Surge (41 page)

“I take it she’s a Red Sox fan?” Oscar comments wryly.

“You better not be in love, Jonathan Moure!” Kelly shrieks from the back. “You’re mine, and I won’t share you with that crazy, home wrecking slut!”

“The fuck I am!” John roars back. “I told you, we’re done. And I warned you not to say another fucking word against her!”

“Fuck her!” Kelly shouts. “She’s nothing but a dyke!”

“Kinda hard to be both a
‘home wrecking slut’
and a
‘dyke,’
” I point out. “But I can assure you that she is neither, so I’d advise that keep your goddamn mouth shut, you stupid bitch.”

“I’m sure you’ve had first-hand experience with her,” Kelly spits out. “Haven’t you, Jared? She suck you off like a lollipop, or is she just that good of a fuck, that you’ve no sense left?”

I slam the brakes on, and nearly collide face first with the steering wheel. Several bodies hit the floor since they weren’t buckled, but I don’t pay them any mind. My attention is fully set upon the cunt in the trunk.

“Get the fuck out,” I order. My voice is calm, but my tone is unmistakable for the burning fury I feel.

“You get the fuck out,” she hisses. “Go see your whore, that’s all you’re good for.”

“I won’t say it again,” I warn. “Get the fuck out now, or I’ll toss your ass out myself.”

“Then come and get me,” Kelly says with a smirk. “Because I’m not going anywhere and
you
can’t make me.”

“Though I’m sure
he
could,” Olivia says through the opened back slider. I didn’t even notice it move, and from the pissed off expression on her face, she’s been there long enough to hear the shit being spouted about her. “I can absolutely guarantee that I sure the fuck
can
and
will
remove you.”

“Go ahead and try then, you psychotic skank,” Kelly sneers.

“With pleasure,” Olivia replies as she bounds through the door.

Before anyone can so much a blink, Olivia has her target by the hair, and is dragging Kelly from the van. Kelly starts screaming and thrashing from side to side. Olivia pulls out a knife and presses it against the other woman’s throat. She stills instantly before Olivia speaks.

“Scream again, and I’ll slit your fucking throat,” she hisses. “You hear me?” Kelly’s blonde head bobs once. “Good, now go to sleep.”

Kelly opens her mouth to say something, most likely she would have regret, but we’ll never know since Olivia knocks her out with a well-placed blow to the neck. She goes down like a ton of bricks, and Olivia drags her body toward the BMW.

“Pop the trunk, Lenny, I caught us a live one,” Olivia calls out. “A bit of a bitch, but I’m sure she’ll learn to watch her tongue when she comes back around.”

“Atta girl, Livia,” Leonard responds and pops the trunk.
‘Livia?’
Now he has a freaking nickname for her? I need to abandon this ship A.S.A.P., a fucking grandpa is making more headway than I am.

“Need a hand?” I shout out the window.

“Nah, she may be heavy,” Olivia replies as she stuffs half of Kelly’s unconscious, barely clothed body into her trunk. “But she’s full of piss and vinegar, so it’s just a shit ton of water weight.”

Lenny’s laugh echoes back to us after Olivia slams the trunk shut to Kelly’s VIP seat. I glance quickly to see if there are any wheezers, but only find downed ones strewn around in pieces. I’m guessing Olivia took care of them, while I was busy keeping myself from throttling the bitch who insulted her.

My temper still hasn’t cooled completely, but it’s enough to be set on the back burner for now, in favor of concentrating on navigating the winding roads ahead. The yellow signs look like someone gave a kid a crayon, and told them to scribble away. Corkscrews and pin head turns galore, are what we have to look forward to for the next however many miles.

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After two hours of treacherous turns on dirt roads, it’s nearing dusk when Olivia finally pulls down a side road that is covered in trees. As I drive the van, there are pinging and scratching noises as the branches scrape against the metal sides. There are also no signs of what little civilization remains.

No useless power lines, signs for fast food restaurants, or indicators as to where we are or where we’re headed. It’s only when the BMW’s taillights flash, that I see the cabin in the clearing, being illuminated by the sunset a hundred feet away. I drive up as close as possible, and put the van in park. Hopping out of the van, I stretch my legs while listening Olivia sing Puddle of Mudd’s “Psycho.”
Olivia dances over and pops open the trunk to point at Kelly, who’s still unconscious, as she sings the next verse about someone being a schizophrenic psycho.

“Great fucking song,” John says with a huge smile at Olivia when she’s finished.

“I know, right?” Olivia confirms with a smile of her own. She turns her attention back to the body in the trunk. “We should just leave her for the night, but then she’ll piss inside my car, and it will smell; then I’d have to torch it, so it might be best to wake her.” She looks over at us to see what we think.

“Don’t wake her,” I reply. “Someone will just have to carry her in.” I see every male take a good step back. “Thanks guys.”

“You’re welcome,” they all chorus in unison. I flip them off and approach the trunk like a viper is going to pop out and sink its teeth into my neck. Pretty freaking likely with this bitch, so caution is necessary.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Olivia mutters. She shoves me out of the way, opens a bottle of water from her bag and flings the contents on Kelly. “Get up!”

Kelly bolts upright and starts sputtering as the water trails makeup down her face. Who the fuck where’s makeup after the apocalypse? Kelly starts snapping her head around to see where she is, and when she notices that she’s in a trunk, the screaming starts.

“Why the fuck am I in a trunk!” Kelly shrieks. “Who the hell did this? I’m going to kick their ass!”

“Good luck with that,” Olivia replies. “Now shut the fuck up, and get the hell out of my car, before I kick yours; since I’m the only one who has a logical reason to do so.”

“Fuck you!” Kelly shouts and lunges at Olivia. Olivia steps back and laughs at the girl who missed, and is currently bent over with her skirt flipped over and flashing her thong to everyone. Kelly stumbles up onto her high heels, where the fuck she got this outfit, I’ll never know. Or maybe I will, since Olivia makes a comment about it.

“Nice outfit,” Olivia says with a disgusted look on her face. “My aunt Crystal looked just as much of a slut as you do in it, so you can keep ‘em, not that you asked or anything.” Kelly tries to go for Olivia again, but she just steps out of reach again. “That’s twice, I won’t let you try for a third.”

“Then stay the fuck still, so I can kick your psychotic slut ass!” Kelly orders.

“Perhaps you missed the memo,” Olivia says with a casual tone. “But I think that it’s been established that you’re the one who’s psycho.” Olivia taps her chin. “Oh, damn. You were still napping, and missed my song dedication to you.”

“What fucking song is that?” Kelly snaps. “It sounds like something you made up.”

“I should have known you’d have no taste,” Olivia says and rubs her temples. “Tacky from the tips of her toes, to her hair colored with what I can only assume is actual bleach.” She turns and points to John. “Hey, you would know. Does the carpet match the drapes?”

John shakes his head, and is clutching his stomach from laughing so hard. There are others in the bunch who’ve also started laughing, namely Lenny, the twins, Sarah and Cory, but I’m so fucking tired and have had enough of this bull shit.

“Olivia, sweetheart, please allow us entrance into your home, before I fall asleep in the driveway,” I plead and rub my tired eyes. “I’m hungry, and if I have to listen to a certain voice grinding on my ear drums for one more second, then I strongly believe that my ears might actually start bleeding.”

“Absolutely,
darling
,” Olivia hisses. She starts stomping toward the house as she mutters under her breath. “Make fun of my fucking voice, the asshole. I’ve only had my freaking throat slit, you fucking prick.” Fuck! I run to catch up with her and reach out to grab her arm, winding up on my back with an extremely pissed off pixie on top of me, and pinning my arms with her knees for my troubles. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“I was only going to point out that I wasn’t making fun of
you
,” I say carefully. “I was referring to a shrill that belongs to
Kelly
.” Olivia peers at me with eyes frowning in concentration.

“So, you weren’t referring to this?” Olivia asks as she points to her throat and rasping voice. She must have strained it today with all of the singing.

“No, how could you possibly think that?” Olivia shakes her head and removes her knees from my arms, and herself from my chest.

“Never mind,” she says. “Sorry for flipping you, but you grabbed me and....” I nod in understanding.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” I reply and she bobs her head.

“It’s fine,” Olivia says, but I know it’s not. I fucking hate that I can’t touch her without her literally giving me permission, or having her initiate the contact first, but I can’t blame her. She went through god knows what, and this is how she copes.

“Hey, Olivia,” Marissa calls out from behind. “Can you show us how to do that?” Olivia turns to face her and Chelsea with a look of mistrust.

“Do what?” Olivia asks.

“What you did to Jared,” Marissa explains and Chelsea nods emphatically.

“It was sooo cool!” Chelsea exclaims with a snap of her gum, as she bounces on her toes.

“Well, I did teach that last night,” Olivia replies and their faces fall. “But I guess that I could do a makeup class, just this once. And only if you’re both serious.” They nod in unison. “Okay, I’ll set up a room for after dinner.”

When Chelsea and Marissa bound forward to give her a hug in thanks, Olivia literally sprints backwards a dozen steps, and turns to dash up the stairs. The girls look at me curiously, so I just shrug. What can I say? Olivia’s damaged, and then she’ll break my face for talking about things I only know minimal details about; and most of it was through other people or observation. No thank you. I rather like how my face is arranged already.

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“That’s perfect, Marissa,” Olivia says with the smile of a parent teaching their kid how to ride a bike. “Now let Chelsea try.”

For tonight’s lesson, Olivia slid all the couches in the living room against the walls. The cabin is pretty small, but it is a cabin after all, so it’s expected. There are only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Since this place was so out of civilization to begin with, it has a generator out back that we had to jump start like a lawn mower to have lights and plumbing. It’s one of those fancy no dig septic grinder things that people use to put in a new bathroom without paying thousands of dollars. You have to flush twice, still, it’s better than having no plumbing at all.

So, here we are, everyone with the exceptions of Whitney, Mike, Akio and Kelly have joined the group for training. Even Lenny’s here, but I think he’s here more for the company, than a lesson. Olivia and him have been hanging out together since we arrived here. They even cooked dinner side by side, while singing oldies in the kitchen. The saying,
‘too many cooks in the kitchen’
didn’t come up once with them working so in sync.