The Freak| Jimmy Darling

Chapter Four.

I grabbed a switchblade from our table and hid it in my hand. Jimmy and I rushed out of the door and followed him into the tent. We bursted in and saw Bette and Dot with handcuffs on.

"Hey! What seems to be the problem?" I asked angrily.

The cop looked up and smiled. "I've gotta thank you. That sign you put up lead me to my main suspects," he said and turned away.

"What sign?" I whispered to Jimmy.

"Elsa told Eve to hang up their sign outside the show," Jimmy whispered back. I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck," I whispered. I heard people come up from behind me. I looked to see Eve and Paul.

"And thanks to you freaks, I'll probably get an award or something," he said.

"Don't call us freaks," I mumbled. I sneakily handed the switchblade to Jimmy.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"DON'T CALL US FREAKS!" Jimmy screamed. He used the switchblade to slit the guy's throat. Everyone besides Jimmy and I gasped. Jimmy bent down to grab the keys out of the detective's pocket, and he freed the twins.

"T-thank you," Dot said.

"Thank Melanie. She brought the knife," Jimmy said with a smile.

"Well you did the dirty work," I said.

"Well, we thank both of you," Bette said with a smile.

I smiled at her. "I'm guessing that you need me to carry this guy?" Eve asked.

Jimmy nodded. "Let's bring him out behind the Ferris Wheel. Grab some knives," He said. We all nodded and walked to the field behind the wheel.

"Tonight, I killed a man who called us Freaks. And I will not hesitate to do it to any other person that does so. I am sick and tired of these people judging us before they know us!" Jimmy yelled. We all agreed. "And when someone messes with one of us, they mess with all of us. Including you two. You're family now," Jimmy said, pointing to Bette and Dot. They smiled. "Now let's give this fucker a proper send off," he said as we all started stabbing the guy. Then, we buried him and left. As if it never happened.

Jimmy and I started walking back together. "That was a really nice speech," I said.

"I meant it. And you tell me if anyone calls you a freak, okay?" He asked.

"Of course. Remember when Peter Tully called me a Freak so you and Paul beat him up when we were fifteen?" I asked. He laughed.

"Yeah that prick had it comin' anyway," he said.

"Yeah," I said with a short laugh. We walked into our caravan and slumped on our beds.

"So... Normal routine tomorrow?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah. Unless you think of something different," I said, pulling my curtains (that are hanging above my bed so that Jimmy can't see me changing) closed. I changed into pajamas and opened the curtains again.

"Why are we performing for two people tomorrow?" I asked.

"A rich mother and her son couldn't and wouldn't be caught dead attending a show with peasants!" Jimmy said, doing a 'rich person' impression.

I laughed. "And I heard that her son is a giant man baby!" I exclaimed.

Jimmy laughed. "No way," he said.

"Would I lie to you?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Jesus Christ," Jimmy said.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they try to buy the show," I said.