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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Summary: Trish is reunited with Darry.

Chapter 8: Reunion

As she neared the Poho Police Station, Trish muttered a
brief thanks for the clock on the building she knew could only be the City
Hall. Though her aching legs could
testify that she had pedaled as fast as she could, she still had feared she
would be too late. If what she had
planned stood a chance of working she needed to be at the station before her
other self made the call to her parents.
It was one of the only times she had left Darry�s side.

The clock, if it was accurate, told her she was on time.

Trish glided the bike into the Police Station�s parking lot
and jumped off of it. Rushing to the
parked Chevy Impala, she opened the back door and grabbed a handful of Darry�s
clothing which was still scattered across the seat and floor. Quietly and carefully, Trish headed for the
back of the building towards the exit door Jezelle had tried unsuccessfully to
lead them out of before. Trish
discovered the doors unlocked and the power still on inside the station. She managed to keep her grip on the laundry
while she stole inside.

This end of the station was dead even now. She heard the sounds of action and life
further on inside but it failed to reach to where she now stood. Trish was glad for this as well. She couldn�t risk being seen. Not now.

Moving closer to the main area, Trish heard voices.

�I�ll make the call okay?�

�Leave out the part about the monster will you?� a young man
said in reply.

Darry. Hearing his
voice, Trish�s heart jumped halfway up her throat. �You already think I�m crazy.
All I need is for Mom and Dad to come to the same conclusion.�

�I don�t think you�re crazy.�

�Yeah only because you finally saw that thing for yourself.�

There was a pause.
Trish remembered having not been able to argue.

�Well I just have to use the washroom first. Then I�ll call.�

�Hurry up though,� Darry said and Trish heard the fear in
that voice. The need and desire to not
be left alone.

�I will.�

Trish watched as her na�ve self walked down the hall towards
the washrooms. She peeked around the
corner and watches as Darry sat down on the bench outside the Police Chief�s
office. At first he stared blankly
ahead. Then suddenly he sighed and
brought both hands to his head. Trish
used the opportunity to rush past him and after herself, unobserved.

The poor frightened boy never saw her.

* * *

Darius Jenner held his head in his hands and tried to block
out the memory of what he�d seen in the Church basement but it was of no use. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw nothing
but bodies sewn to each other, their dead eyes staring hauntingly at him.

Darry believed he would see the sight of them for the rest
of his life. However long that was.

He pushed the thought away.
That thing, whatever it was, was plastered on the concrete outside of
the old lady�s house. Darry pictured
the woman�s cats wandering outside and feasting on their owner�s killer. It was both a disturbing and funny
thought. He didn�t like being left
alone to deal with such morbid contemplation which was verging on what a
character in a Lovecraft story faced.
Darry lifted his head and looked down the hallway. It was empty. Sighing again Darry prayed the Trish would soon return.

To further add to the �loveliness� of the day he had had to
contend with watching Trish check out the caveman of a cop who had been sent to
the diner to hear his story. He was
sorry the guy had died but he wasn�t too sorry. At least it mush have been quick seeing as though his head had
been cut right off. Darry guessed that
the moment the cop had come into the diner, Trish had probably measured him up
as the next jerk in line to date her.

His sister had lousy taste in men Darry knew. It was probably a bad idea to linger any
longer than necessary at the Police Station.
The cells were brimming with potential boyfriends for her to hook-up
with.

In truth, he also disliked the feeling of jealousy he had to
fight every time he saw Trish with some man.
He had tried to convince himself that it was nothing more than a sibling
inspired protectiveness. He was only
trying to save her from a vast world of predatory males he knew about since he
was a guy with his own desires. It was
hard to though when he was fully aware of just how often his desires centered
around Trish.

Desire was one thing.
Love was another.

There were times when Darry knew he had been in love with
Patricia Jenner since he could remember.

He recalled the time his friend Shane had commented on how
hot Trish was and he had so badly and desperately wanted to beat the living
shit out of the guy.

Darry had spent the whole of the week trying to reason away
that feeling before realizing that he couldn�t. He spent the rest of the week fiercely wishing that God hadn�t
made him a Jenner and Trish�s brother.

Trish had often ribbed him about his own choice of
girls. He went along with the teasing,
never telling her that smart girls like her never went for guys like him. Nor had he ever mentioned the one date he
had managed to get with a girl as smart as he knew his sister to be. If he had introduced her to the girl, Mary
or something starting with an M, Trish would have noticed how eerily familiar
she seemed. Her brown hair very long.
Her face reminiscent of someone�

All Trish would have had to do was look in the mirror to
know who it was.

But the date hadn�t gone well. Despite his sister�s teasing, Darry had been smart enough to
realize that there was only one girl he truly wanted.

There were bliss filled moments when he thought she felt the
same way about him. Times when they
touched each other or their eyes locked and he could almost believe that she
wanted or needed him just as much as he longed for her.

But his luck had never been all that great. It was probably
all in his imagination Darry often reprimanded himself. Whatever it was he was disconcertingly sure
of how he felt about her. He didn�t
date much these days. There wasn�t all
that much point in it when you were aware of who you were in love with. He couldn�t be unfaithful. Stupid or not he was loyal, something
Trish�s usual boyfriends weren�t, even if that loyalty meant he had to stand by
and watch the object of his undying affection drool over any asshole that crossed
her path.

Darry, who had been staring blankly at his sneakers raised
his head when he heard footsteps approaching.

Trish had returned from her washroom break, apparently
having used the opportunity to change into fresher clothing. She was wearing a much different outfit than
the last one she had been in. Darry
tried but for the life of him couldn�t remember her having brought a bag with
her.

It wasn�t the change in clothes that unnerved him as much as
the look on her face. She no longer
seemed as composed as before and had obviously been crying.

For a moment Darry was jealous, fearing that the tears were
for the deceased cop she barely knew but the notion quickly evaporated when
Trish stopped and stared at him. He
squirmed under the intensity of her gaze.

Suddenly she rushed towards him and threw her arms around
his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck. Unsure of how to react, Darry tentatively
touched the small of her back.

�I love you,� Trish whispered and then kissed him on his
cheek. It was an awkward position for
Darry to be thrown into so quickly after his previous thoughts. It was as if she had read his feelings or as
if God had finally answered his prayers.

Darry was about to tell her he loved her too when she firmly
grabbed his hand, stood and tried to pull him onto his own feet. �Come on,� she ordered.

�Wh-what?� Darry stammered.

�Come with me,� Trish repeated.

�You�re going to make the call?�

�No,� she answered still pulling on his hand has he
stood. �We�re getting out of here!�

�What about Mom and Dad?
Shouldn�t we tell them what�s going on?� he argued half heartedly.
He was still too busy trying to figure out what had caused the 360
degree turn in his sister�s usually orderly behaviour.

�Ignorance is bliss.
We�ll tell them when it�s all over. The sooner we get out of here the better. I don�t know how much time I bought us
already��

Darry ignored the last odd statement. He was still half drunk on the affection she
had bestowed on him before her impulse for flight.

Trish let go of Darry�s hand and he followed her past the
Cop behind the front desk. �We need
some fresh air,� Darry feebly
explained. It was partly true. After the dizzying effect of Trish�s embrace
he did feel the need for some fresh air.

He found Trish standing in the parking lot looking
determinedly at the empty street ahead of her.

�Aren�t we taking your car?� he asked casting a quick glance to where the vehicle sat.

�It�s dead,� Trish stated, her voice flat but unfazed.

�Dad is going to kill us.�

�Who cares?� Trish stated.

The steely look on her face convinced Darry of the sincerity
of her words. If she didn�t care than
neither did he. �So what do we do now?�

Trish turned and offered him a tiny smile. �We wait.�

Her smile was contagious and Darry grinned back at her.

They didn�t have long to wait. A patrol car soon appeared driving towards the station. Trish led Darry behind one of the already
parked vehicles. Hiding in the shadows,
Darry noticed that another car was closely following the other one. Both cars pulled into the lot. A cop stepped out of the patrol car, opened
the back door and pulled out a hand- cuffed man from the back seat. The other car, a Chevy of some sort, parked
next to the car it had been following.
Another policeman exited from that car and rushed over to catch up with
his co worker.

Once the three men had disappeared into the building, Trish
stood and hurried towards the Chevy Nova.

�What are you doing?�
Darry asked.

�I�m hoping they left the keys in the ignition. They seemed too busy with that guy. Besides who�d steal a car parked right
outside a police station especially one that looks like this?�

�No one, Trish, that would be dumb. So why are we going to be the first?�

She seemed to be fighting inwardly with herself. �Please Darry. Trust me. We have to get
out of here.�

Once again it was the tone of her voice and his complete
faith in her that urged Darry to believe her.
He asked no more questions but instead opened the car door and sat down
on the passenger seat.

Trish sat beside him smiling brightly as she saw the car
keys hanging from the ignition as she had hoped. �Told you.�

�I never said I doubted you,� Darry reminded her. �You�re sanity at the moment maybe but��

Trish started the car.
As she drove it out of the parking lot, something crunched under the
tires. Darry was too busy looking
behind them to see what had made the sound to notice the black woman driving
towards the Poho County police station they had just left.

�We just squashed somebody�s bike,� he said turning to face
Trish.. �Add destruction of property to our car theft charge.�

�Don�t worry,� Trish said.
�No one owns it. Not anymore.�

Darry stared at his sister.
She turned to look at him and gave a little laugh.

�Weirdo,� he said jokingly.

�Pervert,� she threw back.

�Psycho.�

�Sicko.�

�Ha! Too close to
psycho!� Darry shouted. He waited for her to argue with him and was
stunned when she didn�t. To admit
defeat so quickly in the name game, especially on something Darry wasn�t sure was
valid, was not like the Trish he knew.

Darry brought a hand to his hair. For the first time he noticed the thick, red, sticky substance
coating it. He looked over at his
sister�s hands and saw that they were redder than his own. Blood was smeared over the steering wheel.

�Trish�� he said and lightly touched the hand closest to
him.

�Oh that,� she said her voice trying too hard to be
unconcerned and strong.

�Are you okay?�

�I�m fine,� she insisted.
�I just cut myself in the washroom that�s all.�
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Chapter 8: Reunion