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Remix, Chapter 11: Coda
By Brevdravis
James inhaled deeply as she broke the surface of the water. The
hotel pool that she was in was large enough to make underwater swimming
fun. It had been one of her favourite things to do as a young man, and
as a woman it had lost none of its charm. She made a mental note to
take scuba diving lessons this time through. It had been something that
she had always planned on, but had never found the time before.
She rolled backwards, floating on her back. The tiled ceiling of
the roof was a fairly nice view, and gave her time to reflect. After
two days of being stuck in a car with Randall, she was ecstatic to have
some time to herself. Northern Oregon wasn't perfect, but at least they
had a nice hotel.
One day until rush. That's what she had to keep reminding
herself. It wasn't something she was particularly looking forward to,
since her last experience with it had been a total disaster. Of course,
she had only been a dweeby guy back then.
She glanced down at her body, encased in the dark blue bikini.
For the first time, she had decided to throw caution to the wind and
try wearing it alone. It was fairly late at night after all, and the
pool was pretty much deserted. It was an indoor pool, to boot.
She stretched an arm over her head, beginning a leisurely
backstroke. The water was a nice cool temperature, which was a welcome
relief from the heat of the day. During the car ride up, she had sat in
the cargo area of the station wagon, since it was the only place in the
car where she could stretch her legs out fully. Anne had protested only
feebly, but relented when she noted exactly how long the ride would be.
Reaching the far side of the pool, James flipped her legs over
her head to push off. The increase in speed and the shift in direction
was fun, and she shifted to a rapid paced freestyle. Arm over arm she
swam for a few meters, before dipping her head below the water and
changing to a breast stroke. Her feet fluttered wildly as she aimed for
the bottom of the pool, and then glided over it, her eyes wide and
scanning. She couldn't see too far, since she wasn't wearing goggles,
but the experience of being underwater was always a pleasant one.
Finally reaching the end of her breath, James pushed off the
bottom of the pool heading for the surface. Her head broke the water
again, and she breathed the sweet air. She wiped a few loose strands of
hair out of her face as she treaded water towards the small ladder out
of the pool. She ascended, water dripping from everywhere.
Two days on the road. Sharing a room with Elaine hadn't been too
bad, with the only exception being that she had insisted on putting on
MTV almost the entire night. At least they were still playing music
videos occasionally. James was positive that she would have gone insane
on a steady diet of reality TV. Randall had been quiet too. She wasn't
sure why, but he had merely concentrated on the road, and left the
talking to Anne and Elaine. It was a welcome relief since it had given
her time to read.
Rush. James' thoughts returned to it as she settled herself into
the small hot tub at one end of the pool. It was nice, the jets
massaging her skin deliciously. Now this was something she remembered
liking as a guy. It was nice to see that at least one thing hadn't
changed. She closed her eyes and thought about why Anne was insisting
on rush.
Anne had never been in a sorority, and so had obviously totally
gone for the propaganda that they were a nice, safe, structured
environment. James knew differently from her earlier college
experience, but no matter how she had cajoled her mother, she would
hear nothing of it. In James' experience, the sororities at U of I were
nothing more than dating services for the fraternities. Since
sororities weren't allowed to have co-ed parties with alcohol, guess
where all the sorority girls had generally spent their weekends. With
over fifteen fraternities, and only nine sororities there was never a
shortage of parties.
Safety. Anne was a tad naive sometimes, since her own college
experience had been spent camping. It was the sixties, James reminded
herself, and there was a war on. Sororities had probably represented a
kind of ivory tower to her mother. How times had changed.
"Hey, this seat taken?" Randall's voice cut through the internal
monologue that James had been enjoying. She opened her eyes to see her
stepfather standing next to the hot tub, dressed in nothing more than a
Speedo. She didn't know how long he had been standing there, but
judging from the way he held a towel in front of his crotch, he had
been staring at her for a while.
"Nope." James replied with a sweet smile, and as Randall grinned
back and entered the tub, she stood. "And neither is this one."
"Hey, wait up Maggie!" Randall spoke gently, with a tone that
James recognised from when he was putting "the moves" on her mother.
Her skin crawled with the realization that Randall was about to make a
pass at her. Involuntarily, her eyes flicked to the crotch of his
Speedo, which was now visible. The bulge that was present was larger
than it should have been.
"Good night, Randall." James stated, placing one foot on the
outside of the tub. Randall ignored her comment and sunk into the tub.
She turned and was about to leave when she felt his hand encircle the
ankle that still remained inside.
"You look so much like your mother." Randall's voice oozed. He
wasn't pulling, but his touch caused James' stomach to roil.
"Let go of me, Randall." James demanded. She put as much force as
she could behind the statement.
"Stop playing, Maggie. It's no big deal. You like guys now. It
doesn't make you a fag or anything." The hand on her ankle pulled,
trying to get her to return to the tub. James shook her foot, trying to
dislodge his hand.
"Randall, you either let me go right now or I'm gonna hit you."
James turned, not an easy feat with Randall holding her leg. Randall's
expression was one of pure lust as his eyes roamed over her body. James
knew this was the first time that he had seen this much of her, and she
desperately wanted to go and put on some clothes.
"C'mon, sit down. Let's talk." Randall grinned, oblivious to her
statement. His free hand came up to slide along her calf. There was a
slight tingle in the way he touched her, but the feeling was overcome
by another much stronger feeling of nausea. The man was at least thirty
five! What in the hell did he think he was doing?
He's thinking with his dick. James reminded herself. He probably
had thought that if he could just get you alone you would melt into his
arms. James grasped the nearby handrail and steadied herself. Right
now, he's not thinking about trying to get you in bed, to his mind
you're already in bed and this is foreplay!
"Last chance. Let... Me... Go... NOW!" James summoned every bit
of strength her voice possessed. For an instant, Randall looked
concerned, before his expression turned again to that same leer.
"So serious..." Randall snickered, pulling on her foot again,
this time with more strength. "You sure would've made a great actress,
Maggie. You almost convinced me."
James took a deep breath and yanked her secured foot backwards,
at the same time vaulting upwards on the handrail. Her free foot lashed
out, smashing directly into Randall's face. His head snapped backwards
and he fell back into the tub with a loud splash. As he did so, James
lost his grip on the slippery handrail, and fell to the hard cement
floor. She was momentarily stunned by the impact, but rapidly pulled
herself to her feet and shuffled away from the tub on all fours. She
looked back to see Randall grabbing at his nose, blood dripping from
his hand. His eyes were tightly shut, and it was obvious that they were
watering heavily.
She rose to her feet, grabbing at her towel and wrapping it
around her waist. Her T-shirt and shorts were at the opposite end of
the pool, and she moved towards them quickly, with a backwards glance
at Randall, who was now tilting his head back and holding his nose. She
reached her clothes and pulled them on quickly, not even bothering to
dry first. Right now, she wanted to get back to her room, and she could
deal with the fallout later.
"Maggie!" Randall bellowed from the opposite end of the pool.
"What did you do that for? I was only kidding!"
No, he wasn't. James had to keep reminding herself of that. She
didn't even reply, she exited the pool and headed directly towards the
elevators. She pushed the button and waited nervously while the
elevator took its sweet ass time getting to her floor. With a final
glance towards the pool room, she entered the elevator and pushed the
button for her floor.
Inside the elevator, James noticed how heavily she was breathing.
Randall wouldn't have raped her, would he? James kept running the
little conversation through her head, trying to think what she had done
to set him off. Suddenly James knew, recalling his little wiseass
comment at the start. It had been all the encouragement that Randall
had needed. As a guy, she would have probably tried something at that
much of a positive response.
James felt tears welling up in her eyes. It wasn't fair, dammit!
Why, when she was so close to getting away from all this shit did he
have to go and mess everything up. Next thing you know he would
probably bitch to Anne about how...
What could he say to Anne? James pondered. Mom's not going to
believe that her oldest daughter hit her stepfather, possibly breaking
his nose, because he made a wisecrack. He's also not going to advertise
the fact that a sixteen year old girl turned him down violently. James'
spirit rose as she realized that if Randall wanted to stay in Anne's
good graces, the only possible explanation he could give was "I fell."
James banged on the door of her room, and Elaine answered it. The
television was playing some teen pop anthem that everybody adored.
James merely smiled at her sister and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Elaine didn't say anything, just returning to her bed and watching the
television. Living without a TV had made it a luxury item for her
instead of a constant background hum.
She slammed the door behind her, her breath still a bit faster
than she would have liked. She inhaled deeply, looking into the
bathroom mirror. Her face was flushed, a red colour coating much of it.
She could still feel slight tremors in her hands as she rested them on
the sink. James breathed, long and deep, willing the anger and fear
that still coursed in her veins out.
James turned on the shower after a few moments. The chlorine
still present on her skin needed to come off and perhaps the heat would
relax her. She checked the bathroom door to ensure that it was locked,
before stripping off her wet clothes.
The shower was nothing spectacular. Despite her earlier
explorations, James had sworn to herself that she would not indulge
again. She stared at her feet, and the thin trickle of blood that
washed off of one. It wasn't hers, she noted with some relief, just a
splatter from when she had impacted on Randall's face. Her foot hurt a
little, but it was nothing compared to what Randall was probably
feeling right then.
A confidence that James had not even realized she had lost came
back in a flood. She didn't need a protector, she didn't need to hide.
She could take care of herself.
The adrenaline that had filled her body drained as the hot water
poured down. The anger left, leaving only a feeling of calm. A few
moments later, James stepped out of the shower and dried herself off.
It was time to sleep, and the next day would take care of itself.
Randall looked like shit. His eyes had deep black marks under
them, like he hadn't slept in a week. His nose was swollen as well.
Combined with his bushy moustache, he looked a bit like a cartoon of an
old drunk. James tried very hard not to laugh, especially when Randall
shot a look of pure venom at her. For some reason, Randall's stares
meant nothing now.
Elaine, being the typical fourteen year old, immediately asked
what had happened at the restaurant table. Randall merely grunted in
response, leaving Anne to explain about the slippery floor at the pool.
James barely managed to keep a straight face. After the emotional
turmoil she had gone through the previous night, revenge did sound
nice. However, James knew that all she had to do was to keep her mouth
shut for six more hours and then she would be home free. It was that
thought that sustained her through the silent car ride in the forests
of Washington.
The countryside of Moscow was an interesting contrast to forests
they had been driving through. The rolling hills dotted with farms were
a pleasant distraction. Each hill in turn would slope into another,
leading towards mountains in the distance. Moscow itself was a tad out
of place, since the first thing they passed driving in was a mall.
James laughed slightly, remembering how much time she had spent
at that mall the last time through. There was an arcade there, and she
recalled how she had been a running "spoiler" to the macho guys on
Super Street Fighter 2. Cammy. She had constantly played Cammy. The
irony was not lost on James as the strip of burger joints and gun shops
went by.
Soon enough, James could see the obvious buildings of the
college. They drove past, heading towards the opposite side of town.
Anne had explained that the family would be staying at a hotel during
rush in order to make sure everything ended up okay. It was funny,
James recalled, how they had left on day two of rush the last time
through. With any luck they would do the same this time.
After unpacking, the family drove over to the student union. They
parked in the front, and Anne handed James a small packet over the back
seat, as she got out of the car.
"This is all the paperwork. You're going to be staying with Kappa
Kappa Gamma for rush." Anne explained, giving James a big hug.
"Thanks mom," James looked up at the building that towered over
her. Despite everything, she wasn't really ready. "I just... This is so
exciting."
"I'm really proud of everything you've been doing Maggie." Anne
said, walking her daughter towards the front of the building. Randall
remained in the car, while Elaine tagged along.
"Mom." James said, looking back at Randall who glowered in the
car, "I need to tell you something."
"What honey?" Anne asked, a wide smile on her face. There was a
small twinge of fear in her eyes, but James was sure it had to do with
her daughter going off to college.
"Ra..." James tried desperately to finish the sentence, but she
just couldn't. Anne didn't deserve that. She was in love with her
husband, and it wasn't James' place to ruin her love. "If you don't
want to stay, it's alright. I know there isn't a lot to do in Idaho."
"How did you know we were talking about that?" Anne asked, her
eyebrow shooting up.
"Just guessing." James shrugged. There were some advantages to
knowing part of the future.
"Yes, Randall was saying last night that he thought you might do
better if we weren't around." Anne explained. "I mean, nothing ruins a
party faster than your parents staring over your shoulder."
James had a pretty good idea why Randall didn't want to stick
around, but she sure as hell wasn't going to say it.
"Well, after I check in, maybe the Kappa's will hold my stuff."
James offered, looking over her shoulder at some of the girls who were
walking into the union. They looked like typical college girls. James
let her gaze linger for a moment.
"All right, and then we'll drop it off there and get going
tomorrow."
James knew that she shouldn't probably bring this next part up,
but it was the best time.
"And mom? I'm going to try my hardest to get in, but if I
don't..."
"I already made arrangements with the dorms." Anne nodded,
looking back annoyed as Randall honked the horn of the car.
"Great. Thanks mom. You really don't know how much this means to
me."
"Maggie. I... I'm going to miss you. This past month has been
amazing." Anne hesitantly offered, before pulling her daughter in for a
big hug.
James hugged her mother back, both happy and regretful. It would
be hard leaving her when she was just getting to know her. James had
noticed how much more she had learned about her mother in the short
month, than in all the time she had spent living at home. That's why it
hurt so much to leave her with Randall. If anything, James almost
wished that she could stay at home, just so Anne could see what a
slimeball Randall actually was.
James sadly realized that Anne probably already knew. The hug was
finally broken, and James hugged her sister Elaine as well, getting a
fond farewell. For form's sake, James waved at Randall, who still had
not exited the car, and was laying on the horn fairly thick.
Spitefully, James reached up with her hand and scratched at her nose
while she waved. Nothing like a little reinforcement of a lesson, after
all.
James stood at the glass doors of the student union and watched
as the car drove away. She remembered where the Kappa house was. She
just had to go and register. Right now she felt as if a weight had been
lifted off her shoulders, to be replaced with another, just as heavy.
There was so much to do, and so little time.
Smiling, James opened up the doors, stepping in to the hall. The
cool air-conditioning was a pleasant counter to the warmth of the
outside. In front of her was a large sign, with an equally large arrow
pointing towards another hallway. Rush registration. And just think,
two weeks later, she would have to be back here to register for
classes.
There was only a small crowd at the final room that James arrived
in. A bunch of tables were lined up against the wall with brightly
coloured cloth drapes over them. Greek letters adorned the hall, and
numerous girls and their parents milled about, talking to each other
with smiles. James scanned the room, her eyes finally settling on the
Kappa table. There were a few girls chatting there, and James nervously
approached them, glancing at the packet in her hand as she did so.
"Hi! Are you here for rush?" The blonde girl with the sorority
sweatshirt behind the table asked as James approached. James noted
distractedly that two of the letters on her sweatshirt were
considerably more noticeable than others.
"Uh, yeah." James stumbled over the words. Why the hell was she
so nervous? She proffered her packet as she continued. "I'm supposed to
be staying with you guys, I think."
"Okay. What's your name?" The blonde continued, looking down at a
list in front of her.
"Ja... Maggie. Maggie Fletcher." James groaned inwardly,
realizing that she had almost said "James." Oh yeah, that would have
gone over real well.
"Yeah! Here you are. I'm Carrie, by the way." The blonde smiled,
making a checkmark on the list. "Here you go, you're just going to want
to fill out this form."
James looked over the form that Carrie had handed her. Standard
liability waiver. James shrugged, signing her name to it. It was still
weird signing Margaret James Fletcher. It just didn't look right on
paper, but it brought no response from Carrie, who accepted it without
question.
"Great! Here's the rush schedule." Carrie handed over another
piece of paper, this one with numerous events listed by time and house.
So much stuff. "And here's a campus map," The map wasn't necessary,
since James knew exactly where she was going. However, for appearances
sake, she took it.
"Thanks. So, I uh, just go on over to the house then?" James
asked, looking around the hall.
"Sure! Since you're staying with us, they'll be expecting you."
Carrie looked over James shoulder, and noting no one there, continued.
"Do you have any questions? You know, what the house is like? What the
sorority is like?"
"Just one actually, my folks are ditching me here, so is it cool
if they drop my stuff at the house?"
"Yah, sure!" Carrie smiled, "Just have them put it on the lawn
and we will stick it in the storage room until you make a decision."
"Thanks. Uh, I guess I should at least get situated." James
smiled, picking up the papers, and looking at them. Yup, the house was
exactly where she had expected it to be.
"You want to go out that door..." Carrie continued, and James
stopped paying attention. She smiled appreciatively as Carrie finished,
then waved goodbye and walked towards the door. That had been
different. Last time the frat house had made it very clear that
although they would allow her to stay for rush they were, to quote them
"Totally full, sorry man."
The warm Idaho air greeted James again as she stepped back into
the hall. She glanced about at the trees that lined the street. A block
up, and she could see huge amounts of cars dropping girls off, and
parents wishing tearful goodbyes. Rush was in full swing, and the sound
of female voices was a nice little background murmur. Yeah, it was
going to be great. Just great.
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