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Hey, Sephy!
"Mother?" I asked.
I'm gonna go grab a soda and some dinosaur embryos.
Want something?
"No, Nedry, sit down. And never watch that
movie again."
Movie?
"Are we allowed to leave the car?" Aeris
asked me. As if I knew. We looked around at the steel insides of the giant ship
our car was being ferried on. There were only a couple other cars, but one car
looked incredibly familiar. It was red and-
Red's not a car, he's a dog. Or a camel. Or
something.
"Hey, is that the buggy?" Aeris asked. Of
course it was. I really wondered who would be driving it. I knew it would be
someone I knew, but I don't think I wanted to know.
You make my brain hurt, Sephy.
"That's Edwardo," I said. "He's
chewing on your brain again."
So THAT'S why I didn't know math!
"Yeah, that or you don't know what math
is."
"I'm gonna find out who it is," Aeris said.
Before I could object, she got out of the car and headed over to the buggy. I
watched in horror as she approached the buggy and knocked on the window. I
didn't have a good view of the window, but when it rolled down I saw a giant
puff of smoke come out the window, right in Aeris's face. I already knew who was
driving, I just didn't know why.
Aeris waved the smoke out of her face and headed back
to her car. She pulled in next to me and snuggled up to my arm.
Hee. Sephy. You just used the word 'snuggled.' How
cute.
"So what's Cid up to?" I asked Aeris
while she used my arm for a pillow and seemed to be trying to get some rest on
what would probably be a long trip to Costa Del Sol #2. When I looked down at
her, I noticed that I was still wearing my useless seatbelt. I clicked it open
and stretched out a bit further. I pulled my arm away from Aeris and let her
lean against my body and I put my arms up on the top of the seats. If she was
allowed to relax, then so was I.
"Hmm?" Aeris mumbled as she processed my
question from before. Then she blinked a couple times and opened her eyes to
look up at me. "Wait, Cid? Why would you bring up him?"
I soon learned that I should avoid making assumptions
from this point on. Only a few moments later, the door of the buggy opened and a
very short pair of legs with giant brown shoes stuck out the side. Marlene
hopped out of the buggy and headed toward our car, occasionally taking a drag on
a cigarette she'd somehow managed to procure. The scary part about all of it
wasn't that she was smoking. In fact, I didn't even mind the fact that she
looked like she'd been doing it for years. No, the scary part of this whole
situation was that she was coming into our car. Despite my attempts to reach the
automatic door locks over Aeris, Marlene opened the passenger's door and looked
in. She blew a cloud of smoke into the air and winked at me. It was the scariest
wink I'd ever seen in my life.
"Yo, Sephy-baby," Marlene said. "Lookin'
for a good time?"
"No, please leave," I said.
Marlene looked at Aeris, who was starting to get
comfortable next to me again and had started to doze off. She even pulled my arm
down and draped it across her body as if my arm was a security blanket. My hand
was placed on a place on Aeris that I won't mention. I'm pretty sure she did it
on purpose, but if not, I wasn't going to correct her. And it was moments like
this that made me question the past. Times like this I really start to wonder if
this was the same girl I stabbed through the stomach during her moment of prayer
and vulnerability way back when.
"Well I can see you've already got some good stuff
goin' on," Marlene said. "Lookin' to make it a threesie?" She
took another drag on her cigarette.
"Threesie?" I asked, but quickly decided not
to ask. "What's with the cigarette?"
For some reason, she took this as an invitation. She
dropped her cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, then hopped into the car
and snuggled up to my other side. And now, it has gone from kinda sexy to
incredibly weird in no time flat. Then once I started to lose focus, I noticed
that Mother had been talking and singing to me for a long time, but I had
completely tuned her out.
My bologna has a first name, it's E-A-T M-E
My bologna has a second name it's B-I-T-C-H
Oh Sephy! You're paying attention to me again! So tell
me. Now that you're feeling up two girls that are younger than you, which one of
them has a nicer-
"I'm not touching Marlene," I said aloud
to Mother. I know that Marlene wanted me to do exactly that, but I was holding
strong, despite her best efforts. She was completely sideways, almost suspended
in mid-air as she pulled vigorously at my arm that rested on the seat behind
her.
"What's with the smoking thing, Marlene?" I
asked.
"I....need.... to be... cool," Marlene said
between strains as she pulled on my arm with all her strength. "Besides...
smoking... will make me.... thin! Then.... all the boys.... will rape me."
"You mean the boys will like you?" I asked.
She gave up on my arm and just lie down with her head
face down in my crotch. I pulled her away as quickly as I could, but this was
her plan the whole time I think. She grabbed onto my arm and grappled with it.
Her arms wrapped around my forearm and her legs wrapped around my wrist. I
couldn't pull away, so I gave in and she snuggled up to me similar to how Aeris
had done. I still made sure that my hand was in no way touching Marlene.
"The boys ALREADY like me!" Marlene barked.
"I want them to rape me!"
"Really. Then what's rape, Marlene?" I asked.
The moment the words escaped my mouth I regretted saying them. I wished more
than anything that I could take them back. I didn't want a four-year old to
actually say the words, but then something surprised me.
"Don't YOU know?" Marlene said. "Duh!
Rape is where boys look at you and say 'Wow, look at her! She's hella fine! On a
scale of 1-10, I'd give her a 10!"
"That's not r-" I thought about my words
before finishing my sentence, but it was too late.
"That's not rape? Then what is it?"
"I think you meant 'rate.'" I said.
"Okay, then what IS rape?" Marlene asked.
She'd cornered me. Still, I knew the way out of this type of situation. All
little kids will use this technique, so I employed the common counter-technique.
"Ask your father," I said.
I think Marlene had just realized that rape is
something dirty, so she jumped up and ran out of the car as fast as she could
and headed for the buggy. Only a couple moments later, I saw a big black fist
shoot out the buggy window, and Barret promptly gave me the finger.
So what is rape, Sephy?
"Ask Edwardo." |
