Under Her Bed - Part 3
by subby
Patricia has her mock trial and makes me come to her volleyball game. Then I have to take her and her friends to celebrate.  


Patricia's Point of View

After being driven to school, I did my lipstick, then as I instructed my
brother to pick me up at 3, I kissed him on the forehead, taking the excess
lipstick from my mouth instead of using a tissue.  I also did it to drive
him further into my authority, and not because I wanted anything to do with
him.  Then I walked to class.  Roxanne and Rebekah (two twin girls I play
volleyball with) saw me all dressed up and came up to me, saying "You look
great!" They were just as tall as I was, but they loved my outfit.  "You're
going to kill them in the mock trial." said Rebekah.  "Thank you." I said.

We all walked to class; they had the social studies class next to mine, so I
said goodbye and walked into my class.  I saw the guys' mouths drop open
when I walked over to my seat.  I sat down and the class started.  The trial
went really well.  I was pitted against the teacher, who was the defense,
and I was the prosecutor.  I towered over the defendant as I questioned
him... and his reaction was almost one of shock, which made the jury (fellow
classmates) decide to side with me.  My outfit probably helped that also.  

When class was over, I met Roxanne and Rebekah after class and we talked
about tonight's game.  I told them I needed some help teaching my shrimp
brother a lesson.  They asked why, but since I said I would not tell anybody
if he was my slave, I didn't feel right telling them about what he did.  And
besides, why risk giving up my own personal servant?  So I just said, "Just
trust me, please?  We can do anything we want to him, trust me on this one."
Roxanne said, "Okay, we can plan something at lunch."  

After school, I waited for 20 minutes for that stupid brother of mine to
pick me up.  It was 3:20, and I had told him to be here at 3.  I was going
to have to teach him that was not nice to be late, especially when it came
to me.  Then I saw his car pull up.  I waited, and he scurried around to
open his back door for me.  While sitting in his car, I noticed there was a
bag in the back from the hardware store.  I took the liberty of opening it
up, and saw a locking doorknob in it.  I casually asked him, "Are you
returning this because it didn't work?"  He was quiet for a moment, and
said, "Patricia, I had three classes today and two tests.  I didn't have
time to put it in for you yet."  I thought for a moment, and then said, "I
am disappointed with you.  Not only are you late, but you also did not do
what I told you to do." He stayed quiet, and I thought I saw him wipe away a
tear, so I changed topics: "Our Volleyball game is at 6.  I need to change
and you need to finish what I told you to finish. Understand me?"  I opened
the locking doorknob package and took out the keys, then put them on my key
ring. 

When we got home, I took my shoes off, and put them into my closet.  I
called for my brother to bring the doorknob in and install it before I took
anything else off.  He brought it up to my room, and began installing it as
I read the instructions to him.  He probably knew how to do it without them,
but I couldn't resist authoritative talk during the procedure.  I stood
there, with my arms crossed, while he finished up.  He was inside my room
and when he was done, I grabbed him by the hair, and twisted his head so he
had to look up at me.  I asked him, "Are you ever going to disobey what I
tell you to do you again?"  He said, "Ow, that hurts... please stop."  I
twisted harder, then said, "Answer my question."  He looked up at me and
said he would do exactly what I told him to do.  I wasn't finished with him
yet, so I twisted his hair the other way and asked, "And that includes being
late."  I pulled him up then shoved him out of my room, saying, "We will be
leaving in an hour for my game.  Be ready."  Then I locked my door.  



My point of View Part 3

I had picked up the doorknob for sis, but I was lazy and didn't get a chance
to install it on her door.  I went to my classes, my head dizzy with the
morning events.  I couldn't think, and I didn't do too well on a test I
took.  I left my junior college campus and went to pick up Patricia.  I
stopped to get a couple of tacos to munch on, and then headed over to her
school.  As I looked at my watch, I thought, "Oh S... its past 3!"  I
stepped on it to get to her school. 
  
When I pulled in, I saw her standing there, hands on her hips, with a look
on her face that frightened me.  She just stood there, then I realized that
she expected me to open her door.  I got out quickly and jogged around the
car to open the door for her.  Then I started driving.  I was trying to
think of a way to tell Patricia that I didn't replace her doorknob.   

Oh damn... I left the hardware bag in the back seat! I heard her open the
bag and then she asked me about it.  I tried to think of something to say...
so I lied.  I told her I had classes and tests.  She sounded angry with me,
and I felt guilty, and almost like crying, due to the events of the day.
Then she told me her plans for her game, and I knew what I would be doing
that evening. We entered the driveway and I parked the car. Again, I went
and opened the door for sis, and then followed her into the house.  I went
to my room, but soon heard her call me to put the locking doorknob on her
door.  I grabbed a screwdriver and the new doorknob (damn, I didn't take one
those keys like I had planned) and went to her room.  

Sis was ordering me around about how to put the thing in, but I just kind of

tuned her out, and just finish the job.  When I was done, I felt a lot of
pain as my hair was pulled and I was forced to look at her.  I promised to
listen to her from now on, and also to never be late again.  She kicked me
out of her room... so I went to mine and sulked, waiting to go to the
volleyball game.  I just sat there thinking about the events of the day...
and about the upcoming game.  

After an hour, Patricia knocked on my door and I jumped up to get the door,
but she walked in and said, "Are you ready to go?  Let's go."  I grabbed my
keys, and we walked downstairs.  My father and stepmom saw us leaving, and
were impressed that I was going to my sister's game.  They thought this was
a great way for us to be closer, but they didn't know what was going on.
"Have fun kids." was all they said as we walked out the door. 

I opened the door for her, and she stepped in.  She was wearing jeans, and a

girl's t-shirt.  We drove to her school.  I parked the car, and after
opening her door for her, we saw two of her friends.  "Hi Roxanne!  Hi
Rebekah!"  I saw the two girls, and they were even taller than my sister!
Rebekah walked up to me, looked down at me and then said to Patricia, "He
really is a shrimp isn't he?"  Then Roxanne said, "Thanks for coming to our
game, you little shrimp."  I felt humiliated as the three girls escorted me
to the gym for the game. 

I waited in the stands, with the rest of the spectators.  There wasn't very
many of us, mostly a bunch of parents, it seemed.  I watched the game, which
actually wasn't bad.  I saw my sister destroy the other team with spikes and
her serve. And Roxanne and Rebekah assisted in the destruction of their
opponent.  I was impressed with how they jumped and dove and dug out the
ball, showing me how athletic they were.  After the game, I waited patiently
for Patricia to come out.  When she came out, she was with Roxanne and
Rebekah, and they came up to me, stood over me and Patricia said, "We are
going out to celebrate. So you will be taking us out for pizza."  I just
weakly said, "That was a good game."  Then the girls took me by the arms and
escorted me to the car.  As I opened the door for all of them, Roxanne
walked around to the other side, so I had to open her door too.  I felt
really weird driving with all of these girls in the back seat, and I asked  
where they wanted to go.  Patricia told me which place to go to, and we
drove off. 

During the drive... the girls were laughing and talking and not paying
attention to me.  But at one point, Patricia said, "We have a surprise for
you after pizza."  Then they all giggled, and I wondered what she meant by
that.  I was very nervous and tried to keep my eyes on the road.       


End of Part 3