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Chapter 13: Crab Bucket

"That bitch!"

Ronnie Anne paced back and forth along the flat area of the canal while Lucy watches in pure anxiety. She was still shaken by the beating her sister has given her, but is now more terrified with Ronnie Anne's reaction to it all. The fast pacing, the angry mumbled Spanish under her breathe, the periodic flipping and recoiling of her switchblade. Lucy didn't want to push Lynn any further and didn't want Ronnie Anne to do anything that could cause any more harm to the already imploding situation. Lucy tries to speak up, but Ronnie Anne stops in her tracks and points at Lucy with a very serious look on her face.

"Esa perra! ¡Te dije que era peligrosa! ¿Y si ella te hubiera matado? Ella va a pagar por esto! ¡Oh Dios mío!" Ronnie Anne said angrily.

Lucy flinches and was confused, not being very skilled at Spanish.

"¿Qué?..." said a sad sounding Lucy.

Ronnie Anne takes a very deep breath and sighs.

"Lucy, look at yourself..look at what she's done to you…" Ronnie Anne said as she walks towards her.

Lucy looks away.

"S-She didn't mean to…" Lucy said.

Ronnie Anne kneels in front of her and sighs.

"You're still defending her…" Ronnie Anne said disappointed.

"She's not well…" said Lucy quickly.

"Look at me…" asked Ronnie Anne.

Lucy, too ashamed, pretends not to hear her.

"Lu-Lu, look at me…" asked Ronnie Anne as she starts to tear up.

No answer.

Ronnie Anne grabs Lucy's face and turns her to towards her so they can see one another face-to-face.

"Lucy, mi hermosa rosa de la oscuridad, stop pushing me away…" said Ronnie Anne, on the brink of breaking down.

"R-Ronnie…" said Lucy shakingly.

"Please...stop. J-Just let me help you…" Ronnie Anne begged.

Lucy looks down.

"I...I still love her...she's still my sister…" Lucy said.

"I love you! I love you, too! D-Don't I matter?! W-Was I just a phase?! A crutch?!" Ronnie Anne shouted.

Lucy looks up quickly.

"Don't ever say that about yourself again. No, you're not..I...I love you too…" Lucy said. "I'm just scared…"

"I can help! There's nothing to be afraid of any-" Ronnie Anne started.

"You're talking about killing my sister-Why shouldn't I be afraid?" Lucy nearly snapped.

Ronnie Anne lets go of Lucy's face, clearly disappointed in her words. She sits down next to Lucy stuck, not sure just what she should do. Lucy scoots to Ronnie Anne on the cold ground and hugs her.

"It's not just me, Ronnie…" Lucy said sadly.

"I-I know...you're worried about Lincoln too…" said Ronnie Anne. "So am I…"

Lucy thought to herself.

"Lynn has to be stopped. She can't be helped. But...I don't want to hurt her…" Lucy said.

Ronnie Anne took noticed of how lost and discouraged her 'close friend' was in such an unpresentable situation. She takes out another Northern Dock cigarette and lights the tip. She takes a drag and blows smoke before passing the cig to Lucy.

"So, what can we do? You want her alive, so how can we help everyone here?" Ronnie Anne asked.

Lucy thought before taking a drag of the cigarette. After blowing smoke, she thinks about Lincoln. She gets a very shaky idea-a real detailed gambit that may work out. Something she'll regret forever, but only for the sake of everyone else.

"I have an idea…" said Lucy.

Ronnie Anne looks to the Goth.

"Well, let's hear it…" Ronnie Anne said with a sigh.

Back at the house, Luna and Lincoln sits on his bed, neither of them willing to make direct eye with one another. Luna, waiting to break the silence, shoots Lincoln a bright smile. Lincoln was rather rattled, but to save face and show he is indeed willing to listen to her for the sake of their relationship. He flashes a very nervous smile. Luna wasn't fooled. She knew he was still mad at her-possibly even afraid of her. Lincoln plays with his fingers nervously and sighs. He looks to Luna.

"Luna, I know you know this is very awkward…" Lincoln said bluntly.

Luna looks down to the floor.

"Yeah…I know…" she said with a sigh.

"Well, I promised to listen. Y-You're trying so...how did this happen? Why me of all people?" asked Lincoln.

"I'll do you one better. I'll tell ya that and my other issues...since they mesh together, dude.." Luna said.

Lincoln nodded and geared himself for what he was about to hear.

Luna began her telling.

She couldn't really remember what caused this attraction. She could chalk it up to how close they were and how much Lincoln seemed to rely and respect her. Maybe because none of the boys her age were as charming or kind or pure as Lincoln. Just all the best qualities Luna wanted in a boy in her life in such a time was in Lincoln. It was almost magnetic-she's latched on to what an amazing guy Lincoln was. It wasn't anything deep back then. Just an example to what Luna was looking for. However, that changed one night.

Luna and Lincoln were alone in her room one evening-a rainy one. It was ghastly outside. Dark was the sky and flooded light was the streets. Luan was downstairs with the rest of the family watching some kinda film Luna and Lincoln didn't seem to care for, so the ventured to her room together. Luna wanted a some critiques for some of her rough tracks as she gears herself to cut a promotion demo to push around town and online. Lincoln was responding positively to most of the demo and Luna was so over the moon with all the kind words Lincoln said, she wrote a new song on the spot. She was strumming a few notes on her guitar and got stumped very quickly, not too sure what to write about. Lincoln, being the boy that he was, only gave her high praises and sweet words. This made Luna actually blush and freeze. These words didn't come off as just a brother trying to be sweet. It came off as something more. Emotionally poetic. Near Shakespearean as they formed. To Luna, Lincoln's loving words were dense, beautiful lyrics from a song.

Luna knew that Lincoln's was no longer an example to her anymore.

He was a crush.

She quickly moved her fingers along the strings and plunk quickly, forming a moody but beautiful melody and started singing. Light rock with a glaze of blues, shaded with emotion. The words basically stumbled out to be cryptic and honest. Lincoln caught wind quickly it was a love song, but didn't know who it was about. However, Luna knew who she was singing about in that stormy night in that room. She was not just singing about Lincoln. She was singing to him.

"My love for you have grown too strong,

I know I can't fight this thrust for too long.

It's just misery when you're gone,

Sweet Boy, please be my remedy.

Our numbers add up when you count along,

I know the Devil in me won't be gone.

But in this sin, I want to belong,

Sweet Boy, would you lay with me?"

Before Luna could even plunk, she froze. She thought about what she just sung and realize there was no going back on it. She was fallen into a very twisted desire and openly sung it to her icon of interest. The last line played back in her head, the blues twang she delivered in the lyric added more impact to the sincerity of it all. Luna stopped and looked Lincoln. Lincoln looked at her proudly, completely unaware the song was about him. Luna made it vague enough to where she saved herself from looking like a creep to her own brother. Lincoln clapped and Luna smiled, knowing these feelings were no longer something she can pretend doesn't exist.

That night, before Lincoln left for his room, Luna did something she has planned in her head plenty of times. She holds Lincoln and plants a kiss on the lips. She made it last for a fair amount of time. Not too long, not to short. Lincoln was taken aback sure, but Luna gambled and said it was a sisterly kiss. Lincoln took it as it was and didn't feel a need to question it and walked to his room. That night meant a lot to her. She stated that night was the first time she touched herself to the thought of him.

She said thinking of him and all the kindness he gave her made her demo sound better and even gain rates online. She was excited about her rise. She wanted to tell him about the indie deals that came her way, but it was on the same day the police took him away. Hours after that, Luna shutdown. Didn't wanna talk to anyone, only wanted to speak to Lincoln. She even brought up the incident in his room three days after he left. All the letters she wanted to send him, all the gifts she wanted him to have just to show her love for him. Even mentioned the times she skipped school and took a bus to the academy just to see his face. Even tried to drop him a love letter on his birthday, but said she chickened out at the last minute, saying the letter was way too revealing. She knew her obsession with Lincoln was controlling her. Hurting her. Eating at her soul.

She tried to dull it the best she could. With little white lies and little white lines.

When Luna signed a deal, she was already hanging with other starting artist who did a unearthly amount of drugs. She did pot. She did shrooms. She did acid. She tried ecstasy. Nothing really keep the thought of failure, shame and her love for Lincoln under control. However, once she found friendship with a grunge sounding band, she was introduced to cocaine. It was the only thing that really made the pain go away. It was the only thing that really dull her mind and numb her feelings. Before long, it was all she was doing. She wasn't able to follow up her demo with an album-not even a single. The label dropped her and her school life was falling to ruin. She basically was holding in all her inner torment inside until one night.

One night, high out of her mind, nose and wrist bleeding, Luna was singing that song she made on the cuff about Lincoln. Full of pain, full of fury and hoping it'll be the end of all of her pain that night, the rocker was really hoping she'd pass away within the mist. But Luan was home from therapy that night early while the whole house was empty. She heard Luna's song and weeping in the room and ran to see what was happening to her sister. Luna remembered her sister watching her with her mouth covered and tears rolling from her eyes. Coke resting idle on a small square mirror on Luan's bunk and a crying bloody Luna nested in the corner of the room. Luna gasped and looked at Luan with fear. She darts her eyes to the window, thinking about jumping. Luan followed Luna's sights to see she was about to do something drastic. Before Luna could hop off the floor, Luan dashes off and pins her to the flood and holds her down, holding her close as Luna just gives up and cries.

They laid on the ground together, surrounded by darkness. That night, Luna revealed everything to her. The drugs. Her depression. Her worries. The heaviest of it all, her love for Lincoln. Luan knew that one fact already and told her about Lynn a few months ago. That night, everything linked together.

Luna stops talking.

Lincoln looks at her sister, not with disgust and spite, but with worry and sadness. He had no idea just how bad she was. Luna starts crying and looks down. She was trying to resume her story, but was too stuck in her emotions to say anything that sound English. Lincoln's eyes started to water up and he quickly hugs her. Luna gasps and stops crying for a second.

"L-Lincoln..?" said Luna.

"I-I'm sorry, Luna...I didn't know. I-I didn't know what you meant by that song…" said Lincoln.

Luna resumes crying and hugs Lincoln tightly. The two wept together and pats each others backs.

"Luna.." said Lincoln.

"Y-Yeah, bro?" said Luna.

"Do...do you wanna stay here tonight?" he asked.

Luna turns red and looks at her brother flustered. Lincoln realized what he said and throws his hands up.

"R-Rephrasing! Let me fix that!" said Lincoln in a panic. "I meant sleep over here so we can talk more! L-Like a sleepover!"

Luna's face was still red and she looks to Lincoln.

"Are...y-you sure you want that?" asked Luna.

"Luna, I love you. Maybe not the way you love me, but you're still important to me. I rather take the time to make up for lost time then to give up on you. We're still a team, right?" asked Lincoln, this time with a real smile.

Luna, tears falling for her cheek, nods to him.

The two siblings chuckled and fist bumped one another.

In the hall, Lynn's door closes. In Lynn's room, Lynn sighs while sitting on the bed.

"I...I wanna be normal again. I-I want to be accepted by him…" said Lynn to herself softly.

She looks at her bloody knuckles and then to the pillows on her bed. She reaches under her pillow and pulls out a pill bottle. She quickly opens it and tilts it over her hand and lets a single tablet hit her palm. She quickly throws it down her throat and hops off the bed. She hides the pill bottle within a mildly impressive cubby she formed under her bed and sighs. As she kneels down in the middle of the floor, she looks up to the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Luan...it was either you or me…" Lynn said to herself.

Downstairs, Luan is losing her mind combing through the bottom part of the house.

"Where is it? Where is it?! Where are my meds?!" Luan thought to herself as she flips all the pillows and cushions off the couch before moving her manic search to the basement. She looks around to see little to nothing there and groans. As she did so, she turns her head to a noise.

It was the washing machine.

She watches as the large piece of machinery rattles, ricks, rocks and vibrates. The noise was...alluring. The motion was...tempting. She looked around to see if anyone was around. No one but her. In an almost trance like state, she walks slowly to the washing machine and smiles. Giggling to herself.

"Maybe...I-I could take a break. Just for a second…" she said to herself.

Wasting no time, she hops on top of the machine and holds on to it and spreads her legs. With a relaxed look on her face, opens her mouth and enjoys a pleasuring ride.

As this happens, Lola walks through the messy living room, not stopping for a second to see Lana outside. She quickly rushes out into the cold to see Lana hit a log with a baseball bat. Lola is very confused.

"What...are you doing, ma'am?" asked Lola.

Lana sighs.

"Choppin' some wood…" she said.

"But...that's not how people chop wood-" Lola started.

"LET ME PRETEND!" shouted Lana.

Lola looks down.

"Sorry, ma'am. I'll behave…" Lola said.

Lana stops hitting the lone log and drops her bat and pinches the bridge of her nose. She knows Lola isn't ready to change and is very warped. She has accepted what she has done to her as wrong. But her sister seemed to accepted this lifestyle so quickly, she's not ready to give it up. Not to mention, she'd go back to her emotionally broken ways like before. For some reason, Lola found this kinda setting...stable. She had attention. She had order. She had discipline and loved every second of it once she marinaded in it for awhile. Lana knew she had a dance to dance and there was a very slow healing process behind this. She sighs and turns to Lola, giving herself an angry face, even though she was acting.

Lola was confused. Before Lola could even ask what was wrong, Lana comes in and smacks her to the ground. Lola holds her cheek and looks at Lana with bright eyes. Lana felt awful about it, but she knew it's what Lola wanted.

"I-If I wanna chop wood like that, I'll chop wood like that! Understand?!" Lana shouted in a controlled tone, making it look realistic.

Lola smiles.

"Y-Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry, ma'am! I should have never questioned you!" Lola said, a little too happy about it.

Lana wanted to shudder, but held herself.

"T-That's right! Sit!" she barked at Lola.

"Yes, ma'am!" Lola said as she sat on the ground.

Lana walked to the garage and found an old leash in a sighed.

"I-ll…I'll fix you, Lola…" said Lana to herself. "I'm sorry I did this to you. Maybe...one day you'll be that bratty sister I used to know. Instead of...another pet…"

Lana returns to her sister and hooks the collar onto Lola. She demanded Lola on all fours and like a dog, Lola followers her owner into the house. The twins were over their recent argument. One soaking in her shame. One feeling like she was being treated the way she desires.

Back on the canal, Ronne Anne was stroking Lucy's hair.

"So, if I do this for you, you'll talk to Lincoln?" asked Ronnie Anne.

"I'll see if I can motivate him into wanted to join this triangle…" said Lucy with a smile.

Ronnie Anne smiles.

"Good. In a few days, I'll do it. Knowing her, I'll have to set her off, though" said Ronnie Anne.

Lucy gasped, causing Ronnie Anne to jolt.

"Maybe a little mistletoe around Lincoln could help if you came over and gave him a gift..with your lips, of course" said Lucy.

"What about Lori?" asked Ronnie Anne.

"I'll spike her eggnog with Brimstone-down worry about it" said Lucy with a dry chuckle.

Ronnie Anne laughs and lights a cigarette.

"Then let's do this" said Ronnie Anne.

"I wondered what Lynn would look like in handcuffs…"