Chapter Thirteen…


Chapter 13: Nightmare in Twinbrook.

Doris Moore is back, and she’s badder than eva.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot: Nick and Lila also head out for a trip to Twinbrook, U.S.A.

August rushed by, nearly running into September. It was her mother’s wedding day.

“Does this mean you aren’t angry with me anymore?” Audrey asked.

“Of course I’m not angry with you.”

Anger? What anger? When was she ever angry with her mother?

“Good. You look beautiful, Lila.”

“You too, Mom.” She gazed down at the bodice of her own gown. “Nick bought me this dress,” she added, smiling.

“You look like a princess, the way I always knew you could look. So Nick treats you well?” Audrey asked.

“Yes he does. Very well.”

Lila left her to speak with Roger.

“I just wanted to say—that I’m sorry for the way I acted. About you and Mom.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You were just looking out for your mother. I understand.”

“Roger, sometimes I find it very hard to believe you’re only twenty-one. By the way, you look strange without your dog-collar-thingy.”

“You look strange in a dress,” he replied.

A few minutes later, the wedding began. The ceremony was small, with just a handful of relatives and friends attending.

Mumbling his vow, Roger slipped the golden band on Audrey’s finger.

Although the ceremony commenced near downtown Riverview, it was eerily quiet as though there were no traffic, no wedding guests, no nothing.

Audrey said her own vow, intermittently flicking the tears from her eyes.

…and three beautiful new lives had begun.


Early the next morning, Lila joined Nick in the kitchen as he made waffles.

The night before, she stayed awake thinking. Her mother’s wedding prompted thoughts of Lila’s relationship with Nick. She had come to a conclusion: she thought that she did love him, and was in love with him, but was afraid to confront all of her feelings for him. She was afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of feeling like that little girl whom he used to pick on. But why can’t she get it into her head that she wasn’t a child anymore, and neither was Nick? And why did she keep blaming herself over his and Auna’s break-up, when Lila knew damn well their marriage was in trouble long before she stepped into the picture?

“Did I tell you about the game coming up in Twinbrook next month?” he asked, rummaging in the fridge.

“No, you hadn’t mentioned it until now. Why?” Like she didn’t know where the conversation was heading, and the mere thought twisted her stomach into a pretzel.

“I thought you could go with me. Travis could stay with Auna,” he said.

“You want me to go with you? And, just out of curiosity, how would we get to Twinbrook?”

“Oh, you know. An airplane.”

“Nick, I really don’t think I can ride on an airplane… ever… again…”

“Don’t worry. We’ll never have to live through another plane crash,” he muttered, beating the batter as though punishing it. Perhaps his way of venting some pent-up frustration, as if playing football didn’t help.

“I know we wouldn’t have to live through another one, ’cause we’d be dead. Why don’t we just drive to Twinbrook?”

“I suppose we could,” he said, standing in front of the oven after sliding in the waffle batter.

“But Lila, honey, you’re going to have to fly in an airplane again soon. Your entire career is built on traveling.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m ever going on another airplane! I won’t touch one with a fifty-foot pole! I just can’t!”

“Maybe you should see a shrink about it. Maybe you have that—whatchacallit—post trauma disorder or whatever it is,” he suggested.

“How is it that you’re not traumatized? How can you get on an airplane after what happened?”

“I don’t know. I just know that it’s something that will never happen again,” he replied, shrugging.

“I wish I could be like you,” she said.

“It’s pointless to worry about it anymore. Like you said, we’ll just drive there. It’ll be—fun,” he said, a little unconvincingly.

“You thought the convention would be fun too,” she mumbled. “We didn’t even make it that far.”

“Everything will be fine.”

Famous last words…

A few weeks later…

“Are you ready?” Nick asked, before pilfering with the door handle.

Lila nodded; then said, “considering we’re driving there, I’m definitely ready.”

“Have I told you yet how glad I am we’re not flying there?” she said.


Lila watched the sun’s remnants dip below her view. The sky morphed to a deeper, darker blue. The moon arose, stealing the sun’s place.

“Look at the moon, Nick. Isn’t it beautiful? I wonder if Twinbrook will be as pretty as Riverview.”

“I think Twinbrook is similar to New Orleans,” he said.

“So does that means it’s nice?” she asked.


Lila peered out the windows. The gorgeous Riverview landscape hovered around them.

“There it is, Lila. The borderline. In a few seconds, Riverview will be a memory,” Nick chimed.

Hope this trip goes a lot better than the one to California…


Nineteen exhausting hours later, Nick drove across an ancient bridge leading to Twinbrook.

“This doesn’t look like a motel,” Lila said. A massive amount of undergrowth stood in front of them.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. I wonder where I made a wrong turn?”

Here we go again, Lila thought.

They got out of the SUV for a few minutes, just to look around.

“Lila, where are you? I can’t see anything.”

After climbing back into the vehicle, Nick drove several more miles and crossed another bridge. This one was especially rickety and tattered. The boards thumped as the tires glided across. Lila’s heart stopped.

“My God, will this bridge support the weight of the SUV?” she fretted.

“Stop worrying so much,” Nick replied, but his fingers clenched the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.  

“I need to stop here and look at the map,” he muttered, pulling onto a dirt road.

“Why didn’t you bring the GPS?” Lila asked, feeling a mixture of annoyance and trepidation.

“I forgot,” he said.

He parked in front of an abandoned mine.

“How could you forget the GPS?” she said.

“I didn’t hear you remind me.”

“Look, I’m sorry I got us lost. But I’ll find our way out of this, okay?”

“What is this place anyway?” she asked, looking around.

Nick shrugged, pulling open the dash and rummaging for the map.

“Shit,” he said.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I forgot to bring the map.”

It’s the return of Daffy!

“So now what?”

“Want to do it? In the back seat?”

“Why is it that everytime you get us stranded, you want to do the nasty?” she said.

After a moment of silence, she looked over and caught him staring downward.

“So you want to?” he practically begged. She sighed; then they climbed into the backseat. The little backseat.

Mmmm,” he moaned, kissing her while kneading her waistline and hip. She grunted in response. The environment wasn’t exactly romantic; at least not to her. In fact, it was kinda spooky.

Then again, he certainly was a hot one, wasn’t he?

They managed to undress in the cramped backseat. In their hurry, Lila forgot to take off her glasses.

In between passionate kisses, Lila nervously asked questions.

“What will happen to us if we get caught doing this in public?”

“Do you see anyone around?” Nick replied.

“I don’t want to get arrested,” she whined.

“You’re paranoid.”

Finally, Lila grew quiet. Various insects chirped outside. The SUV swayed to and fro as if it were a boat on the high seas. The seas of lurrrrrve…


Meanwhile, in the back area of the SUV, Nick’s mother emerged from a pile of beige blankets.

The party had just been crashed.


Chapter 14 coming sooooon…


4 Responses to “Chapter Thirteen…”

  1. DUDE!
    Mum walking in on a bonk!
    Yeesh! >_>

  2. talk about awkward

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