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Wayward
Sixteen years ago, continued - Birdie
Birdie was on fire.So hot. And so tired. With a headache blaring through her skull, with her hand at her forehead to alleviate the pain from the pulsing arrows hitting her brain, she pulled herself up onto one elbow.
She was in a bed and there were bodies both in front and in back of her.
She recognized Pete Dooley, asleep and fully clothed. Wearing his Carhartt jeans and a blue Henley. On the other side of her was Chuckie. He too was fully dressed but with his hand on her thigh, also sleeping.
Running her hand over her face to help her to wake up, she looked for a window. It was still dark.
And then she realized she was wearing her jeans but only her sport bra. Where was her shirt? When she tried to sit up straighter, a twinge of pain hit her between the eyes and she thought she was going to puke on the spot.
What happened? Why was she in bed with Pete and Chuckie?
Had they…?
The door to the room flew open and Maisie stood in the doorway, spotting her, she ran toward her with frantic eyes.
“It’s past midnight. We’ve got to go home.”
Oh shit. This was not good. They had never gotten home this late and in this questionable condition.
Ten o’clock was their curfew and Birdie made sure both she and her sister came home on time, as Shelby was always at the window of her bedroom watching and waiting.
Birdie pulled herself from between Chuckie and Pete to find her shirt, trying not to think about what might have happened despite questionable evidence, both visual and physical.
“Come on, Birdie. Move!” Maisie grabbed Pete’s car keys from the front pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go. Now.”
Birdie managed to find her shirt and pulled it on, and then her shoes. She had no idea what to expect when she arrived to Shelby Wellborn’s home past midnight, but wasn’t sure it could be any worse than what she had awakened to here.
She could vaguely remember anything from last night with the exception of feeling incredibly… hot and horny, trying to alleviate the painful need pulsating between her legs.
What had she done?
Birdie parked the car down the street instead of the driveway in case Shelby was still in bed and, fingers crossed, asleep.
In a role reversal situation, Maisie guided Birdie into the back door of the house, tiptoeing up the steps. When she opened the door, Birdie reared back at an enraged Shelby Wellborn sitting on Maisie’s bed with what looked to be a spiral notebook in her lap.
She stood, rolling the spiral notebook in her hand and Birdie instinctively ducked. To her surprise, instead of being the target, she slammed it against Maisie’s face.
“Did you fuck him?” Shelby screamed at a cowering Maisie, as Birdie watched. Speechless.
“No, Mama, of course not.”
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Shelby spat, grabbing Maisie by the arm and slamming her into the wall. She rose above her younger daughter with the notebook high in the air, as if a religious tome. “You wrote everything down. All of your evil, satanic plans!”
“Mama, I didn’t do anything. I swear.”
Shelby began to sway in an eerily spasmodic way, groaning, “I can’t believe you would do this. I can’t believe you would open your virginal legs…” Her eyes went wide as she raised her other fist, pummeling a cowering Maisie, her thin arms crossed over her face.
Birdie moved to the corner of the room, looking for something to use as a weapon in case Shelby became more violent. This wasn’t her first time seeing her mother hysterical and overwrought, but it was the first time watching her relentlessly attack someone else.
“No, Mama,” Maisie said, shaking her head and trembling. “That’s not my notebook. It… it’s Birdie’s. I swear on the Bible.”
Birdie’s eyes switched to Maisie in incredulity, but was instantly redirected as Shelby lifted her fist still holding the notebook, and smashed it against Maisie’s cheek.
