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Timmy Turner’s 13th Birthday Part IV	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 4104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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3. Saturday Afternoon & Evening
“Well, someone is going to go know we were here… or someone was here,” he said looking at the broken vase Veronica had thrown at Timmy’s head a few minutes before.
Veronica had calmed down. “There’s a bitchin’ cleaning service that comes around once a month or when you call them. The numbers on the phone.” She shrugged. “No one comes out here much anymore. Mr. Tang will never know we were here.”
“Look, just stay out of that room, kay? Mr. Tang might notice anything missing from his bedroom. It’s always been off limits.”
Vicky had already made a small haul of items from three of the five bedroom suites on the upper floor. Nothing too much. She hadn’t really come to rob the place… if she had they’d be burning it down instead of leaving on Sunday. They might want to come back again some time. It was a great place to party.
They had left Trixie’s room alone. If she ever did come out here again, anything missing might be too noticeable. Veronica stood in the doorway as Vicky explored it
“It’s a fucking purple museum,” Vicky said.
“Lavender, it’s like, lavender? Lav-en-derrrrrr. Don’t you know the difference? Doy!” said Veronica in a tone of voice guaranteed to result in a slap. It did. “Like, oh my God, what is your damage?” Valley Girl Veronica was out in full force.
There were three different raven black wigs on stands in front of a professional makeup mirror. There were trays and trays and trays of custom designer make-up. Not just regular store-bought cosmetics, professional make-up too. Pictures were taped on the mirror showing a much younger Trixie from every angle.
“Shit” Vicky said. “Who does she think she is? What kid needs this kind of set up?
Then there was Mr. Tang’s room.
“You can’t go in there! Let’s go, you’ve seen enough. Take whatever else you want, let’s just go downstairs.”
Something was wrong. Even Vicky who was usually insensitive to other people (meaning she just didn’t give a shit about them) could see it. It was almost chilly up here. Veronica was sweating. She was actually twitching. Well, she sometimes did that… but something was up with her.
Show Vicky a room, tell her she couldn’t go in… guess where she was going next?
“Look, please… just… stay out of there. Alarms-hic-alarms. Security? Cant…” Veronica was hiccupping all over her words. She grabbed Timmy and Vicky by the arms and tried to physically drag them away. Not a good idea. “You don’t grab Vicky. You don’t drag Vicky” Timmy thought. But there was a look of confusion on the redhead’s face, not anger.
“Nothing-hic-noth-hic-nu-nu-nu…” Veronica was stuttering now.
“Baby, what the fuck? Snap out of it.”
“Whoa, concern from Vicky? Timmy wondered.
Veronica was biting her lip. Timmy saw blood.
“It was her idea to come here today.” Timmy said, looking at Vicky, “Why is she freaking out?”
“I’m not fre-fre-hic-fre… I’M NOT A FREAK! DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!” She threw herself at Timmy, knocking him to the floor. She started to punch him in the face, giving him a bloody nose. He was helpless to stop her. Even Vicky couldn’t pull her off of him.

So… calmly, rationally… Vicky reasoned with the hysterical girl.
Right?
No, doy! In typical Vicky fashion, she hauled off and punched her on the jaw. Then was mostly concerned with the pain to her fist, Timmy’s wounds a distant second and Veronica’s unconscious body dead last.

Veronica regained consciousness handcuffed to the stairway bannister. Vicky always carried around cuffs, except these weren’t the fur lined kind she usually used on Veronica... or Timmy, for that matter. Steel cuffs. Tight.
Timmy was sitting safely out of reach and tossed her the ice pack he had been using on his face.
“Look, ahhh, Veronica… Ronnie.” She refused to look him in the face, but he was otherwise unable to read her expression. “Ahh. Shit. Look, I didn’t call you a freak.”
“But I am a freak, right? That’s what you think.” She laughed without any joy in it, glancing over at the open door to Mr. Tang’s room.
“You’re asking me? Me? That piece of shit you love to step on? Since when do you give a fuck what I think? Look, if I uncuff you, promise not to hit me again? I’m feeling kind of fragile and I think you chipped one of my teeth.”
She nodded.
He uncuffed her and as she was rubbing her wrist, Vicky called out. “Hey Timmy, is the freak awake yet?
“Oh, thanks soooo much Vicky,” muttered Timmy. Veronica snorted a sad laugh.
“Well, don’t uncuff her yet.”
Veronica stood up, but seemed calm. She held out a hand and helped Timmy stand, though they both were a little shaky. She sighed and still holding his hand, entered Mr. Tang’s bedroom suite.
Vicky was going through the drawers, but didn’t seem to be finding anything of interest. Rich old man stuff, mostly.
Veronica kept glancing around nervously. “What is your problem?” asked Vicky
“Stop shaking her Vicky, you’re not helping!”
“Shut up, Timmy!” Then, “I asked you what your problem is, Ronnie?”
She looked away, “I just don’t want us to be in here.”
The two girls were staring daggers at each other.
Timmy tried to drag the Vicky out of the room, not a good idea! Timmy realized too late it was probably a good time for him to be elsewhere, but found it suddenly necessary to sit on the floor as Vicky added to his recent collection of bruises. These weren’t the ‘flirty’ kind of bruises.
Since the girls were now screaming incoherently at each other and Timmy was and in no condition to stand, he looked around Mr. Tang’s bedroom. It was a nice room, a suite. A rich dad’s room. Filled with rich dad stuff. The dad furniture was clearly expensive. And of course, the room was filled with lots of photos and paintings of Trixie. Baby pictures, portraits in oil, a three times life sized marble bust “for fucks sake”. Timmy knew that Mr. Tang was a loving father, but he had more of a crush on the girl than Timmy did! Or had.
Timmy had pretty much given up on his lifelong crush with Trixie. First. It was self-defense. No way Vicky would stand for it (and he had too many loose teeth, as it was). But truthfully, he had been losing interest in the game. He recognized that’s what it was. He had a better game now. Life with Vicky! And now there was Veronica to play with. Or maybe not anymore. Something was going on. Something bad.
Timmy noticed something. He had to almost shout to get the girls’ attention. “Why aren’t there any pajamas?” Vicky shot him a dirty look. “I see robes, but no Pj’s? I don’t think he’s the kind of man who sleeps in his undies.” Bingo! Veronica turned pale. She picked up a tiny jade statue of Trixie from the night stand and threw it at Timmy. He ducked and it hit one of the smaller picture frames on the wall. She shrieked as it shook and fell off the wall… revealing a small hidden camera.
They found six cameras in the room, all focused on the super-duper king-sized bed. They were a few years old, but all top of the line. “So, Mr. Tang is a perv! Who knew?” Snorted Vicky.
“Pretty obvious ‘who knew,’” thought Timmy who was looking at a clearly shocked Veronica. While looking for the cameras Vicky found a wall safe behind (what else!?!) a portrait of Trixie at nine or ten years old.
“Vicky, you’re gonna get us caught! That thing must have an alarm!” Timmy said.
Vicky backed off for a second, then thinking… said, “0-4-1-1, Trixie’s birthday!” she looked at the trembling Veronica, remembering the alarm code from yesterday. The safe opened. If Vicky was hoping for cash or jewelry, she was disappointed. Stealing that would have eventually have gotten all three of them locked up, anyway. No, just some “dumb” DVD’s and a book of photos. Vicky couldn’t hide her disappointment until she lifted the book of photos and a bunch spilled out onto the floor.
The pictures were disturbing. More than disturbing. Mr. Tang… with his own daughter. Vicky suddenly realized she hit the ‘blackmail jackpot’! “Not just a perv, he’s a full out ‘pedo’ and look, the Mayor, the Police Chief…, everybody’s with your little cunt friend, Trixie! We’re gonna clean up, kids!”
Veronica began throwing up, splattering both Timmy and Vicky. She choked, stumbled from the room.
Timmy picked up one of the pictures. It happened to be his own father, getting as blow job from the girl who was clearly choking back tears. He looked at it for a moment… looked at Vicky and threw it at her and ran after Veronica.
Vicky wiped some of the vomit from the picture… and her arm. She needed these pictures… and the DVDs. Blackmail was a safe crime, as far as she was concerned and these pics could help in her long-term plans for Timmy… and Veronica.
But Veronica clearly wasn’t up to it. In fact, she was now a liability, “All because her BFF, ‘Little Miss Perfect’ Trixie Tang was involved. Weak, just fucking weak!” And she realized that Timmy would object too. “Kids!”
She looked at the pictures again. And again.
She didn’t know Trixie that well, but she knew her on sight. There was something off (besides the subject matter… and the participants). “Something… something…” She looked at three or four pictures, they began to turn her stomach. This kind of thing made her sick. She hadn’t realized before. There are some things even Vicky couldn’t tolerate.
“Wait a moment.”
She went back into the “Purple Room” and stared at the wigs. Black wigs. Then she saw in the photos what Timmy had recognized immediately. The girl looked Asian, Trixie’s mother was Chinese, after all.
The girl looked Asian.
Make up.
Wigs.
“Ohhhh God. Oh, mother fuckers. No, you fucking pedophiles!”
Vicky ran downstairs.

There had been a fight. Veronica was lying face down on the floor, not moving. Timmy was sitting on her back. There was blood everywhere and a kitchen knife was nearby. Timmy was holding a towel on his hand trying to stop the flow of blood from a bad cut.
Vicky looked at the two of them and took a deep breath. No idea what to do or say next, but knew it was up to her.
“Shit!” was all that she could think of.
“How long Ronnie? This shit?”
For moment there was no response. “I was Eight. Nine… Something like that… Not sure.”
“Get off of her Timmy. Go get a band-aid or something.”
“You sure?”
“Let me see. You call that a cut? Pfft. See if there are any baby band-aids. With ballerinas or something. Maybe tie that little boo-boo in a pretty pink bow.”
“But what if she…”
“Woman are talking. Get lost!”
“So, Ronnie. Cutting my Timmy? Ya get one chance, that’s all.”
In spite of herself, Veronica began to laugh, but it ended in tears again. “Dad… dad works for Mr. Tang. He did something… don’t know what. Stole something? Must have been pretty bad. Jail.”
Timmy reentered quietly, a huge bandage wrapped around his hand and wrist. Looked like the Mummy! He sat on the couch… Women are talking.
“It started Halloween. ‘Member Timmy? The year Trixie & I went as Siamese Twins?” Timmy didn’t, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up. “We took a couple of her dresses sewed ‘em together. I got a black wig, cut and styled it to look like her, make-up. Everything.”
Suddenly Veronica began talking as Trixie, she stood up, hand on hip. Same attitude. Except for the hair and makeup, she was Trixie. Timmy closed his eyes. Trixie was in the room. He had to open his eyes to convince himself she wasn’t there.
Vicky, “You said you and Trixie used to come here all the time?”
“Trixie never came to this house. I don’t even think she knows about it. That wasn’t her room upstairs, that was mine… or mine when he brought me here and I became Trixie. No. I am Trixie. I am Trixie. Just, the one that gets fucked by her ‘Daddy’. He… He… He wouldn’t touch his own daughter; he didn’t have to. He had me. Me. I’m the Trixie he loves fucking. I’m the one he fucks. Not her. Not the other one. I wasn’t good enough to love, but I was good enough to fuck.” Looking up, “Then he brought his friends. And his friends had friends. Big fat secret, huh? Lots of secrets here. Cameras, I should have known. Couldn’t tell anybody. How could I?”
Timmy spoke, “But why did you bring us here? We didn’t know about this place… any of it… why?
Vicky reached over, grabbed him by the shirt (ignoring the blood stains) pulled him close and kissed him deeply on the lips. He was confused. Then she let go and smacked him on the back of the head.
“See what I told ya’ Ronnie? He’s cute, but dumb. Now shut up Timmy, I told you ‘Women are talking.’ But the answer to your question is that she wanted us to know. That’s what this is all about… Isn’t it Ronnie?”
She didn’t have to answer.
Vicky looked at the trembling girl, “Is he still…?”
“No. No, not for a while. Last time… there was… an accident…I…
“An accident, huh? With a knife? Maybe not an accident, so much?”
Veronica looked away. “I sometimes…” she stopped, looked away.
“You cut yourself. Your wrist.”
“Really freaked him out. Panicked. I thought it was all over, but he started calling my dad, my real dad again. Asked if I could drop over some weekend when the weather was nice. That was his code. ‘When the weather is nice.’”
“Look at me Ronnie. No more shit with knives, right? If someone needs to be stabbed, that’s my job. You’re shit with knives anyway, OK?”
Ronnie just looked at her.
Thunder again, sound of rain against the windows. Vicky, “When the weather is nice, and this place is nice and dry, the three of us are gonna’ come back here and burn this fucking place to the ground. Got it? We are gonna’ burn everything here to the mother fucking ground.”
Vicky pulled Veronica into a hug. “The pictures, the DVD’s too?”
Vicky, “I want to hold onto them.” Veronica stiffened, tried to pull away. “Listen. I think we’re gonna’ need them. Up till now everything we did was so we could escape. You, me, Timmy need to get out of this shithole town. I’m not sure yet how, but I know we need money. A lot of it. This may be how we get it. I swear these pics will never go public, but we need them as insurance.”
“You and Timmy? Me too?”
“God, I thought Timmy was dumb,” Vicky sighed. “Of course, you too!”
Then, “And no more throwing stuff at Timmy’s head, I don’t want you to make any more stupid then he already is. And forget the Valley Girl and the Princess and all the others when you’re with us. And no more Timantha… God, I hate her!”
Timmy looked like he was going to object, but thought better of it. He hoped at least their dinner time pet could stay. “We’ll see,” he thought.
Veronica wiped her tears on her sleeve and tried to stop sniffling. “But what are we going to do then?”
Vicky looked at her, there was steel in her eyes and she smiled like a shark, a hungry shark. “Then? Then, the three of us are going to burn this fucking town down. We will burn the heart of this shithole and Mr. Tang, your dad and anybody else who fucks with us, we will take them down and burn the heart out of them too.” Vicky kissed her. It was a long and hard kiss. Veronica kissed her back. They slid to their knees and began pulling each other’s clothes off.
Timmy rolled his eyes. Well, if he couldn’t join in, at least he liked watching the two psycho women in his life make out.
He had no idea how Vicky was going to make any of this happen, but he believed it. “Good thing I’m the dumb one,” he thought.
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Timmy Turner’s 13th Birthday Part IV