Date: Fri, 03 Oct 2003 21:08:50 -0700
From: RC in Sacramento <sacwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 2

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 2 ***

	On Tuesday Becka sat in her usual place at a table in the corner of the
cafeteria, alone, mechanically eating the sandwich and candy bar that she
had brought from home in a brown paper bag. She didn't really taste the
sandwich, didn't really hear or see what was going on around her, in fact
she didn't really think about anything at all. It was one of those days
where she felt dead inside, the kind that had been occurring more and more
lately. There was a part of her that was beginning to think that this was
the natural state of things.
	Somebody sat down in the chair next to her, an event so unusual it had the
effect of snapping her out of her apathy. She was startled and dismayed to
find that it was that girl, Gia. The one she had assaulted yesterday, but
who had instead turned the tables on her so easily. Becka's heart jumped, as
she felt the sudden panicky urge to get up and run.
	"Mind if I sit here?" said Gia, laying down a plastic lunch box on the
table. She didn't wait for an answer, but started taking out items wrapped
in plastic from the boxes interior.
	'As if I had a choice', thought Becka, darkly. Yesterday Gia had proven
herself stronger than her, and in Becka's world that meant that sooner or
later the other girl would hurt her, maybe hurt her bad. Mixed with that was
the knowledge that this girl had just cause to hate her, and the combination
sent little fear trembles up and down Becka's spine.
	"Hey, you like Tallhouse cookies? I baked them myself this morning. Here,
help yourself." Gia slid an open Ziploc bag of the homemade cookies across
the table to her. They were chocolate chip.
	Becka felt the panic again, squeezing her heart in a vise. 'Cookies? I rape
her like a dog and she gives me cookies? What kind of trap is this?' Becka
scrambled to her feet, leaving the remains of her lunch and trying to bolt.
But Gia grabbed her hand with a grip like iron, holding her. Caught off
balance she tried to pull away but couldn't. Becka felt the desperation of a
trapped animal.
	"Becka, wait! Don't go, Becka, please! I don't want to hurt you, I
promise."
	It wasn't the promise that made Becka stop struggling, and slowly sit back
down. People made promises all the time, they meant nothing. But people who
were going to hurt you never said please, they just did it. Reluctantly, she
sat back down.
	"W-what do you want with me?" Becka said, hating the tremble in her voice.
It seemed she was always finding reasons to hate herself these days, to hate
her weaknesses. She eyed Gia warily from underneath beetled brows, the
familiar scowl settling back onto her features.
	Gia sighed, and then looked around, making sure that nobody could overhear
their conversation. "Look, I told you that I wasn't going to hurt you. I saw
that look on your face, the one you had when I had you on the ground. I
didn't like it. I don't want to see it again. So as long as you don't try to
hurt me, and I don't see you trying to hurt anybody else, I won't hurt you
back. Okay?
	"But remember this, Becka. If I ever hear of you trying that shit on
another girl, all bets are off! You tried to rape me, you thought you had
done it, too. I won't let you do that to someone else who can't defend
themselves like I can."
	Becka blushed, squirming in her chair. The shame of what she had done,
tried to do, was still with her.
	"I'm sorry," she muttered, avoiding Gia's gaze. "I never did that before. I
won't do it again, ever. I promise."
	Gia cocked one eyebrow at the other girl, frowning. A smile curved its way
onto her lips.
	"Oh, you are so lying! No way was that the first time you ate pussy. You're
just too damn good at it."
	Becka blushed again, but saw the twinkle in Gia's eyes. It wasn't a
malicious look, Gia wasn't trying to put her down, or make her feel small.
The smile was actually friendly. Becka decided that she really liked that
kind of smile. She didn't see them too often.
	"No, I mean...I didn't mean I've never done pussy before. I meant that I
never made somebody else do it with me. I've only done it with one other
girl, Toni, and she's lots bigger than me."
	Gia nodded, accepting the other girl's word. "Okay, I believe you. And like
I said before, you didn't really rape me, I let you do it. I've never been
with another girl before, and I really wanted to know what it was like.
	"Becka, I only realized that I was a lesbian this past summer. I didn't
have any lesbian friends I could talk too, and the few girls in my old
school that everybody said were gay, I didn't know them well enough to talk
to about it. So when I got here and everybody said that you were gay, I was
fascinated. That's why I was staring at you all week. I was trying to figure
out if you really were a lesbian."
	Becka scowled, her defensive responses kicking in at the suspected
criticism. "So you just wanted to see the freak, is that it?"
	Gia frowned. "I just got finished telling you that I like girls, too. So if
you're a freak, what does that make me?"
	Becka blinked, overcome by the simple logic. She stared at Gia for a while,
then said, "So when you were looking at me all those times, you were...?"
	"Yup," said Gia, taking a cookie and leaning back in her chair. "I was
picturing you naked."
	Becka couldn't help it, she felt the laughter burst out of her like a soap
bubble popping. Gia grinned back, producing two cans of Coke from her
lunchbox, still cold from the vending machine. Becka helped herself to some
of the Tallhouse cookies that Gia had made. The two girls sat in
companionable silence, broken by an occasional giggle, blissing out on
caffeine and chocolate.

			* * *

	"Gia?"
	Becka had been feeling pretty good, no longer worried about what was going
to happen, just enjoying the moment with Gia when she heard the voice
tentatively call her name. She felt her stomach clench when she saw that it
was the girl with the boy's name, Sammie, who usually hung out with Gia.
Behind her were two others that Gia customarily ate with, Justine and Kelly.
	"Umm, Gia, were you going to sit with us?" asked Sammie, hesitatingly,
looking out of the corner of her eye at Becka.
	This is it, she thought, feeling the old barriers rising again. She's going
to go with them, and it'll be over. She'll go back to her yuppie friends and
she'll tell them what a freak I am. They'll all laugh at me, and I'll never
see Gia again.
	But before the darkness could settle over her she felt her heart skip, when
Gia just shook her head. "Not today, Sam. Becka and I have some stuff to
talk about. I'll see you later in math class."
	The three girls left, casting curious glances over their shoulders. Gia
Cameron and Becka Jackson? Sitting together, sharing lunch? Laughing? So
weird!
	Becka sat looking at Gia, wonderingly. What had just happened? Had the
other girl really just chosen her over her three friends? Why?
	"You didn't go with them," she said, watching Gia's face closely.
	The cookies were long gone, and Gia had just taken a bite of her turkey
sandwich. She stopped to wash it down with a hit from the can of Coke.
"Nope."
	"Why?" Becka asked. "Why didn't you go with them?"
	"Because right now, I'd rather be with you."
	Becka was afraid to ask the question, but more afraid not to know.
	"You said you liked it when I went down on you. Is that why you're being so
nice to me? Because you want me to fuck you again?"
	Gia took her time answering. The abuse websites she had surfed last night
had all agreed on honesty as being paramount to any relationship with an
abuse victim, especially a victim of incest. One single lie could close them
down completely. Gia decided that she would also be candid.
	"A little bit, I guess. Not that much, though. I liked it, I liked it a
lot. And if you're agreeable I probably would like to do it again. But the
biggest reason was that look I saw on your face. I told you I didn't like
it, and I know I'm not the one who first put it there. But I still don't
want to see it again."
	Becka felt her chest tighten again. She just feels sorry for me. Like some
stray cat she found in an alley.
Becka felt the resentment rise, tried to use it like always before, to power
a harsh and abusive comeback. But she couldn't make it happen, couldn't seem
to fan her emotions into their usual smoldering anger. Could she really want
this girl's sympathy? Need it, even? What was wrong with her?
	"I don't need your pity," she finally managed to mutter.
	For a moment it was as if the whole cafeteria had gone silent, and the
temperature at the little table seemed to drop.
	Gia's eyes snapped, her voice taking on the same edge it had when she had
stood over Becka, with her foot at the other girl's throat.
	"I didn't offer you any, bitch. I offered you something else. But maybe
you're just too stupid to figure that out."
	Gia cleaned up her lunch, putting the Ziplocs and her empty Coke can in the
lunchbox and sealing it up. She rose and started to walk away, and Becka
found herself panicking, her heart seeming to stop in her chest. What had
she just done, and what might she have just destroyed?
Gia stopped and half turned around, said over her shoulder, 	"See you after
school?"
	Becka felt her heartbeat start again as she nodded numbly. She felt it
double when she saw the play of hips underneath Gia's tight jeans as she
walked away.

			  * * *

	They met outside when the last class ended, and decided to go over to
Becka's house, which was only a few blocks from there. Gia lived farther
away, and usually took the bus. Becka asked her how she would get home. Gia
took a small silver cell phone from her book bag and showed it to Becka.
	"Miracles of modern technology. My Dad gave this to me for my birthday, in
case I was stranded and ever needed help. My brothers have standing orders
to drop everything and give me a ride home when I call."
	Becka felt that familiar longing in her heart when she heard somebody say
something nice about their families. Her old man wouldn't have given her so
much as a quarter for the payphone, and if she ever had called for a ride,
he would have laughed his head off.
	"Your Dad sounds nice," she said, shyly.
	"Yeah, he is. So are all my brothers. They spoil me rotten."
	"What about your Mom?"
	"She died, four years ago. Drunk driver. Yours?"
	"She's dead too. Hepatitis-B. She did a lot of drugs."
	Gia felt the sympathy for this strange girl rise anew in her, but she
fought it down. It wouldn't do to let her see it, not after the way she had
acted about pity at lunch. She struggled to keep her voice neutral.
	"That's too bad. How long ago?"
	"Six years, I guess. I don't remember her so good anymore. This is her
jacket that I'm wearing."
	Gia looked at the denim jacket with the cutoff sleeves. It was old, faded
from many washings, worn from years of long use. There were places where
tears had been carefully repaired by hand, and someone, either Becka or her
Mom, had made an effort to decorate it with a red ink pen. The largest
design was an eagle on the back, which looked like it had been copied from
the back of a quarter.
	"It's nice,' Gia said, meaning it. "It was your mother's. I'm not big
enough to were any of my Mom's things yet, but when I am I think I'd like to
do what you're doing, pick something and just wear it all the time."
	Becka nodded, and the two girls continued to walk along in silence. It was
an important moment to both of them, the sharing of a mutual loss, and it
forged another bond. Becka felt like something cold inside her was beginning
to melt.
	Becka pulled to a sudden halt when she heard the raucous heavy metal music
coming from her home. "Shit,' she muttered, and then grabbed Gia by the
hand. "C'mon."
	Gia followed, curious but trusting, finding that she liked holding hands
with Becka. The older girl led the way through several backyards where the
weeds and other growth ran riot, eventually coming up on her own backyard.
She pulled Gia down to sit on the thick grass of a copse of trees that she
had used before to spy on her own house, completely concealed by the brush
and heavy branches. From the rear of the house came the sound of harsh male
laughter and the breaking of something glass.
	"My old man must've scored some blow. He's got his friends over and they're
partying. We can't go over there now, it wouldn't be safe for you."
	"That's okay," said Gia, trying to choke back the question that was lodged
in her throat like a rock. But what about you? Is it safe for you, Becka?
Becka seemed to hear the unasked question anyway. She shifted uncomfortably
in her seat and looked away.
	"I'll be fine, don't worry about me. I'll just wait awhile for them to
really get into it, and then I'll slip in the back to my room. I've done
this before. I'll just lock my door and they won't even know I'm there."
	'Don't worry about me', she had said. It came as a shock to realize that
somebody actually would worry about her. That someone would care. She turned
away so that Gia wouldn't see the misty look building in her eyes.
	"Does your Dad do a lot of drugs?"
	Becka shrugged. "He deals. Every time he makes a big score, he parties with
his buddies."
	"And when they do, it's dangerous for you too, isn't it?"
	Becka didn't reply.
	"You don't have to, you know. You can stay at my place tonight. We've got
plenty of room."
	ia had put her hand on Becka's knee when she made the offer, and it burned
like blue electricity went through her. But it failed to warm the cold dread
that came into Becka's heart at the thought of having to meet Gia's oh so
perfect and loving family. She couldn't handle that, not now, not this soon.
It hurt to say it, but she had no choice.
	"No, that's okay. I told you, I've done this before. You call your Dad, and
have him pick you up, okay?"
	Gia just looked at her for a while, her eyes boring a hole in the side of
Becka's head, as if she could let out all the lies and deceptions that were
Becka's life and let them drain like pus from a lanced boil. Finally she
seemed to come to a decision.
	She crawled on her knees to where Becka sat in the grass, put her hands on
the other girl's shoulders, and slowly increased the pressure until she bore
her unresisting to the ground. Soon she lay on top of Becka, breast to
breast, absently playing with one of her curls as she looked into the other
girl's blue eyes.
	Becka's breath caught in her throat, and for the first time she let herself
sink into those beautiful brown pools. When Gia finally kissed her, she
thought it was the softest thing in the world.
	It wasn't a make out session like Gia had experienced when she was still
dating boys, or like the oral rutting that Becka did with Toni. There was
passion in it for sure, but for Becka there was also healing, and
acceptance, and the realization that somebody finally cared whether she
lived or died. It was the knowledge that if someone this wonderful could see
something worthwhile in her, than maybe she wasn't so worthless after all.
For Gia it was a pledge, a promise to this oh so strange girl that now had a
part in her life.
	It ended without a bang, but rather with a chiirp. Gia's cell phone had
gone off. She reluctantly disengaged from Becka's arms and sat up, opening
the phone with a practiced flip of her wrist. Becka felt a dizzy rush of
blood through her head, as she listened to the one sided conversation.
	"Yeah, Daddy, I'm fine, I'm over at a friend's house. No, her name's Becka,
you don't know her. Yeah, okay, I'm ready to come home. You can send 'Berto,
can't you? Because he's got the Mustang, of course. Just a minute, Daddy,"
She held her hand over the phone and looked at Becka. "Do you want to stay
with us, Becka? At least for tonight, while your Dad's friends are here?"
	There was a pleading note to Gia's voice that Becka now knew was genuine, a
sign of her concern. But for now it didn't change anything, she still
couldn't face the Cameron family yet. She shook her head, but inside she
treasured Gia's concern like horded gold.
	Gia sighed, but let it go. She told her father to pick her up on a corner a
block over, and then closed the phone and put it away in her bag. She leaned
over Becka and gave her one last kiss, one which twined their tongues into a
sensuous knot. She whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow," and then faded away
into the bushes, following the track that they had made to come here.
	Becka waited ten minutes and then rose, heading the opposite direction to
what Gia had taken. No way was she going to stay under the same roof as her
old man and a bunch of his scum buddies high on coke and meth and whatever
else they had gotten a hold of. She'd spend the night at Toni's place.
Better to have to screw her than to be passed around like a bag of Doritos.
(continued)