[I'm sorry that I haven't really been updating this story. But I hope you guys enjoy. There are only three episodes left. Message me your predictions on what's going to happen!]
The cops discover some shocking news about the Beaker family that might affect the entire Pleasantview neighborhood. Cassandra comes face to face with Frances Mallory. Angela and Dustin have a heart to heart talk. Beau gets close to the new girl and Jennifer has the ultimate decision on Lucy's life.
Rush: Episode 17
"Demi, you've done a great job. How did you get all of that information out of the kid?" the police officer asked, astonished as he read through the papers of information she had written.
"He opened up to me." she mumbled as she thought of the poor kid. She wondered if he would ever be ok after everything he was put through. Interrupting her thoughts the police slapped her on the back and smiled, "This is great. But now we need to figure out where the Beaker family has headed to. They've probably been gone for days, maybe even weeks. It's not like we can go to every place out there."
The other police officers stood around, trying to think of a plan, but Demi already had one.
"I think I have an idea."
"Brilliant, let's hear it."
"Well...from what I've gathered, I would say that the Beaker family is probably two of the hardest criminals out here. So maybe, if we used our trackers we could locate the place that has the most crimes going on, and we can figure out where they are."
"That's a brilliant idea! Alright, I want all of you guys to get to work. Locate your trackers, and report back to me and well figure out where to go from there! Go!"
The police officers scattered off, but Demi stayed behind for a while, "Sir? I have a request."
"Anything Demi. You ask, I'll get it."
"I want to take Nervous with me." she said, and his jaw dropped, "Why would you want to take Nervous?"
"You should have seen the look on his face when I had to ask him all these questions. If by chance the Beaker family comes back for him and we don't get back here in time, they'll just abuse him again, and no one deserves that. It's clear that his mind isn't at the level that any adult should be at, so how could he really fight them off? Or think straight when it came to this stuff? And I think once we find these guys, send them to court, and arrest them, he'll feel safer seeing it all, not having to worry about whose going to hurt him next." she said, biting her lip to hold back tears.
He stayed silent for a while, "Demi you know this is a dangerous journey. He could get hurt."
"He's been hurt. If he's anything, he's strong sir."
In a hesitant voice he said, "Fine, we'll take him with us. But he can't slow us down so you make sure he keeps up with the rest of the officers."
Demi smiled, "Thank you officer."
She brought Nervous out and he gave her a confused look, "Where are we going?"
"You're coming with us. We're going to find your parents Nervous."
"No! Don't send me back to them please!" he begged, and she patted him on the back, "We won't Nervous. We're going to make sure that you're safe. Just, trust me on this ok?"
Everyone got there trackers and tried to locate where the most crimes were taking place, but something seemed off about it. Demi pulled out her tracker and noticed that there had been a lot of crimes in Veronaville which didn't sound right, Riverblossom Hills, a series of islands and Desiderata Valley. It seemed to be going through a series of neighborhoods and Demi opened her mouth, completely shocked.
"Oh shit." she said, and the officer looked up at her with a knowing look, "What is it Demi? This is all a little sketchy."
"Don't you guys see it?" she raked a finger through her hair and bit on her lip, completely stressed, "They're going through all of the neighborhoods. I think they're forming an..." she shook her head, "No, no, no. We have to go, now!"
The police officer grabbed her arm, "Speak clearly Demi."
She looked up at him with a fearful face, "They probably saw what happened on TV. They knew we were coming for them all along. So they packed up their fucking shit, and they started hitting every place they could think of. Forcing people to come and fight with them. They're coming to Pleasantview officer. They're going to start a war."
The officer's face seemed to match hers now. It all made sense, "Alright you guys! Let's go! The last place they hit up was," he checked his tracker, "Desiderata Valley, and they seem to be on their way to Belladonna Cove. Let's move!"
Everyone started running to their cars. Demi grabbed Nervous' hand and said, "Everything will be ok." They both made their way into a police car, and Demi just prayed to Wright that they would be able to track these people down.
Cassandra couldn't get the gorgeous sim with the blonde hair and business suite on out of her mind. She woke up with a smile on her face as she got out of bed. Throwing the covers back over the bed lazily, she got dressed for another day. She had her heart set on finding that witch, and nothing would stop her. She glanced at the card that Armand had given her; it had his number on it which she strangely hadn't noticed before. She shook the thought of calling him out of her head; nothing would stop her from finding that witch, not even a cute successful sim like Armand.
She checked her locations to make sure she got it right. She had asked around and even though some people were curious as to why she would ask for an evil witch, they gave her some directions.
"She usually hangs around Central Park."
She remembered an elderly sim saying to her. She made her way out, already hearing the honk of the Taxi driver. Once she got to Central Park, she noticed how beautiful it was. Although Pleasantview was a pretty neighborhood on its own, it was nothing compared to some of the places in Belladonna Cove. She waited around, hoping that she would see that witch when she was suddenly bombarded by cameras.
She put a hand over her face, moving away from the flashy cameras.
"It's Cassandra Goth!"
"Cassandra! Can you tell us what you're doing here?"
"How do you feel about Don being in jail?"
"Who's going to inherit your dad's money? You or your brother?"
She felt the anger boil inside her as she made a run for it. The reporters chased after her but after running around Central Park for quite a while, they grew tired and left her alone. She sighed as she took off her pigtails that were a dead giveaway. Couldn't reporters just understand that she wanted to have some time alone?
She shook the thought out of her head and started to wait for the evil witch. Hour after hour nothing happened, only townies came into Central Park and she was starting to wonder if the witch would ever show up. After endless hours of searching for her, she gave up. It was already 10:00. She whined to herself about how she could have called Armand, or went for a swim, but then she realized why she was here. Not for her own selfish needs, but for her mother, for her family even. The second she thought that, she looked up, and there she saw it, an evil witch on a broom. She just prayed to Wright that it was the witch she was looking for.
The witch came down from her broom and was ready to rewind and relax. She had endured a long day of creating potions and destruction, and she wanted to rest at the Central Park. She knew no one usually came during those hours, so she wisely decided to go at night.
"Come on Evil." she instructed, patting her black cat on the back. The cat quickly followed after her.
"Frances?" Cassandra said almost timidly.
The witch turned to look at the voice that had called her. She had a scowl on her face that frightened Cassandra. She walked toward the girl, pointing a bony finger in her face, "Who. Are. You?"
Those three words sent shivers down Cassandra's back. She backed away a little, and Frances gave a smirk knowing it was her who made Cassandra crumble in fear, "M-My name's Cassandra...and I was wondering if I could purchase a few items from you."
Frances Mallory played with her nails as she circled around the young girl, forcing Cassandra to feel rather uneasy. She took one whiff of her, and she knew that something was off, "What are you?"
Cassandra shot her a confused look, "What am I?"
"Yes, what are you? Neutral, good, or Evil!" she snapped, rolling her eyes at the young girl.
"None...I'm just human."
"You must be something else. You smell...non-human. It's quite a peculiar smell, some type of magic must be involved." she stated, squinting her eyes at the young girl.
"I promise on my Creator, that I am nothing more than a human, interested in purchasing a few things from you."
"Stand still, I must test a few things out." she said, ignoring the young girl's statement. She whipped out her wand, and a lightning bolt appeared, aiming dead at Cassandra who shrieked and attempted to run away.
Strangely, the lightning bolt only bounced off of the girl and hit the witch instead, forcing Frances to let out a blood curdling scream. It only lasted a few seconds, because she didn't make it that strong. Frances took a look at the young girl, completely shocked.
"You - what did you say your name was again?" she pointed at her.
"Cassandra..." she re-stated her name.
"Uh, Cassandra Goth."
Her eyes widened in shock, and Cassandra looked at her with a confused face. Surely an evil witch couldn't be interested in my family's fortune.
"You will come with me." she ordered her, and Cassandra couldn't fight the tight grip the witch had on her as she pulled her on her broom and flew away.
"Have you been watching the news lately?"
Lilith gave him a look, "When do I ever watch the news?"
Dustin laughed, "Well I don't either but at the Dreamer household, they watch the news every morning, and drink coffee, because they're just so much better than everyone else."
Lilith patted him the shoulder, "Dirk doesn't think he's better than you alright? He's just...not used to having a brother. Can you blame him? He was an only child before you showed up."
"Yeah but that doesn't mean he can be a jackass."
She waved off his statement, "So what happened on the news?"
"There's been some crimes going on in Veronaville." he told her, and Lilith raised an eyebrow at him, "It can't be. I mean, they're definitely not the most peaceful place, but they don't really do crimes as far as I know. Well, there was that one time when the two wealthiest families, got killed but that was a long time ago."
"Yeah well, something seems off. But of course the news reporters and police officers never want to tell us shit." he said, and Lilith nodded in agreement.
"So how is Angela?"
Lilith sighed, "I really don't know. Have you seen her around today?"
"Nope. I don't really have any classes with her, expect study hall."
Lilith looked around, and then whispered in Dustin's ear, "I think she's starving herself."
"Yeah...I don't know, it's just. She looks skinnier, and she doesn't really eat at home even when I try to get her to eat."
"We have to do something."
"Can you talk to her during study hall?"
"By we I meant, you."
"Dustin please. It will be good for her. If I try to tell her something, she'll ignore me. She won't ignore you."
He let out a dark chuckle, "I'm not so sure about that, she's been doing a pretty good job of ignoring me lately. Lilith! She doesn't want to talk to the guy that broke it off with her, she...hates me."
Lilith smacked his arm, "Don't be stupid Dustin. No matter what she says, she can never hate you."
"Why is that?"
"Because she cares about you...a lot. She just wants to give you your space so she's not all clingy or whatever. I'm not saying she wants to go out with you or anything, but I'm sure she still wants to be your friend. And that's what she needs right now, a friend."
"Have you told your mom?"
"She's been at the hospital lately, so I never got around to it. But I will, today when she gets home. This is serious. I don't know how much longer she can make it before she," Lilith shook her head, "Will you just talk to her Dustin?"
Dustin sighed, "Yeah...I'll try."
Lilith smirked and pulled him into a hug, "Thanks. I owe you."
"Of course you do."
She laughed, "Don't push it."
"Hey you guys."
Lilith and Dustin turned around to see Dirk standing there. He walked over to Lilith and kissed her and Dustin rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Good to see you, bro."
"Likewise." he grabbed Lilith's hand, "Thanks for hanging out with her but I think I can take it from here."
Lilith rolled his eyes at him, "I'll see you later Dustin? And please, talk to her."
He smiled, "I will."
Lilith and Dirk started making their way down the hall when Lilith smacked his arm.
"Ouch! What was that for?" he rubbed his hit arm.
"What is your problem Dirk? Can't you see that Dustin and I are just friends?"
"I wouldn't be too sure about that."
She scoffed, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means Lilith. That guy likes you."
"Sssh!" she said, putting a hand over her mouth as a signal to be quiet, "That's how rumors get started and you're ridiculous, Dustin does not like me. We're just, friends."
"Friends don't hang out with each other like you two do." he argued.
The bell rang but Lilith didn't care.
"Really? Because I could say a whole lot about you and Sophia hanging out all the time."
"Why? Because it's you?"
"Yeah, exactly what I thought. I have to get to class." She said, ready to storm off. He grabbed her arm, "Wait! I love you Lilith."
Her face softened and she kissed him, "I love you too Dirk... Now really, I have to go. Try not to be too jealous while I'm gone," she smirked then took off to class.
He watched her walk away, a smile planted on his face. Why did he ever break up with a girl like Lilith?
During class, all Dustin could think about was what he was going to say to Angela. What do you say to anyone in that situation? How do you even begin to approach them? They have to be going through some seriously messed up shit to feel like they just want to die...to give up on life like that.
He looked up to see that Ivy was staring at him, "Oh, sorry. What?"
"The bell just rang, I thought maybe you'd want to get to your next class," she said, and he grabbed his bag and started making his way out the door.
"Wait, Dustin!" she called, and he turned around, "What's up?"
"I'm sorry about the whole...weed incident. I'm sorry I left it at the table, and I'm sorry I let you take the blame after finding out. It's just that...my parents think I'm doing so well and if they found out, even though I didn't use it, they wouldn't believe me, and they would make me move."
He shrugged his shoulders, "Its fine Ivy. My family thinks I'm pretty fucked up already, so it didn't change anything."
"I know I'm just...I'm really sorry," she said and then took off to her next class.
He made his way over to study hall and started talking to his friend Orlando.
"What's up man?"
He started talking about getting at Tosha Go, some new video games he got, and other pointless stuff that Dustin wasn't actually listening too. Interrupting him was the teacher who said that she was going to use the restroom, and for them to use study hall wisely.
"Hey Orlando, I'm going to go talk to someone right quick."
He nodded, "Alright bro."
Dustin felt something at the pit of his stomach as he got up and approached Angela, who was sitting with her friends Meadow and Tosha. He cleared his throat, noticing that her friends were engaging in some heavy gossip, "Uh, Angela...can I talk to you?"
Meadow seemed to stare at Dustin for the longest time. Does he like her? I hope he doesn't like her again. Why should I care I have Randy? I'm the one who said I didn't want him but yet-
"Meadow! Come on, let's go sit over there. He wants to talk to Angela," she said, chewing on her bubble gum and looking Dustin up and down. His clothes are so ugly. Ever heard of Hollister or Abercrombie? Get with it!
Dustin looked down at Angela who hadn't said a word. She didn't understand why he was here. Why does he want to talk to me? Her stomach growled and she felt a pain inside her belly but she ignored it. She ran a bony finger through her hair that was starting to thin, "What do you want?"
"Get up; we're not staying for study hall."
"What do you mean?"
"We're ditching, let's go."
She contemplated telling him no but was too weak to say anything. She grabbed her bag and followed him out, and she wondered what would happen if they caught her ditching. Why does it matter anymore?
They found themselves at a quiet coffee shop that most of the sims went to after-school. She took a seat and watched as he ordered coffee for the two of them. Dustin handed her one, but she shook her head and pulled out her water bottle, "Trying to be healthy."
He had to stop himself from scoffing at that. He drew in a deep breath, knowing that trying to help someone who was suffering from something like that wasn't going to be easy. He looked dead into Angela eyes and started talking, "Angela...if you know anything, it's that I've been through hell and back. Watching my dad die, seeing my mom fall apart as she had to stay there for me and my brothers, and continue to raise kids. I never got any closure because they never really found out how my dad died, they only covered it up by saying it was a pool incident. I searched for years, just trying to figure out what happened. I spent years hating myself...sometimes I still do."
She stayed silent, but he could see her eyes getting watery, and he was sure it wasn't because of what he said, but because of something going on inside of her.
"Do you know what my job is?"
She shook her head.
"I never wanted to tell you because I didn't want you to see me as a criminal...but that's the kind of stuff I do. I work in the criminal career. And every day I go to work, I see someone get shot. I see someone try to get out of that life and get killed, and sometimes the people who come out they...they kill themselves, because they've already been so affected. I've been hit, almost shot...there's been a lot of crap I never wanted to see. Like an innocent child getting killed because she walked through a place that she didn't know was a gang zone."
She ran another finger through her hair, "That must be hard..."
"It is," he said, taking in deep breaths to stop himself from letting even one tear fall down his face, "But I haven't done anything crazy. I haven't tried to kill myself, or even felt like I wanted to die. So I keep wondering how a beautiful girl like you, who has everything going for her, intelligence, looks, everything...can just give up on life."
She froze for a second and he looked her dead in the eye, "I know Angela...I know that you're starving yourself ok. And that shit has to stop, right now!"
The tears started to fall down her face. Slowly at first, but then more rapidly with each second. She found herself covering her face and trying to stop her sobs. She looked up at him, "Y-you just don't get it Dustin."
"What don't I get? That you're throwing your life away! No, I don't get that. And I don't want to get that. You have to start eating again Angela, and you have to get help," he said in a soft tone.
"Who told you?"
"It doesn't matter."
"WHO TOLD YOU!" she cried, and some of the sims started to look at their table funny. When the looks died he sighed, "Lilith."
"I'm leaving," she said as she grabbed her bag and started to get up. Dustin grabbed her fragile arm, scared that he might break it, and she was too weak to fight it off, "Just tell me why Angela? Why would you do this!"
Her cries only seemed to grow harder and she took a seat at another table to calm herself. He sat down with her and waited patiently for her to start speaking.
"I know I haven't gone through as much as you Dustin...but I feel like my life is falling apart and I don't have anyone! Everyone tells me how lucky I am because I'm popular, and I have good grades, and cool friends. My friends don't even know half the things I go through. They want to talk about boys, and shopping, and every other superficial thing in the world. Lilith hates me because I'm the favorite of the house, but I have to work twice as hard to live up to my parents expectations. I went to Tosha and I told her about my parents getting a divorce and she basically said that I should be lucky that I even have parents, because most townies like her don't. And I get that...but it's like I'm not allowed to have any feelings because I have all this stuff."
"I feel like...like it's my fault my parents are getting a divorce. Like I could have stopped it somehow. People keep telling me that I have no control over it and I hate that! So I went after the one thing that I could have control over. My body!" she cried, pointing to herself, "I can choose how much I want to lose. I can choose what I want in my body and I what I don't want. I may not be able to pick my life, but this is something that I can finally have."
He rubbed his eyes to stop his tears and he grabbed her hand, "Angela...I know you're going through a lot. But that doesn't mean you can starve yourself. What do you think is going to happen if you die?"
"I'll be free," she said, her voice trembling.
"And what about the people who care about you?"
"Nobody cares about me Dustin! Ok! Nobody cares!"
"Your parents care. Lilith cares...I care."
"You have to get help."
She shook her head and bit her lip, "I-I don't know if I can do that Dustin."
His hand squeezed her pale hand, "I'll help you. I'll be there with you, when you talk to your mom but you have to talk to her."
He checked his watch, "We should probably get back to school."
She nodded and grabbed her bag as they made their way out of the cafe, "Dustin."
He turned to look at her, "Yeah?"
She looked down at the floor, "Why did you do all of this? Was it because Lilith asked you too?"
He looked at her, "Not entirely."
"Because I still care about you."
"Alright kids. Recess time!" the teacher called and Beau made his way out with some of his friends. With Lucy being gone, he had no one fun enough to talk to. He missed his friend. He made his way with some of his guy friends and they started playing football when they saw a new girl walk by.
She walked over to them, smiling shyly, "I'm Tara, You guys playing football?"
The tallest of the group smirked, "Yeah, but no girls allowed so go over and build some sand castles or something!"
The group started to laugh but Beau pushed his way through them, "Aye! Let her play!"
"But, she's a girl!"
"I don't care...let her play." he said, staring into the new girls eyes.
She smiled at him gratefully and he smirked as he took a step closer, "I'm Beau."
"Nice to meet you."
"You may be a girl, but we won't take it easy on you." he said and she laughed, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
And with that, they started playing. Tara was an amazing runner. She was faster than half the guys that were playing and Beau knew he had made a new friend. Tara. He smiled, knowing he wouldn't forget her name.
At night, Jennifer and John stayed in the hospital, watching Lucy with sadness in their eyes.
"I just can't believe this." John said in an angry tone and Jennifer looked at him with tears in her eyes, "I know John...I know."
A doctor opened the door and looked at the couple, seeming to have some information.
"What is it? Have you figured out a way to help her?" John asked, and the doctor nodded, letting out a sigh, "The only way to make this work is if someone sucked the poison out of her bite."
Jennifer realized now what she had to do, "I'll do it. I'll suck it out of her."
"Jen! This is dangerous. What if you can't control yourself?"
Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Well do you have a better idea? It's either this or she dies."
"I won't hurt her John. I would never hurt my daughter."
She turned back to the doctor, "Tell us how this is going to work."