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SeaVue Apartments, Murrell’s Inlet

“What happened to you after I left the rave last night?” April asked her friend on the phone. “You were pretty wasted. Who took you home?”

Wendy let out a small chuckle. “Wasted? It was you who was wasted, chickee-doo. Some guy from North Myrtle gave me a ride home. I think he wanted to get it on. He tried to get into my pants, but I wouldn’t let him. He was a loser, and I wasn’t that messed up,” she said. Both girls laughed.

“Did you get caught?”

“Nah. My parents are out of town this weekend at some stupid sales convention my father goes to every year. He takes my mother along to get a bigger tax deduction. I think that’s the only reason they had me – to get another tax deduction.”

April understood. “Uh, huh,” she said. From Kenny, she knew the emptiness that came from having a father who wasn’t there and didn’t care.

“He always brings me some stupid T-shirt with a duck or a horse on it. It’s like, some big deal with him to bring me something. I think it’s a guilt thing. He’s gone most of the time anyway. There’s always some problem at his stupid office that keeps him there late every night. I hardly ever see either one of them anymore. I don’t even think they really give a shit, though. What about you? You get busted when you came home? You were pretty wasted, too.”

“I beat my mother back by a few minutes, and she never suspected when she came in. But I puked on the sheets and soaked my bed pretty bad, so I washed the sheets this morning, and she knew something was fishy. I guess I wasn’t lookin’ real good when she woke me up, and she got real suspicious. She told me I was grounded, but screw it. I don’t care. I can always hang at my father’s place. It’s a total dump, and his girlfriend’s a pain in the ass, but he doesn’t hassle me, and he even gives me weed sometimes.”

“Did you hear that they busted the rave about 4:00 in the morning?”

“No way! I can’t believe it. What happened?”

“Some kid was all messed up and had a head-on right in front of the place when some cops were drivin’ by. They saw the accident and started the blue lights. When everybody started running, they knew they had stumbled across something. They busted Suzi and a bunch of other kids for possession and confiscated all the stuff inside, but that’s about it. Rage, Melvin, and Thud all split in time, but they lost all their sound stuff. That sucked big time.”

“God, I’m glad I had C.B. take me home early. Is Suzi OK?”

“I dunno. C.B.’s gonna bail her out if her parents won’t. I don’t think they give a shit since she got busted last month for shoplifting again.”

“We’re lucky to have C.B. Who else gives a crap about us?”

“Yeah, I know. Hey – you got your reading done for the meeting tomorrow? C.B. wants everybody in the group to know about The Fourteen Words, RAHOWA, and the history of the W.A.R. Skins. Company’s comin’ tomorrow, and he wants to impress the guy.”

“Get real. My head still feels like a garbage can with somebody bangin’ on it. I can hardly even stand talking to you. And my body feels like a toxic waste dump.”

"You gotta do it, April. You gotta be strong and know the drill if you want to be a W.A.R. Skin. C.B. says we all gotta be ready for the Racial Holy War and know why The Fourteen Words are so important. He says it’s us or them. We’ve got to be ready when Black Bike Week starts next week. It’s things like that – an invasion of blacks – that could start the Racial Holy War. He’ll be counting on us.”

“You’re way ahead of me, Wendy. Oh, crap,” April said. “I gotta....” and ran to the bathroom. Through the phone, Wendy could hear her gag, throw up, and flush.

“Ooooh,” April moaned when she returned to the phone. She fell on the bed, rolled over on her back, and moved her head close to the handset, which lay on the mattress. “I love C.B. and you guys, but I don’t give a shit about the stupid Racial Holy War he’s always talking about. I don’t want to be in any wars with anybody. I just want to get out of my house, out of high school, and live someplace where nobody hassles me.”

“You don’t even know The Fourteen Words yet, do you?”

“Yes, Wendy dearest,” April replied in her most sarcastic tone, “I do. ‘We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children.’ But who cares? And who cares about black people, anyway? They usually stay together with their own kind, just like we do.”

“Oh, yeah? Then why do all those black speed bikers come down here alone on the second week of Bike Week? The Harley crowd – God-loving, patriotic white people like us – usually bring their wives and girlfriends with them. Those black guys all come here lookin’ for white chicks to hook up with. C.B.’s right. Race-mixing is gonna be the death of the white race. Hell, we’re already a minority in our own country. Somebody’s gotta draw the line. That’s why God made W.A.R. Skins like us. If we don’t keep the white race pure, who will?”

“Get real, Wendy. Half the white people in Myrtle Beach who don’t work in the tourist trade leave town for the Bike Weeks anyway. So who’s there for any of them to pick up? Some of the strip clubs even close down for Black Bike Week. I’d never talk to a black guy ‘less I had to, but if they don’t mess with me, I won’t mess with them.”

“’Ya comin’ to the meeting tonight?” Wendy asked. “One of C.B.’s friends from the Hammerskins is gonna be there. He’s a Christian guy. Has his own church. Plays in a Skinhead band. He’s got the latest CDs from Aggravated Assault, Max Resist, Bully Boys, and No Remorse. You can tell your Mom you’re goin’ to church. I bet she’d let you go to church on Sunday.”

April laughed – to the extent that her splitting headache would let her do anything. “I thought their motto was ‘When you’re a Hammer, everything looks like a nail.’ I like punk and ska, but I don’t like all the violent stuff. My motto is, ‘If you don’t like ‘em, ignore ‘em.’ Anyway, my mother was pretty pissed about last night. I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t lock me up until I turn eighteen. Fortunately, that’s only three months from now. I’ll see what I can do. Bye.”