Rachel
Rachel (chelbrite) used to run with some pretty strange people. Strange, trashy people. She had a friend named Loretta, who insisted that everyone call her Tetta. They were close in a weird kind of way. Rachel never really liked her all that much, and Tetta didn't particularly care for Rachel, but they spent most of their free time together.
Rachel was 14 then, that summer that they spent all their time together, and Tetta was 13. They lived a couple of blocks away from each other, which might be a big part of why they were friends. But there were plenty of other people in the neighborhood that each of them could have been friends with, so there must have been other reasons.
Tetta came from a remarkable family. Her mother, a recovered anorexic, had no teeth. She wore dentures most of the time, but sometimes she didn't. Her father, and obese alcoholic, had a mouth like a sailor and talked dirty to all of Tetta's friends. She had an older sister no one had seen for years, a younger sister with untreated ADD, and a 16 year old brother who had dropped out of school. The whole family had weasely eyes and pointy noses.
Rachel's parents were not particularly happy with her being friends with Tetta, but they trusted their daughter to behave properly. Their trust was very misplaced. Rachel and Tetta spent most of their time doing things that they shouldn't.
Tetta would sleep with any male who offered her something in return. She would sleep with guys to get booze for them to drink, she would sleep with guys to get cigarettes, once, she even slept with a guy for money. Rachel wasn't like that, but Tetta did influence her some. When Rachel would spend the night at Tetta's house, she frequently slept in Tetta's brothers bed.
One day, Rachel went over to Tetta's in the afternoon. They spent awhile getting dressed up. Rachel's parents drew the line over clothes, so Rachel would wear Tetta's. They were slutty clothes, but they didn't make much sense most of the time. These girls were young, and their fashion sense was horrible. They figured that if it showed skin, it was sexy. They were right, and they were wrong. Sometimes they pulled off the look, but most of the time it was just plain weird.
That was certainly the case on this particular day. The girls each donned short shorts and tube tops, but from there their outfits went in a scary direction. Under the shorts, they wore panty hose. Bad enough, one would think, but they cut those panty hose off just above the knee. They made gloves of some sort out of the bottoms of the hose, and completed their looks with high heels. They looked like hookers, but hookers who were dressed by their crack baby children.
The girls, however, thought they looked damn good. They went out to walk around the neighborhood, their usual activity, and look for trouble. None of the neighborhood boys were to be found. They went up to one boy's house, but his mother answered the door and refused to let them in. She called them prostitutes and told them to leave her son alone.
They really couldn't find anything to do that day, so they walked up to the highway. Tetta talked Rachel into walking to the skating rink, though it was a good 5 mile walk. After a mile or so, Tetta started bitching about her feet hurting, and said they were going to hitch a ride the rest of the way.
Rachel had her doubts, but she didn't voice them. Tetta would have dismissed them anyway, as what Tetta wanted to do almost always was what they would do. Rachel cringed inside as Tetta stepped to the edge of the road and stuck up her thumb.
It didn't take long for a car to stop. The driver looked like Tetta's kind of guy. He looked to be somewhere in his late 20's, a little greasy, a little unhealthy, with scraggly long hair and a dangley silver cross earring. Of course, at the time, Rachel didn't think he looked too bad. He did look like most of the guys they hung out with, after all, and she liked some of those guys.
They got into the car, Tetta in the front seat, Rachel in the back. That car had seen better days. It was rusty on the outside, ripped up and musty on the inside. As Rachel put on her seat belt, she noticed that there were at least a dozen porno mags sitting on the seat beside her. She was a little disgusted, and didn't say a word.
Tetta didn't tell that guy to take them to the skating rink. She sat up in the front seat and told him that they didn't have anywhere to go. She was leaning over and touching his leg. He smiled at her, and asked her about "her friend." Tetta just grinned, turned around and raised her eyebrows at Rachel with a smirk.
Rachel cringed, but didn't say anything.
Rachel was 14 then, that summer that they spent all their time together, and Tetta was 13. They lived a couple of blocks away from each other, which might be a big part of why they were friends. But there were plenty of other people in the neighborhood that each of them could have been friends with, so there must have been other reasons.
Tetta came from a remarkable family. Her mother, a recovered anorexic, had no teeth. She wore dentures most of the time, but sometimes she didn't. Her father, and obese alcoholic, had a mouth like a sailor and talked dirty to all of Tetta's friends. She had an older sister no one had seen for years, a younger sister with untreated ADD, and a 16 year old brother who had dropped out of school. The whole family had weasely eyes and pointy noses.
Rachel's parents were not particularly happy with her being friends with Tetta, but they trusted their daughter to behave properly. Their trust was very misplaced. Rachel and Tetta spent most of their time doing things that they shouldn't.
Tetta would sleep with any male who offered her something in return. She would sleep with guys to get booze for them to drink, she would sleep with guys to get cigarettes, once, she even slept with a guy for money. Rachel wasn't like that, but Tetta did influence her some. When Rachel would spend the night at Tetta's house, she frequently slept in Tetta's brothers bed.
One day, Rachel went over to Tetta's in the afternoon. They spent awhile getting dressed up. Rachel's parents drew the line over clothes, so Rachel would wear Tetta's. They were slutty clothes, but they didn't make much sense most of the time. These girls were young, and their fashion sense was horrible. They figured that if it showed skin, it was sexy. They were right, and they were wrong. Sometimes they pulled off the look, but most of the time it was just plain weird.
That was certainly the case on this particular day. The girls each donned short shorts and tube tops, but from there their outfits went in a scary direction. Under the shorts, they wore panty hose. Bad enough, one would think, but they cut those panty hose off just above the knee. They made gloves of some sort out of the bottoms of the hose, and completed their looks with high heels. They looked like hookers, but hookers who were dressed by their crack baby children.
The girls, however, thought they looked damn good. They went out to walk around the neighborhood, their usual activity, and look for trouble. None of the neighborhood boys were to be found. They went up to one boy's house, but his mother answered the door and refused to let them in. She called them prostitutes and told them to leave her son alone.
They really couldn't find anything to do that day, so they walked up to the highway. Tetta talked Rachel into walking to the skating rink, though it was a good 5 mile walk. After a mile or so, Tetta started bitching about her feet hurting, and said they were going to hitch a ride the rest of the way.
Rachel had her doubts, but she didn't voice them. Tetta would have dismissed them anyway, as what Tetta wanted to do almost always was what they would do. Rachel cringed inside as Tetta stepped to the edge of the road and stuck up her thumb.
It didn't take long for a car to stop. The driver looked like Tetta's kind of guy. He looked to be somewhere in his late 20's, a little greasy, a little unhealthy, with scraggly long hair and a dangley silver cross earring. Of course, at the time, Rachel didn't think he looked too bad. He did look like most of the guys they hung out with, after all, and she liked some of those guys.
They got into the car, Tetta in the front seat, Rachel in the back. That car had seen better days. It was rusty on the outside, ripped up and musty on the inside. As Rachel put on her seat belt, she noticed that there were at least a dozen porno mags sitting on the seat beside her. She was a little disgusted, and didn't say a word.
Tetta didn't tell that guy to take them to the skating rink. She sat up in the front seat and told him that they didn't have anywhere to go. She was leaning over and touching his leg. He smiled at her, and asked her about "her friend." Tetta just grinned, turned around and raised her eyebrows at Rachel with a smirk.
Rachel cringed, but didn't say anything.