Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 02:35:59 -0700 From: RC in Sacramento Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 5 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 5*** Becka swallowed, and then turned to Gia. "He's gonna be mad that I didn't do the shopping before now. You better go, Gia. You don't need to be around for this. I'll see you at school tomorrow. And I'm really looking forward to this weekend." Gia looked at her friend, and saw the fear lurking in her eyes. And behind that she saw that other look, the one she had seen before when she had Becka down on the locker room floor with her foot on her throat. She didn't like that look now any more than she had back then. "I'm not going." "What?" said Becka, looking at her friend, not sure if she had heard her right."Gia!" "Will you turn around and go home with me tonight?" "Gia, I ... I can't!" "Then I'm not going." "Gia, you have to! You don't know what he's like. It's not safe -" "Then it's not safe for you, either. Listen, it's more dangerous for you than it is for me. He knows you won't go to the police, but I sure as hell will. And besides, if he touches me, my Dad will rip his arms off, and that's NOT just a figure of speech." "But Gia, he doesn't know who your Dad is." "Then I'll just have to tell him, won't I?" Gia thought for a few seconds, the beginnings of a plan taking form in her mind. "Does your Dad speak Spanish?" "Um, a few words, not much. Not at all if you speak fast." "Good, that makes it easier. C'mon, lets do this." *** Becka looked at the younger girl and started to shake. She was scared, for herself and now for Gia, too. She wanted to make her stay behind, or better yet to go home, to her father and three huge brothers, but she didn't think Gia would let her. And besides, she was just too scared to turn down her friend's help. With a dry mouthed swallow she nodded, and started up the driveway. They put the shopping cart back in the garage and locked it up, each taking an armful of groceries. Becka led the way on shaking legs, and stepped through the side door and into the kitchen. *** The outside of the single story bungalow was dilapidated and run down, and Gia had expected more of the same inside. It therefore came as a shock to see that the interior was immaculate. The linoleum was old and chipped, but it was clean, as were the counters. Not a speck of dirt marred their surface. There were no dirty dishes in the sink, or old pizza boxes lying around, and it even looked like the trash had been taken out recently. Gia set her bags down on the counter and looked from the kitchen out into the living room. More of the same. Old and battered furniture on top of a worn thin rug, but both of them clean, their surroundings neat and ordered. But there was a jarring note to the cheap décor. In the center of it all stood a new looking big screen digital television. The TV itself was a standing model with a solid base, with expensive oak shelving on either side. The cases on the left held a cable box, cassette player, and a DVD player. The cases on the right held a top of the line stereo system. On the floor were two stereo speakers that looked big enough to hide bodies, and across from them sat a leather covered Barcalounger that must have cost over a thousand dollars. The little island of wealth stood out like a cruise ship in a sea of poverty. "So where the fuck you been, you stupid bitch?" Gia jumped, startled. The querulous voice came from the area of the Barcalounger, which she had not realized was occupied. She heard a small noise behind her, and turned. Becka was standing there, stock still, her face sweaty and pasty white. The sound of her father's voice had left her trembling. Gia gritted her teeth and turned around to face the monster. She really hoped he'd give her a reason to hurt him. "Hey, answer me, dammit! Where the hell have you - who the fuck are you!" Gia plastered a smile on her face, and took a few seconds to study Becka's father. There wasn't all that much to see. The man was of average height and weight, and just bordering on being filthy. His clothes were wrinkled and food stained, dungarees and a denim work shirt. His beard was the kind you get when you just forget about shaving for three weeks. His hair was lank and thin, and his unhealthy skin shown with grease. Gia was afraid to get too close to him in case something might try and jump off. "Hey, I said, who the fuck ARE YOU!" The shouted command brought Gia back to the moment, and she entered the living room smiling through clenched lips. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, I was just admiring your home, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Gia Cameron, I'm a friend of Becka's. We go to school together. I came over to help Becka study for our Poli Sci test tomorrow. We're a little late though, because we had to stop and do some grocery shopping. We got several different kinds of potato chips, would you like some?" "What? No, I don't want anything! Scratch that, I want you the hell out of my house!" "Oh, that's alright, Mr. Jackson, I completely understand. You've never even met me. But I really do need to study for this test with Becka, so why don't I do this; let me give you one of my father's cards and you can call him. I'm sure he'll be able to convince you it's alright for me to be here." Gia had stepped completely into the room now, and handed the man in the lounger a card she had taken from her wallet. He looked at it like it was a dead fish. Finally, with a grunt, he took the card and squinted to read it. Ralph Danning was confused. He was completely unused to people ignoring his insults and he couldn't understand why this stupid little girl hadn't burst into tears. He aught to get up and throw her skinny little ass out ... Ralph blinked, stared at the card some more, unsure if he had read it right or not. "This is your Dad?" he asked, suspiciously. "Yes, sir. His name's Phil Cameron, and that's his office number." "It says here that he owns 'Cameron Martial Arts Academy.' Does that mean your Dad teaches karate?" "Actually my Dad has a fourth dan black belt in Tae Kwan Do, which is Korean style karate. He also has a third dan black belt in Aikido. But on second thought maybe you shouldn't call him, I think my Dad might have already left for the day. But we can call my Uncle Steve, I know he's off duty today, because he's the one who's picking me up." "Uhh. You say your uncle is 'off duty?'" "Oh, yes sir. My uncle is a police detective third out of the Rampart division. I'm telling you this so you know that you can trust him." Ralph Danning looked like he had just bit into an apple and seen half a worm. He licked his lips nervously, forever giving up any ideas he might have had about putting his hands on the mouthy little bitch. "Umm, just what does your uncle do down at Rampart, Kid?" "He works narcotics. Here, I'll give him a call and you can talk to him yourself." Now Ralph looked like he had swallowed the rest of the worm. He hastily struggled to rise from the deep cushions of the lounger and stop the damned kid from calling, but it was too late, somebody had already picked up on the other end of her cell phone. Goddamn speed dial anyway. "Hello?" "Oso, it's me," Gia said, quickly switching to Spanish. "Daddy, listen up, and please, please don't ask any questions, because I really need your help. I'm over at Beckas, and I need you to pick me up in exactly one hour. Wear your suit, not the good one, use that old blue one that doesn't fit. And don't bring your car, borrow Juan's car. When you get here don't come to the door, just honk the horn and stand on the sidewalk. Please, Oso, I can't explain now, but I will when you get here." When her father reluctantly agreed Gia thanked him again, then gave him directions and hung up. She pasted another false smile on her face and turned once more to face Becka's father. "I apologize, Mr. Jackson. My uncle says that if you're not comfortable with me being here than I should leave. He's on his way now, and he should be here in about an hour. Please, Mr. Jackson, can Becka and I put away the groceries and then go study in her room? An hour's not much time, and we've really got to prepare for this test." "Danning." "Umm, pardon?" said Gia, not sure what he had meant. For the first time she noticed that the man in the lounger had a gold cap on one of his front teeth. The cap had letters cut into it, spelling out the word "LOVE". Gia was pretty sure it must have been stolen from somebody else. "My name is Danning, dammit. You've been calling me Jackson. Jackson was her and her Momma's name. I wouldn't let them have mine." "Oh,' Gia said, swallowing this. God, what an asshole! "Um, was that a yes or a no, Mr. Danning?" "YES, god dammit, just hurry up and get the hell out of my house!" Gia didn't wait for any more conversation. She and the trembling Becka had the four bags of groceries emptied in record time, and then Becka grabbed her hand and almost dragged her to the other end of the house. She pulled her into a bedroom with a bolt on the door, which she threw. And then the two girls collapsed against the door and slid to the ground, exhausted. Back in the living room Ralph Danning scrambled to his feet and hurried to his own bedroom. The damned kid was right, an hour wasn't much time. And if a narc cop was coming to his doorstep, he sure as hell had some moving to do. * * * In Becka's room, the two girls lay on the single narrow bed, holding each other. Gia's grip was firm, but comforting, her hands slowly stroking the other girl's back. But Becka's grip was almost desperate, more like a drowning person clutching at a floating straw. An occasional tremor would pass through her body, but Gia would continue to stroke her back, and croon to her like a mother does to a frightened child. It took awhile, but after about half an hour she finally relaxed enough to speak. "I can't believe what you did out there for me." "What, you mean lie through my teeth? Forget it, I enjoyed myself. I really wish I did have an Uncle Steve, he comes in pretty handy.' "No, I mean ... you stood up for me. You stood up to him and he could have hurt you." Gia sighed, wondering how far she should go with this. She decided it was time to gamble. "Becka, love, your father really isn't all that tough. He's a weasel, and I'm pretty sure I can take him. And I'm positive that my Dad or any of my brothers would pick their teeth with him. And I know you, too. If it were anybody other than your Dad, you would have taken a baseball bat to his knees a long time ago." "I can't. I've tried to stand up to him, but I'm just too scared." "I know. It's called conditioning, love. It means that he started hitting you when you were little, too little to defend yourself. He terrorized you, and you just got into the habit of being afraid. I think maybe that's why you were always mad and starting fights. I think you were trying to teach yourself not to be afraid. "And Becka ... I think he did more to you than just beat you. Didn't he?" Becka couldn't make herself say the words, so she just hung her head and nodded. Gia sighed, her worse fears confirmed. She hugged the other girl, rocking her back and forth, stroking her hair. How can you tell someone so lost that everything would be all right, and then make them believe it? "I'm just like him." Gia blinked, the words were said so softly that she wasn't sure she had heard them right. "What did you say?" "I'm just like him. He r-r-raped me. And I raped you. I'm just like him." Oh, God, no. She had to stop this line of thought right away. She grabbed Becka by the face and pulled her head up, made her look into her eyes. "Becka, baby, listen to me. You did not rape me. I wanted you to touch me, remember? You couldn't have hurt me if you wanted to, you know that. I'm way too strong." But Becka was shaking her head, denying Gia's reasoning. "But I thought I had raped you. It's the same thing. If it had been somebody else who couldn't fight back, I really would have done it. I'm just like him, Gia." Gia had never really heard despair before, but she knew she heard it now in her lover's voice. She had to try again, she had to show her the difference between being Becka and being a monster. "Becka, stop that now, and listen to me. You were gentle with me. You were rough and mean when you started, but when you put your head between my legs, when you touched me, you were gentle. You cared. You didn't want to care about me, but you couldn't help it. "And afterwards, I saw you in that mirror. Honey, you were almost sick! You hated what you had done, and like you said the next day, you would never have done it again. If it had been your father, he would have laughed his ass off and had a hell of a time. And he would have done it again if he ever got the chance. I told you, Becka, you're not like him at all." Slowly Becka's eyes lost some of their haunted look, as she considered the logic of Gia's words. They made sense. She couldn't deny the remorse she had felt, or the sick horror at what she had done. Her old man would never have felt any of that, not for a second. He never had with her. But that still left one question unanswered. "So why did I do it?" Gia knew the answer to this one. The question of why had been in every one of those websites. "It's because that's what they taught you, Becka. Him and his friends. Violence and abuse were the only way you knew of to deal with people. So you tried it, but found out that it wasn't in you. You're a good person, Becka. You are." Becka was silent, taking it in, measuring Gia's words against the hole in her soul. After a while, she thought that she might just be able to see a light in the darkness. They held each other for a while then, saying nothing. The spell was finally broken when Gia's cell phone rang. She picked it up right away, because she knew who it was. "Oso?" "I've been sitting around the corner for the last twenty minutes. Any longer and I'm going to come through that door like gangbusters. You okay in there, hon?" "I'm fine, Daddy. Look, just give me five more minutes, and then park out front just like I said before." She hung up before he could say anymore. "Becka, we've got to get up now. Unless you've changed your mind and want to come home with me, we've got to pull one more trick on your father. It's the only way that I'll let you stay here alone with him." "I can't Gia. Too much has happened already today, I just can't face that. I'll be at your house tomorrow, I promise." "Okay then. Lets get cleaned up and go out there before my Dad kicks in the door." They straightened up their clothing and fixed their hair as much as they could. Becka wanted to wash the redness from her face before going out, but they didn't have time to use the bathroom. She settled for wiping her cheeks with a handkerchief and blowing her nose. When they had repaired as much damage as they could, Gia picked up her bag from where it lay next to Becka's. And when they unlocked that door and left that room, it was not as two little girls, but as two young survivors. * * * Gia and Becka got to the living room just in time to hear Gia's Dad honk his horn. Gia scooted to the window and peered out, seeing her father step out from the front seat of an old Crown Royal sedan. He just stood there, immobile, staring at the house, an implacable figure of stone. A pair of ray ban sunglasses hid his eyes. Along with the cheap suit and the old sedan, he made for an extremely convincing member of the LAPD. Or at least Ralph Danning seemed to think so. He had come into the room behind Gia, to crouch down and peer out the window. He took one look at the large man with the stone face staring at his house, and swallowed loudly. "There he is, Mr. Danning, that's my Uncle Steve. Do you want to meet him?" "What? NO! Just, just get the hell out of here." "Okay, Mr. Danning. Thanks for letting me study with Becka. And thanks for letting her come to my house for the sleepover this weekend." "Yeah, yeah, just get - wait a minute! What fucking sleepover?" "Why the one at my house, Mr. Danning. I just told you about it, remember?" "Forget it! No way am I gonna let that fucking brat-" "It's okay, Mr. Danning, it'll be chaperoned. Let me get my Uncle Steve, he'll tell you all about it." "Wha - NO! I mean ... okay, okay, she can go. I guess I can use a couple of days away from the little shit. Now just get outta here, dammit." "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Danning. I'm sure Becka will have just a lovely time. And my Dad will make sure we don't stay up too late. "Oh, one more thing! Becka, we ought to be back at my house in about ten minutes. Just give me a call and we can spend the night studying on the phone, okay?" "No! It's not okay! I'm not gonna pay for two lousy little kids to-" "It's a local call, Mr. Danning." "And stop interrupting me! And what if I don't want her tying up the frigging phone for all hours just - " "Oooh, you are so right, Mr. Danning, I hadn't even thought about your inconvenience. Here, Becka, you better take my phone. It's all charged up, we can talk all night long if we have to." Gia handed the cell phone to Becka, and when she took it in her trembling hands, Gia gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze. The look of gratitude on Becka's face was heart wrenching. "I'll be going now, Mr. Danning. Oh, and Becka," said Gia. On the last note her words had slowed, gone from chatty little girl to the hard voice of someone deadly serious. Her words were spoken to the other girl, but she kept her eyes unwaveringly on Ralph Danning's face. "If Uncle Steve and I don't go straight home, you can always reach me on his cell phone. It's on the speed dial, option 1." Danning's head snapped up, the light of understanding finally dawning. Ralph was not a very smart man, but he possessed a certain feral cunning. Staring at Gia, he knew he had just been had. With her mindless, machinegun chatter she had completely fooled him, and made sure that tonight at least, he wouldn't be able to give that cunt kid of his a lesson. He scowled as ferociously as he could, but Gia met his gaze unwaveringly. Eventually he dropped his eyes and looked away, and Gia knew she had won. "Goodnight, Mr. Danning," said Gia, as she strode out the door and down the sidewalk to meet her father. Danning turned around, but Becka was already gone, the sound of a door slamming coming from the back of the house. Danning muttered a curse, and then went to the kitchen to get a beer. * * * Phil Cameron breathed a sigh of relief as his youngest child walked out that door and calmly strode down the sidewalk to where he was parked. She never said a word as she climbed into the front seat, and as they drove off she never looked back. But as they rounded the corner out of sight of the old bungalow, she suddenly slumped in her seat with a sigh of pure relief. For a while Phil drove in silence, casting occasional glances at his daughter, giving her time to collect herself. After a few minutes, she turned to her father and said, simply, "Thank you, Daddy." Phil Grunted. "You're welcome. So, what was I supposed to be? A cop?" Gia giggled. "Narcotics detective, working out of Rampart. I'm sorry, Oso, but he was going to hurt Becka, and I couldn't get her to come home with me. So I told him you were my Uncle Steve, the cop, and I kept hinting that I was going to invite you in. Becka told me he deals drugs, so I was pretty sure he'd do anything to keep you from getting too close." Her father scowled, paternal instincts now firing. "Gia, this is getting too serious. If this guy is into drugs, I don't want you messing around with this, hear?" "Daddy, I don't want to mess around with this, either! But I'm not the one in danger, Becka is. This guy has got her so scared she can't even defend herself. She wasn't even in the same room with him, and she was shaking like a rabbit just from hearing his voice. She held onto my hand like she was drowning. Please, Oso, you've got to let me help her." Phil Cameron sighed. "I don't like it, Gia, but I guess you're right. If she's in that much danger, we've gotta get her out of there. Did you find out if the abuse is sexual, too?" "Yes, Oso," Gia replied, grimly. "She admitted it. And I think he lets his friends hurt her, too." Phil drove the rest of the way home in silence, but his mind was in a furious turn. The things Gia had told him made him sick just to think about, and his large, callused hands were clenching the steering wheel as if it was a neck. As Phil parked the car in the driveway in front of the rambling Cameron house, Gia suddenly remembered to ask him about his cell phone. "Daddy, is your cell phone on? I gave Becka mine, and told her to call me as soon as she could." "Yeah, It's always on, Sweetheart. Did you give her my number, or the house number?" "Neither, her Dad was standing right there. But I told her your number was the first one on my speed dial." "Hmmm. Are you sure she knows how to use it?" "What? Oh my god, no. Daddy, you're right, she's probably never even held a cell phone in her life. Daddy, I've got to call her, right now!" In another moment Gia was out of the car and racing up the steps that led to the house. Less than a minute later, Phil saw the light go on in his daughter's room. Phil flipped open his own cell phone, and started dialing a number from memory. If he and Gia were going to help this girl, they sure as hell weren't going to do it alone. "Hello?" "Becka? Oh God, Becka, I was so worried when I didn't hear from you right away! Are you alright?" "Gia, I'm sorry! I tried figuring this thing out, but I've never used one before. I was so scared that you wouldn't call." "No, Becka, I'm the one who should be sorry. It's my fault, I don't know why I didn't think to tell you how to use the damned thing. But are you all right? Has he hurt you?" "No, I'm okay. I've got the door locked, but I don't think he'd do anything tonight, anyway. You got him too worried about your 'Uncle Steve'. I think he's outside right now, burying his stash." Gia giggled, more from relief than from the picture of Ralph Danning frantically burying a suitcase full of drugs. Despite her brave words, she had been terrified that she had made the wrong decision about leaving the other girl there for the night. "Gia? Are you still there?" "Yeah, little girl, I'm here." "Thanks for letting me use your phone. This is so cool being able to talk to you. Will the batteries really last all night?" "Ummm, more like three and a half hours. But your Dad doesn't have to know that." "Oh. Well, then can you stay and talk to me until they do wear out? I'm still kind of trashed, I guess." "Yeah, of course I can. What do you want to talk about?" "Doesn't matter. I just like hearing your voice, that's all. Why don't you tell me about your old school?" Gia was glad to oblige. For the next hour and a half they talked about inconsequential things, mostly school and the people there, and played who-is-your-favorite-celebrity. By unspoken consent they avoided certain subjects. They never talked about their families, and they never talked about Becka's past. There were way too many emotional landmines there to risk it. At about eight o'clock Phil brought up a tray of dinner for Gia, who suddenly realized that Becka would have no way to get anything to eat that night, not if she was to stay locked in her room. But Becka assured her that this wasn't the first time she had skipped dinner to avoid him, and in fact she kept a small horde of food in her room for just this kind of problem. Actually there were only two candy bars squirreled away in her closet, but she didn't tell Gia that, she didn't want the other girl to worry. Still, Gia promised to bring her something for breakfast when she came to school the next morning. Eventually, the conversation came around to sex, with both girls fervently pledging their desire for one another. Before too long, and through 'the miracle of modern technology', two people miles apart ended up having simultaneous orgasms. With one hand pressing the receiver to their ear, and the other one busy on their breasts or between their legs, two lovers whispered instructions and encouragement across the distance. The novelty of the experience magnified their pleasure, and before the cell's batteries had run out, they managed to come together twice. Gia's dreams were haunted by her worry for her friend, but the worry wasn't necessary. Through her actions that day she had managed to give Becka one of the greatest presents she had ever received. For the first time in over six years, Becka Jackson felt safe in her own bed. (continued)