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"Looks like she caught us.."
Nicole watches as her plan for revenge comes to fruition, smirking as her friend stands there aghast, the girl's Father's lips wrapped around her foot.
Maybe that entitled bitch will realize how you shouldn't keep shit like this from your bestie, especially when said bestie's only source of income is stealing shit and hocking it on eBay.
Letting out a dark chuckle, she watches her friend run away from the consequences of her own actions.
She fucked up
The satisfaction of revenge is put on pause, however, when she hears the girl run into someone with an, "Oomph," confusion taking its place when Jecka acknowledges them.
"Emily what the fuck?!"
Emily?
Emily pushes Jecka to the side as she takes her space in the door way
"You're fucking cheating on me?!" Emily shouts, absolutely livid.
The remnants of Nicole's smug demeanor seep out of her, leaving only confusion in its absence.
"Emily what the fuck? We aren't fucking together," Nicole responds, her feet still occupying her friend's dad's mouth
Emily looks between Nicole and Jecka's father.
"Not you, you homewrecking whore!" The revelation catches Nicole off guard, as does Jecka's father sitting up, leaving the brunette to clumsily fall to the side.
"Whuh, honey I can explain-"
"No one fucking cheats on me!" Emily shouts, fuming.
"Hey now, you can't raise your voice at me like that! I'll beat your fucking teeth in!"
Nicole shimmies back to the side of the bed, not knowing what to do at the outbursts occurring around her. This wasn't in her plan!
"Oh hell naw, you can't fucking talk to me like that you old ass gringo!" Despite the aggressive retort Emily leaves the room.
It isn't long, however, till she returns, an aluminum bat in hand and a crazed look in her eyes that reminded Nicole of when the scene girl threatened her own mother.
Oh.. oh no, SHE fucked up, is this really how she is going to go out? Beat to death by hotter Avril Lavigne, her best friend's father's saliva still coating her foot??
Looking to said man she watches the look of rage drain out of his face as the man spots the bat
"Wait what the hell are you doing with that!?"
Emily maintains intimidating levels of eye contact with the man as she levels the bat to point at Nicole
"You better fucking leave before I beat the shit out of you too!"
Nicole doesn't have to be told twice, the girl almost tripping over herself as she runs past, bedroom door being slammed behind her.
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Nicole is met with a rush of cool air as she makes it out the front door. Her path, however, is blocked by a group of familiar men on the lawn.
"Oh hey Nicole! Cute feet!" that fucking creep Jeffrey remarks.
The men with him all nod along sagely as they ogle her
Following their combined gaze downwards, she realizes that in her rush to escape, she left her socks and shoes upstairs.
fuck, my tits are up here guys
Being ogled at for her tits or ass is one thing, that's just life as a woman in this world, something she is used to at this point but this foreign feeling unnerves her
"Yeah.. I'm not doing this" Nicole says slamming the front door, locking it, she'd rather face Emily than those guys.
"Fuck.. I can't leave without my shit.."
Rather than sitting in the dark living room to await Emily's wrath alone, Nicole braves the trek to Jecka's room
As she passes by the closed door of the room she was in earlier, the sound of crashing, shouting, and tings of an aluminum bat can be heard, causing Nicole to pick up her pace and rush past. quickly opening and closing the door to Jecka's room
Having made it to relative safety she rests her back on the door, catching her breath
"Holy fuck you were right I never want to be on her bad si--"
Nicole's words catch in her mouth as her gaze lands on her friend.
There on the bed Jecka sat, shirtless, bawling her eyes out as she fumbles with the pill bottle in her hand, her hold of the bottle growing even more erratic after noticing Nicole enter.
Before Jecka manages to get the bottle to her mouth Nicole manages to rush to her side slapping the bottle out of her hand, pills scattering everywhere.
"Jecka what the fuck are you doing!"
She shouts, struggling to hold her friend down as the girl scrambles to down any of the pills in her proximity.
"What do you think I'm doing?! I'm trying to kill myself!"
Jecka manages to shout out between sobs, eventually the blonde stops struggling and goes limp under her 'friend'
"I mean no fucking duh but over me getting payback???"
"Your feet were in my dad's MOUTH Nicole!"
Fuck, I wanted to get back at Jecka, not make her fucking kill herself. Damage control, Nicole, damage control
"Yeah? So what, it's not like he was one of your clients, you know the ones you didn't share" Nicole remarks trying to down play the situation.
"That's not the point! He's my dad!"
"Yeah and he's just like every other fucking guy, some fucking pervert who threatens to beat the shit out of you for anything you do Jecka. If it uh makes you feel any better.. I'm... sorry?" Nicole grimaces as she manages to say the last word
"You're sorry?! For putting your foot in my dad's mouth, after calling ME the foot whore?!"
"Well.. no, I'm sorry I made you want to kill yourself I mean."
"Do you not understand how an extreme that fucking response is?!? I thought that shit with Megan was extreme, but it was Megan whatever, she wouldn't do anything like that to me, I'm her friend!"
"She deserved it, but I also did her a favor! I showed her the type of guy she was actually dating, some cheating white boy who punches dry wall and will skeet on anything if a girl such as looks his way"
"And I deserved it too? Are you going to tell me you did me a favor as well?! I didn't want to tell you because I have to pay the fucking bills around here Nicole!!"
"Bitch! You didn't help me when my bitch mother kicked me out, you knew I was doing top favors to make money back then, to survive, do you know how easier it would have been if I knew I could fucking step on creeps faces to get by instead of what I actually did?!"
"I-i"
"And here comes Jecka, ashamed of being called a foot whore as if men don't call women whores for any fucking little thing. Keeping this shit to herself..."
"You think I would do that to your dad for fucking free?"
" 'Oh look at me I'm Nicole, I know Jecka's dad likes me so I'll get back at her by doing this for free. The revenge alone is enough to sustain me. I get by fine selling shoplifted shit on ebay.'" Nicole says in a mocking voice.
"I do not sound like that!"
"So yeah, I did do you a favor, a fucking wake up call. He has you working your ass.. feet off yet still can afford to pay top dollar for me to shove my foot in his mouth. I'm not the one you should be upset at! He's just threatening you so you can financially replace your mom as the subservient bitch who pays for shit around here. I'M not the one you should be mad at here!"
Jecka tries to hold her glare only to falter, settling on staring at the space between them.
"He does call mom a free loading whore all the fucking time for how much she fucking paid for shit around here."
"See? This is a wakeup call. You don't have to take that shit"
Jecka just rolls her tear-stained eyes
"Wow how empowering, thank you so much Nicole" She responds, tone dripping with sarcasm.
"No problem, that's what friends do, they help each other" Nicole smiles as she emphasizes the word.
"Fine, fucking whatever, foot whores have to stick together," Jecka continues to respond sarcastically
"You can stick your feet in my dad if it will make you feel any better."
"Ewww fuck no I'm not putting my feet into some dead dudes rotting mouth!"
"Oh there wouldn't be a mouth to put it in, with how.. you know."
Jecka watches Nicole mime putting a gun to her head and pulling the trigger.
"So what you want me to step on your father's fucking grave???"
"No, we had him cremated so you can like, just stick your foot in the urn."
"Fine Nicole, I'll stick my foot in your dad's fucking ashes. That will totally make me feel better about all of this and solve all my issues with MY dad. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!"
Before Nicole could respond, Jecka's door flies open. Emily is standing in the door way, Nicole's shoes in one hand and a bloodied, dented aluminum bat in the other.
The two girls just gawk at the scene girl who tosses the shoes to Nicole, sending a glare her way.
Turning to face Jecka, however, the girl's face seems to turn.. apologetic? as faint whimpers of pain echo from behind her.
"Honey.. I don't want to upset you.. but your father and I have decided to see other people." The scene girl says with no lack of credulity.
"You could stay at my place" Nicole manages to say, still gawking at Emily.
"Yeah okay whatever lets get the fuck out of here."
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"So you didn't have to move out?"
"Nah, after the beating Emily gave him, Mom was able to win the house in the divorce,. Guess it's hard to threaten someone when you're laying in the hospital on a ventilator," Jecka responds, taking a drag of her cigarette.
"See everything worked out for the better in the end. Again, your welcome"
"Yeah... thanks again..."
"Oh yeah What ever happened to those creeps following you home?"
"Oh they stopped showing up after Emily scared them away enough times.
"What the fuck is she still doing there?"
"My mom"
"Huh?"
"MY MOM NICOLE, SHES FUCKING MY MOM!"
"Woah, that's a twist I didn't see coming."
"If gay marriage wasn't illegal she'd be my step mom at this fucking point!"
"Ehh, it's fine. It can't last forever can it?"
"And if it does Nicole?"
"Beats your dad, then."
"She sure did.. why do I have to be surrounded on all sides by crazy bitches..."
"I'll take a crazy bitch over a murder rapist pedophile guy any day."
"Yayy feminism.."
"Nicoleism," the brunette corrects as she hands her cigarette to Jecka, free hands grabbing for the expensive camera sitting between them.
Working the lens cap off Nicole aims the camera at her friend’s foot.
"Okay, now spread them toes."
Jecka doesn't hesitate to do so, focusing on other stuff like smoking as Nicole starts snapping picture after picture of the blonde's foot.
Nicole motions for Jecka to continue, and Jecka just taps away at her phone as she rotates her foot in different positions.
Finally, Jecka speaks up.
"It's not as much, but not having to pay for my dad's shit or seeing those fucking freaks in person anymore makes this beyond the better option."
"Yeah. If they are going to sexualize us anyways, might as well get paid for it in cash, not trauma."
Jecka just nods along in agreement.
"Anyways here, take mine" Nicole says, sliding the camera to Jecka.
"Yeah, okay."
Cigarette in hand, Jecka looks around the room.
"Bitch where's your ash tray, I'm a foot whore--"
"Sexworker"
Jecka ignores Nicole's interruption, continuing.
"I'm a foot sex worker I'm not going to add trashy to the mix by ashing on your fucking floor," the blonde motions around.
Nicole's response is to motion to Jecka's other foot, the one ankle deep in an overturned jar of ash.
"You're fucked up Nicole," the blonde comments, not hesitating to tap her cigarette and add to the pile.