Danger, Danger

Danger, Danger

A Chapter by Alex Hunter
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Rod catches Tim in the act and sparks fly. Tim and Veronica's relationship gets strained and Tim attacks Stan, leaving the others no choice but to leave Tim for an hour. However, someone goes missing

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Chapter X
Danger, Danger

The bedroom door knocked. Tim turned away from Liz.
“Come in.” Tim said
It was Rod. His face was horrified. His face had betrayal on it. And lastly, his face showed anger.
“You are one f*****g a*****e Timothy.”
Tim’s eyes widened. Caught before he could even do what he wanted.
"Rod, there's no need to get mad." Tim said nervously as he hopped out of the bed. He tried to run to the door but Rod stopped him.
"So this is what you do to me." Rod made a fake laugh. "We were friends since kindergarten, we had each other’s backs. Dude, I even helped you out when you and Tammy hit it off sophomore year, when you decided you liked Veronica, I helped you when Diane Peterson started stalking you. And this is the thanks I get!"
"Rod, calm down." Liz pleaded.
"And you, I thought we had something. But it's nothing, it's all dust that's been blown away you damn w***e. You RICH w***e. You f**k over Stan, b***h."
"Don't call her that!" Tim started feeling anger.
"F**k off." Rod pushed Tim into the wall.
"Are you looking for a”-Rod interrupted.
"I'll give you the first shot." He smiled.
Without hesitating Tim lunged at Rod with his left fist but Rod blocked it and round housed kicked Tim in the stomach with enough force to knock Tim to the ground.
"I should've known." Rod turned away but he turned back and lifted Tim up.
Rod punched Tim in the face making him tumble over.
"Rod stop!!" Liz yelled as she ran over to them.
"Stay away." Rod blocked her away and kicked Tim in the stomach.
Rod then tackled Tim and started choking him. Tim felt himself starting to blackout but then Rod stopped.
"Maybe you'll need that ice for real now." Rod's voice sounded sarcastic as he lifted Tim up and threw him over his shoulder.
He then slammed Tim into the door.
"Stay away from Liz." Rod's eyes glared. "She and I are gonna talk about this and believe me, I'll be keeping a better eye on you."
“You- f**k you.” Tim groaned.
“Yeah, like the way I'll ram your girlfriend.”
“Jackass! You stay away from Veronica!”
“You can’t win everything.”
“I always thought you were jealous. Jealous of everyone because we all have parents, siblings, and-” Rod left hooked him before he could continue, cracking the right lens of his glasses.
“You. Keep. My. Family. Out. Of. This!” He screamed.
“Stop!” Liz yelled.
“F**k you!” Tim yelled to Rod. “Maybe if you weren't such a jackass your family would still be here, and I wouldn’t of tried to get with your girl.”
Then Rod put Tim in a choke hold. Tim could see everything flashing before his eyes.
“Let him go!” Liz pushed Rod off of Tim. “Stop.”
“You b***h.” Rod sneered. Then he took a deep breath and looked at Tim. “You're not a friend Tim. And I hope Alan Crandall- or you better hope Alan Crandall doesn’t come for you. Because I won't save you- and I won’t care if you're dead. I want you dead. And I'll make a request to him.” Then Rod kicked the door opened, breaking the door, and disappeared.
"Tim..." Liz walked over to him and helped him up. "It's best you get out of here, I'm going to talk to Rod."
"Whatever." Tim said as he dazed out of consciousness.

He got up and opened the door. The sun burned his eyes, but it could've just been the fact he just got beat up. He walked over to the door and right before he could open the door, Steve opened it.
"Where were you, Veronica was worried sick man." Steve walked outside.
"Uh..well."
“Alan’s making breakfast with Richie, Tammy’s up and Stan’s still asleep. And Veronica is up too. Why are you out here?”
“Look dude, if I tell you something would you go tell Veronica?”
“Depends what it is.”
“Okay. I almost had sex with Liz.”
“Uh... does Rod know?”
“Who do you think gave me this black eye?” Tim removed his glasses revealing a shiner on his right eye.
“Oh s**t.” Steve laughed. “Oh s**t!”
“Are you guys coming!” Tammy screamed from inside the house.
“Is she in there.” Steve mouthed.
“Yep.” Tim smiled.
“Come on!” She screamed again.
“Okay, we’ll be there in a few.” Tim said.
They walked back into the house. Veronica was waiting.
“Tim, you left me there, in bed, all alone for hours. What the hell.”
"I ran an errand."
"Don't bullshit with me Tim, and why is your lens cracked?"
"I'm not, I went to the..hardware store and got into a fight."
"Last night would've been great." She sighed.
Before Tim could answer, Alan called.
"Pancakes are ready!"
"We resume this later."
Tim moaned then turned to Steve.
"Just to let you know, the door on the Winnebago got broken off."
"Dude, the f**k!" Steve groaned as Tammy walked up to him. She was wearing a white nightgown.
“Hey cutie, I had fun last night.” She wrapped her arms around him.
“Yeah.” Steve smiled as they started rubbing noses together. Tim started laughing.
"Tim, what the hell happened to you?" Tammy's eyes widened. "Your stomachs bruised, smashed glasses."
The door opened and in came Rod and Liz.
“Rod, why are your knuckles wrapped up?” Tammy asked.
“Boxing practice.” He smirked.
“Hey.” Tim said to Liz but she just walked past him and into the kitchen.
"Did you guys fight?" Tammy raised an eyebrow.
"All boxers need a practice dummy." Rod smirked.
"Funny man." Tim rolled his eyes.
“Guys, foods gonna get cold!” Richie shouted.
Tim, Steve, Tammy and Rod all walked into the kitchen and got their meals, pancakes, bacon and eggs. They heard footsteps coming downstairs, Stan.
“Stan, hey man.” Alan walked over to him and highfived him.”
“Hey dude.” He smiled and walked over to get his food,
The group got their food and walked over to the couch to eat. There were 3 couchs, fitting all of them.
“Don’t drop the food on the couch $3,000 leather.” Alan took the remote and turned the TV on.
“3,000 dollar leather my a*s.” Richie smiled.
"Oh, but it is." Alan raised an eyebrow.
"More pancakes?" Steve grinned. "Seems like your specialty."
"You can say that." Alan chuckled as Tim passed the syrup.
"Tim what happened to you?" Richie looked sympathetic.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Tim turned away and put his hand over his bruise.

Soon the group had all gotten finished and Richie and Steve did dishes.
"Guys, there are 3 showers here, two down here, one in the second story, choose who goes now." Alan smiled.
Arms shot up, the fastest were Tammy, Veronica and Tim.
"Well you guys got them, go ahead." Alan said.
“Um Alan, there is still an open shower for someone else.” Tim said casually before looking at Veronica.
“You know what Alan, he's right.” Veronica smiled at Tim, seductively.
“Ohh.” Alan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
“Um Stan, you take the open shower.”
“Swell man.” Stan got up and went to the downstairs one to the right of the kitchen.
“Tammy, take the other one upstairs.” Tim pointed to the room to the left of the living room.
“Alright.” She walked away.
“Well, let’s go.” Tim smiled.
“I’m ready.” Veronica took Tim’s hand and they walked upstairs.
Finally, I can have sex on the vacation. Tim thought as he Veronica walked up the stairs and all the way down to the door at the end of the hallway. They walked in.
“Well Tim, you start it.” She removed her shirt.
“Will do.” He walked over to the shower and turned it on.
“Good”. She removed her pants.
“Do not worry; I won’t leave you this time, trust me.”
Tim removed his boxers and got into the shower and shortly after, Veronica got in as well. They started kissing and Veronica bent over and reached for Tim.
Wow, this is gonna be great. Tim thought, smiling
Next thing Tim knew, Veronica got up and motioned for him.
“Come on Timothy.” Her voice sounded seductive.
Tim grinned as he grabbed her waist. And even then there was a faint memory of Liz in the back of his head, but it quickly vanished as Veronica kissed him.
There was nothing that could be worse than this moment. Nothing, not Rod not Liz not Alan Crandall. This was one of those rare moments that only flew by once in a lifetime. And Tim was going to be damned if he let it go.
Veronica moaned. Tim tried his best not to grin. He was happy that he was breaking the rules, his parent’s rules. All he hoped was that someone did not barge in on them.
“Tim, this is great!” Veronica yelled as she tussled Tim’s hair.
“Hell yeah.” Tim started thrusting harder.
“Pull my hair, you know I like it rough.” Veronica smiled.
“Yeah.” Tim said as he tugged on her hair.
Yeah, I love this vacation.

22 minutes later, Tim removed himself and Veronica got down. Tim then shot right at her.
“Tim, that was f*****g incredible!” Veronica yelled.
“Yeah.” Tim smiled as he wiped Veronica’s hair back.
Veronica got under the water to clean her face. She then turned to Tim and started kissing him. They wrapped their arms around each other.
“Tim, you get out first.” Veronica smiled.
“Fine by me.” Tim smiled as he opened the shower door. He got his towel and wrapped it around his waist, opened the bathroom door and walked out before closing the door behind him.
He walked to the room and opened a drawer. He got out boxer shorts with poker chips on them and put them on. He then went to the closet and put on a “Q: Are We not Men, A: We are Devo! T-shirt. He then walked back to another drawer and pulled out dark blue bell bottoms. He put them on and finally put on his grey sneakers. He then opened the door and went down the stairs.

Tim got downstairs and sat on the couch. He lied there for 10 minutes basking in happiness. Then Alan, Steve, Tammy, Stan, Richie and Liz came inside. Veronica came downstairs at the same time.
“What were you guys doing out there?” Tim asked.
“Alan was just showing us some Alan Crandall memorabilia that he brought in the Winnebago.” Liz said.
“Do any of you think that he is gonna appear any time soon?” Rod smiled as he walked down the stairs.”
“Definitely.” Stan grinned.
“Stan, shut up.” Tim said.
“Why, what's wrong with stating opinion?”
“Stan, don’t be stupid, just shut up.” Tim said.
Why am I acting like this, I feel as though a streak of anger just entered my body.

“Look Tim, I don’t want any trouble but I’m assuring you that Alan Crandall will appear soon.” Stan backed up.
“F**k off.” Tim jumped from the couch and ran over to Stan and started punching him.
“Tim stop!” Steve yelled.
“No, the b*****d needs to learn a lesson!” Tim shouted back.
“Timmy stop, you’re hurting him.” Richie ran over and pulled Tim off Stan but Tim’s rage overtook him and he punched Richie straight in the face.
What have I done, Tim’s eyes widened as he looked at Richie tumbled backwards but he didn’t fall.
“What the f**k Tim!” Alan yelled as Liz rushed over to get an ice pack.
“I don’t know what I just did.” Tim looked down.
“Tim, I think it's best that you get some fresh air.” Steve’s voice was stern as he lifted Stan up.
“What the f**k!” Veronica screamed. “What is wrong with you Timothy? You have been acting like a f*****g jackass to the others lately.”
“Well whoopty-f*****g-do.” Tim rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Chill out.” Steve whispered.
“No.” Tim pushed him away and then Steve brought him down to the floor.
The hard ground hit Tim’s head.
“Hey stop!” Liz screamed. “This is all uncalled for- no one needs to be fighting anyone.”
“She’s right.” Richie held his nose as it bled. “We have all been through a lot this week. Let’s just get our mind off things, go fishing.”
“I agree.” Veronica stood up. “We all need a break from Tim, let’s leave.”
“You're leaving me here alone?”
‘Yep. So you can calm down.” Steve stood back up and helped Tim up. “Sorry man.”
“It's fine, really. I guess I need this.”
“Stan- go pack the Winnebago, were going down to Mercy Lake for a bit. You know where it is, right? It’s around the corner.” Alan said.
“Alright.” Tim nodded his head as his friends walked out the door.
Stan stood in front of Tim with an eery silence.
“You might need this.” Tim pointed to a fishing pole in the corner.
“I know what I need.” Stan smiled. “You're a good kid.” Stan patted Tim on the back as he walked over to the pole.
“Thanks.” Then Stan left Tim alone.

Three hours later, Tim was still alone. Alan’s aunt had gone to get groceries. The lights were off and Tim was slouched on the couch. He didn’t want to admit that this Alan Crandall thing is making him crazy. But he needed an excuse why he was going off. He needed something. Everyone knew things were crashing down and everyone knew Tim was in the center. It was like a sinkhole. He was dying inside- and he didn't know why. He needed closure, he needed something. Then there was a knock on the door.
“Finally! You guys are home!” Tim yelled. “The doors open.”
The door slammed open.
“She’s gone.” Steve came in crying. “She is gone. Tammy disappeared. She's gone. Her- she- shes gone.” Steve jumped on the couch.
“What happened? Where's everyone else?”
“Trying to see what happened to Tammy. They won't be back for another hour. They're going out to eat. Because nobody cares. I can’t believe it. Tammy- we were making out by the lake and then I went in the rec room to get some more bait because Alan kept yelling and screaming at me to get it so I did and then the gang followed me in there. Tammy tried to come in but they told her to f**k off and then she went back down to the lake and then Rod left and then the rest of the group kept badgering me for 30 minutes then Rod came back and then we all went outside and she was gone.” He was hysterical. Crying, Tim never saw his best friend like this. And it hurt him, but there was a part of Tim that Knew what happened to Tammy. A part of him screaming, he did it. He killed Tammy. Yep. He had to of. Rod killed Tammy.



© 2012 Alex Hunter


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