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REPOST: Jan V. - SISTERS - 10/16 (ff, incest, teen, romance)

This is the COMPLETE, REVISED version of "Sisters" and "Sisters-the 
Sequel" plus much more.
Enjoy

Chapter TEN:  Love and hate

Nikki had to leave the waiting room. She couldn't breathe in there. She 
wanted to forget everything.

Her life before Linda was a blur now. So much had happened, so much had 
changed inside her. And she was losing her... She was losing Linda and 
she couldn't bear the thought of it.

Nikki stepped outside to the parking lot. She put her arms around 
herself, a self-embrace full of despair. 'Linda... Linda... please, 
don't leave me... PLEASE.' Nikki closed her eyes, trying to put out of 
her mind the image of her fretful parents waiting in that sickening 
hospital. In a corner, Zoe was crying silently, a kind nurse holding the 
tearful teenager in her arms. Linda, her back to her parents, stared at 
the wall, ignoring everybody, blaming herself.

"It's my fault, Nikki," Linda said and repeated it over and over again.

"Linda, that's not true. You didn't pull the trigger... That son of a 
bitch did."

"I killed him."

"To protect us. To protect Jeannie. It was self-defense. He would've 
killed us... you know that. Linda..." Nikki had tried to hold her but 
Big Sis promptly removed her sister's hands from her waist. "Linda, why 
are you like that? I'm trying to help you."

"Don't!" was the answer. Then Big Sis walked away from her, going to the 
opposite side of the waiting room.

Outside, in the parking lot, Nikki stared at another incoming ambulance, 
its flashing lights rotating, the screaming siren dying down. Swiftly 
the paramedics leaped out of the ambulance and scrambled into the 
building another out-of-luck victim of a car crash or a mountainside 
shooting. Jeannie had been hauled in the same way, with people shouting, 
and Mom and Dad trying to keep up with that chaotic convoy of people. 
The only difference was the oppressive presence of the press. Dad had 
convinced everybody the redneck was a kidnapper, or rather, "the" 
kidnapper. His daughters hadn't run away. No. They had been kidnapped by 
a lustful beast... Linda had killed him in self-defense, Dad told the 
journalists and photographers. There would be an investigation, Dad 
said, but he assured Linda that no charges would be filed.

So typical of Dad...

* * *

Linda's eyes meandered around the empty seats of the waiting room. She 
agonized over the fact that Jeannie was in coma, between life and death. 
The doctors kept reiterating their reserved statements about her 
sister's chances of surviving a massive blood loss. Linda wanted to be 
with her sister but they wouldn't let her. Hospital procedures... God!

The presence of Mom and Dad was giving her the jitters. Mom wouldn't 
look at her; but Dad would. He tried to bridge the gap, but she didn't 
trust him. He was using their misfortune for his political gain, talking 
about his deep shock and horror to the press, making a plea for tougher 
measures against crime in general and kidnappers of children in 
particular. There were rumors he was going to make a bid for the 
Congress. All that media circus would surely give him publicity. It was 
disgusting!

Linda reached for her head. On and off she felt a headache. Her fingers 
probed for the swelling on her head. The doctors said it was only a 
minor contusion. Her head had hit a stone when she fell and blacked out.

Nikki had saved Jeannie's life, Linda recalled. After making sure her 
eldest sister was all right, Nikki had scudded down the trail until she 
found the road and the Jeep. One hour later she was back with help. 
Linda loved and admired her for it.

Linda searched the waiting room for Nikki but her sister was gone. She 
wanted to find where Nikki was, to check if her sister was all right. 
All those events were making a nervous wreck out of Linda. She didn't 
let anyone touch her, not even Nikki. Linda could see the effect of her 
refusal on her younger sister but Linda's guilt became unbearable every 
time Nikki, sweet Nikki, came for a hug.

Linda snapped out of her daydreaming when a doctor came into the waiting 
room. He shook hands with Dad and Mom.

"I think you'd better come in, Mrs McDougall. Your daughter's fever is 
increasing. She's out of coma at this point but she's constantly calling 
your name. I think your presence may help her."

"My baby is calling my name?"

"Yes ma'am... You're Linda, aren't you?"

"No..." she said, sheer confusion in her eyes, turning to her astonished 
daughter. "Linda is-"

"It's me," Linda broke in, scuttling closer. "I'm Linda. I'm her 
sister."

"Oh," the doctor said, realizing his blunder. "I thought- Well, you'd 
better come with me, then... I'm sorry, Mrs McDougall... I thought-"

"Let's go," Linda groaned, jerking the doctor's sleeve. "She's calling 
my name. My sister needs me."

Linda left with the doctor, ignoring her mother's eyes. Hate... Her 
mother hated her. Nothing new for Linda, though. She had always 
suspected that. Now she was sure of it.

Linda rushed down the hall, still yanking at the doctor's sleeve, urging 
him to walk faster. In a few seconds she was by her sister's side. The 
first thing Linda noticed was how pale Jeannie looked. Linda looked 
across the bed and at the nurse who was trying to calm her sister down. 
Jeannie was delirious, murmuring unintelligible gibberish.

"Linda!" she heard suddenly, startling her. "Linda, please... Linda... 
LINDA... Help me... Help me..." Jeannie's head thrashed on the pillow, 
her forehead thoroughly covered with sweat. "Linda... help me... 
please..."

"I'm here, baby," Linda said, holding her sister's hand. "I'm here." The 
moment she said it, clasping Jeannie's hands, her sister's thrashing 
stopped. For a moment Linda, the doctor and the nurse held their breath 
as though they were waiting for a miracle, but the miracle didn't 
happen. Jeannie seemed to drift into a deeper sleep, but not her 
previous feverish nightmare. Gradually her breathing became steadier and 
stronger, but her eyelids remained shut, her face as pale as before. 
Linda's eyes turned to the doctor. "Is she OK? Is this normal?"

"The worst's over now... Your sister is just sleeping..."

"Yes, and the fever's subsiding," the nurse added.

"Maybe you'd better leave now," the doctor suggested, as he checked 
Jeannie's forehead with his huge, hairy hands. "Get some rest. There's 
nothing you can do at this point."

"Hell no, I'm not gonna leave her," Linda whispered, trying not to raise 
her voice. "She needs me. She said it herself. The hell with the 
procedures. If she didn't need me, you wouldn't have called me. Am I 
wrong?"

The doctor heaved a sigh, casting a quick glance at the nurse. The nurse 
shrugged back at him.

"All right, you stay here... but only for tonight. I'll make the 
arrangements for an extra bed." The doctor gestured to the nurse to 
leave. The nurse gone, he waited by the door, gazing at Linda, who kept 
on staring at her sister's pale features, fondling her hair. 

"I admire you," he said.

 "What?"

"I admire your love for your sister... You don't see that often. I mean, 
a girl caring so much about her own sister. I wish my own daughters were 
like that... and not the usual nuisance to each other and to us 
parents... OK, I'll leave you two alone. I'll see to the extra bed."

Linda saw him shut the door quietly. She was perplexed, confused. Had 
she been too obvious? Obvious about what? About her love for Jeannie? 
Was that abnormal? Sisters were supposed to be the best of friends, but 
they were so often the worst of enemies. There were soap-operas and TV 
shows based on that kind of hate... But love... was seldom shown. The 
executive producers wouldn't want to summon the horrible specter of 
incest, would they? Show a hug and a loving gaze and the whole nation 
would be shocked.

It's so easy to hate... It's so hard to love...

* * *

A few weeks later, Linda returned to S.F. High for the first time after 
her kidnapping. When she entered the classroom, all her classmates stood 
up one by one and began to clap their hands. They were welcoming her 
like a heroine - a heroine of a bad movie, of a ridiculous book. They 
were clapping because she had killed someone. No, that's nothing to be 
proud of, she thought. Even if that someone was a scumbag.

"Way to go," the guys would say.

"I'm proud of you," Belinda added.

Linda shook her head, wavering between going in or running away. If only 
they knew... Would they be proud of her still? Would they say "Way to 
go!" and tap on her back? She didn't think so. Despite all those 
cheering young faces, eager to catch a glimpse of the heroine of the 
moment, Linda felt alone, terribly alone... She wanted to scream and 
escape from that unnerving crowd. She was too polite, though. She knew 
she could never do that. She would bite the bullet and count the 
minutes, the seconds, until she was allowed to go home and watch over 
Jeannie.

Five hours later, Linda waved good-bye to her classmates and left 
school, heaving a sigh of relief. Nikki waited for her by the Jeep. When 
Nikki smiled at her, Linda's heart jumped. Their relationship was 
getting better, now that they were back home and the twins had made up. 
Jeannie's health was improving an amazingly fast. Still, her youngest 
sister worried her. Linda sensed hidden sadness in those clear blue 
eyes...

"Hi, Baywatch Babe," Nikki said, faking a seductive pose, half-closing 
her eyes.

Linda chuckled. "Baywatch Babe" had become Nikki's standard greeting 
whenever they met after school. "Cut it out," Linda said, grinning and 
pushing her sister out of the way. She unlocked the Jeep and hopped in. 
Nikki took her place next to Big Sis. She grabbed Linda's hand. She 
wanted her sister's hand on her thigh. She wanted to be stroked there 
while Big Sis drove home. That thought was enough to make Nikki's sex 
moist. She did her best to control her craving for holding Linda and 
kissing her, passionately, right there in that parking lot.

Suddenly someone called, "Hi, Linda."

"Rick!" Linda cried out, withdrawing her hand from Nikki's thigh as fast 
as she could. "God, you scared me. Don't you do that ever again!"

"Hey, what did I do now?... I just wanna talk to you. It won't take 
long."

"I haven't got much time," she said, wondering if he had seen anything. 
"I've gotta go home. Jeannie's still recovering..."

"Yeah, I've heard about it," Rick said, leaning on the Jeep, his face 
drawing closer to Linda's through the open window. "I'm glad you're OK 
and your sister is better now. I'm proud of you... I would've killed the 
bastard myself."

"Rick, what do you want?"

"Hey, relax. I just wanna talk to you."

"Don't."

"Why?"

Linda breathed in and looked straight ahead. Then she stared back at 
him.

"Rick, it's over. Don't you understand that?"

"Why? I still can't figure out why you did what you did... at the movie 
theater. I want to listen..."

"This's hardly the place, Rick... and there's nothing to talk about. If 
you want to listen to me, just pay attention to what I'm saying. IT IS 
OVER. Nothing you can say is gonna change my mind."

"It's another guy… I can tell."

"No, you're wrong. It's YOU. The sooner you get it into your thick skull 
the better."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine," Linda said, starting the Jeep and closing the window.

"Linda," she heard him call, but she just kept turning the Jeep in 
reverse. "LINDA!... Bitch!"

Bitch... the very word the redneck had called her. No Baywatch Babe for 
them. Just bitch. She shuddered. A chill of anger ran up her spine. For 
a split second she wished she had that shotgun again. If she had, she 
would have shot him.

Linda drove home. No words were exchanged. Nikki looked out of the 
window, watching the traffic. Linda had seen tears on Nikki's cheeks but 
she couldn't bring herself to touch her to make sure her sister was all 
right. There was too much hate now.

When Linda parked the Jeep on the driveway, she asked, "You OK?" Her 
anger had blown over. It was not fair to make Nikki pay for the failure 
of her relationship with Rick.

"I guess... And you?"

Linda took Nikki's hands and said, "Better, much better... knowing 
you're here with me." Nikki slid closer to Linda, her head leaning on 
her sister's shoulder. Linda kissed her on the forehead. "But I'd feel 
even better if you said it again..."

"What?" Nikki asked, sitting straight, her eyes widening.

"What you use to call me now..."

"Baywatch Babe?"

"That's my girl."

They laughed together, embracing, holding each other tight, reassuring 
one another that their love was still intact... Despite everything. When 
they left the Jeep, they almost held hands. A noise coming from above 
made them freeze. It was Mom. Mom was spying on them from the bay window 
of her own room.

Anger returned. Linda's throat hurt again. And the words of the cheering 
crowd kept thumping inside her head... Way to go, way to go, way to 
go...

Right, way to go... Maybe she should kill her parents too. That way they 
would stop. Everybody would stop.









NEXT: Chapter ELEVEN:  Desire 

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