Rocky Mountain "Hi"
Keywords: Rocky, "Hi", Mountain,
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Emily pulled her cell phone out of her purse, but frowned when the no signal light came on.
"No, I just need to get to a phone. I came down here with him and don't have a ride back to Syracuse."
"Got someone you can call?"
"Yes."
The old man reached into his pocket and brought out a handful of quarters. He put them in Emily's hand and pointed toward the back.
"Payphone's by the ladies' room."
"Thank you," Emily said, impulsively hugging the man. He smiled awkwardly and patted her hand. After she let go of him, he turned back to Keith.
"You so much as look crossways at her, boy, and you'll wish your Yankee ass was back in Noo-Yark," the old fellow said as he and his friends sat back down.
Emily made her way back to the bathrooms and found a dilapidated payphone. She put three quarters in and dialed the number on the back of the card Dee had given her. It rang three times before someone picked up.
"Yeah?" an unfamiliar voice said.
"Umm..."
"Spit it out," the voice replied impatiently when Emily hesitated.
"I'm looking for Dee," she managed.
"No shit? I thought you were looking for the President of the United States. 'Course you're looking for Dee, this is her cell, but who the fuck are you and why do you want to talk to her?"
"I'm Emily... and she told me to call if..."
"Hang on," the voice interrupted. The woman must have held the phone away from her mouth, but Emily distinctly heard her when she called out. "Hey, Dee, some bitch named Emily, should I hang up on her?"
After a few seconds, Dee's voice came over the line.
"Hey, kiddo, what's up?"
"Who was that?"
"Oh, Hetty?" Dee said with a chuckle. "She's one of the girls, hates phones. She can be a real bitch sometimes, but she's got a heart of gold. So, what's up? Why ya callin?"
"Keith hit me, tonight. He's drunk and abusive. I don't have anywhere to stay and no ride home. I didn't have anyone else to call."
"Hit you? Like slapped you?" Dee said, her voice taking on a hard edge.
"No, he punched me."
"Where are you?" the biker replied, her voice like ice.
"Johnny K's, in the quarter," Emily said.
"Do you know your way around?"
"No, I can't even get back to the motel, we took a cab," she replied.
"Listen, I'm on my way. You just stay put and I'll meet you," Dee said.
"I can't stay here, Dee. Some nice man stopped him from hurting me, but Keith and them are still here and I don't feel safe."
"All right girl, you got a pen and paper handy?"
A few seconds later, once Emily had found them in her small bag, Dee gave her directions to Jackson Square.
"It's late and kinda dangerous to be out walking alone, you be careful," was the last thing Dee said before she hung up.
Emily made her way across the bar and out the front door. She noticed Keith and her friends were gone, but couldn't waste time. She just had to get out of that place. As she walked away from the crowds on Bourbon, the streets became emptier and quieter. A couple of times she thought she heard footsteps behind her, but when she turned there was nothing.
She was actually within sight of the tall steeple of the old cathedral when she heard a rush of feet and was slammed hard to the pavement. A hand over her mouth muffled her scream and she only got a glimpse of Keith's rage-contorted face, before she was dragged through an alley and into a deserted parking lot. Rachel and Donna were there, terrified and helpless, and Burt and the Goat were both leering at her.
"Gimme a hand with the bitch," Keith hissed as Emily cleared the cobwebs from her head and began to struggle. Emily got part of Keith's hand in her mouth and bit down until she tasted blood. He cursed and jerked his hand away. Emily only got a partial call for help out before Burt delivered a brutal backhanded slap that made her see stars. She was only vaguely aware of Goat ripping her halter off and could do little to stop him from starting on her jeans, because Keith still held her arms pinioned behind her back.
"Think you're gonna embarrass me and then just walk away scot free, bitch? Do ya? Think you can tell people I'm no good in bed? I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are," He screamed. "Then I'm gonna let the guys have a turn, and then you can suck your way back to school, you cunt. There's gonna be some changes with us. No fucking bitch walks out on me!" His voice was so shrill it covered the noise of the nearly idling motor that was approaching from the direction of Jackson Square.
Suddenly a single harsh light came on and illuminated them all. A soft, feminine chuckle echoed, as the darkened figure put the kickstand down and dismounted from the motorcycle.
"What's so funny, bitch?" Keith shouted. Emily could see his face now, could read in his wild eyes that he had been hitting the amphetamines.
"You three limp-dicked white boys thinking you got a prayer of pleasing a woman like that," the figure replied. Emily groaned when she recognized Dee's voice.
"Get on your fucking bike and scram, unless you want to join her," Keith snarled.
"Oh, I'm going to join her all right, in my bed. I'm only going to say it once, you little piece of shit, get your hands off my bitch," Dee said, her voice going from amused too deadly serious in the space of that one sentence.
"Your bitch?" Keith said quizzically, and then turned his face back to his captive. "So that's it? You been eating pussy on the way down here? Hell, fucking you will be doing you a favor," he laughed, joined by Goat and Burt. "Why don't you two go take care of her friend," he continued. "There'll be plenty left here when I'm done."
Burt and Goat started towards Dee, and Emily struggled to get free. More than anything, she didn't want the tall woman hurt.
"Always wanted to try some dark meat," Burt said as he cracked his knuckles. Goat giggled hysterically and moved in on Dee.
The tall black woman was still laughing quietly to herself, but stopped when the two men got close. Burt and Goat were almost on her when she exploded into action. One second she was standing there, calm and quiet. The next she was a whirling dervish, lashing out with a two-foot long section of bike chain she had been concealing under her jacket. Burt screamed the most horrible scream Emily had ever heard when the whirling chain caught him across the face and laid his cheek open to the bone. A well-placed kick to Goat's privates tore a high-pitched screech out of him. The lashing chain caught him across the nose, and a fountain of blood went up in the stark illumination of the headlight. Just like that, the Goat was out of it.
Dee turned her fury on Burt, then, and the chain landed again and again. Emily heard ribs crack and bones break and, in a few short seconds, the big man was a bleeding ball on the ground, curled up in a fetal position, and whimpering pitifully. Emily realized that Dee must have seen him slap her, and if she hadn't been so worried about herself, she might have felt pity for him when Dee began to kick him viciously with her heavy boots. There was a terrible sound, as one of her kicks broke more ribs, and then Dee stopped.
She turned to Keith and chuckled again. It was a strange laugh, outwardly almost amused, but Emily could sense the rage it was hiding.
"Amateurs. My first bitch could have taken all three of you and she was a pure-dee bit of fluff."
Keith was still holding Emily's arms behind her, but his breathing was ragged and she realized he was actually scared. She could smell the alcohol and sweat, but mostly, she could smell his fear, and it sickened her.
"I believe I already told you once, boy-bitch, get your hands off my woman."
Keith released her arms and Emily ran to Dee. The tall woman's arm went around her waist and held her close. Keith took the opportunity to turn and run the other way. Dee made no move to stop him, now she had her girl, and dropped the bloody chain.
"You all right, baby?" Dee asked, her voice suddenly soft and concerned. Emily just started to sob. She was embarrassed by her tears, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't tell if the sobs were relief, gratitude, or fear, and it didn't really matter. With Dee's strong arm around her, she felt safe; she knew that nothing could hurt her now.
Dee whispered endearments to her ear as she guided the smaller girl over to her bike. She picked Emily up and sat her on the seat, and then she opened her saddlebag to retrieve a small military-style first-aid kit. The big woman removed her heavy jacket and helped Emily into it, partially zipping the front to cover her bare chest. She then cleaned up the cuts with a tenderness that was touching. Emily was racked by sobs and shaking. Dee pulled out a syringe and deftly injected something into her arm. When she was done, she put the first-aid kit away, pulled out the pink helmet, and helped Emily put it on, before mounting up and driving away, the last thing Emily saw was Rachel and Donna, kneeling over their boyfriends.
Dee said little during that ride, and Emily was grateful for the silence. Her heartbeat finally slowed, and the last of her tears fell. By the time Dee pulled up in front of a big building with graffiti all over, Emily was feeling very drowsy. Dee picked her up in her arms and carried her through the front door.
She saw a lot of women, some in leathers, and others in little bits of nothing. Some were playing pool and others were sitting around a bong surrounded by a wreath of smoke. A radio was blasting, but she didn't hear what it was playing. All the images were disjointed; her vision seemed fuzzy, soft around the edges, like a love scene on TV. Dee didn't slow down to let her take stock of the place, but carried her upstairs and to a small room, where she gently placed Emily on a king-sized bed.
"What did you give me?" Emily mumbled as she slumped over on her side.
"Just relax, baby, it's nothing bad. Just a strong sedative to let you rest," Dee said as she pulled Emily back up and helped her out of the jacket.
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Keywords: Rocky, "Hi", Mountain,