Original Date of Post: 09/20/2009
Narrator: The true story of Thanksgiving…The Pilgrims and the Indians shared a wonderful meal together. And shortly after, the Pilgrims defiled the Indian’s land and raped women and children. Oh yeah, that is indeed Thanksgiving in a nutshell. But most people don’t look at the horribleness. They focus on crappy family get-togethers and football games and Macy’s Parade! Well…here’s an ugly story and a side story that will knock your socks off!
Dawn: Okay, I just need two more pages and I’m finally done with this blasted paper. (Knock on the door)
Brianna: Dawn, open up!
Dawn: Oh brother! (Opens the door) Brianna, we’ve been over this before. Your room is downstairs. And I’m kind of busy with a paper!
Brianna: Your paper can wait! Guess who’s coming back to town for Thanksgiving.
Dawn: Wally?
Brianna: I wish. Nope…Boy do I miss him. No, Zoey’s returning!
Dawn: Really? You mean she’s actually coming home for the holidays?
Brianna: Yeah, she said that she’s driving down here to stay with her parents and wants to hook up with us when she gets here.
Dawn: I haven’t seen her since she left for college.
Brianna: Hello. Earth to Dawn! Oh great, the blurry effect! Time for another crummy flashback moment! (Flashback to middle of August)
Zoey: So the next time I’m in town, we’ll meet up again.
Dawn: You bet.
Zoey: I’m going to miss you Dawn! (They hug)
Dawn: Oh Zoey… (End of flashback)
Brianna: I don’t get you at all. Your whole situation confuses me. Just answer me this, do you like Zoey as a friend…or is there…?
Dawn: That is none of your business. Now get out. I’d like to finish this paper. (The next morning in the cafeteria)
Forrest: I’ll be happy when it’s Thanksgiving and I can have some of Brock’s good old fashioned cooking again. I don’t know how much more of these school meals I can handle.
Dawn: Yeah, well it’s our own fault for thinking that college food was going to be a step up from the gruel they fed us back in high school.
Misty: Good morning Dawn.
Dawn: Hello Misty. How are you doing?
Misty: I’ve been okay for the most part.
Forrest: Have you seen my older brother? (Brock walks by)
Brock: Hi guys! Bye guys!
Misty: Aren’t you going to sit down?
Brock: No time. Big test!
Forrest: The things he goes through to impress that Suzy chick. If you ask me, that girl is no good.
Misty: What are you talking about? She’s perfect! She’s got Brock on a leash!
Forrest: Exactly! Brock deserves to be off the leash every once and a while!
Misty: He spent 20 years off of the leash! Trust me, he needs to be controlled every once and a while. Thank goodness for Suzy. She’s got him acting like a proper gentleman.
Forrest: I still don’t trust her. It’s bad enough I’m dining with the enemy during the holiday.
Dawn: I bet Brock goes all out with his meals!
Forrest: You bet! His turkey is nice and juicy and big. Then we have the mashed potatoes and the sweet potato pie! Oh man, my mouth is already drooling.
Misty: I better not tell Ash or he’ll try to go.
Forrest: Actually he’s already coming. Brock invited him!
Dawn: I have nothing planned for Thanksgiving. I’m just going to go back home and spend the holiday with my mother. She told me over the phone that she has a surprise for me, but I don’t know what she has in store.
Misty: I’m going out of town for the holiday.
Marisa: Thanksgiving is going to be great this year. I’m not doing a damn thing.
Misty: Marisa?
Marisa: Talking about Thanksgiving?
All: Yeah.
Marisa: Ah, not much for Thanksgiving. I honestly think it’s a racist holiday to begin with. But since it’s a day off, I’m taking advantage of it.
Misty: Didn’t you just start this job of yours at the grocery store?
Marisa: Yup and they’re giving all of us the day off! So the plan is to spend the day in my nighties scratching my ass.
Misty: Charming mental image! What about Tracey and Marcus?
Marisa: They both have crazy families and have to be subjected to torture during the holidays. I’m not involved! (That night in Dawn’s room)
Dawn: (Groaning) No…No… (In her dreams)
Johanna: I’ll be gone for a while Dawn. (She leaves)
Young Dawn: Bye Momma! (Evil laugh) Huh?
Man: Come here young Dawn. (Whimpers) Yes. (She wakes up)
Dawn: (Screams) Huh? It was just a dream. Oh man, that wasn’t a dream…that was a nightmare. (The next morning at the Student Center)
Grace: Why they pile on tests right before Thanksgiving is a mystery to me!
Misty: I wish I knew why they’re doing this to us!
Grace: Because all of the teachers are pricks! Well that and I pick all of the religion courses.
Misty: You are crazy!
Tracey: Consider yourselves lucky! I have Art History and they want you to memorize everything. Dates, era, artists, pieces, style, and so on! (Brock walks by)
Brock: Hi guys! Bye guys! (Walks away)
Tracey: What was that all about?
Misty: He’s got a big test.
Tracey: He’s starting to remind me of Sakura during finals.
Misty: Oh that takes me back! (Dawn walks up)
Dawn: Morning guys!
Misty: Whoa, you look trashed!
Dawn: I kept having nightmares last night. Do you guys get that when you’re completely stressed out?
Misty: Yeah, especially during this time.
Grace: I know I had one last night of a bunch of old nuns paddling me with rulers!
Misty: She’s been studying religion and working around the Catholic Church at the same time.
Tracey: Yeah last night, I dreamed I was strapped on a cross while Marisa tortures me slowly!
Misty: I don’t know if that’s a nightmare or a kinky sex dream for you!
Tracey: Both in a sense!
Misty: Well, we’re all having crazy dreams because we’re under a little pressure. Something similar happening to you no doubt!
Dawn: I guess you can say that. I’m doing a paper about the psychological aspects of Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the Rye.
Misty: Studying that can give you nightmares!
Grace: Holden had issues!
Dawn: But I can’t concentrate when visions of this horrible reoccurring dream keeps plaguing my mind.
Grace: What are you dreaming about?
Dawn: Well… (Images play in her head) No…NO… (Panting) No…No! NO!
Misty: Dawn…DAWN!
Grace: Here sweetie, drink some water!
Dawn: Huh?
Tracey: You scared us. You freaked and kept screaming out no, no!
Dawn: Oh sorry… (Sighs) These dreams… (Wednesday afternoon)
Forrest: (Singing) I’m going to get some pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving Day in the morning! (Humming)
Brianna: Looks like someone is going to get some good grub! Be sure and bring us back some yummy treats after the holiday.
Forrest: I’m not making any promises! See you ladies next week! (He leaves)
Dawn: Thank God this is over. I can finally rest for a couple of days. (Opens the door) I can catch up on some sleep, catch up on my soap operas, and have some home-cooking.
Brianna: I’m going to call Wally’s family and see if they tell me where he is.
Dawn: Yeah, good luck with that. (Phone rings) Oh. Hello.
Zoey: Come outside the dorms!
Dawn: (Gasp) Zoey!
Brianna: Zoey? (They run downstairs and out the door)
Dawn: It is you! (They hug)
Zoey: I missed you too Dawn.
Brianna: Careful Dawn, you’ll ruin Zoey’s new leather jacket with all of your tears. Nice hog by the way!
Zoey: Thanks. I got it when I turned 18.
Brianna: Can you be any more butch? So any new girls we should know about?
Zoey: Actually, I haven’t been doing much dating to tell you the truth. I’ve just been focusing on my schoolwork. (Dawn smiles)
Brianna: Oh we’ve got so much to catch up on! I can’t wait… (Phone ringing) Hello. Oh hi Mom. What? Can’t it wait until later? Okay! (Hangs up) I’ll have to take a rain check on us hanging out today.
Zoey: Oh well, maybe next time Brianna. So how about it Dawn?
Dawn: I’m game! Where would you like to go first?
Zoey: Well, I’m a little hungry!
Dawn: Great, let’s hit it! (That night in front of Dawn’s house)
Zoey: That was a great lunch Dawn.
Dawn: I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but it was so much fun.
Zoey: Glad you enjoyed it! (Both sighing)
Dawn: So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?
Zoey: Just spend some time around the house. I bet you and your mother have something special planned!
Dawn: Not…really.
Zoey: Why? Doesn’t your mother do anything special for Thanksgiving?
Dawn: No…Or not that I can remember!
Zoey: So who owns that car?
Dawn: I don’t know. Maybe Mom invited someone for dinner this year.
Zoey: Well I’ll give you a call on Friday to see what you’re up to. I know how much you love to shop on Black Friday. (Gets on the motorcycle) Later Dawn! (She drives away)
Dawn: Bye Zoey! (She walks inside) I’m home.
Johanna: Dawn, you’re finally home. How are your classes going dear?
Dawn: Okay. Say Mom, who’s in the house? I saw a car parked out front.
Johanna: That would be the surprise.
Dawn: Surprise? (A door opens)
Johanna: Here you go Dawn. (Dawn gasps)
Elm: Hello Dawn.
Johanna: Your father has come back.
Dawn: Huh?
Elm: Your mother and I have reconciled our differences and made up with each other.
Johanna: Isn’t that great? (She runs to her room) Dawn? (In her room)
Dawn: No…no! It can’t be happening! This cannot be happening! Why? Why are these horrible memories returning? (Panting) Why is this happening to me? (Sobbing) I remember now. It wasn’t a dream…It’s what really happened. (The door opens) Huh?
Elm: Dawn? Aren’t you going to welcome your father?
Dawn: (Growls) You! You’re a horrible man! Why did you return?
Elm: What’s the matter Dawn? Is that any way to speak to your father? (He strokes her hair)
Dawn: I’m going to call the police on you. (He grabs her and slaps her in the face)
Elm: Now listen here. No one knows about this and it’s going to remain that way! I know since I’ve got your mother’s best interest. (Dawn gasps) Now it’s your word against my word.
Dawn: And my word means a lot more than yours! I also read about your little escapade over at the high school.
Elm: Oh yes…A good seven years ago! But how I have changed throughout the years and please remember that it was long after your mother and I divorced and it was with a girl who was legal.
Dawn: You’re just sick and wrong! People like you need to be locked away forever! (He slaps her across the face and she falls down)
Elm: Remember this Dawn…If you go to the police…I will do a lot worse than this. I would remember that if I were you. (He leaves the room)
Dawn: (Sobbing) Why is this happening? Why? (A little later at Brock’s house)
Flint: Let’s see…I’ve got the Cowboys game at 11am, the Raiders game at 2:30pm, and then the Dolphins after that.
Yolanda: Making bets again?
Flint: Now kids, Daddy only makes bets that he knows he’s going to pull big in. How do you think I was able to put Brock and Forrest through the University?
Salvadore: Will there be enough for us to go to college?
Flint: Only if it’s community college. (The door opens) Brock?
Forrest: Thank the great, good Lord he’s home! He can start on dinner for tomorrow!
Brock: I’ll work on it tomorrow morning. I’m going to bed. I feel like ultra-crap!
Flint: Okay, goodnight boy! (Later at Dawn’s house)
Elm: Would you like something to drink honey?
Johanna: Oh thank you. Is Dawn already asleep?
Elm: Yep. I’ll check on her in a second. You just get comfortable.
Narrator: So you all may be wondering about Professor Elm’s…creepy life! Okay, I got the footage. You see, he got together with Johanna…that’s Dawn’s mother if you’re keeping up. They ended up getting married and had their one and only daughter Dawn. Professor Elm fell in love with Dawn ever since she entered this world and…I guess that was the starting point. Well when Dawn was two or three, her father did take advantage of her and started raping her. And at five, her parents got a divorce. Now Johanna never found out what happened between Dawn and her father. And of course at that age Dawn didn’t know much. It wasn’t until she got a little older and started having reoccurring nightmares she realized what her father was doing. Well Professor Elm went on his own and started teaching at Pallet High. And as you remember at the beginning of the first story, he fell…well I don’t want to say in love with, but there was sex with a senior girl. Dirty, smutty sex…But sex none-the-less! After the secret was found out, Professor Elm spent his days after being fired from Pallet High finding odd jobs. But the status of being a pedophile didn’t really help him on the dating scene. But one way or another, he and Johanna hooked back up not too long ago. (Back in Dawn’s room)
Dawn: Why am I sleeping here? This is nuts. I have to get to the police. He shouldn’t be out in the public. (She walks to her window and opens it) I’ll hide out at the dorms. (A hand is on her shoulder) Huh?
Elm: Where do you think you’re going?
Dawn: To the police! You shouldn’t be here! And the police should know about this and so should my mother. (He grabs her by the neck and chokes her)
Elm: You shouldn’t be so rash Dawn. (Dawn gasping) Now Daddy’s going to have to teach you a lesson you will not forget. (He pulls down her pants)
Dawn: (Thinking) I’ve got to get away! This is…Just like…Before! (Flashback)
Johanna: I’ll be at the grocery store. I’ll see you in a little bit.
Young Dawn: Mommy! Take me with you!
Johanna: No Dawn. It’ll only be for about 30 minutes or so. Your father will look after you.
Elm: Yes Dawn. (He picks her up) Wave bye-bye to Mommy!
Johanna: I won’t be long.
Elm: Take your time. (She leaves) Oh Dawn. (In her room) Take it off! (She pulls down her skirt) That’s a good girl. (End of flashback)
Dawn: (Thinking) I’ve got to fight back…I’ve got to fight… (She kicks him in the crotch) BACK! (She jumps out the window) I’ve got to get help! (Panting) I have to get help! (A little later at the police station)
Ash: Oh man. (Stomach growling)
Lunick: Am I going to have to hear that all night long?
Ash: I can’t help it. I always fast the day before Thanksgiving.
Lunick: You mean before you stuff your face? (Stomach growling)
Ash: Look who’s talking!
Lunick: So what? I skipped lunch today.
Joel: Will you boys be quiet? The sooner this night goes by, the sooner we can all be home with our families enjoying the holiday.
Lunick: Fine by me! (Stomachs growling)
Ash: (Sighs) Six in the morning should come soon. (The door opens) Huh? Dawn! (He runs to her) Dawn, what are you…?
Dawn: You have to help me Ash.
Ash: Dawn, what’s the matter?
Joel: Do you know this girl? (Dawn sobbing)
Ash: Please Dawn. Let us know what the problem is. We can help you. Please tell us!
Dawn: It’s my father.
Ash: Your father? I don’t think I’ve ever met…
Dawn: It’s something he has done to me…and just did to me tonight. He… (Flashback from years ago) He… (Flashback to earlier tonight) He raped me! (All gasp)
Ash: You can’t be serious!
Joel: Oh my…
Dawn: And I’m afraid for my life now that I told you this.
Joel: Dawn, you know we’re here to help and protect you. Otherwise, I would have been an insurance salesman in Michigan. Now just show me to the house. We’ll take this sicko down for you. (Back at Dawn’s house)
Dawn: His car is gone!
Ash: Check the inside!
Lunick: I’ll cover you Dawn!
Joel: Let’s go Ash!
Ash: Right! (They walk in the house) All the lights are off. I have a bad feeling about this.
Joel: Alright this is the Pallet Police Department! Put your hands where I can see them!
Dawn: Wait, I hear something!
Joel: Huh? The sound of running water!
Ash: Someone’s in your shower! (They walk into the bathroom)
Joel: Stand back! (He pulls the curtains)
Dawn: (Gasp) Mom…Mom? (Screaming) MOM! Please wake up! Oh God please wake up! Please wake up!
Joel: Get an ambulance now! (A little later outside the house)
Ash: Oh Dawn…I’m so sorry this happened.
Dawn: I was only gone for an hour…I would have never thought he would do this! (He hugs her)
Ash: Any word yet on finding Professor Elm?
Joel: Not yet. I sent out a bulletin if anyone spots a gray pick-up truck with the license CCT-852 to call police immediately. (Ambulance rides away) Now Dawn, we need to place you somewhere your father will never find you. I’ve already called the Witness Protection, but of course they can’t do a damn thing until the holiday is over. Do you have a place you can go?
Ash: Think about this Joel! This guy probably has the name and address of all of Dawn’s friends. Look what he just did to her mother.
Joel: You’re right. Well if you have an idea I would like to hear it.
Ash: I can look after her.
Joel: You’re a real risk-taker aren’t you boy? (Sighs) Fine, she can stay in your house for one night. But you better take care of this sweet little lady. (A little later at Ash’s house)
Ash: You can stay here the night. I’ll watch the place and make sure nothing too strange is happening.
Dawn: Thanks Ash. (Tears up) I don’t know what I’d do without…you.
Ash: Dawn, oh please stop crying. No need to worry. We’ll catch your father and your mother will recover. She’s recuperating in the hospital as we speak.
Dawn: How could my mother fall for such a man? If she still thinks he’s so great, then I hope she does die.
Ash: You can’t really mean that?
Dawn: I do Ash. (The light turns on) Huh?
Delia: Ash, is that you? (She walks out)
Ash: Yeah, I just got out of work.
Delia: Okay, that’s fine. But why is Dawn here?
Ash: Eh, well…it’s kind of a long story.
Dawn: Mrs. Oak…or Mrs. Ketchum…I mean Miss…
Delia: Oh please dear, just call me Delia.
Dawn: …Delia…I have no where else to go this holiday.
Ash: It’s only for one day.
Delia: Okay…That’s fine. You can sleep in the living room. We have a pull-out sofa. Ash, could I have a word with you in the kitchen.
Ash: Okay. (Closes the door)
Delia: Okay, I want some answers. Why are you coming home at 3am with a girl who isn’t your fiancé?
Ash: Like I said Mom, it’s a long story.
Delia: As long as you live in this house, you will tell me everything I need to know. Why is she here in our house in the middle of the night?
Ash: (Sighs) Mom, you better keep this to yourself and you can’t tell Samuel. Dawn was being raped by her father. (She gasps) There’s more! She came all the way to the station in tears because he just did it. When we went back to the house, we found Dawn’s mother in the shower passed out. We believe he drugged her.
Delia: What’s going to happen?
Ash: Most likely, Dawn will be placed in a witness protection program and sent to live in some other state. And depending if her mother makes it out alive, she’ll be with her too.
Delia: And Dawn’s father…what about him?
Ash: We weren’t able to find him. No sign of his car anywhere in the area. The squad is on patrol though. (In the other room)
Dawn: Where do I go after this? What do I do? (The next morning at Brock’s house)
Forrest: (Yawns) Morning already? (Sniffing) Nothing like smelling a good cooked meal on…Wait a moment! I don’t smell a damn thing! (The door opens)
Salvadore: You’re finally up you lazy-ass!
Forrest: Why don’t I smell anything?
Salvadore: Brock’s sick. (Forrest screams) Hey calm down. Look, Dad wants us in the kitchen now.
Forrest: Oh he’s probably just faking it! (He goes into Brock’s room) Rise and shine!
Brock: Ugh… (Grabs a bucket and throws up)
Forrest: Yuck. (Shuts the door) Damn it, he’s sick! This holiday is completely screwed! (In the kitchen)
Flint: Okay kids, since Brock is sick with God only knows what, we’re going to have to cook Thanksgiving dinner. Now if we split up the different chores and each one of you works on a dish, we might pull this off.
Forrest: What’d you have in mind?
Flint: Here’s the game plan! I will work on the turkey. Once I finish, I’m gonna be in the other room taking care of some business. That’s when I leave the bird to you Forrest. Next, I want Timmy and Tommy to work on the potatoes. Yolanda, Cindy, and Suzy will do the pies…
Yolanda: What kind of pie?
Flint: Anything except for mud! Now that leaves Salvadore, Billy, and Tilly. I want you kids to make some other side dishes. Make the cranberry sauce and anything else you can think of. Okay kids, let’s get to work!
Forrest: What about Brock?
Flint: What about him? He’s sick! He keeps going in the bucket every five seconds. You don’t want him to get all of us sick do you?
Forrest: I guess not. (Back at Ash’s house)
Oak: (Yawns) What’s for breakfast honey? Huh? Delia…Ash…Dawn? What’s going on?
Dawn: Don’t worry. I’ll be leaving tonight.
Delia: Honey, you know you can stay here as long as you want.
Dawn: I don’t want to be a bother.
Delia: No bother at all. You can join me and Samuel at Thanksgiving dinner! It would be nice considering my son refuses to take part.
Ash: What part of “Gary gets on my last nerve” do you not understand?
Dawn: I’ll take a pass.
Ash: You can come with me to Brock’s house. I’m gonna eat until I bust!
Dawn: No thanks. (She leaves the room)
Delia: Ash, you have to be more sympathetic! The poor girl has been through enough and this is no time to crack jokes.
Ash: Hey maybe she could use a good laugh…Okay, never mind. Look Mom, I got a call from the witness protection and she’s going to a disclosed location tonight.
Delia: Is she going to go to the hospital to see her mother?
Ash: She doesn’t really want to, but she told me that she’s going to.
Dawn: Ash…
Ash: You ready? We’ll be back later Mom.
Delia: Here Dawn. I want you to wear this. If this man is still at large, I think it’d be best to hide yourself.
Ash: A wig? Hmm…That’s some good thinking. Thanks Mom. (A little later at the hospital)
Doctor: Well she’s alive and awake.
Dawn: Good to know.
Doctor: I’ll leave you to see her.
Dawn: Mom.
Johanna: (Weakly) Dawn…Is that you? Are you okay?
Dawn: No…I’m not fine. I went through the worst night of my life. I almost lost you.
Johanna: I just…remember…your father gave me some cocoa to drink and I fell asleep instantly.
Dawn: The cocoa! He must have drugged you! Mom, you have to believe me! Dad drugged you to death! He did that and raped me!
Johanna: What?
Dawn: He raped me! And not just last night, he’s done it to me almost every day up until I was five years old.
Johanna: How dare you say such a thing?
Dawn: What?
Johanna: Your father may have had his fair shares of flaws but he is not a pedophile.
Dawn: Why don’t you believe me? Why would I make this up?
Johanna: He wouldn’t do that ever! How dare you Dawn Berlitz Elm!
Dawn: DON’T EVER CALL ME THAT! (Johanna gasps) I was a fool to think that you would listen to me and take my side. I guess I was wrong. (Walks out the door) I hope you die. (Starts sobbing)
Ash: Dawn…DAWN! Are you okay?
Dawn: (Sobbing) My mother…she didn’t believe me. She took his side! My own mother believes that man over me. (Back at Brock’s house)
Forrest: What a rip-off! All he’s doing is watching the stupid football game WHILE WE DO ALL THE WORK!
Flint: (Shouting) Keep it down in there!
Forrest: I should call social services and tell them that this is child labor.
Yolanda: It’s not considered child labor if some of us are old enough to work. (Knock on the door)
Flint: Could someone get that?
Forrest: Great, so his butt can be grafted to the chair! I’ll get the door. You guys keep stirring the potato mix. (Opens the door)
Suzy: Forrest, where’s your brother?
Forrest: He’s in his room.
Suzy: Good. I brought some of my homemade soup so he can feel all better.
Forrest: Good, give it to him and you can go back to your family. (In the room)
Suzy: Oh Brock. I’m so sorry that you’re sick. (Brock groans) I hope you’ll have some of the soup that I made.
Brock: Oh that’s so nice of you Suzy.
Forrest: Ugh…Now I’m getting sick from this mushy-feely crap!
Brock: I really don’t have much energy to eat.
Suzy: You have to have something in your system.
Forrest: He has nothing in his system. He threw it all up!
Suzy: Forrest, leave the room now. Your brother needs his rest and doesn’t need you saying idiotic things. (He leaves the room)
Forrest: Stuck-up bitch!
Yolanda: Forrest, get in here!
Forrest: Coming. (In the kitchen) What’s wrong sis? Oh good Lord! What in the world happened to the kitchen!
Timmy: I’m sorry Forrest.
Tommy: We were mashing the potatoes and then we got the egg-beater and…
Forrest: Fine. We’ll clean up this mess later. Where’s the bowl?
Timmy: Over there.
Forrest: Eh…just scrape the potatoes off the walls and put it in the bowl. No one will ever notice it.
Yolanda: What? No! Don’t do that! Forrest, that’s disgusting. You don’t know what horrible things have touched our wall. Ugh…Yuck! I’m so not eating that!
Suzie: Shove it Salvadore!
Cindy: Yeah, we have to cook our pie!
Salvadore: You move it! This bird needs to be shoved in here!
Forrest: Will you pipe down? Okay kids, we need to make a nice decision here. As the newly appointed leader in command, I suggest we put the dishes in the oven and that way each dish will get done in time for dinner.
Yolanda: What? No! Don’t do that! The pie needs to be separated.
Forrest: Do you want it done right or do you want it done fast? (She sighs)
Suzie: Are you sure you know what you’re doing?
Forrest: Trust me. I know. I just raise the temperature of the oven like so. Then we’ll shove the pie and the turkey in. And wait a little bit! While we wait for the pie, let’s play some touch football!
Salvadore: Yeah, boys versus girls. (All screaming) Let’s get them boys! (Back in the living room)
Flint: Come on Dallas! (Back at Ash’s house)
Ash: Thank you very much. (Hangs up) Dawn! That was one of the people from the protection agency. They’ll meet us at Brock’s house after dinner and you can go with them to pick up your belongings at the dorm and then they’ll take you where you need to go.
Dawn: Okay. (Picks up a phone and dials)
Zoey: Hello.
Dawn: Hey Zoey.
Zoey: Dawn? What a nice surprise. I was going to call you and tell you we’ll meet at the mall tomorrow morning. Brianna said she’s got a plan to get perfect markdowns!
Dawn: About that…I can’t do it.
Zoey: Why not?
Dawn: I’m leaving town…tonight…and I’m never coming back. (Zoey gasps) I have to go now. I’ve already said too much.
Zoey: You’re not making sense! What are you talking about? What’s going on?
Dawn: I just wanted to call and tell you…that I…that I… (Tears up) Goodbye Zoey.
Zoey: Wait Dawn! Dawn! (Dial tone) Damn it! Something is not right! (Later at Brock’s house)
Forrest: And touchdown…Boys! Woo! (All boys cheering)
Cindy: I hate this game!
Tommy: Aw don’t pout!
Timmy: Because we beat ya!
Ash: Hello!
Forrest: Hey Ash, hey…Dawn? Is that you in that wig? Why are you wearing that?
Dawn: I’d rather not get into the details!
Ash: We’re ready for dinner!
Forrest: Dinner… (Gasp) Oh crap! What time is it? (He runs inside)
Salvadore: Oh no! The food! (They all run inside)
Announcer: …And there you have it Dallas Cowboys with 3 and Green Bay Packers with 32. (Flint snoring)
Forrest: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! (Runs into the kitchen) Ah! (Opens the door)
All: What happened?
Forrest: Salvadore, get me the fire extinguisher! (Puts out the smoke)
All: The food!
Yolanda: You idiot! How many degrees did you set it for?
Salvadore: There’s no food left!
Cindy: So much for Thanksgiving!
Forrest: (Screams) I’M PISSED OFF! The pie exploded and is burnt to a crisp and the turkey is ruined. I was looking forward to this holiday and then that ****ing cunt Suzy ****ing ruined it by getting Brock ****ing sick! Then Dad’s fat ass is on the chair watching ****ing losers play football! And now we’re going to eat a charcoal pie with a ****ed up turkey! (Throws the plate on the ground) How can this night get any ****ing worse?
Lola: FORREST GUMP HARRISON! I will scold you for saying such horrible obscenities in front of your younger siblings.
Forrest: But Mom…I just… (Screams)
Lola: My beautiful kitchen! FLINT! FLINT! (He stammers and runs inside the kitchen)
Flint: What happened? Did somebody lose a toe?
Lola: Flint, I can’t even leave you for a couple of hours just so I can visit my sick mother without you destroying my house. Have you seen the beautiful turkey I bought three weeks ago?
Forrest: Yeah, it’s a pile of ashes on the floor here.
Lola: Huh? (Groans) This was supposed to be a great holiday! (The door opens)
Suzy: What’s all the commotion out here? (Gasp) What on earth?
Lola: It’s just horrible. The pie and the turkey are all gone!
Suzy: We still have mashed potatoes. (Takes a taste from the bowl) Ugh…Never mind. If you don’t mind, I could always offer up something. I do have some extra things back at my apartment and I can scrounge up a few things and make us all a nice dinner.
Flint: If food is involved, I’m in.
Ash: Me too. (Stomach growling) I haven’t eaten since early yesterday.
Suzy: Okay if it’s 3:30pm now and given how much time it takes to cook, plus we have 14 people, I can have dinner ready in 7pm. 6:30 if we’re lucky.
Yolanda: She does math a lot better than you.
Forrest: Oh shut up. (In front of Dawn’s house)
Zoey: A police car, caution tape, what the hell is going on? Excuse me sir!
Cameron: What can I do for you?
Zoey: Oh yes. My family lives in this area and I just returned from…college and I was wondering what happened.
Cameron: Oh yes. Well, a man raped a young girl in there and poisoned her mother.
Zoey: (Thinking) Dawn!
Cameron: Sick bastard turned out to be her own father.
Joel: Cameron, I just talked with Ash. The girl will be picked up by the witness protection agency by the end of the night.
Zoey: (Thinking) I have to find Ash! (She gets on her motorcycle and drives away)
Cameron: Now where was I? Huh? She’s gone!
Joel: Who?
Cameron: There was this girl I was talking to.
Joel: You really need that vacation if you’re hallucinating women.
Narrator: Approximately three hours and seven minutes later!
Lola: I can’t believe you did this Suzy.
Flint: This looks so appetizing!
Ash: Food!
Suzy: Nothing like mac n’ cheese, apple cake, my casserole dish surprise, noodles, and soup! I apologize for the soup. Brock was sick and I had a lot left over.
Ash: I’m not too picky. Food is food to me!
Forrest: You don’t even live here. Hell, I’m not even sure why Dawn’s here!
Lola: Don’t be rude Forrest. Suzy, your food looks lovely.
Forrest: Well I’ll be the judge on how this stuff tastes. (Five minutes later)
Lola: Oh my God, this is heavenly!
Flint: You’re an even better cook than Brock. Um, don’t tell him that when he wakes up.
Lola: How were you able to do that?
Suzy: Let’s just say I’ve been to my fair share of pot lucks with other colleagues and those people are such cheap skates! And I would always end up doing some sort of cooking for them.
Lola: Well the younger kids seem to like the mac n’ cheese.
Dawn: I’m sure Ash likes it too.
Ash: (Muffled) Uh-huh!
Forrest: So Dawn, I never knew why you came here for Thanksgiving. (Dawn sighs)
Ash: Huh? Oh, her Thanksgiving was turning into such a bummer. I won’t go into any details.
Forrest: Whatever. Well get used to this because we’ll be back in school on Monday and we’ll go back to eating garbage. (Dawn sighs)
Dawn: Would you excuse me? I need to go to the bathroom. (She walks away)
Lola: Okay dear. It’s the third door on the right. (In the bathroom)
Dawn: (Sighs) I’m going to miss this. Brock and Forrest’s parents are nice. I’ll have to thank them for tonight. And Ash… (Closes the door and turns on the light) Ah!
Elm: You thought you could escape me! (He pulls out a knife and holds it against her throat)
Dawn: (Gasp) Daddy…no!
Elm: Say one word and I will slice your throat! (They bang against the wall)
Ash: What was that?
Flint: Sounds like me whenever I’m backed up. (Ash gets up)
Lola: Where are you going Ash?
Ash: I have a bad feeling! (Walks into the hallway)
Elm: Just give me five minutes Dawn. Just five minutes alone with… (The door opens)
Ash: YOU! (Pulls the trigger and Professor Elm falls down)
Dawn: Ash! You…
Ash: Are you okay?
Dawn: You carry a gun on you?
Ash: Hey, the chief said I’m a world-class professional with the firearm.
Lola: Guns…GUNS! You brought a gun into my house? Ash, I want you and that, that, THING out of my house this instant!
Dawn: He saved my life.
Lola: Huh? OH MY GOD! Who is he? (Ash dials his phone)
Ash: Joel, this is Ash. I got him. I got Professor Elm. (Later that night)
Joel: You never fail to surprise me Ketchum.
Ash: That was scary.
Joel: Well we will throw the book at him this time around.
Dawn: Bull****! (They turn around) You heard me! He’ll do the same crap he did last time to bend away from the system. I can’t trust the system. You let him through after he had sex with that one girl several years ago.
Ash: Dawn relax! I promise you, he will be locked away for a long time for doing this.
Dawn: Talk is cheap! After what he did to me…He deserves the electric chair. (Nearby)
Flint: Well…is this live? Well I heard a gunshot and all of a sudden I got up out of my chair and grabbed my nine-iron!
Yolanda: No you didn’t. You jumped and hid under your chair.
Flint: Honey, don’t say things that might embarrass me on live television! (A little later inside the house)
Dawn: I’m sorry for tonight.
Flint: It’s okay.
Lola: Where are you going to go now Dawn?
Dawn: I don’t know. Now that they have my father in custody, I probably won’t be relocated…although… (Tears up) …I know, I don’t want to stay here in town. (They gasp)
Forrest: Oh Dawn…I’ll miss you. (He hugs her) You’re a really cool chick. I hope we can still keep in contact.
Dawn: I’ll miss you too Forrest. (Knock on the door)
Forrest: Zoey?
Zoey: (Panting) I found you! I finally found you! Dawn…are you okay?
Dawn: Guys, can I be alone with Zoey for a second?
Forrest: Sure…my room is empty for now. Go in there. (Inside the room)
Zoey: Oh Dawn…I heard what happened. I’m so sorry this happened.
Dawn: Well there’s not much to comment on. My mom is in the hospital and has convinced herself that Dad is a saint. Meanwhile, Dad is in police custody.
Zoey: And you?
Dawn: (Sighs) I know I won’t be put in the Witness Protection Agency. But…I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to live here anymore. I want to escape.
Zoey: Dawn… (She grabs her hand) Come with me.
Dawn: Huh?
Zoey: I want you to come away with me. Away from here, away from the problems and sorrow you carry here. You can stay with me and the place I live. After the semester is over, we can go somewhere else. I don’t want to cut off contact with you…When the police told me what happened…I was afraid. I was afraid I was going to lose you!
Dawn: (Gasp) Zoey.
Zoey: Dawn… (She kisses her on the lips)
Dawn: (Voice over) That kiss…it felt like forever since I felt Zoey’s warmth. I’ve gone through a lot these last four years. I went from dating a girl to dating a boy just under one year. I was able to breakthrough the lifetime of pain that was caused by my father. But if any good came from these last several years…it was meeting Zoey. We left the house that night. I grabbed all of my essential items and Zoey and I hit the road. This town holds many memories for me. Some of them good, some bad! Mom…No, I can’t find it in my heart to face you again. Not now. I’ll make new memories in my new home and with you. I am ever-so grateful to you…Zoey.
Zoey: How you holding up?
Dawn: I’m good. (Smiles)
Zoey: So long Pallet! (Revs up Engine) Here we go!
~*Preview*~
Marcus: Just my luck! The girl I’m trying to impress might be interested in someone else. Worst part of it is that it’s that fat slob Morrison. What the hell? He spits when he talks and farts when he spits. Well it’s my turn to have some happiness. I’m not going to lose her to him. Next time on Romance 102, Chapter 42…See you next time!