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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 5:18:53 GMT -8
"What are you doing?" Jessa whimpered out. "I really am sorry."
February snarled. "Shut the fuck up! Let's get her in the car" she added to Carla
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 5:21:10 GMT -8
Carla nodded "you driving or me?" she asked as she pushed Jessa, forcing her to walk forward
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 5:23:14 GMT -8
Jessa walked with them, whimpering.
February nodded. "You can drive."
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 14:39:47 GMT -8
Carla didn't realize her mistake. And she wouldn't, not until it was too late. She had no idea that the car she was taking was not a stunt car. That it was real and wasn't made to be smashed into walls. Especially not when someone was tied up and unable to wear a seat belt. She led the girls to the car and unlocked it "put her in the front seat"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 14:45:18 GMT -8
February nodded, before opening the door and pushing Jessa into the front seat. She knew deep down that this was wrong, but she did not care. All she cared about was revenge.
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 14:56:09 GMT -8
Carla seatbelted and started the car. She looked at Jessa. "you're lucky. You know why? Cause you can't just be spanked! Cause if we could get you whipped, we would! Just like you did to us. But you can't feel. Then again. I guess that makes us the lucky ones" she slammed on the gas and headed across the lot, They had enough time to go the maximum speed, 130, before the car slammed into the brick wall.
Carla heard the shatter of glass as she was jerked into the steering wheel, hitting her head, just as the airbags came out. She could barely breath, and she felt like she was choking. But overall, she was just in shock.
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Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jun 3, 2011 15:12:11 GMT -8
Jessa looked to Carla and then looked straight ahead, seeing the brick wall getting closer and closer. She struggled with the ropes binding her hands together and yet had no luck. Oh no. She knew this was bad. This was very bad. Jessa was terrified and she could practically hear her heart pounding.
As the came closer, Jessa squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't want to see when they hit the wall. And she felt the impact of the car. Letting out a scream, Jessa was thrust forward, slamming into the windshield, before falling back into the seat. There was a long cut on her forehead.
When it was all over, February quickly dialed 911 and explained what had happened, before hanging up.
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 15:16:59 GMT -8
Carla blinked. She had something warm....in her eyes. She had split her head open on the wheel. Shards of glass were in the back of her head. But she felt numb. She couldn't speak. Couldn't even think. And the silence lasted until sirens sounded in the background. She could hear them getting closer and looked straight down.
As the fire department got to the scene, the front end of the car was completely smashed. "we'll have to cut them out" one of them said and they set to work rescuing the three teenagers.
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 18:38:16 GMT -8
Once they got the door on Jessa's side off, the guy noticed Jessa's hands. He looked to the other two girls and back to Jessa, before untieing her hands.
February bit he lip and got out of the backseat and looking to the adult,.
Once he hand her hands untied, he stepped back. "Sweetie, why were your hands tied."
Jessa swallowed. "They did it!" she cried out, pointing to Carla and February. "They tried to kill me!"
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 18:45:18 GMT -8
the ambulance and police arrived after, as Carla's door was being cut off. Jessa was escorted to the ambulance and her forehead was cleaned as Carla was gently helped to the ambulance. She sat down beside Jessa, blinking in surprise. "What's your pain level?" the paramedic asked Jessa. Carla looked down at the ground.
Grace was stunned when she responded to the scene. She was told what Jessa told them and she walked over to February "hi there" she said with a nod. "Want to tell me what happened here tonight?"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 18:50:45 GMT -8
Jessa looked up at the paramedic. "I feel nothing. I never feel anything. I don't feel pain." she looked around and back at the paramedic. "Can I go home now? I want my daddy."
February looked up to Grace. "Please. I don't want to go to jail. I'm sorry. We just wanted to teach her a lesson. I never meant for it to go this far."
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 18:53:15 GMT -8
The Paramedic sighed "I'm sorry, dear. We need to get you to the hospital, get you checked out. And we'll call both of your parents, don't worry"
Grace sighed "look, I won't take you to jail. But you are going to be in trouble" she warned her "Your parents will be getting a ticket. Come on, let's get you home"
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 19:00:15 GMT -8
Jessa bit her lip and stood up slowly. "Look, I know you mean well and all, but really. I'm fine. I don't need to go to the hospital."
February nodded and looked down at the ground. "Yes, ma'am." she whispered, as she got into the backseat of the police car.
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Post by carla on Jun 3, 2011 19:10:28 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, but you have to have stitches for your head. And we need to do x-rays. So just relax, or we'll have to bind you down"
Carla blinked, snapping out of it "do it. She fucking deserves it" she hissed.
Grace got in the car and turned on the sirens. She used the girl's school id to get her address. When she got there, she let February out of the car and rang the doorbell.
Shayne had been doing his homework, as usual. He was listening to the Village People, and when the doorbell rang, he opened the door. Seeing a cop at his door had him raising his hands, but when he saw his sister, he realized that it wasn't about him. He looked from his sister, to the cop, back to his sister. "can I help you?"
Grace nodded and cleared her throat "are your parents home? or a legal guardian?" she asked.
Shayne's eyes narrowed as he gave her a what-the-hell-did-you-do look. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Our parents are dead. I'm taking care of my sister. I just turned nineteen. Is there something wrong?" he lied.
Grace nodded "I'm sorry to hear that. Your sister kidnapped a young girl, tied her up, and crashed a car with her in it. I'm doing her a huge favor by bringing her home to you, but you'll be getting a ticket in the mail and she'll need to appear before the juvenile court judge. And the next time I report to a scene with her involved, I will be arresting her"
Shayne sighed "thank you, ma'am, for your patience and understanding. We'll make sure to get to that date. Come on, Feb" he said, stepping out of the way for her to come inside. All he could think was thank god we're home alone.
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Jun 3, 2011 19:16:49 GMT -8
Jessa's eyes narrowed at Carla. "You bitch! You'll be hearing from my daddy! And you don't wanna make him mad!" she hissed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. I'll go." she retorted, folding her arms over her chest.
February just stood there, silently, as the two talked. Without a word, the girl swallowed and walked into the house. She turned back to her brother. "You know something? Have I told you how much I love you?" she asked, acting all innocent, with an innocent smile on her face.
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