Within an hour the police arrived then ten minutes later the FBI. An agent named Sampson or is it Simpson said I needed to come with him. They separated us for our protection. As I left I saw paramedics working on Zander. I also saw Lynda lying there with her eyes open and head twisted at a bad angle with her clothes torn off. The agent said, “your parents will meet us soon. Right now, we are going to a special safe house.” I barely heard him and what I did hear made me think of some dirty rundown place filled with roaches.
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I got to this big looking warehouse of a place. I thought that a rat and roach filled house sounded pretty good right now. Inside the building looked like a 5-star hotel with marble and crystal chandeliers. It was like that scene from one of the bad Matrix sequels where they walked into a marble foyer from out of nowhere. Agent whatever his name is went to speak to a guy near the check-in desk. They seemed friendly. Maybe that was his boyfriend? They both came over to me. Agent FBI guy said, “this is Bob Coleman he will be reasonable for your security for now.” This Bob guy put his hand on the agent’s shoulder and said, “don’t worry we are the best at what we do.” The Agent looked at the hand on his shoulder and brushed it off like it was a bug or something. So, no not his boyfriend.
Bob and I went to an elevator. On the way, he said that someone would be around with some clothing I could change into. I looked down and saw the blood. I was covered in blood. How did I not notice that? I gagged but I was able to keep it in. Bob was maybe thirty. He kind of reminded me of Zander except he was old. He said, “you and your family when they arrive will have the whole floor to yourselves”. My thoughts went to Zander. I said, “I need to find out about Zander.” Bob said, “we will let you know as soon as we hear from Agent Samsonite. He said he would call soon.” I said, “so not friendly with agent Simpson then?” He laughed and said, “no not really and its actually Sampson.” Bob hesitated then said, “I am dating his niece ok, living with his niece.”
Beyond the elevator door was a security door. A thick metal door with a key pad. We went beyond the door to what looked like a typical hotel hallway. I asked, “what does she look like?” He said, “well a little like Kristen Stewart with short hair. Kind of like you might look like in five or eight years.” I wanted to get pissed. I would never cheat on R-Pattz. Then I thought about it and said, “that would make her 21 you perv.” He said, “no, she’s nineteen and I am twenty-nine.” I didn’t say another word. Perv.
In the room, I took a very long hot shower. The bathroom had one of those spy showers with about a thousand shower heads. Afterwards I put on a pair of silk pajamas and a robe I found in a closet. I balled up my clothes and tossed them out the door. When I looked back outside of the room after my two-hour shower they were gone. I went to the television and turned it on looking for news. The news was both horrible and dead wrong.
The news person spoke of a gang fight at an illegal rave ending with forty people dead. They alleged that the gang went in to stop another gang selling drugs to the underage delinquents. Is there an age for illegal drugs? Nothing about the Nazi rape squad or well ok I can see why they are going with that story even if it is wrong. I mean really who would believe in a Hitler worshiping Nazi rape cult. I looked around and found no phone. My phone was still in Zander’s car in my purse. Oh shit, my purse was back at the crappy prom.
On the remote for the television there was a button marked room service. I pressed the button. On the screen was a woman in a chef’s outfit. She said, “Yes, miss William may we make something for you tonight?” It was a live feed with the kitchen. They use some sort of Skype for ordering food. I said, “I could use something to calm myself down.” She TV person said, “we could send you a doctor if.” I interrupted her by saying, “no, sorry just maybe some ice-cream or something.” She asked, “what flavor?” I replied, “what you got?” she said, “don’t worry about that name it and we will get it for you.”
Twenty minutes later I had an ice-cream Sunday made with coffee mocha-chip ice-cream, dark chocolate sauce and crushed wafer cones crumbles on top. I sat and watched the news people dig a deeper hole. It wouldn’t surprise me if my morning the news was blaming former president Obama for this. I finished the ice-cream and went to sleep. When I woke up my mom and dad were in the bed with me on either side. I wasn’t sure if they knew I was awake when my dad said, “you are never going to another party again.”
Zander had four fractured ribs, a punctured lung, 9 broken bones in his hands and a broken knee cap. They said he might not ever play sports again. These people don’t know Zander. While I was sleeping a woman delivered some clothing for me. A pair of skinny jeans. A retro tee that said on the front Make 7 and printed on the back, Up Yours. A pair of black retro converse high-tops along with the basics. Somehow this person knew me without meeting me. Mom just shook her head. Dad turned his head like a dog then laughed at the shirt. He gets me.
Dad had gone to the lame prom after the news broke that night. He found my purse at the check-in. At first, they were not going to give him the purse but my dad the lawyer knows what to say to peons. He handed it to my mom who opened it. She found a strip of condoms and one empty condom wrapper. She turned to me and said, “I think we need to have a little talk. what do you think.” I wanted to say yes, we need to talk about privacy and boundaries but instead I went past her to my phone. My phone was dead. So, I went into the living room. Dad had the news on and holy shit they had corrected the story from last night and were telling what really happened. from behind me mom said, “this isn’t over by a long shot.” On the screen was a picture of Tina as well as a woman named Ester Whitey. Yes, a Nazi occultist named Whitey. The picture was of the woman we knew as Raging Lib. She used the persona to get the gig at the party and set us up.
The news spoke about the after-prom party was a trap set by a Nazi death cult. They still don’t know about the connection between the pool party and the after-prom. If I remember right Tina wasn’t mentioned by the FBI or police during the pool party incident. As I watched my phone rang. Not a text or IM, it rang. I answered and the voice on the other side was Tina. She said, “hello bestie. Sorry I missed you last night.” I said, “give it up bitch you got nowhere to go.” She replied, “well if you want you could come and get us.” After a very long pause she said, “Tammy and I are at the pool just wanting to relive old times.” As she said this a picture of Tammy came up on the television screen saying she had been forced out of her house at gunpoint. The kidnappers killed her parents and two younger sisters. Tina said, “if you want Tammy to see graduation then come to the pool alone. Bye now.” She hung up. I had to get out of the supper secret heavily guarded hotel.
These are short stories I wrote. Some are connected to the larger books I am working on others are just for the fun of story telling.
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