Miss Miller stepped outside.
"Brittany?" She asked.
"Miss Miller!" Dave called, from his front yard. "A gang just made off with Brittany, I'm calling the police right now!" Dave scooped up Alvin, who was just beaten up by some of the gang, and ran back into the house to call the police.
"Merciful... what?!" Miss Miller asked.
Eleanor stepped to the doorway.
"What's going on, Miss Miller?" Eleanor asked.
"I think David just said that a gang just ran off with Brittany!" Miss Miller shrieked.
"Oh no!" Eleanor cried. "We've got to save her!"
"I believe David's calling the police right now!"
Dave was frantically relating the ordeal to the police over the phone regarding Brittany, when Simon and Theodore ran downstairs.
"What happened to you, Alvin?!" Theodore cried.
Alvin tried to pick himself up. "No time... for that..." he mumbled, "we've got to save Brittany..." Alvin tried running out the door, limping slightly.
"Dave!" Theodore cried out. "Alvin's going after Brittany!"
"What?!" Dave said, as he broke away from the phone. "Alvin! You stay right here young man! Alvin!!!"
"Mr. Seville?" The voice over the phone asked. "Mr. Seville?"
"Pardon me, my son, Alvin, is trying to chase after the gang himself..." Dave resumed the phone conversation. "Okay great, please hurry!" Dave hung up the phone, and ran after Alvin.
"Alvin!" Dave hollered. "Alvin, the police are sending a couple of cars in the direction the gang was heading right now, you don't need to get involved in this!"
"Yes I do!" Alvin said, determined.
"Why?" Dave asked, in dispair.
Alvin paused. "Dave?"
"Yes, Alvin?" Dave asked.
Alvin gulped. He pulled his beloved, red cap over his face, and told Dave. "I love her."
"You what?" Dave asked, not understanding Alvin, with his cap over his face.
Alvin pulled his cap back. "I love her, Dave! I love Brittany... Brittany's just about the swellest girl ever... and I want to help her in anyway I can... I have to go after those punks, I just got to!"
"It's out of the question, Alvin," Dave said, "they're all bigger, and stronger than you are, you might not make it out alive!"
"Meanwhile, Brittany might not make it out alive!" Alvin said.
That's when Miss Miller ran back out of the house, and jumped into her car.
"What are you doing, Miss Miller?!" Dave asked.
"I'm going after those hooligans who took my Brittany!" Miss Miller said. "Nobody is going to mess with my girl on my watch!" Miss Miller started the engine.
"I'm coming with you!" Alvin said, as he tried to run over to Miss Miller's car.
"Alvin!" Dave yelled, causing Alvin to pause, and turn around. "You're not going with Miss Miller..."
Alvin hung his head, almost about to cry, thinking he won't be able to help the girl he loves.
"... Unless I'm with you as well!" Dave finished.
Alvin smiled.
"Come on, kids!" Dave yelled, as Eleanor ran out of her house, and Simon and Theodore ran out of their house.
They all jumped into Miss Miller's car, as she pulled out of her driveway.
"Hold on tight, youngens!" Miss Miller said. "Prepare to meet 'The Little Old Lady From Pasidina!" Miss Miller pushed the pedal to the metal, and her car took off, with a screech.
"Go granny, go granny, go granny, go!" Alvin chanted.
Miss Miller's car sped off, meanwhile, the gang was running down another street, with Brittany. Brittany was crying her eyes out. She didn't know if they were all going to rape her, or if they were possibly going to kill her.
"I had a great time, the other day..." Tone said, sickly to Brittany, "I wouldn't mind doing it all over again."
Brittany wailed.
"But when we're through with you, you're going to get it!" Tone yelled.
"Yeah, chickita," Slinko added, "when Tone here tells you to keep your trap shut, you keep your trap shut!"
Brittany continued wailing, while Slinko placed his hand over her mouth, in an attempt to shut her up. The gang heard a screech, turned around, and saw Miss Miller's car pull onto the street. Mutey pointed off to the side, as the punks ducks into an opening in someone's fence. Once there, they ran over to the end of the yard, each helping each other over the fence, and once that was done, they ran over to the subway station, and without anymore trouble, managed to grab a train. Unfortunately, for Brittany, they had the whole car to themselves.
"Hey," Chunky Monkey spoke up, "this train's taking us to our silver tuna!"
Tone looked at Brittany. "Alright..." He grabbed Brittany by the front of her little shirt, and lifted her off the ground. "Make a deal with you, hot stuff..."
Brittany blinked back her tears, and slowly kicked her feet, that were dangling in the air.
"We need someone small to fit into the vent, that leads to the roof, where the emergency fuse box is in this place we're casing for some new stereos for our headquarters..." Tone said to Brittany, "you do that for us, and we won't kill you..."
"Y-you won't?" Brittany asked.
"Nah." Tone said, while the others shook their heads.
"Does... does that mean you'll let me go?" Brittany asked.
"I didn't say that..." Tone mumbled.
"I get her first when we get back!" Slinko called out.
"Like hell you do!" Chunky Monkey piped in. "I get first dibs!"
The other gang members began arguing over who was going to have sex with Brittany after they pulled off their job, but were silenced when Mutey put his gimp foot with the big shoe down. Literally. Up in the engine, the conductor of the train was watching the security cameras very carefully, and called for a security guard to check the last car for suspicious activity. In the back car, Mutey took Brittany away from Tone, and walked over to the back of the car with her. He pinned her to the seat, and looked her dead in the eye. It was clear if anyone was going to have Brittany first when the job was over, it was him. Slowly, he placed his free hand in the middle of Brittany's chest, and slowly rubbed it up and down her torso. Brittany couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't like being touched like this, it was terribly uncomfortable for her. Suddenly, the train came to a stop.
"Come on, Mutey, this is it!" Slinko called out.
Mutey grabbed Brittany by the front of her shirt again, and lead his gang out of the train, and out of the subway, a little too late for the security guard. Moments later, the gang saw they finally made it. They found themselves across the street from a shop called Hot Tunes, a shop that retails some very fancy, and very expensive stereos, sound systems, speakers, and all other sorts of goods that the gang would like for their hideout. They all ran across the road, when it was clear, and to the back of the shop.
"It's almost midnight," Slinko said, looking at his watch, "the joint should be closed any second now."
The lights went off inside, and the last personnel of the shop left the building, and took off for the night. Mutey carried Brittany over to the loading dock, where he signalled for the others to grab a tall ladder. Once the ladder was positioned, Mutey pointed at Brittany, then pointed to the vent, signalling for her to put her part of the plan into action. Brittany sadly sighed, and began to climb up the ladder, while the others watched. And looked up her little skirt, while they were at it. Once at the top of the ladder, Brittany stuck her thumbnail into the screws, and used it as a screwdriver. How she managed to pull it off without breaking it, even she doesn't know, but once all the screws were loose, the vent cover fell to the ground, causing a loud clank. The others looked around to make sure no one heard them, before Mutey had Brittany carry on with her mission. As she was crawling through the vent, she realized something... if she was the only one who could fit through the vent, to get inside the attic of the building, then the others couldn't come after her, right? Brittany made it into the attic, run into a corner of the room, dropped to the floor, and rested her head on her knees, silently crying. Outside, the other guys were waiting for her to pop out of the vent, and climb back down the ladder, which seemed to be taking an awfully long time to do. Slinko volunteered to climb up the ladder to see what the big deal was.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" Slinko asked. "You see a ghost or somethin'? Come on!"
Brittany kept quiet.
"Don't make us come after you!" Slinko threatened, as Brittany wrapped her arms around her knees, tighter, and tighter.
"I think she's hiding out!" Slinko called back down to the others.
"Dammit!" Tone snapped.
"What do we do now?" Tox asked.
Mutey walked around to the front of the store. He realized that the only way to get Brittany out, was to break in, albeit the alarm going off. So saying, Mutey kicked the glass door with his big shoe, causing it to shatter. The silent alarm was activated. Mutey, Slinko, and another punk waited outside, while Tone, Tox, and Chunky Monkey ran into the building. Brittany didn't know there was another way for them to get her, and when she heard what sounded like a herd of elephants running up a staircase, she began to panic. The door was busted down, and the three hoodlums ran over to Brittany, and grabbed her, while she screamed.
"Shut up her, man!" Chunky Monkey yelled.
Brittany resisted, so Tone through her up against the wall. The force of his throw was enough to knock Brittany out, when the back of her head hit the wall. Tone stood over her still body.
"What are you waitin' for man?" Tox asked. "Let's go!"
Tone didn't move.
"Come on!" Tox and Chunky Monkey pleaded.
Tone reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large knife.
"Aw man, don't kill her here!" Tox pleaded.
"Yeah dude, the alarm went off, the cops'll be here any minute man!" Chunky Monkey cried.
Sirens.
"Tone!!!" Tox and Chunky Monkey yelled.
Tone still remained motionless.
"Your sentence, man!" Tox yelled, as he ran out of the room.
"Bye-bye!" Chunky Monkey told Tone, as he too ran out of the room.
As the sirens grew louder, Tone dropped his knife, grabbed Brittany's lifeless body, and ran out of the room himself. The police arrived at the scene, and already, arrests were being made, so in the confusion, Tone managed to escape by running to the back of the building, and ducking into the dumpster in the back lot. Once inside the dumpster, Tone proceeded to undress Brittany. He was going to take advantage of her, while she was unconscious, one last time, before he finished her off. Tone had Brittany's top off, as well as her skirt, socks, and shoes, and was just about to rip off her underwear, when he heard a voice saying 'hold it right there!' Tone grabbed his knife, and wielded it, challenging anyone who was about to take him down. It was Alvin.
"Just back off, pipsqueak!" Tone threatened him. "Or I swear to God, I'll kill both of you!"
A shot was fired into the dumpster, knocking the knife out of Tone's hand. Without any other warning, Tone grabbed Alvin, and tossed him aside, in the dumpster, while he climbed out, and tried to make a break for it. More gunfire commensed. Alvin watched from inside, as Tone danced around the backlot, dodging bullets, until finally, he went down. The police moved in on him, as he tried to crawl away. When the police had him surrounded, Tone gasped for air, flipped them off, and passed on, right there, on the ground, while a stream of blood poured from the left side of his head. Alvin focused his attention on Brittany. The first thing he did was clothe her again. The rest of the family watched from the street, as the other gang members were forcefully forced into the waiting partrol cars, while a couple of more officers stepped outside the building, after having check it to make sure no one else was inside. They were all nervous, after hearing the series of gunshots. After that, time seemed to stand still for them, but pretty soon, here came Alvin, carrying the unconscious Brittany in his arm. Miss Miller fainted, while the standby cops all rushed over to see if Brittany was alright.
"He did it..." Dave said to himself, in astonishment, "he actually did it..."
Jeanette's room had an extra bed in it this time, as Brittany laid, unconscious, with her head bandaged. A nurse stood by, monitoring her, while the others waited in the waiting room, all sick to their stomaches after what just happened, and nervous as to if and when Brittany would wake up. Jeanette turned her head towards her unconscious, big sister. Jeanette tried to sit up, and lean over, so she could crawl into Brittany's bed.
"No, no, no..." the nurse said, easing Jeanette back down, "you'll pull your tubes out, you don't want that."
Another nurse poked her head in the door. "Carrie? Dr. Macaulay needs to see you in room 607."
"Okay." The nurse said, as she left Jeanette and Brittany's room.
Once out of the room, Jeanette, once again, sat up, and tried to crawl over into Brittany's bed. She wasn't able to, because if she did, she really would have pulled her tubes out. Jeanette sat there for a moment, looking at her unconscious, big sister, not knowing what else to do, so, she grabbed one of her spare blankets, and draped it over Brittany's bed, as best as she could, so Brittany could have extra warmth. Jeanette so longed to be able to embrace her big sister, but she couldn't. Jeanette thought about pulling her tube out after all, but if she did, it wouldn't be very pretty for her either. Jeanette sat there, and began to cry. The sound of Jeanette crying echoed into Brittany's subconscience, and when it started sinking in, Brittany slowly opened her eyes, and sat up in her bed.
"Jeanette?" Brittany asked.
Jeanette looked up. "Brittany!"
Brittany crawled out of her bed, and into Jeanette's, where the two sisters embraced each other, tightly, with tears in their eyes.
"I heard the police killed the guy who raped you, and sent the rest of the gang to jail!" Jeanette cried.
"Did they?" Brittany asked, not knowing this went on.
"Yeah..." Jeanette cried. "You're safe, Brittany, you're finally safe again!"
"Alvin said he was going to kill you..." Jeanette cried. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Brittany, you're my only big sister, and you're the best big sister ever."
Brittany sniffed, really loudly. "I'll always be here for you, Jeanette. Always."
The sun began to rise, as Brittany was escorted into the waiting room, where her loved ones were relieved to see her awake. Miss Miller scooped up Brittany, and cuddled her, so tenderly, Brittany started crying all over again, as did Miss Miller. Miss Miller was so glad that her daughter was okay, and that the one who hurt her would hurt her no more. Miss Miller gently kissed Brittany's head.
"I love you, Brittany." Miss Miller told her.
"I love you, too, Miss Miller." Brittany responded, as she rested her head on Miss Miller's shoulder.
Moments later, out in the hallway.
"Thanks for coming to my rescue, Alvin... that was so brave of you..." Brittany said.
"I wasn't going to let that punk take you away from me!" Alvin said. "Us... I mean, I wasn't going to let him take your life, and take you out of our lives... I mean... Brittany?"
"Yeah?" Brittany asked.
"Brittany... I... I don't know how to tell you this..." Alvin hoped that the day he confessed his feelings to Brittany, he'd be able to tough it up, and be a man about it, but he almost broke down. "Brittany, when you first told me that guy raped you, I felt like somebody took and ice pick, and just poked holes in my heart over, and over, and over again... I was so upset that he hurt you, and I was just so angry... I... I had to find him... I had to take him out of action... I had to save you... I love you, Brittany! I love you!"
Brittany paused. "You... do...?"
"Yes!" Alvin cried.
Brittany paused again, but slowly, she smiled, let more tears fall from her eyes, as she raced into Alvin's arms.
"Oh, Alvin..." Brittany weeped, "I love you, too! More than ever now, because you're my hero!"
Alvin embraced Brittany tightly. "I won't let anybody ever hurt you, ever again, Brittany. I promise." Alvin pulled away from Brittany slightly, so he could look her dead in the eye. "I promise."
The two stood there, for a moment, before Alvin kissed Brittany, on the lips. Brittany couldn't help but chuckle, as Alvin wiped the tears from her eyes, ignoring his own. Three weeks later, at the same hospital, Miss Miller had brought Brittany back down for a test.
"Well?" Miss Miller asked. "Please tell me the truth..."
The doctor looked up from his chart, with a smile. "Negative."
"Negative?" Miss Miller asked.
"Negative." The doctor raised his glasses above his eyes, resting them on his head. "While sadly, she's lost her innocence, luckily, she's not pregnant."
Miss Miller breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God..." she said, softly.
"She's quite a girl," the doctor said, "she's been really lucky."
Back home, Miss Miller told the news to the girls.
"So, I'm not going to have a baby?" Brittany asked.
"No." Miss Miller said.
"That's good, right?" Jeanette asked.
"Of course it is!" Miss Miller cheered.
Brittany sprawled out, on the couch. "I'm so glad this is over..."
"Has your guidance councelor been a help to you?" Miss Miller asked.
"Yes, she has." Brittany said. "Being raped was the worst thing that ever happened to me... but at least I'm still alive, and at least I still have everyone I love with me, to help, and support me... because a lot of girls have been in my situation, and have been worse off..."
"You're a lucky girl, Brittany." Miss Miller said. "Very lucky."
The end.
Author's note: I hope those who have been reading, and reviewing realize that you helped the story build up. Congratulations, and thank you.