. Tell
her I've got her stuff, and that I'm looking for her, and I won't stop until
I find her. And I know that I don't have to tell you not to lay a hand on
her, don't I?"
	Gia didn't even bother to wait for an answer, she had already shouldered
Becka's book bag and was walking out the door. She stopped briefly on the
front porch to pick up her own bag, and then strode down the walkway and out
to the sidewalk. At the site of her retreating figure, Toni suddenly found
some of her errant courage. She clenched her fists and followed Gia out to
the walkway, ignoring the fact that she was now outside in nothing more than
a bra and panties.

	"She asked for it, you know that, don't you?" Toni shouted after her, her
voice rising loudly. "She was always asking for it. She's just a little
slut, who fucks her own father. She's a WHORE, you hear me?! She's just
another good for nothing little wh ---EEEEEK!"
	Gia had dropped her bags and spun around, and was now racing back up the
sidewalk, straight at the other girl, the look on her face promising pure
mayhem. Toni was already fleeing, desperately trying to get back to the
safety of her apartment and its locked door.
She didn't make it.
(continued)