Two teen-agers sat in a Volvo perched on the shoulder of Mulholland Drive, several hundred feet above the San Fernando Valley floor, barely aware of the police sirens blaring in the distance or a man shouting for them to move. The boy, whom I'll call Mitch, was eighteen years old and knew that the girl, whom I'll call Lisa, wanted him. Lisa was just a couple of notches outside the cool crowd at North Hollywood High. She was the last person to be cut from the cheerleading squad and the first to be forgotten for any important party. She was a virgin at seventeen, and even though she had inherited many of her beautiful mother's features, they simply didn't work for her yet. She was tall, skinny and flat chested with stringy brown hair and a slight case of acne.
It didn't matter to Lisa that her father didn't like or trust Mitch and had forbidden her from seeing him. Her parents had become insanely overprotective since she tried to kill herself two years ago by swallowing a bottle of her mother's Valium. But she had been punished enough for that one mistake -- the summer in the sanitarium, the ongoing weekly sessions with her shrink, and the constant fear that the kids at school would find out about it. So if Mom and Dad insisted on acting like jailers, she had no choice but to go behind their backs.
The only important thing to Lisa at this moment was that Mitch was a starting tackle for the North Hollywood High Huskies, he was one of the popular kids, and he had blessed her with a date. She knew that tackle wasn't one of the glamour positions, and as a boy she could take him or leave him. But he WAS a Husky, was in the in-crowd, and he was her entrée into the world of cool.
Besides, he was also one of the only boys at North Hollywood taller than her.
Lisa knew exactly why Mitch had brought her up to this desolate spot on the top of Mulholland Drive, and she had every intention of going through with it. Mitch had done his part, she felt, had taken her to a decent restaurant and a chick flick. All she had to do was pay up and her days of high school drudgery would be over.
But in the end she couldn't go through with it. It's not that she expected romance in the front seat of a Volvo, but a little light necking before plunging into the deed might have been helpful. Instead, Mitch simply pulled up to the canyon edge, threw the gear stick into park and pounced on her, his tongue jamming into her mouth long before their lips touched, his hand racing up under her shirt while she was still gagging from the tongue. She was no longer thinking about high school, no longer caring about the in-crowd. She simply knew that this was wrong, even more wrong than suicide.
"Let's chill for a bit," she told Mitch, careful not to offend her ticket into the world she craved.
"Oh Lisa, I'm way passed chilling," Mitch told her as he forced his tongue into her ear. "I gotta have you or I'll explode."
"But I don't want to," she said, totally grossed out by the slobbering hound.
"Of course you do," he said as he pushed his body on top of her. "You wouldn't have come up here if you didn't want to," he added as he grabbed her inner thighs with his abnormally large hands and yanked her legs apart like a chicken bone.
"No, stop, please," she said, cautiously adding, "But don't worry, I'll tell everyone at school we did it."
"So will I," he smiled. "Because by then we will have done it. So just lie back and enjoy the ride."
"No!" she screamed and slapped him across the face.
"Don't be such a geek!" he yelled back, using the weight of his body to keep her pinned while his hands tore her panties clean off of her. "You're gonna like it!"
And the more she struggled, the rougher he got. Her legs felt numb with the pain of resistance. She knew she could never match the strength of this hulking boy, and she seemed to resign herself to the inevitable.
"Come here," she said softly, pursing her lips.
"What?"
"Come here," she continued even softer, sexier, slowly licking her lips.
"You are nuts," Mitch laughed as he lowered his mouth towards hers once again.
Then she bit down on his nose, breaking the skin.
Mitch yelped in pain as his body shot back up and his hands automatically flew to his bleeding face. Her hands freed, Lisa used all her strength to punch straight up at his balls. Mitch screamed again as this time his hands flew down to his aching groin.
"I said no, it's no!" she screamed as she opened the car door above her head and quickly wriggled out from under him.
"You bitch!" he yelled back, grabbing onto her skirt to stop her from leaving.
She kicked at him with her free legs, clawed at him with her sharp nails but he wouldn't let go. Her skirt tore in two as she fell out of the car, onto the ground, landing on her head. She scurried to her feet as fast as she could, but Mitch leaped out of the Volvo after her and grabbed her shirt, which ripped down the back.
Mitch was barely out of the car, when, bam!
From out of nowhere, an early nineties pick-up truck barreled into the Volvo at full speed and rammed it over the cliff! The wind and the shock knocked Mitch clear off his feet as the ominous pickup followed the Volvo down over the mountain's edge.
The boy turned pale. His lips moved, but no words came out. Lisa could only watch incredulously as the car and truck sailed across the Valley night sky before making contact with the canyon wall. The two vehicles then seemed to merely ride driverless down the hill. Then, one after the other, they hit the same tiny protrusion which caused their rears to topple over their fronts. One hit a rock and bounced. The other hit the first and spiraled diagonally downwards. On and on they went, toppling and bouncing, bouncing and toppling, as each new flip caused more pieces of metal to splinter off their chassis. One by one, they landed on their roofs with a thud.
The pickup exploded within a second of impact as it lit up the smoggy LA sky. The Volvo sparked and sputtered for an additional second or two before it joined its automotive colleague and burst into flames itself. The flames from each combined to light up the sky in a spectacular burst of red and brown. Anyone within twenty miles of the Valley flats could see it and could only assume it to be a late night Independence Day celebration.
Lisa was simply in awe of what could only be considered the miracle that had saved her. She never would have wriggled out of the car had Mitch not tried to rape her -- in which case she'd be dead by now.
But she saw the terror in her date's eyes, and she knew she had to appease him.
"Don't be mad at me," she begged Mitch. "I'll still tell everyone we did it."
Mitch looked at her in disbelief. Didn't she get it?
Then he threw up.
From out of the darkness a man appeared, running towards them. He had big cuts and bruises all over his head and body, and he reeked of alcohol. He was out of breath, and sweating in terror from the almost fatal collision he had caused.
"Are you okay?" Robby panted.
Neither Lisa nor Mitch recognized Robby because they were only nine and ten when his show was cancelled, and barely alive when it first aired. "School, Sweet School" was still too new to play on "Nick at Nite," yet too old for the high school crowd to adopt as their own. To them, Robby was just the drunk who almost killed them.
"Are you all right?" he asked again.
"No, we're not!" shrieked Mitch, still shaking. "What the fuck'd you do?"
"I'm so sorry," Robby began.
"You freak!" Mitch ranted on. "Look what you did to my Dad's car!"
"I'm sorry," Robby tried again. "I'll pay for..."
Then the squad car pulled up and two twenty-something uniforms jumped out.
"What happened here?" asked the first.
"This crazy drunk tried to kill us!" shrieked Mitch. "Look what he did to my father's car!"
"I'm sorry, Officers, I'll pay for the car," Robby began when the second cop stopped him.
"Have you been drinking?" he asked.
In all the commotion, Robby had forgotten about his initial plan, and he had to do some fast thinking. The kids were all right, and the boy's father would certainly enjoy the brand new car Robby's insurance would buy him. As far as he could see, all that he was really guilty of was the D.U.I. he had wanted in the first place.
Robby realized this couldn't have gone better if he had planned it this way.
"Don't talk to me like that, you bastard," Robby slurred, reprising the role of drunken asshole. "Do you know who I am? Do you have any fucking idea of who I am? I'm Robby Rockman! So go away, you minimum wage civil servant."
"You're the Mr. Bell guy," realized the Officer.
"In the flesh," bragged Robby. "Want my autograph?"
He reached into his pants pocket, presumably to take out a pen or pad, then accidentally-on-purpose dropped the baggie of cocaine.
"Oops," he slurred. "That's not mine. Do you believe me?"
A news van charged up onto the dirt patch, and a handsome woman reporter and a grungy cameraman jumped out before it even came to a full stop.
"What took you so long?" Robby said to them. "You missed the whole damn explosion."
The Officer sighed to his partner, "Oh, man, they're going to love this." Then he returned to Robby. "Put your hands on the car, Mr. Rockman, I have to pat you down."
"All right, but I'm warning you," Robby said. "I'm ticklish."
Robby did a very realistic job of giggling as the first Officer frisked him, while the second Officer turned to Lisa and Mitch.
"I'm going to need a statement from you two," he said.
"We were, uh, just standing here," began Mitch. "Watching the view when all of a sudden his truck just came out of nowhere!"
The cop took out his pad then sympathetically turned to Lisa. "What happened to you?"
Lisa had completely forgotten that her clothes were torn, and she simply didn't know how to answer.
"We were, we were," Mitch cut in, stuttering, unable to come up with anything better himself.
"I asked her," snapped the cop as he turned back to Lisa. "What happened to your clothes?"
Mitch tried to rape me, she wanted to shout. But she knew she couldn't. He was in the in-crowd. A slap in the face or a bite of his nose was one thing, something she knew she could fix by telling the other kids his scratches occurred in the throes of passion. He would appear the big man he craved to be and never say otherwise. She would lose her virgin status without having to go through the repulsive act of actually doing it with Mitch, and he would be indebted to her. On the other hand, if she turned on him, everyone at school would turn on her, and she'd be right back in the lonely desperation she had felt when she had taken her mom's Valium.
"Are you all right?" asked the Officer when she didn't answer.
"I think she's in shock," Mitch told him.
Lisa's fragile mind continued to race. What about her parents? If her dad were to find out she directly disobeyed his orders, she would be grounded for the rest of the school year. All hope of popularity gone once again -- all her hard work for nothing. The fact that he had been completely right about Mitch would leave her no argument to make at all. She was a suicide case, they'd say, unable to make her own decisions. Lisa's only hope was to somehow turn her dad's anger into pity so that he would hug her and comfort her instead of yell at her, punish her, or beat her.
"Why don't you come sit down in the car," said the Officer, sympathetically.
"He tried to rape me," Lisa whispered.
"I beg your pardon?" asked the cop, stopping cold.
Mitch shot Lisa a look that was both a desperate plea and a vicious warning. And she knew there was only one thing she could do.
She raised her hand and pointed her finger at Robby.
"Him," she cried. "That man tried to rape me!" Then she burst into tears and buried her face in Mitch's chest.
"What!" shouted Robby, breaking character and trying to move away from the Officer. But the cop held him in place.
It was not the plan Robby had in mind. Drunk driving was one thing, but a rape charge -- especially child rape -- could never be forgiven. Not in the minds of the Hollywood community, not in the minds of the American public, and definitely not in the minds of the judicial system!
"Fantastic," whispered the handsome woman reporter as she watched her grungy cameraman get it all on tape.
"She's lying!" Robby shouted desperately, all pretenses of drunkenness dropped as he struggled with the officer to avoid being cuffed. "I didn't do it! She's making it up!"
Mitch patted Lisa consolingly as he told the cop, "He did. I saw it."
"You rescued me!" she cried to Mitch.
"I rescued her," the young tackle repeated.
"She's a kid, you sicko," the first Officer said to Robby as he took his handcuffs off his belt and began to wrap them around Robby's wrists. "You're going to be doing real time now, Mr. Bell."
Then he read Robby his rights.
*** Up Next: "Robby Disappears" ***
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