Today’s Brew: Water. I sweat out about 30 pounds of water weight at Ghetto Gym Zumba this morning.
by Kristen
Here’s the final installment of Sex and Soco. These girls didn’t get any classier in the last two weeks, so if you’re under eighteen, go away.
“Shouldn’t we go look for him?” I sat up and started to look for my clothes. So many times I wished he’d just go away, but now that he had, I felt guilty. I dragged him into this. Maybe Randa and I bruised his ego, but it wasn’t the first time. If had he stuck around, he would have got some action.
Although, I would have been stuck with him, and I had way more fun without him.
Still, I felt guilty.
“We have to smoke first!” Missy whined. I don’t think she missed Darren either.
“Best idea I’ve heard all night.” Bubba pulled the bag out of his back pocket and packed the pipe as we all got dressed. “Well, second best.”
We passed the pipe around, all inhaling deeply. I started to forget about Darren, the concept of going to find him fuzzy. I climbed back on the hood of the car, propping myself up on my elbow, watching the smoke swirl around my friends and the stars twinkling peacefully in the sky.
Then a cool breeze snaked around, giving me goosebumps. I looked around to see who touched me, but no one had. I was the only one of the car. I sat up, wincing at my sore cunt. Maybe it was the pot and the booze messing with me, but I didn’t like it.
“Something’s weird, you guys.” I wondered if anyone else felt anything too. The rest of the crowd seemed content in their pot induced haze. “Can we leave soon?”
“Why?” Randa looked disgusted.
“Something touched me.” I felt stupid saying it.
“You’re just fucked up, babe.” Bubba assured me. “But if you want someone to touch you, I don’t think anyone would mind.”
“No, no. Not like that. It was weird.”
“Oooh. Spirits.” Missy, topless since her shirt incinerated, chimed in.
“We shouldn’t fuck with this stuff. Can we leave, please?”
“Honey, who is gonna drive?” Bubba continued.”Everyone’s all fucked up. Relax. Just have fun, okay?”
“I’m trying.” I relaxed my posture a bit, but still felt edgy. “Darren’s still not back. We really need to find him. Can we at least do that?”
“Maybe he walked back to town.” Aaron offered.
“He’d never do that. He’s way too lazy.”
“Fine.” Randa rose, smoothing her skirt out. “We’ll go find the loser. Only he would get fucking lost and miss an orgy. What an idiot. Thank God we’ve got these guys now. I still think we should just leave his ass here, but I know you, you’ll feel guilty.”
Everyone else got up chose their drink of choice for our search. I didn’t want anything else. I just knew something was wrong. Randa was right, even though she was being a sarcastic bitch about it. I would feel terribly guilty if something happened to Darren.
I trailed behind the group, who saw our journey as a fun new adventure. Randa hopped up on Aaron’s back, her skirt riding up to her waist as he held her up by the legs. I cleaned up the mess a little bit, throwing empty bottles into the fire. I didn’t want to piss off these spirits anymore than we already had by littering. The old commercial with the crying Indian and the trash ran through my brain.
I heard voices behind me. Was someone else here?
I turned around to empty blackness, a slight breeze tickling my skin.
“Did anyone else hear that?”
“Oh my God, Lacey, you are so fucked up!” Missy laughed. “Don’t drink anymore, okay, hun?”
“It sounded like little kids.”
“Maybe they’re here for the Merry Go Round.”
“I’m glad everyone else thinks this is funny.” They were really starting to piss me off. “When we find Darren, I’m going to kill him.”
We ducked under the rusted metal gate that had begun to sag in the middle, careful not to get scraped by the weeds that strangled the poles. Once we were out of the beam of the headlights, the park fell pitch dark. We could see the decaying abandoned rides only because they were blacker than the night. Everyone in the group huddled together so we could see.
“So, do you girls always do this?” Aaron asked, breaking the ominous silence.
“Do what? Come here?” Randa asked.
“No. I mean, fuck like that. Out in the open.” He sounded a bit unsure. “I’ve never met girls like you before. I mean, I’d never met Lacey…it is Lacey, right?” I nodded. “And Jesus Christ, you were amazing. I never dared to dream about girls like you three.”
“Well, stick around, cowboy,” Missy giggled as usual. “There’s more where that came from.”
“The sisters are going to be porn stars, as soon as their old enough.” Bubba shared. “Lacey I think is going to be a rocket scientist.”
“Very funny.”
“Lighten up. Jesus. It was a compliment. You’re smarter than the blonde bombers, that’s all. They have no choice but to fuck for a living.”
Randa reached out and whacked him on the back of the head.
“Ow!” Missy cried out. “Fuck! FUCK!”
“What’s the matter?”
“I twisted my fucking ankle! I need to sit somewhere for a minute.”
Bubba and I each came up on either side of her, and helped her over to one of the broken down rides. She crossed her leg up, massaging her sore ankle.
“So what are we doing?” Randa asked, still on Aaron’s back. She slid down and worked her way in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her, swaying back and forth playfully. “What’s our plan to find fucking Darren?”
“I don’t know.”
Missy sat up straight, arching her back, pushing her breasts forward. She had a strange look on her face as she looked around her. She relaxed but didn’t seem satisfied with finding nothing. Not even a minute later she jumped up, covering her chest.
“Hey!” she exclaimed.
“What, Missy?” Randa sounded so annoyed.
“Something touched my titty.”
“And you’re complaining?”
“Well I don’t know what it was.” She protested, squirming. “I feel like there’s a hand on my pussy.”
“Shut up. You probably just have crabs.” Everyone laughed at Randa’s conclusion.
“Then you all have them!” The laughter died abruptly. Missy wriggled out of her shorts, letting them fall off her ankles. She kept squirming. “I feel like something is poking inside of me. Like fingers or something.”
“Maybe we found Darren.” Bubba suggested.
“You guys! I’m serious!” Missy howled, writhing like she tried to escape this invisible intruder. She fell roughly back on the rusty metal of the ride, and her arms flew up over her head, settling almost as if they were pinned together by the wrists. Her back arched violently. She bucked her hips and kicked her legs, trying to pull them together but didn’t seem to be able to. Her breathing quickened, and she moaned as if she really was being fucked.
“No! No! No!” She sounded as if she was on the verge of hysterics between moans and screams. We all looked at each other. Would she really go to this length for a joke?
After a few minutes, Missy fell still and silent except for some quiet sobs.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Randa asked.
“I think I just got raped.” Missy sobbed. “By a ghost.”
The guys tried to hold their snickers. All the hairs on my body stood at attention.
“Missy, you drunk bitch, you can’t hold your alcohol.” Randa scolded her. “Like you could ever get raped.”
“Fuck off, Randa!” Missy screamed as she gathered her shorts around her hips. “That was real. I wouldn’t fuck with that stuff. I want to go home. Get me out of here.”
“We need to find Darren.” I reminded her.
“Oh, fuck Darren! This is all his fault.” Missy continued to sniffle. “Someone has to carry me. My ankle is throbbing.”
Bubba offered to help her out, and she put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She looked defeated. Missy never had a bad day in her life. She’d never take a joke this far. It just wasn’t her style.
“I told you guys this place was fucked up.” The Ferris wheel rose into the sky like giant tentacles ready to swoop in and grab us. “I don’t even want to look for Darren anymore.”
“Oh no, we have to find him.” Randa insisted. “If we don’t, we’ll never hear the end of it. The whole town depends on him to pump their gas. We can’t let down the town, Lacey.”
“Something smells like death.” Bubba said.
“Don’t be an asshole, Bubba.” Missy whined. “I don’t smell.”
“No, you smell good, but do you guys smell that? It’s like burning garbage or something.”
“There’s a bunch of hillbillies out here. They probably do burn their garbage.” Aaron added.
“Are we going to be able to find our way back to the cars?” I wanted to make a run for it.
“Yeah, it basically goes in a big circle. And we left the lights on. It shouldn’t be too bad.” Aaron assured me.
“I see light ahead. Are we already back at the cars?”
“We shouldn’t be, we’ve pretty much walked in a straight line.”
“Maybe we doubled back after Missy fucked the ghost.”
“Shut up, Randa!”
A thick stench hung in the air. Fog, or maybe smoke, became hazier as we walked towards the brightness. Someone had definitely set a fire. Great, just what we needed to do was come face to face with some crazy gun toting hillbilly in the middle of the night, drunk, high, and half naked.
“Should we turn around you guys? I don’t want to get shot.”
“No one will shoot us. My relatives live out here.” Aaron assured. “Fuck!”
Randa screamed as the two of them tumbled into the dirt. “What the fuck, Aaron!”
“Sorry! I tripped.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Randa dissolved into screams.
“What? What?” All of us crowded around, but quickly it came apparent what was making her scream.
Darren’s head lay on its side in the grass, detached from his body, a dull expression on his dead face. The top of his head gleamed red, missing the long fuzzy hair that had been there before the scalping.
I stood frozen, staring at the decapitated head, not quite registering what I saw. Randa couldn’t stop screaming. Missy sobbed against Bubba’s shoulder. Aaron puked up all his beer, dangerously close to Darren’s head.
“Where’s the rest of him?” Aaron’s voice was weak after retching.
We all looked towards the fire, then back at each other, all sober now. No one wanted to get closer, but we knew we had to. Maybe twenty paces separated us from the tower that in better days measured the strength of men who sent the weight flying up it. Now it was a makeshift totem pole, choked by weeds, smoke, and the rest of Darren’s denim clad body held up by rope as it melted into the fire.
“What the fuck?” Bubba said to no one. We all thought the same thing, although no one else could form the words.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Tears strangled Randa’s voice as we turned around and made a run back to the cars.
“What are we going to do?” I asked everyone. “My mom saw him with us. He lives with his parents, you guys. They probably know he was with us, too. As soon as the Fillup opens, people are going to know he’s missing. And they’re going to blame us!”
“We tell them the truth,” Bubba suggested. “He took off. We thought he went home.”
“Anyone who knows Darren knows he wouldn’t walk home from here! We’re miles out of town.” I hissed.
“We’re all going to jail.” Missy sobbed. “Because of stupid Darren.”
Randa frantically moved around our fire, which had died down considerably in our absence, throwing any remaining trash on the flames. “We have to get rid of all the evidence. But how? I’ve never been involved in a murder before, you guys! Oh God, Darren, I can’t believe you got us into this mess.”
“We could set the place on fire, maybe?” Aaron offered.
“How? Everything’s detached.” Randa was still hysterical. “We need to clean up any evidence of us being here and go somewhere else. Someplace people will see us. We need an alibi.”
“We need to get arrested or something, so the police know where we were. Everyone else in this town is so stupid they’d fuck it up for us.” I whined.
“Should I call Robbie?” Missy asked, not helping with cleanup on account of her sore ankle.
“NO!” We all yelled at her. “We need him to come on his own.”
“Oh, he never does that. I need to slap him across the face and tell him he’s a dirty boy.” Missy shook her head. “Oh, find us on his own. Never mind.”
“We can go back to my house.” Bubba announced. “I’ll invite some of the guys over, they’ll love you girls. We’ll put on some loud music, drink some more. My neighbors suck. They’ll call the cops for sure.”
I looked at my phone. Ten o’clock. “Well we need to get on this, guys, my curfew is midnight.”
Once we kicked the debris of the fire, scattering it so it didn’t look fresh, we felt confident enough to leave the park and start the night fresh, without Darren or any of the spirits we left behind.
