Jailhouse blues

[The Lost One]

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::He remembered watching it happen. He remembered hearing the words come out of the dark haired punk rock woman's mouth, but even though the words came out of her mouth his eyes went to the platinum blond and black streaked chesty woman standing to his left. He studied the look on her face. The sheer misery. The unmitigated pain. The agony of having her heart ripped in two.

The face he so loved to see. The smile which tugged at the very edges of her lips. He knew those lips. Had felt them touch his own so tenderly. Had felt then caress his throat so gently. Those lips had explored him in ways he didn't even know were possible......but now they were quivering in agony.

Her eyes he knew just as well. Brown, like pools of soft milk chocolate that were able to share such a range of emotions. He had seen many looks in those beautiful eyes over the last almost year. He had seem tenderness. He had seen anger and frustration. He had seen understanding and innocence. He had seen them narrowed with concern over his nightmares and widened staring up at him in wonder, her eyes always betrayed her when she came undone beneath him.....but now they were widened with pain, tears threatening to spill down.

She has always been beautiful. Even when he was married to her best friend he had noticed how truly breath taking Bethany was, but never acted on it. It wasn't until Joshua had taken him and he had learned of Melissa and Jeszika was he able to actually walk down a path begun a night so many months before.

A night of drinks and far to much honesty.....but that wasn't who she was at the moment. She was a sister, who was losing her family. Who was being tortured by someone she thought she could trust. Someone who promised always to be there for her.

And then he snapped. He lashed out and slammed his fist into her sister's jaw. He watched the blow lift her from her feet and watched as she dropped to the hard concrete floor.

He remembered Jeszika and Bethany grabbing each arm. He remembered Bethany's other hand on his chin, her voice calling to him, trying so hard to draw him back from the brink of hate.....but she sounded so far away. Drowned out by the thunderous pounding in his eyes and Ashley's voice screaming in his head.

“MURDERER!” “You killed Mama!” “You murdered Mama!”

He remembered throwing his arms back and launching Bethany and Jeszika into the catering table behind him and charging at Ashley, who was being cradled by Nikki.

He remembered jumping into the air, thinking of nothing but stopping her. He had to make her stop hurting Bethy.

He remembered the feel of her skull beneath his boot. She was hurting Bethy.

He remembered the sickening crack of her skull hitting the concrete. He had to make her stop hurting his Bethy.

He remembered her scream of sorrow and pain.

…..it was Bethany's scream.....and he had caused it.::

{-}Orleans Parish County Jail
Immate Processing
September 21st
8:15 AM{-}

::Broderick Montgomery sat bolt up on the cold stone bench that they called a bed. He was drenched in sweat. He wasn't yet dressed in county orange yet but they had taken his watch and shoelaces, not that he was on suicide watch so much, as it was standard operating procedure.

Brody sat in the corner of the room on the bench/bed with his back against the wall and his head leaned back on the wall. His eyes stared at the clock as the seconds ticked into minutes. He knew that right now Ashley was in the hospital and that Bethany and Jeszika were with her. Regardless of what she had done, she was still her sister and Bethany loved her.

The audible clanking click was heard and the door of the holding cell swung open. The woman who walked into the room wore the standard DoC uniform and had her hands on her hips. Brody looked over and lifted a brow as she looked over at him.::

Correctional officer: “Bond's been posted.”

Brody: “Who?”

Correctional officer: “Above my pay grade. They told me you have been bonded, so I come and get you.”

::Brody offered the faintest of little nods and slid from the bench. As he walked toward the woman he chuckled softly and the woman's head snapped around to look at him.::

Correctional officer: “Something funny Inmate?”

::Brody motions down with a single finger toward his feet. The tongues of his shoes are sticking out and because of it they seemed to flop off his feet and slap into the ground with each step.::

Brody: “The sound amuses me.”

::The woman actually managed to crack a smile and nodded her head for him to follow. Brody leaves the cell and through the hallways of the county jail. They followed the red line heading to the left. Next to the red line were a blue and yellow line. Prisoners are to keep to these lines at all times, except Brody of course. He walked dead center of the hallway.

When they reached the large open area where three other officers gathered one of them slapped a paper bag on the counter and Brody pulled out his wallet, sunglasses and shoelaces. The female officer who had led him out landed him a clipboard and he began to sign paperwork.

As he signed the release forms he glanced to the desks and saw a picture of the woman with a ten year old boy who was all smiles.::

Brody: “Your son?”

Male Correctional officer #1: “You'll want to watch yourself carefully here Inmate.”

Male correctional Officer #2: “ It's not smart to talk about a CO's family convict.”

Brody: “I aint a Convict yet.....”

Male Correctional Officer #2: “You assaulted a defenseless woman. You're scum as far as I am concerned.”

Brody: “And you are a step above a rent a cop. Couldn't make it on the street, so you push around inmates for a living.”

::The correctional officer jumped up and came around the table but the other male officer pushed his hand into his chest.::

Male Correctional Officer #1: “You know who that is! You touch him and his lawyers will have your job Josh!”

::Brody smirked a moment and then pulled a piece of paper from the stack and scribbled onto it before handing it to the female correctional officer. The woman turned up her nose without looking at the paper.::

Female correctional Officer: “Are you really hitting on me Inmate?”

Brody: “.....for fuck sakes. Read the paper.”

::Brody tossed the paper onto the table then turned and followed the first male officer down the hallway further toward his freedom. The female picked up the paper and looked down before shaking her head in disgust. The other male officer came over agitated.::

Male Correctional Officer #2: “What did the little prick give you?”

Female Correctional Officer: “......It's an Autograph.....for my son.”

::The female officer turns and sprints down the hallway getting to the doors just as they were opened for Brody. She grabbed a hold of his wrist and his head spun around in surprise. He looked from his wrist up to the woman's face and lifted a brow.::

Female Correctional Officer: “.....i just wanted to say......Thanks.”

Brody: “My pleasure.....try and remember....not everyone who is here, is a criminal.”

::Brody turns and walks through the doors leading to the waiting area and is surprised by what he finds waiting for him. It wasn't Bethany or Jeszika. It wasn't Nikki. It wasn't even Sentinel.

It was Jayni Sullivan.::

{-}Orleans Parish County Jail
Waiting Area
September 21st
9:15 AM{-}

::When the door swung open the woman stood up from the chair where she sat. She wasn't queit as Skinny as she had been before. A bit thicker around the chest and hips. She wore a pair of brown leather pants and fur boots. A brown tank top with a red and black vest over it covering the curves of her breasts. Her hair was the same fiery red, but now it had fake extensions of crimson and black in brains that hung down each shoulder and over her chest.

She wore thick eye shadow and here lashes were darker and thicker then normal, enhanced. Her lips were full and glossed with pink and over her brow, just sitting on the hair were a pair of old school steam punk goggles.

Brody took all of this in with impressed amusement. Jayni truly was a beautiful creature and his eyebrow went up.::

Brody: “Going to a circus?”

Jayni: “Fuck you Montgomery. I didn't have to bail your ass out of jail.”

::Jayni blushed and tugged at the ends of the long vest, fidgeting with her toes on the ground and looked down at the floor. Brody teasing her stung. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she thought Beth knew how she felt about him.::

Brody: “Chill Sullivan, I was only teasing. You look amazing.”

Jayni: “But still not as good as Bethy?”

Brody: “A close second?”

::Brody grinned a bit but Jayni could see beyond it and motioned with her hand for him to follow. She could see the sweating and the way his pupils were dilated. Brody fell in line behind her as they walked out and in a hushed voice she whispered.::

Jayni: “Is it the alcohol or something else?”

Brody: “The hell are you talking about? What are you doing here?”

::Jayni gave him a penetrating look as they descended the stairs and Brody snorted.::

Brody: “i am in pain, that's all. What are you doing here?”

::When they neared that old red beat up pick up truck Jayni leaned into the window. Brody glanced over and held his comments to himself to see her ass sticking out of the window. He knew somehow Bethy could even appreciate that sight.

When she came back out again she tossed him a small bottle discretely and Brody looked down surprised and then back up at her. Jayni blushed and looked away.::

Jayni: “From when I had surgery on my wrist......i figured you'd be hurting.”

::Brody took two without even drinking anything to swallow them and then slid into the truck and Jayni looked over at him.::

Jayni: “Want me to take you back to the beach house?”

Brody: “What are you doing here?”

::Jayni looked out at the road and gripped the wheel in each hand.::

Jayni: “Maybe home then?”

::Brody reached over and took her small chin in his hand and turned her to look at him.::

Brody: “Jayni, what are you doing here? The last time I saw you.....was Aerynn.....”

Jayni: “......I've been taking jobs in all the cities UWA has had shows.....ever since Bethany came to see me.”

Brody: “Why?”

Jayni: “Brody where do you......”

Brody: “Why!”

Jayni: “She was so worried......”

::Jayni shook her face out of his grip and looked back out at the road.::

Jayni: “She said the nightmares haven't stopped.....and your drinking so much....and the pills. I was afraid for you.....both of you.”

::Brody said nothing, just stared over at the red haired woman. He knew she'd continue if he said nothing and true to his thought she sighed and looked over.::

Jayni: “.....i was at Raising Hell....and I saw what happened. Bethany must be crushed.....what happened to her sister......”

Brody: “What I did to her sister......”

Jayni: “It wasn't your fault. Ashley has lost her mind! She isn't the same girl she used to be.”

Brody: “.....It's not over yet.”

Jayni: “What do you mean it's not over? Your boss had you arrested.”

Brody: “And I used my one phone call to talk to him.....i asked to be reinstated.....for one match. I want Ashley.....”

Jayni: “NO! You and Bethy.......after all of this. You can't seriously want to do this!”

Brody: “She's hurting Beth Jayni. I cannot allow this to continue. What I did......i made a mistake and I know that and I am so so sorry for it, but what she did? What she has been doing? Taking that shit? That's wrong!”

Jayni: “So you stop hurting Beth, by doing something that will hurt her? Where is the sense in that?!”

Brody: “Take me to a motel......”

Jayni: “.....Brody.....”

Brody: “Take me or i'll walk.....”

::Jayni sighed softly and the old truck roared to life and took off.::

{-}New Orleans
Motel
September 28th
1:15 AM{-}

::Brody sat on the table near the window, a full glass of what appeared to be scotch sitting on the table in front of him. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts. His hair was down over his forearm and almost hanging into his eyes.

He reaches out and takes a hold of the now half empty bottle of yellow pills, flicks the lid off and lifts the bottle to his lips, taking multiple pills with his lips and setting the bottle back down before lifting the glass up and draining half the glass in a single drink.

Jayni sat on the bed with her legs pulled up, her knees pressing into her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. She was no longer wearing the thick make up, and it seemed to only enhance how beautiful she was. The extensions were out of her hair which was pulled into two tiny pig tails. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a white button up shirt opened at the top to expose a bit of her cleavage.

Brody sniffed and then turned and looked at her as she pulled out her cell phone and pointed it at him. Brody stared into the running camera and his eyes seemed to bore into those watching.::

Brody: “For months now Ashley......i have sat back and listened. Sat back and took it. Watched as you abused the only family you have left and for why? Your own selfish narcissism. Let me make a couple of things clear to you Ash.....

Bethy didn't kill your mother! Bethy was a scared girl who didn't know what else to do. And have you ever stopped long enough to think that your mother would be ashamed of what you have become? That she's looking down at you right now disgusted.

Family doesn't do the kind of things you have been doing.....and for what? Jealousy? Some petty sibling rivalry? Self hatred?”

::Brody reaches down and pulls the glass up taking another deep drink before slamming the glass back down onto the table.:::

Brody: “Bethany is the better wrestler.....SO WHAT?! Who cares? Why can't you just be proud of your sister and stand by her side, have her fucking back Ash?

You want to throw a tantrum because she was worried about your drug habits? I was just as worried Ashley. Did you stop long enough to think we were all worried because we cared? That we pushed because we loved you?

Well she did. Me.....”

::Brody lifted the glass again and finished it, slamming the glass down onto the table again, this time the glass shatters. Brody however, shaking with rage doesn't notice as the glass shatters and his hand slams down onto the table, the shards slicing into his palm. Jayni behind the cell phone gasps but doesn't move.::

Brody: “....I only want one thing. You to stop hurting your sister. MY Bethy. You refuse and so now....i will make you.....i am going to plant my boot onto the back of your head and slam your pasty, punk rock head into the ground.....over....and over.....and over.....AND OVER.....AND OVER......AND OVER!

UNTIL ALL THAT IS LEFT IS YOU DRIBBLING SPIT DOWN YOUR CHIN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.”

::Brody takes a moment and a deep breath to calm himself. Jayni was heard whispering.::

Jayni: “Brody.....slow down......”

Brody: “.....Bethany will have her sister back......even if she is a jabbering brain dead version whose only inclusion in intelligent conversation is spit bubbles and animal noises.....You asked for this Ashley. You couldn't stop.....so now I will make you.”

::Brody finally rose from the chair and moved into the bathroom to wash off his hand and clean the blood and glass from the skin. Jayni turned the phone back to herself, showing her concerned face.::

Jayni: “.....I'm trying my best......but I don't think I am enough.......”

::A message for one specific person out there watching and then the camera feed dies.::