TUESDAY


"…if you act now you'll get a free…"

You groggily grab the remote to shut off the incessant noise of the Ground Zero commercial on the TV screen.

You grab your phone to check the time and see that once again you've slept through the morning as usual. You also see that Bobby tried to call you, but you're still not in the mood to call him back. Though if you don't secure a place to live you might not have a choice. Still as far as you know the offer to live at Julie's is still good, you're just not sure about how well that's going to go over now.

While you're trying to ponder your next move, you get a call. It's Donna again. Might as well get this over with.

"Donna, this better be good, because you're not exactly my favorite person right now." You say answering the phone.
"Whoa! Hold on Suzy! Don't hang up!" Donna exclaims.
"Say what you got to say."
"Okay, look first of all I'm sorry about what you had to go through. I know that had to suck for you. I shouldn't have convinced you to run anyway. It's obvious now that was a stupid plan in the first place since I didn't even have anything in the car. (Sigh) Last night when I was sleeping on a beer soaked couch in a trailer hiding out from the cops I sort of had a revelation of how my choices in life had lead me to that point. I also sort of realized that if I probably continue on this path it's only going to get worse."

That's rather philosophical of your sister, and it's enough to keep your attention.

"So I've decided that I need to do something with my life and make it better, so I got a job." Donna says.
"A job? How the hell did you get a job so quick? Doing what?" you ask.
"I'm going to be a stripper at Kitty City! The owner was offering me a job yesterday and I already was getting tips from guys who mistook me for one of the strippers here anyway. So I figured why not? In fact I'm on break right now."

Why are you not surprised?

Donna continues before you can even speak again.

"Now before you judge, starting a new life takes money and let's face it, I don't have exactly many useful skills that are going to earn me a lot of cash in a quick amount of time. I figure I can earn enough to save and figure things out as I go."
"Hm, well that's great and all, but why are you telling me all this?" you ask.
"Because this is my new start and like I said I feel bad about convincing you to go along with my plan yesterday. Besides, don't you still need a place to stay? You can come live with me!"
"I thought I was already going to do that by moving in to Julie's."
"Nah, I'm not going back to Julie's. Too much temptation to go back to my old ways there. I'm moving into one of the trailers at the trailer park."
"Wait. You just started working as a stripper. How the hell did you manage to get a trailer already?"
"I secured one after…um talking with the park owner this morning. Look, that's not really important right now. What is important is I got a deal on a fairly good one and it's big enough for two of us. It might be a little rough going at first, but I anticipate after a few weeks of teasing these degenerates here, we'll be living fairly comfortably, if not in the lap of luxury."
"I dunno. While I'm still pissed about yesterday, it does mean a lot that you're making this pretty generous offer. I don't know about living in a trailer park though. I mean aren't you worried about the kind of people there? In fact I can imagine a lot of the type that Kelly associates with come from there, do you really think its safe?"
"Safe as opposed to what? Growing up in our household? We had a fucking paranoid psychotic older brother, a sadistic bullying older sister and at one point a goddamn SERIAL KILLER uncle living in our house. At least the hostile rednecks around here won't be living under our roof! Besides, it really isn't as bad as you hear."

You find that a little hard to believe considering you've heard more than enough stories about the trailer park outside of town. Donna might not think its bad, just because she was living there overnight.

"I just don't know Donna. I mean I wasn't exactly looking forward to dealing with the non-stop partying at Julie's, but I'd at least feel a little safer there than I would at the trailer park."
"Huh, don't be so sure of that. Julie pretty much has gotten to the point where she has an open door policy to let any creepy weirdo that walks in off the street in the house. It's actually amazing someone like Uncle Ed hasn't come in and killed us all. Are you heading over there sometime today?"
"Well if I can secure a ride over there I will."
"Okay, well if you do get over there could you let Julie know that I'm moving out? She's still not answering her phone. I'm going to have to make arrangements to get my bigger things, but maybe you could help me get some of my smaller items when I get over there tonight?"
"Well, I suppose I could." You say.
"Great. I knew I could count on your Suzy. (Sigh) You really are the good one in the family sis. It's so unfair that life hasn't been better to you. Once again I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. It's nearly time for me to go out there and shake my ass again so I gotta go. Just…think about what I said okay? If you change your mind about your future living arrangements just come with Tina and me when we go over to Julie's tonight, or I guess if you're really feeling adventurous you could always go over to the trailer park yourself. Just go to the owner's trailer with the big signs around it and mention my name and he'll let you in my new place. He's sort of letch, but he's old so he mostly confines it staring and making the occasional comment. Don't worry about it."

After another sincere apology about yesterday, Donna finally hangs up leaving you now with a new option.

Donna seems to be genuinely trying to change her life in her own way. You almost can't believe it was Donna on the phone at all. Maybe some sort of pod person replaced her.

She also seems to be really making an effort to make things up to you, which is surprising as well. It's always a rarity in your family when you actually try to help each other out.

Still, you're not sure about this whole living in a trailer park business for several reasons, but you suppose you could give it a little thought at least. In any case, you need to get a ride to wherever it is you're going to be heading to and that means seeing if your brother Peter is going to be just as accommodating as your sister currently is.

You head upstairs and knock on the door to the garage.

"Hey, um Peter? You busy?"

You don't get an answer right away, but eventually you do after more knocking.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on!" Peter says before answering the door. He's only peaking his head out, so it's very likely he's naked.

"Um, sorry to interrupt whatever it is you're doing, but I need a ride to my new place."
"I thought you moved out yesterday."
"Yeah, there was a slight hiccup in the plan yesterday. Anyway, can you give me a ride over to my new place?"
"(Sigh) I'm kinda in the middle of recording something. I'm assuming you're going to Julie's?"
"Yeah…I think." You say.
"You think? You don't know if you're going to live over at Julie's place or not?"
"Well…Donna got a new place of her own and I'm still not sure if I should just move in with her yet."
"Donna got a new…look you know what? I don't give a shit about any of this." Peter says and then closes the door.

You think that's the end of it, but he opens it up again, but this time only his hand with some keys in it are coming out.

"I'm not your personal taxi service. Here, take my car and return it tomorrow or at least by Thursday. Now don't disturb me again!"

You take the keys and Peter slams the door. This is probably the most helpful he's been in…well ever.

You go back and repack some of your bags and drag them to Peter's car. After loading everything up in the backseat you pull out of the drive way and wonder which way you should go.

You drive to the trailer park

Well Donna would know better than you how fucked up it is at Julie's house. You don't particularly care for the idea of her just leaving her doors open for any potential nutjob to come in. You'd at least have some more control over that, if you lived in the trailer with Donna who will probably be gone most of the time anyway.

And perhaps Donna's observations of the trailer park are correct; maybe it isn't as bad there as you've always believed.

A few minutes of driving to your destination and you're sure of one thing being pretty bad, the roads! Once again there are cops everywhere, but also ambulances and fire trucks racing to their various destinations too. Fortunately it seems to thin out as you leave town. Maybe this was a better idea after all.

You soon reach the trailer park, but you pull up near the entrance rather than inside it. You don't know which trailer she lives in, so you figure the owner knows and you imagine he lives in the trailer up front with the signs on it saying "Inquire about trailers here."

You get out of the car and go knock on the door.

"Goddamnit stop fucking knockin'. I'm comin'!" you hear an old crotchety voice shout.

The door opens up and your eyes are "greeted" by the sight of a little old man wearing nothing but an open robe and boxer shorts. His body is wizened and wrinkled and he obviously has no modesty at all.

"What the hell you want blondie? This ain't a fuckin' whorehouse." He exclaims.
"Uh, my sister Donna got a trailer from you the other day, I was just wondering where it was." You ask.

The old guy looks you up and down, squinting the entire time.

"I don't know nuthin' about no girl named Donna. All I do know is some whore yesterday sucked me off as down payment for a trailer. I don't normally trade property fer pussy, but goddamn if that girl wasn't lying about giving the best head ever…"

While you sort of had an inkling of how Donna got a trailer so quickly, you didn't really need to know the gruesome details. And now after seeing who she serviced to get it…you just want to change the subject.

"Okay, anyway which trailer does she live in?" you ask.
"She lives in the trailer at the far end of the park. Now unless you gonna rent a trailer wit money or yer lips too, get the hell outta my face an don't bother me!" the old man shouts.

As you leave the old bastard he slams his door shut. You get back in the car and drive into the park.

The first thing you notice that you didn't expect is how quiet the place is. You were expecting a lot more drama going on like on a bad daytime talk show, but you get none of that. You don't even see anyone really around.

Eventually you approach the far end of the park, and there you see a trailer, which seems to stand out near a large open field. You're guessing this one is it.

You park and approach the trailer and when you try the door that when you realize that you don't have a key for this place. Donna apparently didn't develop the bad habits of Julie either since the door is firmly locked.

"Damn. (Sigh)" you say to yourself realizing that your choice is either wait all day in your vehicle, or maybe go back to to the manager who might have a spare key, though you'd rather not deal with him again.

"Hey darlin' never seen you before here! My name's Jed!" a voice says.

You turn around and see a lanky redneck who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh. Hey." You say.
"Hmm, you sure are beautiful. Yer even prettier than that girl that just moved in this trailer. You a friend of hers?"
"Sister actually. Does the manager have spare keys to the trailers?" you ask.
"That mean old bastard? Yeah, but if you need that open, you don't need to go all the way back to him, here I can open it."

Jed walks past you and pulls out some sort of tool and starts fiddling with the lock.

"Hey, wait a minute, are you picking the lock?" you ask.
"Well I ain't ticklin' it honey. Letssee…yeah…easier than breakin a virgin." Jed says as the door easily opens for him with a click.

"There you go sweetheart. So said that girl livin' here now is yer sister? Guess good breedin' runs in yer family."
"Uh…yeah guess so. Thanks, but I really want to just get all my stuff in and rest." You say and turn to your car and there you see a huge man just staring at you like a gargoyle. It actually startles you, which Jed notices.

"Oh don't be afraid of him honey, that's just my brother Hugo. He's dumber than a bag of rocks, but he's strong as hell. In fact he can carry yer bags in for ya."

At this point Jed is getting uncomfortably close to you as he speaks and you're starting to feel on edge with these two.

"Look I thank you both for your help, but I really would like to be alone please." You say firmly.

Jed looks at his brother then at you.

"Whatever you say honey. Let's go Hugo." Jed says and the pair of them slowly leave and eventually disappear behind another trailer.

No longer being gawked at by the locals, you grab your bags from the car and haul them into the trailer.

When you get inside, you see that it isn't that bad. It's definitely cheap looking, but it's serviceable. You drop your bags by the sofa and quickly check the other areas like the bathroom and what you guess is a bedroom where Donna will sleep.

Just as you're turning around to check the kitchen at the other end, the door opens up and your heart sinks when you see Jed entering with what looks to be duct tape. He looks at you and a deranged smile is across his face.

"Now I already know what's goin' through yer head blondie, cause I've done this a million times. Yer first instinct is gonna be to scream and make a fuss. Well lemme tell ya right now. Ain't nobody gonna help yah. Most of 'em are at the carnival, an the few that ain't are either still passed out or ain't gonna give a shit. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.

Despite Jed's warnings, you do the opposite of what he says and scream as loud as you can anyway, while running back into the bedroom in an attempt to look for anything to defend yourself. Jed wastes no time in following.

Unfortunately there isn't anything in the bedroom for you to immediately use since Donna doesn't have any of her stuff here. You attempt to pick up the trailer's TV in desperation, but Jed grabs you and throws you to the bed.

You struggle, but it's no use. Jed is a dedicated murdering rapist with a mean streak a mile wide. After giving you a few punches to the face, you start to drift in and out of consciousness.

"HUGO! HUGO! You can stop watchin' the fuckin' door and gimme a hand over here with this bitch. I reckon we both got time to have some fun with this one before handing her over to ol' doc." Jed exclaims while ripping your clothes off.

"See Hugo? Told ya sticking around here would be better than the carnival."

In your haze, you feel the violations at first. Pain, humiliation and anguish are all abundant at first, but then you go numb and then nothing when you pass out altogether.

During your state of unconsciousness you have a brief dream of when you were much younger. When your mother was still alive and she was praising you about how good you are and how she anticipates great things in your future. It's more of a distant memory than a dream in fact though in any event, it's a nice "escape" from your horrible reality.

When you wake up, you're groggy, naked, incredibly sore and firmly strapped to a medical gurney of some sort. You also have a ball gag in your mouth. The room you're in looks to be some sort of basement with a bright light hanging overhead.

The stench of chemicals fills the air and to your left in a darker corner of the room you see a man in a doctor's coat hovering over another gurney with a body on it.

Naturally in such a state you start to panic and ineffectively struggle to get free. The "doctor" hears you and walks over to you.

"Oh, you're up. I'll have to give you more sedative. When Jed and Hugo brought you in, you weren't in the best condition, though I'm glad they showed a little more restraint than usual."

As you continue to try to struggle and make muted sounds to cry out, the doctor begins fondling you and moving his hands to roam all over your body.

"Mmmm, nice. Though I appreciate a pretty face and I get the impression yours would've been a lot prettier had they not beat you up so much. Not to mention they both completely wrecked your rectum…I swear what the hell is it with rednecks and their pre-occupation for ass rape? Anyway, if I had the time, I'd probably still shove it in your vertical smile for a while, but sadly I don't."

The doctor goes over to a tray and grabs some sort of syringe he fully intends on use on you and you've gone from mere panic to sheer terror.

"Really, you're luckier than most that come through here. Normally I keep 'em awake when I do my work, but I need you unconscious to take out those pretty eyes and other vital organs of yours. Wouldn't want you thrashing about or blinking to cause me to cut them all up and making them useless."

You watch helplessly as the needle goes into your arm. The tears run down your cheeks.

"There we go. Won't be long now. (Sigh) I swear it seems like I never get to enjoy my work any more though. I really would've liked to have fun with you. Oh well, I've got some other things to still look forward to."

You drift into unconsciousness again and your life ends where you ironically spent most of your time.

A basement.