Post by Jeszika on Aug 21, 2014 4:45:50 GMT -6
It had been a long few days for Jeszika Gautier, a time when she should be happy, rejoicing... Brody was back, Melissa was free and finally it was starting to look like they were getting the upperhand on the Children. But sadly for Jeszika it wasnt all rainbows and unicorns. She had made a decision last week that may have cost her big time. Not to mention she hadn't been able to get hold of Melissa for days, even afer leaving countless messages. None the less she dials Melissa again, for like the hundreth time since last weeks Mayhem show. It rings, each second feeling like minutes, she's about ready to hang up and give up for now after about 10 rings.
Melissa: "...yeah?"
Jeszika can almost not speak as she hears the other womans voice on the other end of the line.
Jeszika: "Mel....? I..."
Melissa: "What is it, Jeszika? This is not a good time."
Jeszika: "I just wanted to know if you were ok... I havent heard from you since you got away from Joshua..."
A deep breath is taken on the other end of the phone.
Melissa: "You don't want to konw the answer to that question."
Jeszika is taken aback a little by her tone.
Jeszika: "I... Mel... I didnt mean for this to happen... I'm Sorry..."
Melissa: "The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I'd like to hope that you didn't mean for this to happen, but it's time to wake up: it DID happen. Because of whatever foolishness happens within this wrestling business of yours, I was held prisoner for months, Jeszika. MONTHS. Do you know what happened during that time?"
If she were shouting it would have been easier to deal with. But she's quiet when she talks. She wants Jeszika to hear and absorb every single word.
Jeszika: "I... I don't know what happened..."
She hestitates
Jeszika: "Did he hurt you... I saw the footage he sent of Brody and I was worried you had met the same fate..."
She pauses
Jeszika: "You havent... Have you?"
Melissa: "Laying his hands on me was more than enough for him though my skin still crawls. No, Jeszika, my unplanned time as a prisoner cost me my home and my job. It cost me my livelihood both professionally and personally. Do you understand what that means?"
Jeszika jaws drops
Jeszika: "You're not serious... Oh my god... Do you have somewhere to stay? I have spare rooms here, I have money if you need it... You can have my appartment in New York if that helps..."
Melissa: "I am on my way home to Louisville. Where I start over."
She pasues.
Melissa: "Again."
Jeszika: "Do you want my help? I'll help you in any way I can..."
Melissa: "You aren't getting it."
A sigh preludes her voice getting quieter.
Melissa: "You're the cause of all this."
Jeszika: "I know... Which is why I want to try and fix it. I caused this, the least I can do is try and make it better..."
Melissa: "You can't. Too many bad memories dredged up, past experiences haunting the present. You stay where you are."
Reality hits Jeszika as those words sink in.
Jeszika: "Are you..."
She swallows, a lump forming in her throat
Jeszika: "Breaking up with me?"
Melissa is silent for several moments.
Melissa: "I don't know. Association with you has taken me back to a place that, ultimately, I hoped never to visit again. A past of violence and abuse, Jeszika. At that monster's hands, that's what I revisited."
Jeszika: "I'm sorry... I never meant for this..."
She steadies herself against the doorframe.
Jeszika: "So, what do we do now? Is this it? Is it... Over?"
Melissa: "I don't know. I have to piece my life back together and decide."
Jeszika: "So you want me to give you space?"
Melissa: "...yes."
Jeszika closes her eyes and her hand goes over her mouth, as she tries to swallow her tears that overwhelm her.
Jeszika: "Ok... So I guess this is goodbye... for now..."
Melissa: "I don't like it either. But this has near ruined me."
Jeszika: "I'm sorry Mel... I love you... You know how to find me if you eveer need to... I will remain loyal to you always..."
She hestitates, choking on her tears
Jeszika: "Good bye Mel..."
Melissa: "Good-bye, Jeszika."
The line goes dead and Jeszika sinks to the ground, disbelief on her face. That did not go as planned. Suddenly she screams and throws the phone across the room, it shatters against the wall. The table goes next, as she sweeps the legs out from under it, sending the vase of flowers on top of it flying.
She sits there panting for a minute, before getting up and walking in a trance toward the kitchen, where she pulls a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of Bourbon from the cupboard. She grabs a glass too, but this soon flies across the room and shatters on the floor. She instead grabs the whole bottle and starts skulling the bottle back, as her tears fall.
She takes both bottles and heads to the living room, pausing as she enters and see's the picture of her and Melissa sitting on the shelf. She taakes it in her hands, her hands trembling as she does so, so much so that she drops the photo, it shatters.
Jesika: No! No!
She tries to pick up the broken peices and cuts her hand on te glass.
JEszika: Fuck...
She slumps down to ground, taking the bottle in her hand and skulling from the bottle. Yep, this was gonna be a long night... She didnt care if she drunk too much, didnt care if she passed out, she just wanted the pain to go away.
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Hours later, Jeszika's front door opens cause Bethany tried calling ahead, got no answer and then knocked on the door because she saw the lights on and the car in the driveway. She sees Jezzy on the floor, bleeding from the hand. Empty bottles litter the coffee table with shattered pieces of almost anything breakable lying on the floor next to her. bethany rushes forward and leans down quickly.
Bethany: Jezzy? Jezzy?
She gently pats her cheek, checking to make sure Jezzy is still breathing.
Bethany: Jezzy... God, how much did you have? JEZZY?!!!?
Jeszika stirs a little, and groans, but her eyes remain closed
Jeszika: Not enough…
She grumbles.
Bethany: She’s not talking to you, is she?
A sad look passes over Jeszika's face.
Jeszika: She did...
Bethany nods as Jeszika trails off, not able to bring herself to say out loud that Melissa was angry with her and told her to leave her alone for the time being.
Bethany: I know the feeling…
She leans down, gently cradles Jeszika's head and hugs her.
Bethany: I'm sorry, Jezzy.
Jeszika: I thought she'd come back and it would all be ok... But its not, B... Its not...
Her tears start falling.
Bethany: She's holding it against you, us, isn't she?
Jeszika: Yes... And I don't blame her either... Its al my fault, B... All my fault…
The tears fall again, and she sobs against Bethany's shoulder. Bethany nods sympathetically.
Bethany: I tried talking to Carrie last night.
Shaking her head, Bethany simply holds Jeszika tighter, before checking Jeszika’s hand.
Bethany: Stephanie had to take my drink order. She told me Carrie had been flirting the night before with some hot chick and then slapped her for no reason. Jonas almost had to fire her.
She pauses.
Bethany: We should probably clean and sew your hand up.
Jeszika looks down at her hand, watches as a drip falls from it and hits the floor.
Jeszika: I guess so…
Bethany helps her up and gets her to the bathroom.
Bethany: Good thing you keep supplies in here for job injuries.
Jeszika shrugs.
Jeszika: Suppose so…
Bethany nods as she starts to clean the wound.
Bethany: This reminds me of the time Ash smashed the guy in Palm Springs with the Jack Daniel's bottle and we had to give her stitches in the back seat of a borrowed rust bucket.
Jeszika: Dunno if this is quite the same as that... at least that was funny.
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Especially when she asked if we could give her a lightning bolt scar.
Jeszika: Yeah…
Bethany picks up the bottle of solution and readies a cleaning cloth.
Bethany: This is gonna hurt.
Jeszika: I can handle it....
Bethany nods and touches the cloth to the wound. Jeszika winces a little.
Bethany: Sorry, I’ll try to be quick about it here.
Jeszika: Ok.
A few more dabs and it’s time to start sewing.
Bethany: How many times have we had to do this to each other over the years here? Or at least for Ash?
Jeszika: Too many.
Bethany makes a quick check and then bandages the freshly-stitched hand.
Bethany: Ash was trying to talk Nik into going out earlier. Wanted an old school full party night.
Jeszika: Don't you think I had enough?
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Only slightly. Nik turned hr down until night after tomorrow anyway. That's when Richie comes back from the road. I think Nik is secretly hoping Billy's with them.
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: Why?
Bethany: Because Ash hasn't seen him since that night we caught her shooting heroin.
Jeszika: Oh, true.
Bethany: I honestly don't know what we're gonna do in either case there. If he's not there, there'll be three of us wishing we were too drunk to care. If he is... there'll be two of us that way and the third might be too stoned to care…
Jeszika: What a party it will be....
Bethany pats her shoulder.
Bethany: It's not your fault, Jezzy.
Jeszika: It isn't? Who was the one who started it all with Joshua? Who was the one who just last week willingly agreed to join the Children without even knowing that he had mel anymore? Who was the one who baited Joshua at every turn....
She trails off swallowing the lump in her throat.
Jeszika: I agreed to join them... do yiu think he'll hold me to that?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany: It is not your fault.
Jeszika: How B? How is it not my fault?
Bethany swallows hard.
Bethany: The same way it wouldn’t be your fault if she were lying there dying from cancer. Joshua McBride is responsible for what he does, no one else. He cares about no one but himself and his own glorification. You’ve heard his stories, he doesn’t really give a damn about the Children, he cares that he’s not alone and that he has someone to worship him and give him a reason to keep breathing tomorrow. Without them he’s nothing and he knows it, so he gives them things to play with so they won’t notice how badly he’s abusing them. It’s not your fault, Jezzy, it never was.
Jeszika: But none the less... I join him, B... I agreed to join the children…
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany: If we end them in this match, we won’t have to worry about that.
Jeszika manages a smile.
Jeszika: That's true.... we won’t.
Bethany exhales forcefully.
Bethany: Do you need to come over to my place tonight?
Jeszika nods.
Jeszika: Ok.
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Ok, come on.
Jeszika: Thanks, B... for everything.
Bethany nods, smiling supportively.
Bethany: Of course, I love you, Jezzy.
Jeszika: I love you too, B... I'm lucky to have friends like you, Ash... Nik... I don't know where I'd be without you.
Melissa: "...yeah?"
Jeszika can almost not speak as she hears the other womans voice on the other end of the line.
Jeszika: "Mel....? I..."
Melissa: "What is it, Jeszika? This is not a good time."
Jeszika: "I just wanted to know if you were ok... I havent heard from you since you got away from Joshua..."
A deep breath is taken on the other end of the phone.
Melissa: "You don't want to konw the answer to that question."
Jeszika is taken aback a little by her tone.
Jeszika: "I... Mel... I didnt mean for this to happen... I'm Sorry..."
Melissa: "The road to hell is paved with good intentions. I'd like to hope that you didn't mean for this to happen, but it's time to wake up: it DID happen. Because of whatever foolishness happens within this wrestling business of yours, I was held prisoner for months, Jeszika. MONTHS. Do you know what happened during that time?"
If she were shouting it would have been easier to deal with. But she's quiet when she talks. She wants Jeszika to hear and absorb every single word.
Jeszika: "I... I don't know what happened..."
She hestitates
Jeszika: "Did he hurt you... I saw the footage he sent of Brody and I was worried you had met the same fate..."
She pauses
Jeszika: "You havent... Have you?"
Melissa: "Laying his hands on me was more than enough for him though my skin still crawls. No, Jeszika, my unplanned time as a prisoner cost me my home and my job. It cost me my livelihood both professionally and personally. Do you understand what that means?"
Jeszika jaws drops
Jeszika: "You're not serious... Oh my god... Do you have somewhere to stay? I have spare rooms here, I have money if you need it... You can have my appartment in New York if that helps..."
Melissa: "I am on my way home to Louisville. Where I start over."
She pasues.
Melissa: "Again."
Jeszika: "Do you want my help? I'll help you in any way I can..."
Melissa: "You aren't getting it."
A sigh preludes her voice getting quieter.
Melissa: "You're the cause of all this."
Jeszika: "I know... Which is why I want to try and fix it. I caused this, the least I can do is try and make it better..."
Melissa: "You can't. Too many bad memories dredged up, past experiences haunting the present. You stay where you are."
Reality hits Jeszika as those words sink in.
Jeszika: "Are you..."
She swallows, a lump forming in her throat
Jeszika: "Breaking up with me?"
Melissa is silent for several moments.
Melissa: "I don't know. Association with you has taken me back to a place that, ultimately, I hoped never to visit again. A past of violence and abuse, Jeszika. At that monster's hands, that's what I revisited."
Jeszika: "I'm sorry... I never meant for this..."
She steadies herself against the doorframe.
Jeszika: "So, what do we do now? Is this it? Is it... Over?"
Melissa: "I don't know. I have to piece my life back together and decide."
Jeszika: "So you want me to give you space?"
Melissa: "...yes."
Jeszika closes her eyes and her hand goes over her mouth, as she tries to swallow her tears that overwhelm her.
Jeszika: "Ok... So I guess this is goodbye... for now..."
Melissa: "I don't like it either. But this has near ruined me."
Jeszika: "I'm sorry Mel... I love you... You know how to find me if you eveer need to... I will remain loyal to you always..."
She hestitates, choking on her tears
Jeszika: "Good bye Mel..."
Melissa: "Good-bye, Jeszika."
The line goes dead and Jeszika sinks to the ground, disbelief on her face. That did not go as planned. Suddenly she screams and throws the phone across the room, it shatters against the wall. The table goes next, as she sweeps the legs out from under it, sending the vase of flowers on top of it flying.
She sits there panting for a minute, before getting up and walking in a trance toward the kitchen, where she pulls a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of Bourbon from the cupboard. She grabs a glass too, but this soon flies across the room and shatters on the floor. She instead grabs the whole bottle and starts skulling the bottle back, as her tears fall.
She takes both bottles and heads to the living room, pausing as she enters and see's the picture of her and Melissa sitting on the shelf. She taakes it in her hands, her hands trembling as she does so, so much so that she drops the photo, it shatters.
Jesika: No! No!
She tries to pick up the broken peices and cuts her hand on te glass.
JEszika: Fuck...
She slumps down to ground, taking the bottle in her hand and skulling from the bottle. Yep, this was gonna be a long night... She didnt care if she drunk too much, didnt care if she passed out, she just wanted the pain to go away.
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Hours later, Jeszika's front door opens cause Bethany tried calling ahead, got no answer and then knocked on the door because she saw the lights on and the car in the driveway. She sees Jezzy on the floor, bleeding from the hand. Empty bottles litter the coffee table with shattered pieces of almost anything breakable lying on the floor next to her. bethany rushes forward and leans down quickly.
Bethany: Jezzy? Jezzy?
She gently pats her cheek, checking to make sure Jezzy is still breathing.
Bethany: Jezzy... God, how much did you have? JEZZY?!!!?
Jeszika stirs a little, and groans, but her eyes remain closed
Jeszika: Not enough…
She grumbles.
Bethany: She’s not talking to you, is she?
A sad look passes over Jeszika's face.
Jeszika: She did...
Bethany nods as Jeszika trails off, not able to bring herself to say out loud that Melissa was angry with her and told her to leave her alone for the time being.
Bethany: I know the feeling…
She leans down, gently cradles Jeszika's head and hugs her.
Bethany: I'm sorry, Jezzy.
Jeszika: I thought she'd come back and it would all be ok... But its not, B... Its not...
Her tears start falling.
Bethany: She's holding it against you, us, isn't she?
Jeszika: Yes... And I don't blame her either... Its al my fault, B... All my fault…
The tears fall again, and she sobs against Bethany's shoulder. Bethany nods sympathetically.
Bethany: I tried talking to Carrie last night.
Shaking her head, Bethany simply holds Jeszika tighter, before checking Jeszika’s hand.
Bethany: Stephanie had to take my drink order. She told me Carrie had been flirting the night before with some hot chick and then slapped her for no reason. Jonas almost had to fire her.
She pauses.
Bethany: We should probably clean and sew your hand up.
Jeszika looks down at her hand, watches as a drip falls from it and hits the floor.
Jeszika: I guess so…
Bethany helps her up and gets her to the bathroom.
Bethany: Good thing you keep supplies in here for job injuries.
Jeszika shrugs.
Jeszika: Suppose so…
Bethany nods as she starts to clean the wound.
Bethany: This reminds me of the time Ash smashed the guy in Palm Springs with the Jack Daniel's bottle and we had to give her stitches in the back seat of a borrowed rust bucket.
Jeszika: Dunno if this is quite the same as that... at least that was funny.
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Especially when she asked if we could give her a lightning bolt scar.
Jeszika: Yeah…
Bethany picks up the bottle of solution and readies a cleaning cloth.
Bethany: This is gonna hurt.
Jeszika: I can handle it....
Bethany nods and touches the cloth to the wound. Jeszika winces a little.
Bethany: Sorry, I’ll try to be quick about it here.
Jeszika: Ok.
A few more dabs and it’s time to start sewing.
Bethany: How many times have we had to do this to each other over the years here? Or at least for Ash?
Jeszika: Too many.
Bethany makes a quick check and then bandages the freshly-stitched hand.
Bethany: Ash was trying to talk Nik into going out earlier. Wanted an old school full party night.
Jeszika: Don't you think I had enough?
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Only slightly. Nik turned hr down until night after tomorrow anyway. That's when Richie comes back from the road. I think Nik is secretly hoping Billy's with them.
Jeszika frowns.
Jeszika: Why?
Bethany: Because Ash hasn't seen him since that night we caught her shooting heroin.
Jeszika: Oh, true.
Bethany: I honestly don't know what we're gonna do in either case there. If he's not there, there'll be three of us wishing we were too drunk to care. If he is... there'll be two of us that way and the third might be too stoned to care…
Jeszika: What a party it will be....
Bethany pats her shoulder.
Bethany: It's not your fault, Jezzy.
Jeszika: It isn't? Who was the one who started it all with Joshua? Who was the one who just last week willingly agreed to join the Children without even knowing that he had mel anymore? Who was the one who baited Joshua at every turn....
She trails off swallowing the lump in her throat.
Jeszika: I agreed to join them... do yiu think he'll hold me to that?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany: It is not your fault.
Jeszika: How B? How is it not my fault?
Bethany swallows hard.
Bethany: The same way it wouldn’t be your fault if she were lying there dying from cancer. Joshua McBride is responsible for what he does, no one else. He cares about no one but himself and his own glorification. You’ve heard his stories, he doesn’t really give a damn about the Children, he cares that he’s not alone and that he has someone to worship him and give him a reason to keep breathing tomorrow. Without them he’s nothing and he knows it, so he gives them things to play with so they won’t notice how badly he’s abusing them. It’s not your fault, Jezzy, it never was.
Jeszika: But none the less... I join him, B... I agreed to join the children…
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany: If we end them in this match, we won’t have to worry about that.
Jeszika manages a smile.
Jeszika: That's true.... we won’t.
Bethany exhales forcefully.
Bethany: Do you need to come over to my place tonight?
Jeszika nods.
Jeszika: Ok.
Bethany nods.
Bethany: Ok, come on.
Jeszika: Thanks, B... for everything.
Bethany nods, smiling supportively.
Bethany: Of course, I love you, Jezzy.
Jeszika: I love you too, B... I'm lucky to have friends like you, Ash... Nik... I don't know where I'd be without you.
