Chapter 1 Rescue

It was dark in the basement that I had been bound and put in. Evidently I was hanging from the cieling because ever since Andrea hung me up naked like that I remembered the strange spinal feeling. The binds hurt my ankles. I couldn't help but to remember what she had joked about in the mirror some time ago. I wondered why I was here, who did this and for a second, who I was.

"I feel so sleepy" I said as I noticed a strange smell in the air, perhaps an anethetic that I was inhaling with every breath. "Everything is getting so fuzzy, I can't... think" I tried to think. Then a bright flash accompanied by the steps of a stranger stunned me.

Not much to my suprise, I heard Andrea's voice accompanying my name. "Haley! Thank God I found you- WHAT THE FUCK?!" she sounded suprised. "Oh.... my.... God!...." Before I could respond she yelled "There's fucking WELTS all over you!... WELTS! Holy shit, motherfucking what the fuck did this guy use?!"

Then it all came back to me. I remembered a guy who looked to be in his 20's abducting me and locking me down here. I was brutally raped and beaten, supposedly because I didn't cooperate. That son of a bitch whipped me!

"Hold on a second, let me go get something to cut you down with."

"Wait! you don't understand, he'll get you too! Don't go up there!"

She replied, "Bitch, how the fuck do you think I got down here? If you're so sure that I shouldn't go up there then I'll just cut you down with this dangerous bowie knife."

I thought about it. "Fine, just do it quickly, I think my legs are going to fall off! JUST GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" She jumped up and climbed up the rope a little to where her knees were level with my shoulders. Then suddenly she turned sedeways and flipped me right side up and shredded the rope, accidentally nicking her cheek, which spurted blood onto the ground.

We fell to the floor, luckily since Andrea had me in a position where her hieght prevented me from touching the floor, I didn't sustain any injuries from the 4 1/2 foot drop. This is awkward, I thought to myself. Suddenly Andrea embraced me in a warm hug. I was suprised by this because normally she doesn't even like for me to touch her at all, but now she was hugging me. Then she kissed me, sticking her long tongue into my mouth. I struggled to free my lips. "Why are you doing this?!"

"It's not like I haven't done this before, love. Besides, it's good to have you back." She sounded sarcastic and romantic at the same time.

"This isn't Romeo and Juliette, Andrea."

"Of course it isn't, there's no one to fill the role of Romeo. This is real life, not a soap opera or some stupid romantic play." She kissed me again. She pulled away and grinned.

She wrapped me in a towel that came down to my knees and took me out to a black Mustang 07. "What the fuck?! Andrea, you can't drive! I'm older than you and I can't drive!"

"Yeah, but I look it, you don't. Sorry, but 4'11'' isn't exactly tall you know" She probably knew that pointing out that I was 5 or 6 inches shorter than her would piss me the fuck off, espescially since I was in a towel, sitting in a car with her.

"Fine, just don't let the cops get us ok?"

"No prob, I got a supercharged V8 in this bitch, and a nice new roller cam, not to mention I just got it serviced. I also have my Mom's oldest liscence, which looks like me, and I photoshoped it to be up to date. We're in the clear. And that guy who raped you, I killed his ass, unless he somehow survived." she gulped.

"ANDREA THAT'S A FUCKING FELONY!"

She replied casually, "And why should I give a shit? We're going to France riding on a sea ferry, so American shit won't make a damn to us. Sorry, but after this, we have to go there. Besides, I got friends there, and some are in the mafia spying on people."

I freaked, screaming "WHAT?!" directly into her ear

"Too late to whine about it, I already made arrangements, and I got you that puppy you always wanted. One problem though, the only way I could smuggle you into the country was by saying we were married... That's the only downside. Could you please not yell in my ear anymore? I think they're ringing."

I really freaked out this time, again yelling into her ear, "WHAT?! YOU SAID WE WERE MARRIED?!"

"Well yeah, I didn't want you to be stuck here and nobody ever find you. Look, the po-po are looking for us both on a national manhunt cause I'm a fucking crazy pyro-maniac, so we have to go. And look on the bright side, there is no law against having multiple wives/husbands in France I don't think. And if you don't like that, then there's always divorce." She begged, "And could you please not yell?"

I was somewhat relieved and a little less freaked out at this. "Andrea, you fucked up our lives when you did this you know."

She sighed, "Well, I couldn't think of anything else to save you and I couldn't just leave you there with that rapist, so I had to do it. Leaving you there would screw them up even more, hell, who knows what wouldv'e happened, had I not been here now.... And speaking of married, put this ring on." She handed me a gold ring encrusted with dazzling gems everywhere. She had an identical one. I looked and I saw my initials carved in. "H.M.C." I put it on my finger and marveled at how shiny it was.

"Oh" she added "and when we get to the ferry, try to act like we're actually married, no matter how much you hate thinking about it."

That Andrea, she always bails my ass out of trouble and at the same time gets herself or us in some kind of fucked up shit. I never told her how much I actually enjoyed that kiss, or how much I appreciated her for all the favors that she never refused to do for me. I caught myself mumbling this aloud, but before I could possibly reveal everything I thought while I was mumbling Andrea laughed and said, "You know, you should really learn not to mumble while you think, it reveals a lot about your personality and what you actually feel about that certain someone. Want me to turn the radio on so you can think without me hearing every single thought you mumble about me?" I blushed beet red when I heard this. She said, "Oh come on, it's not like I'm going to persecute you for it. You know you can tell me anything after that happened. Yes, I'm talking about that."

After hearing that, I finally let it all out, I couldn't actually believe that she understood totally and didn't freak out. A lot of times she'd be all semi-romantic like that, but that was only when she was either drunk or high, and even then, she'd eventually snap out of it. I'd heard she wasn't on anything and that she stayed sober though now. She said, "Why the hell do you think that I went through all this trouble to save your ass? ... It's cause I love you, okay?"

This was still some fucked up shit. I had a twelve year old driving me to NewHampshire in a Mustang and we were unofficially married, but noone knew that. I fell asleep soon afer we fnished discussing that, after all I needed my rest. I dreamt about what had happened earlier, only I dreamed that Andrea and I did a few things before we came up and got in the car. Wierd, but enjoyable in my opinion.

When I woke up I saw the walls of a tunnel slowly passing by and a line of cars easily 45 or more coming from both lanes. Andrea was holding my hand and she looked awfully tired. There was a coke and a Dr pepper in the cupholders. She said almost as if she were driven by a motor "Morning, good to see that you woke up, I got you something."

I replied sleepily with a yawn "I... see..." I yawned again, "Is the puppy okay?"

She replied "wha?" she paused for a second, "Oh yeah, puppy, he's in the back seat in a fully stocked kennel with lots of food and water. Don't worry, I cleaned it out again with a rake and got some one to do the rest."

"Oh... Good, that means I can drive for you."

"HELL to the fucking NO." She said in response. "I've been driving for 2 days straight at 10 miles an hour down straight line tunnels that stretch 1000 or so miles, so I got 10 hours of sleep, I'm perfectly fine."

"Holy shit, you're a bad driver!"

"Nah" she said "I aint wrecked once in all my 2 1/2 days of driving." She gripped my hand a little tighter. Her palm was cold and sweaty, she'd always had cold hands and warm legs. She had obviously been holding my hand for a long time. I noticed how cold it was in the car, it wasn't just Andrea's hand that was cold, it was the air!

"Where are we?!" I blurted, startling her.

She replied trying to act casually "About 500 miles from home, that highway we just came from got us about 150 miles further. NewHampshire will be another day of two." I drifted off to sleep as she spoke.

End of chapter 1