CALM NOW, AFTER the intruder in the backyard turned out not to be the Abominable Snowman, Kelley Morgan was concentrating on her hair.
The teenager was never far from her curlers.
Her hair was the most frustrating thing in the world. A little humidity and it went all frizzy. Pissed her off sooo much.
She had to meet Juanita and Trey and Toni on Alvarado in forty minutes, and they were such great friends that if she was more than ten minutes late they'd ditch her. She lost track of time writing a post on Bri's Town Hall board on OurWorld, about Tammy Foster.
Then Kelley'd looked up, into the mirror, and realized that the damp air had turned the strands into this total creature. So she logged off and attacked the brunette tangles.
Somebody had once posted on a local blog-anonymously, of course:
Kelley Morgan…whats with her hair?????? its like shes a mushroom. I dont like girls with shaved heads but she should go for THAT look. LOL. yikes why dosnt she get a clue.
Kelley had sobbed, paralyzed at the terrible words, which cut her like a razor.
That post was the reason she'd defended Tammy on OurWorld and flamed AnonGurl (who she did end up owning, big-time).
Even now, thinking of the cruel post about her hair, she shivered with shame. And anger. Never mind that Jamie said he loved everything about her. The posting had devastated her and made her hypersensitive about the subject. And had cost her countless hours. Since that April 4 post, she hadn't once gone outside without battling the do into shape.
Okay, get to work, girl.
She rose from her desk and went to her dressing table and plugged in the heated rollers. They gave her split ends but at least the heat tamed the worst of the renegade tresses.
She flicked the dressing table light on and sat down, stripped off her blouse and tossed it onto the floor, then pulled two tank tops over her bra, liking the look of the three straps: red, pink and black. Tested the curlers. A few more minutes. Almost right. She started to brush. It was soooo unfair. Pretty face, nice boobs, great ass. And this effing hair.
She happened to glance at her computer and saw an instant message from a friend.
Check out TCR, I mean NOW!!!!!!!!
Kelley laughed. Trish was so exclamation point.
Usually she didn't read The Chilton Report-it was more politics than she cared about-but she'd put it on her RSS feed after Chilton had begun posting about the accident on June 9 under the "Roadside Crosses" thread. Kelley had been at the party that night and, just before Caitlin and the other girls left, had seen Travis Brigham arguing with Caitlin.
She swung to the keyboard and typed, Don't Xplode. Y?
Trish responded, Chilton took out names but people are saying Travis attacked Tammy!!
Kelley typed, Is this win or r u guessing?
The response: WIN, WIN!!!! Travis is pissed b/c she flamed him in the blog, READ IT!!!! THE DRIVER = TRAVIS and THE VICTIM = TAMMY.
Sick to her stomach, Kelley began pounding the keys, calling up The Chilton Report and plowing through the "Roadside Crosses" thread. Toward the end, she read:
Reply to Chilton, posted by BrittanyM.
Is anybody watching the news???? Somebody left a cross and then went out and attacked that girl. What's that all about? OMG, I'll bet it's [the driver]!
Reply to Chilton, posted by CT093.
Where the [deleted] are the police? I heard that that girl in the trunk was raped and had crosses carved on her, then he LEFT her in the trunk to drown. Just because she dissed him-[the driver], I mean I just looked at the news and he hasn't been arrested yet. WHY NOT?????
Reply to Chilton, posted by Anonymous.
Me and my friends were near the beach where [the victim] was found and they heard the police talking about this cross. They were like he left it as a warning for people to shut up. [The victim] was attacked and raped because she dissed [the driver] HERE, i mean what she wrote in the blog!!! Listen if you flamed him here and you're not using proxies or posting anon, you're totally [deleted], he's going to get you!!
Reply to Chilton, posted by Anonymous.
I know a d00d where [the driver] goes to game and he was saying that [the driver] was saying he was going to get everybody who was posting stuff about him, he planned to cut their throats like terrorists do on arab TV, hey, cops, the driver] is the Roadside Cross killer!!! And that's WORD!!!
No…God, no! Kelley thought back to what she'd posted about Travis. What'd she said? Would the boy be mad at her? She frantically scrolled up and found her post.
Reply to Chilton, posted by BellaKelley.
u r so right!!! Me and my friend were at that party on the 9th where it happened and [the driver] was coming on to [deleted] and they were like, just go away. But he didn't, he followed them out the door when they were leaving. But we have ourselves to blame too for not doing anything, all of us who were there. We all knew [the driver] is a luser and perv and we should have called the police or somebody when they left. I had this bad feeling like in Ghost Whisperer. And look what happened.
Why? Why did I say that?
I was all, Leave Tammy alone. Don't flame people online. And then I went and said something about Travis.
Shit. Now he's going to get me too! Is that what I'd heard outside earlier? Maybe he really was outside and, when my brother showed up, that scared him off.
Kelley thought of the bicyclist she'd seen. Hell, Travis rode a bike all the time; a lot of kids at school made fun of him because he couldn't afford a car.
Dismayed, angry, scared…
Kelley was staring at the posts on the screen of the computer, when she heard a noise behind her.
A snap, like earlier.
Another.
She turned.
A wrenching scream poured from Kelley Morgan's lips.
A face-the most frightening face she'd ever seen-was staring at her from the window. Kelley's rational thinking stopped cold. She dropped to her knees, feeling the warm liquid gush between her legs as she lost control of her bladder. A pain spurted in her chest, spread to her jaw, her nose, eyes. She nearly stopped breathing.
The face, motionless, staring with its huge black eyes, scarred skin, slits for the nose, the mouth sewn shut and bloody.
The pure horror from her childhood fears flooded through her.
"No, no, no!" Sobbing like a baby, Kelley was scrabbling away as fast as she could and as far as she could. She slammed into the wall and sprawled, stunned, on the carpet.
Eyes staring, black eyes.
Staring right at her.
"No…"
Jeans drenched with pee, stomach churning, Kelley crawled desperately toward the door.
The eyes, the mouth with the bloody stitching in it. The yeti, the Abominable Snowman. Somewhere in that portion of her mind that still worked she knew it was only a mask, tied to the crape myrtle tree outside the window.
But that didn't lessen the fear it ignited within her-the rawest of her childhood fears.
And she knew too what it meant.
Travis Brigham was here. He'd come to kill her, just like he'd tried to kill Tammy Foster.
Kelley finally managed to climb to her feet and stumbled to her door. Run. Get the fuck out.
In the hall she turned toward the front door.
Shit! It was open! Her brother hadn't locked it at all.
Travis was here, in the house!
Should she just sprint through the living room?
As she stood frozen in fear, he got her from behind, his arm snaking around her throat.
She struggled-until he jammed a gun against her temple.
Sobbing. "Please, no, Travis."
"Perv?" he whispered. "Luser?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"