Date: Sat, 09 Feb 2002 13:18:20 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: Jenny Chapter 5 - Lesbian/Young Friends Jenny By Tom Cup Copyright 2001 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving youth/youth or adult/youth sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ This story is part of the Girlztown Library at http://www.girlztown.net If you enjoy this story and would like to see it continue here on Nifty, please send me a note at tom_cup@hotmail.com Your comments are truly appreciated. ************************************************************************ Jenny By Tom Cup Chapter 5 Leopard Spots Mom's behavior over the weekend was out of character. I couldn't figure out why she was being so nice to me. Friday when I got home she told me to forget my chores. We went out for pizza and then a movie. When we got home we watched another movie on cable. I woke to Mom gently shaking me and telling me to go to bed. I woke Saturday to the smell of bacon cooking. I walked cautiously into the kitchen. Mom was humming at the stove. "What?" Mom smiled, "You think I can't cook?" She laughed and I laughed, anxiously, with her. After breakfast, I was told again to skip my chores, and to take a shower. I was sure that once I was naked and wet Mom would burst in the bathroom and beat me for everything that had built up on her list. I was so scared that I cried when nothing happened. Waiting for her torment was becoming worse than the torment itself. We went shopping. I don't mean to Goodwill. I mean we went to the mall. We spent the whole day roaming from one shop to the next. When we finished shopping, the trunk of the car held more clothing and shoes than I had at home. Mom even paid for me to get my hair trimmed, and for a manicure and pedicure. We ate dinner and then Mom treated me to another movie. "Mommy?" "Yes," Mom answered handing me another package to take in the house. "Mommy, you spent a lot of money." "So." "Well you didn't have to spend all that money on me." "I didn't do it because I had to Jenny. I did it because I love you." What could I say? Experts say that captives and hostages become endeared and thankful to their captors at the slightest sign of kindness. I knew this and was determined not to let Mom's show of kindness fool me. But knowing the truth and stopping your feelings from getting the best of you are two different things. Mom said that I wasn't to take the clothes and shoes out of their boxes and bags until the morning. The first thing I was to do in the morning was to bag up all my old stuff; we would take them to Goodwill. Then I was to unpack my new stuff. My heart began to melt; I couldn't help myself as she told me these things. My Mom loved me. I could feel it. As she turned to leave me with the unexpected treasure she'd bought for me I said, "I love you Mom. Thank you." She came to me, hugged me, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. On Sunday Mom's good nature increased. We had such a good time getting rid of my old belongs and filling my dresser and closet with the newly bought items. Mom showed me different combinations of the clothing. She made me try on different ensembles and model them for her. We laughed. We were giddy, just plain goofy with each other. It was the best time with Mom I ever remembered having. The whole weekend Mom never touched a drop of booze. ***** "Wow!" Sara said when she greeted me on Monday. I told Sara about the weekend. I told her how wonderful it had been. I told her how I was afraid that it meant Mom had something really awful planned for me. "You got to stop thinking everything's always gonna turn out bad," Sara said. "I don't know. Leopards don't change their spots." That's something Mom use to say about me. When she was about to beat me she would use that phrase to remind me that what I was being beat for was what I always was being beat for. I was a bad girl. I would always be a bad girl. "Leopard's don't change their spots." So how could Mom change so completely? Since the fight we had over two months before, Mom had been quiet and some times moody but she had not even hinted at beating me. But the thought that the pattern would return haunted me. Something in the back of Mom's eyes hinted that she was just waiting for the right moment to enact her revenge. "People are not leopards," Sara said, "Maybe your Mom is having an epiphany." "A what?" "An epiphany. Maybe the light bulb went on and she realized that you are not a bad daughter. Maybe she's saying sorry and that it won't happen again. I mean you said she been being quiet and stuff." "Yeah, but..." "Well, maybe she's been thinking about how she's been treating you. Maybe she's decided to change." "You think?" I asked wanting to believe Sara. "Stranger things have been known to happen." I held on to Sara's hopeful vision of my future through the first half of first period. Ms. Carmichael showed up at the door. I was to come with her. Outside the door she asked if there was anything I wanted to tell her. I told her no and things really were going great at home. I wish that I had told her everything but there didn't seem to be the need. My heart was still filled with the hope of Sara's words and the joy of the weekend. Both faded when we entered Ms. Carmichael's office and Mom was sitting there. "Have a seat Jenny," Ms. Carmichael said. "Hi honey," Mom cooed as I sat beside her. She reached out and brushed my hair. My eyes teared. Mom had beaten me. She had won Ms. Carmichael. I felt stupid. "Jenny," Ms. Carmichael said, "I want you to know we are both on your side. Your mom didn't know what else to do. She came down to talk to me and I thought we should all talk. Do you understand?" I nodded. I understood. I was trapped. "Jenny were you sneaking out at night to visit Sara against your mom's wishes?" "Yes," I choked. I clenched my fist to fight the tears. I couldn't think of how to make my actions justifiable to Ms. Carmichael." "Can you tell me why?" I shook my head. "She has always been such a good girl," Mom offered, "I just can't understand. And then when I confronted her she pushed me and started striking out at me." Ms. Carmichael stared at me. "Is that true Jenny?" How could I explain that I was defending myself? I tried to explain that Mom was going to beat me. But Mom shook her head and said, "Jenny, that is certainly not what happened. Did I not tell you, you were not to see Sara anymore? Didn't you tell me you were going to anyway?" "Yes but...." "Haven't you been saying just horrible things about me?" Mom continued. I looked at Ms. Carmichael. She had told Mom what I said. I began to cry. "How could you say these things Jenny?" Mom asked with a hint of tears in her eyes, "Can't you see the influence this girl has on you? She goes away for the weekend and we finally have the best time since this whole affair began. I've missed you honey." "Can you tell me about this weekend?" Ms. Carmichael asked. I couldn't stop crying but I told her, in between telling Mom how sorry I was. Ms. Carmichael listened and nodded to my recount of the weekend. She commented afterwards that it didn't sound like Mom was being a B.I.T.C.H. Mom feigned shock and asked when I'd started using profanity. My mind was a blur. I couldn't see a way out of the hole that Mom had so skillfully dug for me to fall into. There were no bruises to show. I had to admit that Mom had let me do what I wanted for months. Mom said that she thought it was just a phase I was going through; but after this weekend, seeing how I behaved away from Sara's influence, she was really worried. It all sounded so sensible. "Can you understand that your mother was looking out for your well being?" Ms. Carmichael asked. I nodded. There was nothing else to do but to let things play out the way Mom wanted. Mom said she was taking me out of school. I was going to be transferred, or maybe home schooled, because she could think of nothing else to do. She said she wanted the best for me, that removing from Sara's influence would give us both a new start. Ms. Carmichael said she was saddened but had to agree. I cried and begged Mom not to take me out of the school. "Well what else can I do Jenny? You are telling people that I am a drunk and a.... a well you know. I asked you not to hang around this girl and you sneak out your window and do it anyway. You are defying me at every turn. What am I supposed to do?" "I'll be good Mommy. I promise. Please Mom don't take me out of school. Please." Mom sighed and looked at Ms. Carmichael shaking her head. Ms. Carmichael was noticeably upset with me and told me so. She asked me why I was lying about Mom, why I was sneaking out. All I could say was that I wanted to have some fun. It was such a lame thing to say. Mom said she didn't want to see me end up in some home for troubled girls. Ms. Carmichael agreed. Mom won. Hope died. I was a captive again. ****** Mom laid the car keys on the kitchen counter. I had cleaned out my locker. Sara asked what was going on when I went and got my books from class. I didn't answer. Mom was waiting at the door. Sara gasped when she saw her. I stood in the living room waiting for Mom to say something. She lit a cigarette and poured a drink. "So you got anything to say?" "No ma'am." "Really? You've been so mouthy lately I was sure you'd have something to say." "Sorry Mommy." "Sorry," Mom laughed, "I don't think you're sorry but you will be." Mom told me to go to my room. She followed me. I waited to be pounded in the back of the head. She didn't. I was told to lay on my bed. I had no will to fight. Mom tied my hands and feet to the bedposts and left. I didn't know what was going to happen. I'm glad I didn't. *********************************************************************** Send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, join the Girlztown Library at: http://www.girlztown.net Now available at the Girlztown Library: Donna: The serial story of the younger sister of Kevin. Barb, Chuck and Kevin have all left their imprints on this young girl's life. Can she overcome the hurt and pains left behind from the tragic events surrounding her life? Become a Girlztown Library member today! *********************************************************************** You'll find my newest writings at http://tomcup.iscool.net. 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