Ride or Die
By James Newman
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"A warning tale for the adulterers, packed with nail-biting brutality and loads of teenage angst. Great fodder for those who like a little kink in their revenge." - Chad Lutzke (Stirring the Sheets; Wallflower)
Amelia Fletcher is a good girl. She's a straight-A student, second chair in her middle-school chorus, and she never uses the Lord's name in vain.
But a few days ago, she discovered that her dad has been cheating on her mom.
For the first time in her life, Amelia decides she would like to know what it feels like to be a bad girl. For just one night.
With the help of her BFFs, Cassie and Folline, she plans to teach Dad's "other woman" a lesson. It's harmless fun, right? An evening of teenage mischief. When all is said and done, the homewrecker will go away and never come back. Only then can Amelia's family begin to repair what has been broken.
However, this was no ordinary affair. And the trio could never expect the horrors that await them inside the house on Callaghan Drive.
James Newman
Newman began writing fiction when he came out of rehab. He was addicted to pulp fiction. There was no cure. Before that he played guitar and sang in neu-gazer bands in London. Newman moved to Bangkok in the year 2001 and began writing fiction. He lived in ten dollar hotel rooms and survived on chemical whiskey and raw luck. Newman has published over fifty short stories in various publications all over the world; most recently for Big Pulp Magazine. His novel Bangkok Express appeared in 2010. The sequel Bangkok City was published by Booksmango in 2012. A collection of his short stories Thailand after Dark documents his short story ventures living in Thailand. Other titles include Lizard City his latest pulp horror novella - a free ebook! His new book Stripper Ripper is set for release later in 2012. His interests include noir fiction, beer Leo, Charles Bukowski, and travelling around Thailand dreaming about the oncoming apocalypse.
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Ride or Die - James Newman
Group text message found on iPhone recovered at 47 Callaghan Drive on the morning of August 8, 2020
I heard Mike Mitchell’s penis looks like an acorn,
Amelia said as she thumbed through her eighth-grade yearbook.
Cassie covered her mouth with one hand, nearly spewing Diet Coke all over her sketchpad. A plastic case full of colored pencils rattled beside her on the bed. Folline stopped painting her toenails long enough to throw back her head and laugh. Her long red hair slapped Amelia in the face.
How would you know what Mike Mitchell’s penis looks like?
Cassie asked.
"I wouldn’t know. Just telling what I heard. Lacey Plymill was at the Y last Saturday, she told Veronica Neal she could see right up his bathing suit when he got out of the pool. Said his goober looked like a little acorn."
"Goober." Cassie snickered.
Folline said, He’s kinda cute. I’d probably check it out.
Her name was pronounced fallen, but depending on her mood, she would probably let it go if you got it wrong because everybody got it wrong. She often insisted that her parents hated her guts—why else would they have named her Folline Raine?
For the next few seconds, the only sound was a soft bloop from the aquarium atop Amelia’s dresser. Bradley and Gaga gawked at the girls from their side of the glass, as if Folline’s confession shocked even the two bubble-eye goldfish.
Mike Mitchell?
Cassie gasped. You’re kidding, right?
Nope,
Folline said.
Folline’s in love with Mike Mitchell! She wants to have his babies!
I never said that.
Cassie wrapped her arms around herself, wagged her tongue in the air as if making out with an invisible boy. "Ohh, Mikey…can I see it? I love acorns. I wanna store them in my mouth for the winter, like a squirrel!"
"You are such a beeyatch," Folline said, as she added the finishing touches to her glittery green toenails.
Cassie laughed, brushed eraser boogers off her drawing with a flick of a wrist. Her rainbow bracelet jingled. Her current work in progress depicted Darth Vader getting his ass kicked by Wonder Woman while the Incredible Hulk sat munching on a bucket of KFC in the background. Cassie’s dream was to move to the Big Apple the day she turned eighteen—two years, nine months, eleven days, and counting!—where she would land a gig with Marvel or DC the moment they peeped her skills. Cassandra McKinley was gonna be bigger than Todd McFarlane, just you wait and see.
Amelia tossed the yearbook onto her nightstand, sighed as she picked up her iPhone and checked the time. She cued up some music on Spotify, cranking the volume as loud as it would go.
Oh, yeah!
Cassie said. This is my jam!
Same,
Folline said.
They sang along. Everyone except Amelia, who closed her eyes and leaned back against the headboard. Once upon a time, her voice would have been the loudest. She used to swear she was gonna win American Idol one day. But lately she claimed she had lost all desire to ever sing again. Hard to put on a happy face, she said, when your world was crumbling to pieces beneath your feet.
Folline and Cassie glanced at one another, wishing they could ease their friend’s suffering. But this kind of pain couldn’t be killed with a splash of iodine and a Band-Aid, like their mommies used to do when they were little and learning to ride their bikes in the cul-de-sac at the end of the block.
When the song was over, Cassie said, She’s playing in Greenville next month. We should go.
We totally should,
Folline said. What do you think, Meel?
Amelia sniffled, shrugged. The concert was scheduled for a Tuesday night and school was starting soon, which meant they were sure to miss it. Folline’s big brother might have agreed to play chauffer, but he was leaving for the Army in two weeks. Cassie’s folks were pretty cool, but they weren’t exactly made of money. As for Amelia’s parents, they had their own stuff going on. To say the least.
A breeze wafted through the open window. With it came the smell of a neighbor grilling hot dogs. The sky was the color of spring lilacs as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.
Folline stole a sip from Cassie’s can of Diet Coke, even though she had sworn less than an hour ago to never drink another soda after discovering a pimple on her chin. Cassie gnawed at her bottom lip as she fussed over some final detail on her drawing. Amelia stared out the window, watching Dr. Cannon and his wife jog by on the other side of the street with their shaggy sheepdog in tow.
Mrs. Cannon isn’t fooling anybody. Her boobs were half that size six months ago.
Scandalous,
Folline said.
I’ll bet their pool boy likes them,
Amelia said, her voice cracking. I’ve seen the way they look at each other. And right under her husband’s nose…
The other two dropped what they were doing to sandwich Amelia between them. They wrapped their arms around her. No one spoke for the next minute or so. True friends didn’t have to say anything. They just had to be there for you.
"How could he do this to her?" Amelia sobbed.
Outside, fireflies blinked in the dusk like guests arriving early to a party yet to begin. Bass thumped on a car stereo somewhere in the distance.
FML.
Amelia used her pajama sleeve to wipe away a tear that had trickled down her cheek. Let’s do it. I’m ready.
The other two released her from their embrace.
Together they stood and bent to retrieve what lay hidden beneath Amelia’s bed.
Text message found on iPhone recovered at 47 Callaghan Drive on the morning of August 8, 2020
Both of her parents were indisposed for the next couple of days. Dad had left that morning for an insurance seminar in Chicago. In his absence, Mom was pulling a double at the ER to cover for a fellow nurse who needed some time off.
Anyone who knew her would tell you Amelia didn’t have a rebellious bone in her body. She remembered getting in trouble
only once in her life (she had left her bicycle lying in the driveway and her father backed over it as he was leaving for work one morning, nearly giving Dad a heart attack and mangling her brand-new Hello Kitty BMX beyond repair). But everything had aligned so perfectly it was as though tonight’s events were meant to happen. That was why she planned to do something so uncharacteristic of the Amelia Fletcher everybody thought they knew—perpetual straight-A student, chorus nerd, and don’t forget would-be American Idol contender—and she hadn’t wasted a second thinking about the consequences.
Because this…this demanded retaliation.
She led her friends across her backyard, past the swing set none of them had touched for years, past the peonies and begonias her mother had planted along the edge of the driveway. They were all still dressed in their slumber party attire, as they expected to be home well before midnight, their business wrapped up in record time. Amelia wore green flannel jammies. Cassie had on a Batman tank-top and gray sweatpants. Folline wore pajama shorts polka-dotted with glow-in-the-dark skulls and a Motley Crue t-shirt (she would have been hard-pressed to name one song by the band, but bought it at a thrift shop ‘cause she thought its