This is part of a story called "Mistaken Identity" where a blonde biker woman was attacked because some fat girl thought she sold drugs to some girls, including her sister and cousin. The woman had already escaped an earlier beating by Collette and a friend of hers who she somehow managed to konk on the head with a rock and get away from her. She saw a motorcycle down by the river while running from the girl, which belonged to one of the bikers who was taking a piss. The guy ignored her as she pleaded for help, but he was bombed out of his skull. This gave the fat teen ample time to catch up to Jody. Jody ran for her life around the perimeter of the river, but Clara found her in an isolated area and it wasn't pretty. Jody's 28, about 5'5 and 115 pounds. The girl, Collette was very tall and over 400 pounds. And, yes, she was 18 at the time of the beating. I'll continue with the story if there's enough interest.
A horn honked in the distance as a flock of birds fluttered from the tops of the tall trees. Jody gazed around and searched for the fat girl, Collette, but didn’t see her anywhere. She then heard something rustle in the trees thirty feet away.
Jody climbed up the hill. The trees were so dense she couldn’t discern where the top of the hill led. With her luck tonight, she’d probably hit a dead end somewhere. She stared down the hill to the right. She spotted a bridge in the distance through the trees, as car lights floated by in both directions.
Jody stood on a small level spot on the hill after ascending the acclivity another five minutes. She scanned the perimeter but still couldn’t locate the heavy teen. The girl had to be close.
Jody walked behind a large pin oak tree and reached into her pocket for her cell phone. She wanted to check the time, but then remembered Collette had smashed it. She didn’t have insurance on the cell and still owed AT&T four hundred bucks for it. But that was the least of her concerns.
Jody stopped thinking about her cell and caught her breath—hands akimbo on her hips. Suddenly she heard a stick break nearby. She had just turned to look up the hill toward the sound, when Collette’s fist struck her in the jaw and knocked her on the ground.
Jody rolled over five times before she wrapped her arm around a small sapling, stopping her descent. Her legs flew backwards and she lost her grip; she landed perpendicular to the row of trees in front of her. She was on her stomach as Collette came waddling down the hill.
“You’re a very stupid woman if you think you can get away from me,” shouted Collette. “I’m a well-conditioned athlete and you’re obviously not.”
Jody tried to stand but her boots slipped out from under her. She fell to her stomach for what seemed like the twentieth time.
Jody turned and rolled farther down the hill as Collette teetered after her. The last roll made her so dizzy she stopped. That’s when Collette grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.
“I don’t have any more time to mess with you, so I’m going to kill you right here on the river,” said Collette. “I saw a dam a few hundred yards up. I think I’ll toss you over it, how’s that? It’s not a huge drop-off, but the force of the water should be enough to take care of you. Come on.”
Collette grabbed Jody’s arm and pulled her down the hill and through a dense thicket of trees. Five minutes later, as Collette tugged on tree leaves, letting some fly back in Jody’s face, they approached the bank of the river. The damn was about two hundred yards beyond the bridge.
Jody felt woozy from the last punch and didn’t think she could fight the girl off. Her jaw ached on the opposite side from where the other girl struck her. She probably already had a concussion from the beating the other girl gave her. But somewhere between here and the dam, she had to think of something. She couldn’t just let this fat high school girl toss her in the river.
“Come on, you drug-dealing biker slut, I need to get home. I’ve got a softball tournament tomorrow.”
“I’m not a drug dealer for the tenth time,” said Jody. “I’ve never even been on a motorcycle.”
The girl stopped and turned. She released her grip on Jody’s arm.
“I’m getting sick and tired of your lies, you hear me? Keep it up and I’ll just pound you into oblivion right here. You saw what I did to your friend.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you could just kill me right here,” said Jody. “You’re three times my size. But even if I am a drug dealer, how do you know I’m responsible for any of the girls’ deaths at your school?”
You’re all responsible,” said Collette. “Just because you haven’t killed someone with your drugs doesn’t mean you won’t.” The girl raised her voice. “You’ll just keep selling and selling and ruining more peoples’ lives.”
“Have you ever seen me at your school?” asked Jody.
The girl squinted her eyes and glared at Jody. Despite the darkness, the girl and woman could still see each other.
“No, I haven’t.”
“See. I’m not who you think I am. You’ve mistaken Teri and me for some other people. And now you’re the murderer.”
Collette snarled. She grabbed Jody’s hair and pulled her toward her; she then tilted Jody’s head back. Jody bit on her bloody lower lip to fight the pain.
“I heard what you said back at the school about me, poking fun of my weight. I don’t care who you are. I’ve already beaten the hell out of four biker woman this past summer, including your friend, and have nothing to lose by beating your ass or killing you.”
“Look, I’m sorry about the comment,” said Jody. “You called me a slut when I walked by.”
“Well, you are a slut, prancing around in those tight blue jeans, nipples protruding out of your shirt.”
“I lost five pounds and wanted to show off my figure. It doesn’t make me a slut.”
“Okay. We’re done talking, you hear me? I’m going to walk you up the shore and toss you in the water. And there’s not a damn thing your skinny weakling ass can do about it.”
“Okay,” said Jody. “Just let go of my hair.”
The teen released her grip on Jody’s hair and shoved her backwards. Jody fell on her ass.
“Where’s my friend?” the girl said, as she stood above Jody. “Did you do something to my friend?”
“No.”
“Teresa,” the girl shouted. “Teresa, where are you?”
Jody scooted backwards. She got to her feet and started to run in the opposite direction, heading for the stone wall she had climbed earlier. She had only taken three steps when Collette grabbed her ankle.
With both hands on the ground, Jody balanced herself on one leg. She scrabbled both hands against the ground trying to free herself, which sent a flash of pain through her wounded finger. The girl pulled Jody’s ankle toward her, grabbed her shirt and kicked the inside of her knee. Jody’s knee snapped like a twig just before the girl pulled her to the ground.
Jody writhed on top of the girl as the girl landed on her shoulder with a thud. Jody felt the ground shake from the girl’s weight.
“My knee,” Jody cried. “You tore my knee ligament.”
“Serves you right for kicking me back there.” The girl shoved Jody away and stood up.
“I can’t walk on it,” said Jody.
“Yes, you can,” the girl said, as she again pulled her up by her hair. “And you’re going to.” Jody whimpered as she put weight on her injured leg.
“Oh, God. It hurts.”
The girl pulled Jody through some trees by her hair, then grabbed her arm. Jody started crying.
“If you’re looking for sympathy, I’ve got none for you.”
“I can’t walk,” cried Jody.
“Not my problem,” the girl said. “But I guess I’ll have to carry you the rest of the way.” Jody shook her head and shot her arms out.
“No. I can make it.”
Jody felt helpless now that her knee was out. She could no longer run away from the teen, which had been her one advantage, not including her latest failed attempt.
“Take a step,” the girl said. Jody stepped forward with her bad knee and fell to the ground.
“I’m carrying you.”
“No,” said Jody. “I can limp the rest of the way.”
The girl ignored her. She reached down, picked Jody up between her legs and flung her across her shoulder.
“You weigh next to nothing, slut, so I think I can carry your sorry ass a couple hundred yards.”
Jody started to scream from both the pain and sheer terror. Now that the girl had her on her shoulders, she was surely a dead woman. She whimpered as the girl walked down the hill and through the trees they had passed earlier. Just as the girl approached the shore, Jody passed out.
