"I saw Derrick with Emily again," Carrie told Rosco when she came in late from the Whitfield.
Rosco didn't want to know. She kissed him lightly on the forehead while he was reading a magazine about computers. He was determained to build a new computer from all the busted ones his brother kept messing up at home.
"What are you doing?" She asked when she saw three harddrives on the kitchen table.
"I'm building something," he told her.
"It better work." She sighed.
"It will. You have to have some faith." He'd missed his computer. His sophomore year he got an old harddrive to work that his teacher had worked on for five years. He didn't want to say it, but there was a time he thought he had the magic touch with computers. Of course, he forgot about them after awhile. Anyway, it kept his mind off other things. Like Carrie and even Emily.
Carrie went to take a shower.
Rosco looked at computer parts.
Then his cell rang. He reached in his pocket for it.
"Hullo," Rosco answered.
"Rosco." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I need you."
"You have to come and get me. I need you.," Emily said. "I'm at the Blue Velvet club.
"Ok." He stared into space wondering what this could actually be about.
"In a restroom window. I just knew I could get out of it, you know. But maybe my butt's too big."
"Yes, really, I'm not making this stuff up. I need help."
"Why can't you call Derrick?"
"Cause I'm trying to get away from him," she then said. "He was showing me these needles."
"No. like tattoos. He wants me to have his name on my butt. And I don't want his name on my butt."
"Looks like right now is an opt time for him, huh?" Rosco almost laughed.
"Get over here," Emily said. "Now!"
"All right, maybe Carrie knows where this club is. We'll, be there."
"He's got handcuffs you know," Emily told him. "Duct tape too."
"Jesus, are you dating a serial killer, too?" Rosco said, but he didn't wait for an answer.