The Onset of A Panic Situation
Part
9
Jerry's mind whirled.
Too many people were talking at once...
you
can't kill her, jerry, she's our friend and she's joshua's
friend, Stevie wailed.
i know, stevie...
but
if we do this, we prove to ourselves that we can, Alan said.
killing
somebody isn't hard, alan, said Stevie.
it
is around here!
this
is pointless. kill the bitch and let's go, Julie
grumbled.
she's
been good to us!, Stevie insisted.
she's
been my friend... Jerry agreed.
who
gives a fuck...! Alan griped.
and
she tried to save your ass even when you were always mean to her. Jerry said.
so?
and
if we kill her, we kill naomi... added Stevie.
naomi... Alan said, sounding lost.
...and christine and joshua
and they're my friends, too.
kill
her already! Julie shouted.
i won't let you!
stevie, stay out of this. Jerry said.
i won't!!!
back
off, you little brat, or i'll kill you first, said
Julie.
you're
not touching shit on this kid, Jerry and Alan said simultaneously.
does
this mean we're on the same side? Jerry asked.
this
means no bitch tells me what to do, Alan replied simply.
then
let go of daina's neck!!! Stevie
scream hysterically.
oh,
damn!!!! Jerry and Alan exclaimed, fighting Julie for control while she
laughed hysterically...
Jerry woke up to Daina lying on his knees. He grabbed her up in his arms and
tried to see if she was breathing.
She wasn't.
"Daina! Oh, damn, Daina,
man, get up! Come on, man, don't be dead, please! I didn't mean it, come on,
Dain, please!!!" He shook her violently, then
slapped her in the face trying to revive her. "Don't make me use
CPR on your shit, bitch!"
Daina
stirred slightly, then looked up at him tiredly.
"Oh, sure," she said. "Just find any old way to whip up on my
shit, man..."
"Yesssss!" Jerry said, nearly forgetting she was
in his lap as he jumped up. He whirled her around, still holding her, then danced around ecstatically until he collapsed with her
on the sofa. "Damn, if I was straight, I'd kiss you!" he gasped.
"You made it back to Planet Earth, babe! You're alive!"
"You gotta stop doing this ecstatic jumping around thing with me
when I come back, dude," she said to him. "You're gonna
make me throw up on you."
"Well, I'm just so
glad to see you," he said, pinching her cheeks as if talking to a 4 year
old.
"Oh, sto-oooop!" she groaned, and he laughed. "So, I
take it you made it back safe, too," she replied, looking up at him to see
if he was really himself.
"I did," he
said, "and I brought Julie with me, sort of." Daina
frowned and he added. "Actually, since I couldn't really get rid of her, I
made her 3 years old so Stevie could be a good
influence on her."
"Stevie's okay, then?"
"And
Alan, too. He says to tell Naomi he's sorry he died on her." Jerry
replied.
"Hey, did you know
that she and he have been..." Daina asked.
Jerry shrugged.
"He's a 17-year-old ghost and he's straight; the crack of dawn ain't safe around the boy. If he wasn't hittin'
your skins, he had to be hittin' somebody's."
"I guess that's it,
then," Daina said. "Except for one
thing..."
"What?"
"Get the hell off
me; you're killing me all over again!"
Jerry looked down and
realized he had mostly collapsed on Daina, pinning
her to the couch. "I thought the couch felt a little bumpy," he
grinned, bouncing a little.
"Oh, fuck you
Jerry." she gasped, shoving him away. "Fuck you very much."