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This is a fight between a huge high school girl and a 29 year-old blonde biker chick who was selling drugs at her school.  The fight took place in some woods out in the middle of nowhere.  It's a work of fiction -- and a bit violent -- but I knew a woman that had a similar experience years ago.  She didn't sell drugs but got beat up by some huge girl after mouthing off to her. It was at an outside party that the girl was crashing. Needless to say, the bikers didn't intervene as is usually the case when females fight.

     Paula ran through the woods and wove between narrow spaces of the tall trees and brush.  Her entire body ached.  Her lungs burned.  She was running east by her best estimate as the sun canted toward the Western twilight sky.  She was freezing.  She lost her leather jacket. 
     Poor Heather.  Alice had beaten her friend senseless as she would probably do to her if she caught her out here.  Heather was one of her best friends.  Her heart hammered against her sternum.  A million thoughts flitted through her mind, including how she'd defend herself against Alice and the other girls if they caught her.
She stopped as she neared the big lake.  She hunched over to catch her breath, leaning forward with her hands on the knees of her Levi's. 
     "Oh, fuck.  I'm lost.  What am I going to do?"  She coughed cold air out of her lungs.
     The girls had driven her several hours away and kept her locked in some room all day Friday.  A girl named Claire had been there.  She brought her a couple meals and gave her something to sleep.  When she didn't take the pill, Alice came in and forced it down her throat. 
     Paula hadn't awakened until 3:00 p.m. today, where she found herself tied to a chair at the remote cabin.  Moments ago, she wiggled out of the ropes after falling on the floor with the chair.  She then ran out of the cabin toward the woods, but none of the girls chased her.  She hadn't seen them for hours.
     Paula started thinking that the girls' absence was just a ruse.  They were going to hunt her down.  She could feel it.   
She felt groggy and nauseated as she stared at the dense foliage in distance beyond the lake.  The air was moist and cold. A stream of gray clouds streaked the sky.  Several gusts of wind cuffed and chilled her.
Paula saw no way to traverse the lake.  The ice didn't look frozen enough for her to walk on it.  She  headed back the opposite way toward the woods and tried to find a hiding place.  Branches cracked beneath her cowboy boots.  She stepped up onto higher ground and grasped a small sapling.  She caught her breath.   
     "Oh, Paula," someone said.  The voice stunned her, even though she expected the girls to show up at some point.  "Come out, come out wherever you are."   
     She recognized the booming contralto-like voice.  Paula sidled behind an elm tree and turned sideways.  She felt she was thin enough to hide herself from view.  She place her head against the trunk of the tree as her pulse rate soared.
Alice made her way down the hill.  Paula could see her through the openings in the trees.  She wore a green waist-length coat and tight gray sweat pants—her rear end protruding through the material at an almost deformed proportion.  Her fat white face oddly contrasted her black stringy bangs. 
     The girl moved to within forty feet of her.  She waddled forward near the fringe of the woods.  As the girl got closer, she noticed the scowl on her large face.  Everything about her was huge, and her hips were as wide as a table.  Paula knew the teen had some kind of a pituitary abnormality.  She'd seen something like it on one other occasion.  But that man was gentle.  Alice scared Paula to death, even though she was just a high school girl.   
Alice trudged closer and entered the same section of the woods; she made her way half way through it, pushing vines aside and stirring up dry leaves.  Paula's heart shot to her throat.  She didn't know what to do.  She stepped further behind the tree as Alice inched closer.  That's when a stick snapped underneath Paula's boot.  It sounded like a firecracker in the quietude of the bucolic surroundings.
     "Is that you, Paula?"  Alice cackled.  "You can't leave.  We've got some unfinished business to discuss."
When Alice was within twenty feet, Paula took a couple deep breaths and pushed herself away from the tree.  She darted north, slapping brush and vines aside.  One whipped back and smacked her in the cheek, nearly poking her in the eye.  It stung like crazy.
     Alice took off after Paula.  Despite her size, she was quick.  Her athleticism added a spring to her gait that Paula couldn't match.  Paula ran with less coordination through the woods—feminine-like, unlike a girl jock.   
     "Oh, no.  Oh, please no," Paula moaned, as she looked over her shoulder.  Alice was gaining on her.  Just then, Paula's boot struck an elevated patch of land and her knee buckled.  She fell forward and rolled down the hill toward the edge of the woods—twenty yards from the lake.  She landed on her side next to a pine tree. 
     Alice trundled toward her.  She was fifteen feet away.  Paula stood but fell to her knees winded.  When the biker chick got to her feet, Alice tackled her to the ground and knocked the wind out of her.  Paula landed on her back in the clearing—with Alice's arm draped across her abdomen. 
     Paula clawed at Alice with her long nails, which protruded through her biker gloves, but Alice reached up, grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. 
     "You really didn't think you'd get away, did ya?"  Paula tried to catch her breath but couldn't;  her heart was hammering.  She looked up at Alice—her pouty lips pursed.  "Did ya?"  Alice moved up and straddled the woman.
     "Please let me go," said Paula.  "I won't say anything.  I swear."
     "But you now know that I whipped your friend's ass.  I can't just let you go to the police."
     "I won't go to the police.  I promise," said Paula.
     "You're a lying sack of shit, too, biker bitch.  You and your other stripper friends have already told a million lies."
     Alice stood and gazed toward the lake.  She stretched her arms up and smirked.  She then reached down, grabbed a tuft of Paula's blonde hair and pulled her to her feet.  Paula screamed.
     "You're hurting me," she shouted.  Alice continued tugging on her hair as she took a couple steps forward. 
     "That's about the least I'm gonna do to you," said Alice.
     "Help me!  Please, somebody help me."  Alice laughed.
     "No one can hear you out here."  She released her grip on the blonde's hair.  Paula staggered forward, stopped and hung her head down.  Her legs wobbled. 
     "Any last words?" said Alice.  Paula gazed up at her.
     "You . . .  you're going to kill me, aren't you?"   
     "As pathetic as you are, yes, I'm gonna kill you."  Paula looked down at the ground as tears filled her eyes.  "But I'll make it quick so you don't suffer."  Alice cackled.
     "Please don' kill me."  Alice took a step toward the woman.  Paula backed up and raised her hands in a begging manner.  Alice took another step.
     "Help!"

     Alice surveyed the area.  The two were alone.  Her aunt's property was miles away from any neighbor.  A few renters occupied tenants across the lake but they didn't concern Alice.
     Paula continued to back up as the girl approached.  Before she could react, Alice lunged forward and punched her in the gut. The blow dropped Paula to her knees.  She then punched the woman in the head and knocked her on her side.
Paula didn't remain on the ground long.  The girl pulled her up and held her by her shirt. 
CUSSSSHHHHH!  Alice knocked her to the ground with the back of her fist.  Paula's body rolled over several times before she landed on her side again.
     "Come on, biker bitch.  At least put up a fight.  You're making this way too easy."  Alice picked Paula up again and flipped her around like a crash test dummy.  Blood trickled down the corner of the biker chick's mouth to her chin.  Her eye was still bruised shut.  Her face was already a wreck from last night, and her hand was broken.  It ached even more in the cold. 
     Alice held the woman as she wobbled.  She smirked as she raised her fist high above her right ear.
CUSSSSHHHHH!  Alice again back-fisted the woman and knocked her down.  Paula's closed her eyes as she tried to crawl away from Alice—her ass hiked up.  Alice planted her foot on the left rear pocket of the woman's Levi's and shoved her to her stomach.  She picked her up again and turned her around, embracing her in a fierce front bear hug.
     "Ummmphhh!"  the biker chick aspirated, as Alice squished the air out of her lungs.  Alice put Paula down.  She staggered forward.  Alice socked her in the gut with an uppercut.  She sank to her knees again.
     CUSSSHHHH!  Alice whacked Paula across the face with the back of her hand and knocked her to her stomach.  She then grabbed the blonde by her choker and pulled her up.  Paula screamed as Alice pulled her to her feet and shoved her forward.  Half of her face was bloodied. 
     Alice blocked a weak slap from the woman, then grabbed her by the neck in the crook of her elbow.
She choked the woman and walked her backwards toward the water.  Paula gagged.  Alice's grip was choking off her air.  She coughed.  Then her body went limp as Alice dragged her by her boots to the edge of the water.
     Alice released her grip.  Paula fell to her knees in the chilly water.  She awakened and crawled around on her hands and knees.  She then reached up to rub her throat.  Alice pulled her back up just as she started coughing again.
     Paula stood and wobbled in the heel-deep murky water—with a million tiny floes of ice milling around her.  Her jeans and shirt were soaked.  Alice could see her nipples through the shirt.  Paula shivered.  Her lips trembled.  She coughed a couple more times.  She glared and pointed at Alice.
     "You'll get yours, fat girl.  You can't treat people like this."  Paula gasped.  Alice moved closer.
     "Maybe so, but I sure kicked your skinny ass.  And there's nothing you can do about it, you pathetic little piece of trash."
     "Maybe not, but . . ."
     CUSSSSHHHHH!  Alice backhanded Paula across the cheek and eye and knocked her out.  Her body splashed into the water, sending chunks of ice in motion.  Alice stepped further into the lake, grabbed the woman by her belt and shirt and dragged her into chest-high water.  She then stood the unconscious woman up in the water, put her hand on the top of her head and dunked her.  She held Paula under water for several seconds, then pulled her up.  She then dunked her again.  She finally got tired of fighting the hapless woman and dragged her to shore.  She left her there -- not caring in the least what would happen to her out here.

     The woman woke up an hour later, found a house near the lake and got some help.  She later broke up with her biker boyfriend and stopped selling drugs.



The feeling of me now is very glad to be with everyone here.
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