December 17, 1993,
22:49 local time,
Sunshine City, Sonora
“My word,” said Tom Kirkman as he watched a svelte, bikini-clad blonde woman down yet another shot of alcohol at the beachside nightclub, a part of the Paradise Beach Resort. “You gotta pace yourself...otherwise you're going to make yourself sick.”
“Oh I don't care!” said the woman. “I'm on my Christmas break, I'm away from home, and IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, BABY!” She then hollered wildly in celebration as she downed two more shots as Kirkman looked on, astonished.
“Well,” said Kirkman, extending his hand to shake. “Happy birthday.” The woman responded by almost tackling him in a bear hug, where Kirkman only avoided falling because of his balance.
“So,” said Kirkman, trying to regain his composure. “How old are you?”
“I'm 18!” said the woman, still holding Kirkman close to her by his waist. “How old are you, baby?”
“I'm also 18,” said Kirkman politely.
“Wow,” said the woman. “Same age! What's your name, sweetie?”
“Um,” said Kirkman, getting uncomfortable with the situation. “My name is Tom. What about you?”
“Nancy,” said Nancy. “Nancy Simpson, actually.”
“Oh,” said Kirkman. “Are you related to the family in Springfield?” Kirkman then laughed nervously.
“No,” said Simpson, not hiding her annoyance. “They don't even exist!”
“Actually they do,” said Kirkman. “Springfield was a very dysfunctional city...drove Marge Simpson into a mad rage where she killed her own family and then went on a shooting spree. Tracy Ulman heard the story and wanted to imagine the family in 'happier' times...which spawned the series.”
“I always thought that story was an urban legend,” said Simpson, now clutching Kirkman with both arms. “Interesting...listen, you're cute...do you want a drink?”
Simpson then looked at Kirkman with puppy eyes that made her hard to resist, but Kirkman stood tall. He took her hands and removed them from his waist, but he still held on to them while he looked Simpson in the eye.
“Listen, Nancy,” said Kirkman. “You're a very nice woman. I'm sure you're going to find a nice guy...but, I have to tell you, it's not going to be me...I've been seeing the same woman for the past six years...we've been sweethearts since middle school. I didn't even want to come here to Sunshine City, but my friends wanted to get away to celebrate the end of our freshman year at McGill University and my girlfriend egged me to go. Plus, I'm the designated driver tonight...I can't have any drinks. So, understand...you can hang out with me as much as you like, but know it won't go any further than that.”
Simpson lowered her head, despondent at what she heard, before nodding in agreement. She then looked up and smiled, having a realization.
“You said you had friends here?” said Simpson, now happy again. “Can I meet them?”
“Sure,” said Kirkman. “We'll show you a good time. They're all single too.”
“Take me to them!” said Simpson, as she and Kirkman walked hand in hand to the dancefloor where Kirkman's three friends, Martin Coleman, Jim Zack and Cory Fellows, were dancing up a storm. Coleman was already grinding with another woman, but Zack and Fellows were by themselves, seeing an opportunity with Simpson.
Kirkman wanted to introduce Simpson to his friends, but none of them waited. Simpson slotted herself in between Zack and Fellows and danced seductively with both of them simultaneously, leading to Coleman to joke she was making a “Cory and Jack sandwich”. Meanwhile, Kirkman smiled, content to dance by himself as his friends enjoyed themselves.
Eventually, the group felt it was time to leave. Coleman got the phone number of the girl he danced with and promised to call her tomorrow for lunch, but Simpson was not content to end the night right there. The five remaining people piled into Kirkman's rental car- a Fiat Panda- and drove back to the resort motel.
The four male friends had two rooms, side by side, with Kirkman and Coleman in one room and Zack and Fellows in the other. They were the only ones with rooms at that section of the motel, which allowed the group to get as loud as they wanted. Since Zack and Fellows had stocked up on alcohol, the quintet piled themselves into their room, where they continued their revelling.
First up, Simpson offered to play a game of “spin the bottle”, which the boys readily accepted, except Kirkman who sat out. She managed to kiss Zack three times and Fellows twice, with Coleman getting a smooch.
Then, Simpson spun it wildly and the bottle pointed to Kirkman. Simpson then grinned devilishly, saying “this is the spin I wanted all night.” As Kirkman's friends all shouted words of encouragement to Simpson, Kirkman tried to protest, but Simpson was not going to be denied. She then took off her bikini top and dropped her bikini bottoms to the floor and purposefully approached Kirkman, who tried to move away from her but Simpson wasn't having it.
Finally, Zack piped up.
“C'mon, Tom,” said Zack. “Give Nancy what she wants...she's freaking hot, man! Just go for her...and she really digs you!”
“Alex is never going to find out,” said Fellows. “She's all the way back up in Montreal...she's probably partying herself, screwing some other guy right now as we speak. Women have needs! So do you! You can't tell me you don't want to bone this hot chick right now.”
“I mean, in a very hypothetical situation,” said Kirkman, beginning to stammer as Simpson drew nearer. “If I wasn't with Alex then, then...then, yeah, s-s-sure-”
He was stopped in his tracks by Simpson, who excitedly pulled down his shorts and began sucking on his penis with her mouth.
At this point, Kirkman- who thoroughly enjoyed the fellatio- decided it was time to give in, taking off his shirt, his socks and his shoe as well and climbing into bed with Simpson. They made out passionately for several minutes as Simpson eagerly stroked Kirkman's penis with her hands, before Kirkman began enjoying Simpson's breasts with his hands and his mouth. He especially enjoyed her nipples, which were so erect and perky, so great to suck on and play with via his tongue.
Through all this, Simpson moaned heavily, thoroughly enjoying the moment and getting deeply aroused in the process. Kirkman's friends then continued egging the two of them on, which resulted in the two of them having sex right there on the bed. It was Zack's bed, but Zack wasn't at all fazed by what was happening- it was filled with his sweat anyway.
After several heart-pounding, moan-inducing minutes involving many different positions, Kirkman and Simpson climaxed together, leading them both to collapse onto the bed and cuddle in each other's arms, too exhausted to do anything else.
They were then greeted by cheering from Zack.
“Attaboy, Tom,” said Zack with excitement. “You can't tell me you needed that.”
“Oh I did,” said Kirkman. “I really did. That was actually the best sex I've ever had.” He then planted another kiss on Simpson's lips, which caused her to draw herself nearer to Kirkman, especially her head as she kissed Kirkman deeply, the two of them practically devouring each other's mouths in the process.
When they were done kissing, Simpson and Kirkman then looked lovingly in each other's eyes. Simpson agreed with Kirkman that it was the best sex she's ever had, to which Kirkman smiled. Kirkman then looked on, wondering if all these years with Alex were a mistake. Nancy is so much more fun and energetic, thought Kirkman, I need that in my life...what am I doing with boring, staid Alex?
Kirkman then let out a sigh, realizing he thought wrongly. He then kissed Simpson on the forehead and bid her adieu, collecting his clothes and putting them back on so he could go to his own bed.
He then looked longingly at Simpson one last time, his heart heavy, as Simpson too locked her eyes on him, herself ready to cry. Both of them seemed to realize that they'd never have this moment ever again, and it pained both of them.
Such a connection those two had, but alas...love can be cruel.
As Kirkman descended upon his bed, he reflected on his night, melancholy over what he'd done. So many times his friends told him he was too young to commit to Alex, that he needed to “have fun” and see what other women were like...and now, arguably, he had his chance, and this “other woman” was so much more fulfilling than Alex had ever been. Or so he thought before he stopped himself.
C'mon, Tom, he thought, Alex has been your rock through thick and through thin...there's NO ONE who has done more for you. When you failed that physics test, who's the one who told you everything was going to be OK and did all she could to brighten your day up? Alex. So what if her breasts aren't as big as Nancy's, and so what if her idea of sex is simply laying there and letting me ram in her...she's so good as a person...what does Nancy have? She's just a party slut who jumps on the first guy who shows an interest in her...that's why she wanted me. That's why she didn't get up and leave with me...because she knows she can just have sex with my friends. I bet that's just what she's doing right now, because she has no self-worth.
Kirkman smiled and contented himself with a breath before rolling over so that he could try to get some sleep.
He was awakened- and troubled- by the sounds of shouting and screaming he heard in the room next to him. He then realized the screams were Simpson's, and that his friends were attacking her in some way.
Kirkman put his shorts back on and knocked on his friends' door, but they ignored him. He then continued to rap away at the door but it was futile, since his friends continued to ignore him. He then wept as he realized what was happening, as he could hear Simpson's muffled yells as his friends took turns holding her down on Fellows' bed and raping her. After an agonizing half an hour that felt like an eternity to Simpson, she emerged from the room, her clothes intact and her body physically fine except for some sexual pains (since Kirkman's friends were all virgins they didn't last long enough inside of her to cause much physical damage), but she walked out in tears, hunched over and curling herself over her torso, her soul destroyed forever.
“Nancy,” said Kirkman, shouting out to her and running after her. “Nancy!” He then put his hands on her shoulder before Simpson violently pushed him away.
“Don't touch me!” she said, her eyes wide and her teeth as fearsome as a tiger's. “You're just like them! You don't care about me! You just wanted to get your rocks off, Mr. 'I have a girlfriend'. I bet she's made up...she's Canadian, after all.”
“Nancy, Nancy, no,” said Kirkman after sigh. “I didn't make her up.” He then pulled out his wallet and showed her a picture of Alex Booker, his girlfriend.
Simpson then quickly pushed it away.
“I don't care if you've got a picture,” said Simpson. “You could have just taken that with some random girl to trick a girl like me that you're not 'a threat' because you're taken. Yet, you know, you clearly are because you decided to be in the same room as your animals of friends and you just let them egg you on and have sex with me...because that's what you wanted all along.”
Kirkman was flabbergasted, but his emotions were conflicted as he still ached for Simpson.
“No, no, not at all,” he said, pleading with his hands. “The sex...the sex was great, but I didn't want it. I mean, I pushed you away at the bar, I backed away when you tried to come after me in my friends' room...I resisted.”
“...but then you gave in,” said Simpson, beginning to cry again, “but then you gave in!”
Simpson then began bawling her eyes out again, causing Kirkman to instinctively wrap his arms around her before Simpson again pushed him away.
“ENOUGH!” said Simpson. “Didn't I tell you once, 'don't touch me!' What are you, short of hearing or something? Or do you only care about your dick?”
Kirkman wiped his faced with his hands, himself beginning to cry.
“No, no, no,” he said through tears. “No, I don't. I care only about you. I'm sorry...I got carried away...I won't touch you again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...my word, I wish things were different.”
“...but they're not,” said Simpson with a scowl.
Kirkman let out another sigh.
“I'm sorry for what my friends did,” said Kirkman. “I would not condone it in any way...I can't imagine the things you went through and the things they did...I really wanted to go in and stop them...I knocked on their door so many times...I'm guessing you never heard me.”
“No,” said Simpson, “I didn't...but what good does it do now? They did what they wanted, it's all over and you didn't stop them. I don't care if you tried...you didn't do it.”
“...but what was I supposed to do?” said Kirkman.
“I don't know,” said Simpson, “maybe go back to your hotel room and call the police? Call reception...call somebody?”
“I thought my friends would answer the door,” said Kirkman. “Surely if they weren't going to answer for me they weren't going to answer for front reception or the police.”
Simpson continued to give Kirkman a cold stare.
“Look,” said Kirkman, “let's go to the front office...together. You can explain to them what happened and the police will file a report. They're probably fast asleep right now, so we have time for the police to get here.”
“No,” sneered Simpson. “I'm going to get out of here...I'd rather not see you or the people you think are your friends ever again.”
She began to walk away before her tears flowed again. She then turned to Kirkman and addressed him, tears flowing from her eyes.
“You know,” she said, “I really thought you were different. I really thought you were such a nice guy...that's why I trusted you at the bar, and trusted you and your friends. How could I be so wrong? Where did I go wrong? Does it even matter anymore?”
Simpson then walked away, her eyes bawling and her crying loud and clear, as all Kirkman could do is watch, stunned by the helplessness he was feeling at being unable to fix the broken soul that was running away from him.
Where did she go wrong? he thought to himself, where did I go wrong? How could I have been so wrong...Martin, Jim and Cory...I never thought they were capable of this...how could they be capable of this? Why were they capable of this...this...none of this makes sense.
He then let out an angered sigh and burst into his room, rousing Coleman awake.
“Get up,” he said forcefully before shouting. “GET UP!”
“Woah, woah, woah,” said Coleman, getting up. “What's going on?”
“I'm checking us out,” said Kirkman. “All of us! Gather up your things and go. I don't care where, just go.”
“Tom,” said Coleman, begging Kirkman, “Tom...but where are we going to go? You paid for this trip...you can't just cancel our rooms...we've still got another two weeks...we can't afford to leave. At least I know I can't afford to book another room here.”
“Too bad,” snarled Kirkman. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you raped Nancy!”
Coleman looked at Kirkman with wide eyes.
“Woah, buddy,” said Coleman. “I didn't rape Nancy...I tried to get them to stop but Cory socked me in the head...the entire time they were doing what they were doing, I was dazed and washing the blood off of me...Tom, I could never do that...it's not in my nature.”
Kirkman gave Coleman a look.
“...and why should I believe you?” he said, folding his arms.
“B-B-Because,” stammered Coleman, “we're friends...when did I ever lie to you? I've known you since kindergarten Tom! Maybe Jim, or Cory...the guys you met just this past semester...they would lie to you...but not me.” Coleman then began to cry. “Never me,” he said through his tears.
Kirkman was nonplussed.
“I don't care,” he said, not hiding the anger in his voice. “You were there, you could have stopped it, and you could have done so better than I could have. Maybe one day I'll see it differently, but right now, you, Jim and Cory all have to leave.”
Coleman realized it was futile to protest further, so he gathered his things and prepared to leave. Where, he didn't know. Kirkman waited for Coleman to be out of the room and for Coleman to give him his keys before Kirkman went to Zack and Fellows to tell them to leave. Zack and Fellows were defiant, but Kirkman didn't care, telling them his intentions and then leaving. Resort security then had to come in and extricate the defiant attendants, since they were now in the room illegally.
As for Kirkman, after he gathered his things and checked out, he took a drive, first to Hermosillo and then further south, all to clear his head. He then found another motel in Los Melagos where he decided to check in for the rest of his vacation time. It was by a beach but it wasn't a busy one, the perfect place for Kirkman to clear his head.
Meanwhile, Simpson went back to her room at the resort, a suite she shared with her parents. She tried to make the most of the rest of her vacation, but she was too shaken by what happened to really enjoy it. She began to start overeating, putting on weight in dramatic fashion, which had the added benefit of hiding her eventual baby bump- one she kept convincing herself wasn't actually a bump.
Despite her struggles, Nancy did meet another guy, a guy who would take her to her senior prom, held at a beautiful ballroom hall in her hometown of Arizona Springs. For one night, she felt like a queen and actually seemed to enjoy life again, until the inevitable happened and the guy tried to force himself on her, convinced that prom was where he was supposed to lose his virginity. Having too many flashbacks to her horrible night in Sunshine City, Nancy fought off her date and took a cab home, crying throughout the entire journey.
After Nancy got home, she found her parents sleeping on the couch by the entrance to their home, waiting there because Simpson was past her curfew. Many other nights, she would have been horrified at the thought of dealing with her parents, but tonight she wanted nothing more than to have a talk with them and be cradled in their arms for one last time.
Unfortunately, they both took their sleeping pills, extra-strength Valium, so neither could be roused from their slumber. Simpson began crying again, reaching into their medicine cabinet and taking six bottles of Valium, her parents' entire supply. She then put in a blender, hoping to rouse her parents but it still didn't work, grinding all those pills into a liquid she then downed completely in one go. Since it was so much, she fell instantly to the floor, which caused extensive brain damage. A few hours later, her mother did wake up from her slumber and noticed Simpson on the floor, paramedics came and took her to the hospital several minutes later.
After two hours at the hospital, the doctor, Julia Jimenez, emerged from the surgical centre and greeted the Simpsons- parents Carla and Doug along with her brother Joseph- in the waiting room.
“Mr. and Mrs. Simpson,” said Jimenez, with a sombre look on her face as the Simpsons looked on, anxiously. “I have good news and I have bad news.”
“Wha-what's the bad news?” said Doug, holding back tears as Carla already began to cry.
“We were not able to save Nancy,” said Jimenez. “She drank so much Valium that it sped up her heart, and the brain damage she suffered because of her fall meant we were unable to contain her heart rhythms. Eventually she suffered cardiac arrest and she died, albeit peacefully in her sleep.”
At this stage Doug and Carla collapsed into each other's arms, their tears flowing liberally. They were too distraught to realize that Jimenez had more to tell them, though Joseph fought back his tears enough to ask.
“You said there was good news?” he said before breaking down and crying momentarily.
“I did,” said Jimenez.
“I'm not sure how there is good news,” said Joseph, again crying. “My sister is dead.”
“We were able to save her baby,” said Jimenez. “We were able to keep Nancy alive long enough to preserve her fetus, where we were able to place her in our artificial womb. It's an experimental technology given to us from the Roman government, but I'm confident the fetus will develop into a fully-functioning, healthy baby.”
The Simpsons stopped their crying and looked at Jimenez with shock and confusion.
“OK, I'm sorry,” said Doug. “Did you say she had a baby? Did I hear you correctly?”
It was now Jimenez's turn to be confused.
“Yes,” said Jimenez. “You did hear me correctly. She had a baby. She had a baby. I thought you would have known...or at least have known that she was trying for one.”
“Trying?” said Carla in shock. “She wasn't dating anyone, who could she possibly be 'trying' to have a baby with?”
“What if she got drunk and had sex with someone at prom?” said Doug, who then recoiled in horror.
Jimenez sighed, soured at what she thought was good news not being received so well.
“Listen,” said Jimenez. “I'm sorry I had to break all this right now...I wish things were different...but, they are what they are. I just want to know if you wish to-”
“Terminate that pregnancy!” said Doug forcefully, with Carla nodding in agreement. “I don't want anything to remind me of the beautiful daughter I just lost tonight...especially because that baby is only the result of the filth some creep did to her. Terminate it! Now!”
“OK,” Jimenez said, sheepishly.
After the Simpson family left, Jimenez went to Carlos Ruiz, the hospital's Chief of Staff.
“They want to terminate that pregnancy,” said Jimenez, “but I can't bring myself to do it. No...not after all the work we put into that machine.”
“I agree,” said Ruiz. “Nancy's baby is the first one you've put into the womb, correct?”
“Yes,” said Jimenez. “The very first...not that the distinction matters.”
“Very well then,” said Ruiz. “Since you want to keep it alive, you will take care of the baby.”
“You know I will,” said Jimenez firmly. “Through thick and thin I will.”
“Good,” said Ruiz with a smile.
“I will name the baby 'Raven',” said Jimenez, “because I know once the baby is born, he or she will fly, soar above the heights and achieve things no one thought would be possible...because no one thought our womb would work, when it will.”