Trail to 2020 (Part 2 of 4): Her Beginning
Dec 12, 2019 22:10:34 GMT -5
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Post by Quixote Della Torre on Dec 12, 2019 22:10:34 GMT -5
2nd December 2019 - Monday Night Clash, The AT&T Center - San Antonio, Texas
Job done, my music blaring, adoration of the fans ringing in my ears. I’m going to XIII to take back what’s mine. I might be sore as hell but all I can dwell upon is Jenna. Is she OK? Who hurt her? I first suspected Karlie but everyone’s saying she’s not in the building. In the pit of my stomach, I sense that there’s something more macabre at play. Karlie’s a pest, a bitch, if you like, but pure evil she is not. Yet an unmistakable stench of malevolence permeates through the backstage area as I pass through the curtain.
QDT: Is Jenna alright?
I cry out aimlessly into the sea of AW officials swarming around the production desk. One wearily approaches me; shuffling as though he’s shit his pants.
Official: Um… well… she’s conscious. I mean, she’s going to be fine and all. We really don’t know what happened though.
I need to know who did this. I’m sure you’re under orders to keep me under control. I get that. I won’t take justice into my own hands.
I’m lying. And he knows it. He’s emboldened in the face of my helplessness.
Sorry, we don’t have anything for you. It’s a matter for the authorities regardless. There’s no grey areas when it comes to backstage personnel, unlike with “wrestler business”.
This IS “wrestler business”! They got to Jenna to get to me.
He retreats, shrugging his shoulders. As I step forward to pursue this issue, hands reach from behind me, clutching my shoulders. I recoil and spin around; ready to kick the shit out of them. Fuck sake! I freeze as I see my daughter, snugly concealed within the rapidly expanding belly of Tawny Layne, but more real than anything else in my world.
Tawny Layne: I’m so sorry to hear about Jenna. I just want to talk.
I’ve not seen Tawny since the paternity test which, in fairness, came out positive. While I still feel a conflicted mess of revulsion and pity for her, she strikes me as oddly radiant. I thought the word “glowing” in relation to pregnant women was sentimentalised hyperbole but it’s pretty much accurate with her. Suddenly, Jenna darts back to the forefront of my mind and I’m left feeling shitty.
I’m listening. But do NOT mess me around. Not today.
She parts her hair, bites her little finger and pivots on her heels, evading eye contact. I want to hug her. That’s wrong, isn’t it? I mean, she is the mother of my child. But she also fucked me over as bad as my parents… and I cracked their stupid skulls. So why do I feel this way?
That night we met… I should’ve stepped off that ledge. It would have saved everyone so much heartache. That night, you showed me a love so beautiful. One that left an indelible mark on me. But also one that petrified me. I couldn’t handle your kindness. I was a mess. I was vulnerable. That’s why I betrayed you. My therapist used the analogy of a cat that’s petted to the point where it’s overwhelmed by the love it’s shown... so it lashes out, scratching the hand that caresses. That was me. To you. Does that make sense?
It makes sense… but it’s utter bullshit. You were Leviathan’s trojan horse all along.
Oh no, that’s actually not true. We just told you that to get in your head. I mean, it worked. You lost and you’re banished back to the Cruiserweight division… doing amazingly, by the way. I don’t know why I played along but Leviathan had a grip on me. I felt like trash at that time and he gave me just enough of the worth that I could accept. He convinced me that your decency was conditional. That I was unsafe and the second I’d fall in love with you, you’d discard me. He twisted my mind Qui; you know what he’s like. You were stronger than me... and he still did a number on you.
We did a number on each other but the damage I inflicted on him was fatal. He’s done. I’m still here and I’ll be back on top as soon as this fucking stipulation expires. The VERY top next time.
Quixote, I’ve changed. Therapy has been miraculous. I’ve been reconnecting with my spirituality. Even above and beyond all that, OUR BABY is making me a better person. I can’t explain what she’s doing inside me but she’s like an angel or something. My self-esteem is the best it’s been in years. I can embrace love now. I can embrace YOUR love.
What the fuck’s she playing at?
Our daughter needs a father. I need you. No matter how much of a better track I’m on, I can’t walk this alone.
Tawny, I’m glad you’re doing so well. Sincerely. I can forgive… but I’ll never forget. Anyway, I’m with Jenna now and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. As far as our daughter goes, I will never let her down. I will go above and beyond. I promise. I didn’t know I wanted this but now there’s literally nothing I want more in this world. You can count on me.
She moves in close, pressing her body into me tight. For some reason, I’m not moving. She whispers into my ear with a slight moan to her voice which has me trembling with warmth and… never mind.
You’re amazing. You take whatever time you need to make all the choices you might want to take. Whatever you decide, it’s good with me. I know your heart and I know you’ll love our child. You will be the best daddy.
Aw shit. Why can’t I pull away? Logically, I should be exuding disgust from every pore. She’s on her tiptoes and her lips are mere centimetres away from mine. She speaks slowly with each word as sweet as honey. Her pupils are wide, abundant, hopeful.
Can you help me? It’s our mid-pregnancy scan next week. I’ve booked a 5K Ultrasound. You know - the one that shows exactly what our daughter will look like. It would mean everything if you would join me.
To my relief, she withdraws slightly.
I wouldn’t miss it.
11th December 2019 - The Prenatal Experience, Tallahassee
This is a new feeling. I believe they call it “terror”. The joy of new life has been stolen by an uncontrollable fear of loss. When I see my little girl, will the joy come back? Will I shed a tear? Is she safe in there? If she’s born with a disability or anything, how do we help her? That makes me uncomfortable… am I wrong for feeling that?
I realise I’ve been on the pisser way too long. I finish up, walk down the corridor and join Tawny in the examination room. The midwife is prepping her for the scan by applying a gel on her stomach.
You don’t look so good. You’re pale as a ghost right now.
I got this.
It’s OK to be nervous, Qui. I am too. I got you a latte. Thought you might need it.
Cheers.
It’s a good latte. A little strong to my pallette but she’s right, it’s making me feel better already. I keep trying to distract myself. The midwife turns to Tawny and I with a huge grin on her face.
Midwife: Are you guys ready?
We can only muster nods. With the screen flexed away from our view, she alternates between her computer and tilting the handheld probe pressed against Tawny’s skin, checking the monitor as she goes. I’m scanning her face relentlessly to try to pick up clues for how our baby’s doing. A furrow of her eyebrows petrifies me. It soon changes to a beaming smile. She turns the screen.
Here she is! A very healthy little girl. She looks just like you, dad.
Tawny cannot hold back; the floodgates open. She bursts into tears of joy and a deep belly laugh that seems to be pleasantly vibrating our daughter; making us both laugh all the more. I strive to keep it together but it’s a futile task as the tears of sheer relief roll down my cheek.
That’s her. That’s my daughter. I’m filled with a love I’ve never thought possible and a weird impression I’ve known her my whole life. She is absolutely gorgeous and my heart is aflutter.
You seem tired.
I do feel tired. The scan blurs and distorts, blending into obscure shapes. For some reason, Tawny and the midwife are still as overjoyed as when she was visible.
Are you going to fix that?
I’m sorry?
The scan is all messy. It’s not working.
Quixote, it’s fine! I apologise. He’s got a lot going on right now. He’s exhausted.
That’s understandable. This can be an overwhelming experience.
I try to focus but cannot. The scan morphs into a flurry of unusual shapes - a video cassette, masks, a seagull, bloody jaws, cereal, marijuana leaf, spider testicles, a series of indiscernible patterns and finally, the Cruiserweight Title. Maybe I am tired. I need to get some sleep.
Is your partner OK?
Oh, he’s not my partner. We’re just… friends. Is that what we are, Qui?
I suppose we are, yes. Friends.
I never expected to say that… but it feels nice, ya know?
Forgive me. I just see a lot of couples in this job and very few of them have such tangible chemistry as you two. You’re obviously very close. This little girl will be so blessed to have such connected parents. Friends, lovers, whatever you consider yourself. I’m not up to date with these modern relationships. And I don’t judge.
Tawny and I smile at each other. I think in mutual amusement at the midwife’s awkwardness. Nothing more. Nothing. No.
11th December 2019 - Tawny Layne’s Apartment, Tallahassee
Just one and then I gotta go. Jenna’s waiting for me.
Of course. You need to look after her.
Tawny pours me a wine and curls up next to me on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable.
In fact, can I just call her? She’ll be wondering where I am. She’s been a little freaked out since the attack last week.
Sure. You’ve always been very caring.
I dial through to Jenna. It’s good to hear her voice but I can’t deny I’m still a little on edge. And tired. So tired. I hope Tawny will respect our relationship by staying quiet.
Hey sweet stuff… Yeah, the signing has gone great. A huge turnout. No one was rude or anything. Only love, all good. How you feeling?... Sounds promising. You’ll be 100% in a matter of days… I miss you too… Yeah me too…
She’s getting horny on the line but I can't reciprocate. Not here.
Sorry, I can’t wait for that too. I’m just flagging today… Any news from the cops? Whoever it was, I’ll get them. I promise.
I notice Tawny’s hand fondling my bulge. I don’t know how long it’s been there. I subconsciously thought it was Jenna, I guess... but that’s impossible as we’re on the phone together.
Jen, I gotta go… Yeah sorry… Be back soon. Bye.
Before I know it, Tawny’s straddling me, kissing me. I’m kissing her back.
The baby?
She’s fine. You won’t like squash her or anything. Research shows it comforts them when their parents get intimate. Nature’s a wonderful thing.
We’re taking each other’s clothes off. What am I doing? Without thinking, one hand cups her exposed breasts while the other slides off her belt. I notice a small tattoo on her sternum. It’s a love heart with the letters “CB” inside.
What’s this?
It’s nothing. I got it done to celebrate our daughter. It stands for “cherished babe”.
We continue getting hot and heavy. It feels like I’m outside of myself floating over my own body, watching on in paralysis. Yet, at the same time, this feels all too real, too sensual.
I’ve missed you so much. We’re made for each other.
I miss you too.
I’m so sorry for wrecking things with us. I’ll make this right.
She slides down the couch and begins to suck me. I can’t believe this is happening.
I need you inside me.
12th December 2019 - Tawny Layne’s Apartment, Tallahassee
My head spins as the morning sun (or at least I think it’s morning) seeps through an unfamiliar window pane in an unfamiliar bedroom. A sinking feeling of dread dominates me.
G’morning silly!
WHAT THE FUCK?! Tawny?!?!?!
We…?
She nods with smug satisfaction and blows a raspberry onto my belly. I push her away hard, momentarily forgetting my poor daughter in her womb.
You drugged me!
Uh huh.
This is fun to her. She’s tapping away at her phone while smirking.
Blue Velvet?
Uh huh.
You spiked my wine?
Nuh uh. Didn’t the latte at the maternity ward strike you a bit peculiar?
Fury burns up inside me. I need to control myself. Not for me. Not for Tawny. But for my child.
You sick fuck. I love Jenna. Whatever you pull on me will never change that. And I love our daughter. You might have some pathetic desire to ruin me, to bring me down to your scumbag level but you will NOT do that to them. I wouldn’t touch you in a million years. Blue Velvet is a low move. In fact, I’d report you if you weren’t carrying my child.
That bitch is giggling. I think she’s pushing me to do something stupid but I won’t snap. With the Blue Velvet out my system, she’s underestimated my impulse control.
For someone who jibber jabbers about responsibility, you’re deflecting like a pro. Blue Velvet doesn’t make anyone less in control, it makes them MORE in control. And you definitely took charge last night! You didn’t do anything you weren’t already ravenous to do. You’re addicted to me. Just face it.
Why did you do that to me? Honestly! FUCKING TELL ME! I don’t get your agenda. You already held power over me. You brought me to ruin once already. You can’t stand seeing me happy with Jenna? Does it pain you to witness me rebuilding my career after Execution? Is that it? You’re fucking selfish as shit because the only person you truly hurt is our little girl.
I did it to say goodbye. Call it something to remember us by.
Excuse me?
She pridefully prowls out of bed with a devilish majesty; not yet exhibiting any physical limitations in pregnancy. She stands, looking out the window with her back to me. Her bare ass looks unreal, frankly, and far from bearing the bodily changes I’d have expected. I want to gouge my eyes out for how transfixed they are. This is a shitty encounter. The absolute pits. And I have a feeling it’s about to get worse.
I met someone. Someone magnificent. He’s rocked my world in the way you could only dream. Let’s just say, you’re packing ample size for such a measly little worm but you’ll only ever be a “Cruiserweight” compared to him.
This cuckold bullshit doesn’t do anything for me, sorry. I don’t care who’s filling you in. I just hope he wears protection for his hygiene’s sake. Poor, stupid turd.
She turns around, rattled momentarily before the smile laced with copious hostility returns. She gets dressed.
Trust me, you will care.
Let me guess… Leviathan, right? Please tell me he’s coming back for me to obliterate him again now the smoke and mirrors show’s over.
My man is far more impressive than William ever was.
So who is he? Why am I supposed to care?
Blue flashing cop car lights dazzle through the window. Their sirens blare into my eardrums. I start getting changed, instinctively.
God bless the Text-to-911 service. Get out of here! Go peacefully now and I’ll drop the harassment charges.
WHO IS HE?
She’s silent. I venture for the door. I’m not panicked. Or at least, I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing it.
I don’t give a shit anyway.
I begin to descend the stairs as the cops bang hard on the front door. Amid the din, I can make out Tawny shouting down at me.
You asked who he is. I'll tell you. Both me and MY daughter will call him... “PAPI”! He will take care of us soooo gooood. You will NEVER see her again, you know. The family courts will eat you up and spit you out.
Fucking cunt! I slam the door behind me and brush past the cops on my exit.
Job done, my music blaring, adoration of the fans ringing in my ears. I’m going to XIII to take back what’s mine. I might be sore as hell but all I can dwell upon is Jenna. Is she OK? Who hurt her? I first suspected Karlie but everyone’s saying she’s not in the building. In the pit of my stomach, I sense that there’s something more macabre at play. Karlie’s a pest, a bitch, if you like, but pure evil she is not. Yet an unmistakable stench of malevolence permeates through the backstage area as I pass through the curtain.
QDT: Is Jenna alright?
I cry out aimlessly into the sea of AW officials swarming around the production desk. One wearily approaches me; shuffling as though he’s shit his pants.
Official: Um… well… she’s conscious. I mean, she’s going to be fine and all. We really don’t know what happened though.
I need to know who did this. I’m sure you’re under orders to keep me under control. I get that. I won’t take justice into my own hands.
I’m lying. And he knows it. He’s emboldened in the face of my helplessness.
Sorry, we don’t have anything for you. It’s a matter for the authorities regardless. There’s no grey areas when it comes to backstage personnel, unlike with “wrestler business”.
This IS “wrestler business”! They got to Jenna to get to me.
He retreats, shrugging his shoulders. As I step forward to pursue this issue, hands reach from behind me, clutching my shoulders. I recoil and spin around; ready to kick the shit out of them. Fuck sake! I freeze as I see my daughter, snugly concealed within the rapidly expanding belly of Tawny Layne, but more real than anything else in my world.
Tawny Layne: I’m so sorry to hear about Jenna. I just want to talk.
I’ve not seen Tawny since the paternity test which, in fairness, came out positive. While I still feel a conflicted mess of revulsion and pity for her, she strikes me as oddly radiant. I thought the word “glowing” in relation to pregnant women was sentimentalised hyperbole but it’s pretty much accurate with her. Suddenly, Jenna darts back to the forefront of my mind and I’m left feeling shitty.
I’m listening. But do NOT mess me around. Not today.
She parts her hair, bites her little finger and pivots on her heels, evading eye contact. I want to hug her. That’s wrong, isn’t it? I mean, she is the mother of my child. But she also fucked me over as bad as my parents… and I cracked their stupid skulls. So why do I feel this way?
That night we met… I should’ve stepped off that ledge. It would have saved everyone so much heartache. That night, you showed me a love so beautiful. One that left an indelible mark on me. But also one that petrified me. I couldn’t handle your kindness. I was a mess. I was vulnerable. That’s why I betrayed you. My therapist used the analogy of a cat that’s petted to the point where it’s overwhelmed by the love it’s shown... so it lashes out, scratching the hand that caresses. That was me. To you. Does that make sense?
It makes sense… but it’s utter bullshit. You were Leviathan’s trojan horse all along.
Oh no, that’s actually not true. We just told you that to get in your head. I mean, it worked. You lost and you’re banished back to the Cruiserweight division… doing amazingly, by the way. I don’t know why I played along but Leviathan had a grip on me. I felt like trash at that time and he gave me just enough of the worth that I could accept. He convinced me that your decency was conditional. That I was unsafe and the second I’d fall in love with you, you’d discard me. He twisted my mind Qui; you know what he’s like. You were stronger than me... and he still did a number on you.
We did a number on each other but the damage I inflicted on him was fatal. He’s done. I’m still here and I’ll be back on top as soon as this fucking stipulation expires. The VERY top next time.
Quixote, I’ve changed. Therapy has been miraculous. I’ve been reconnecting with my spirituality. Even above and beyond all that, OUR BABY is making me a better person. I can’t explain what she’s doing inside me but she’s like an angel or something. My self-esteem is the best it’s been in years. I can embrace love now. I can embrace YOUR love.
What the fuck’s she playing at?
Our daughter needs a father. I need you. No matter how much of a better track I’m on, I can’t walk this alone.
Tawny, I’m glad you’re doing so well. Sincerely. I can forgive… but I’ll never forget. Anyway, I’m with Jenna now and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. As far as our daughter goes, I will never let her down. I will go above and beyond. I promise. I didn’t know I wanted this but now there’s literally nothing I want more in this world. You can count on me.
She moves in close, pressing her body into me tight. For some reason, I’m not moving. She whispers into my ear with a slight moan to her voice which has me trembling with warmth and… never mind.
You’re amazing. You take whatever time you need to make all the choices you might want to take. Whatever you decide, it’s good with me. I know your heart and I know you’ll love our child. You will be the best daddy.
Aw shit. Why can’t I pull away? Logically, I should be exuding disgust from every pore. She’s on her tiptoes and her lips are mere centimetres away from mine. She speaks slowly with each word as sweet as honey. Her pupils are wide, abundant, hopeful.
Can you help me? It’s our mid-pregnancy scan next week. I’ve booked a 5K Ultrasound. You know - the one that shows exactly what our daughter will look like. It would mean everything if you would join me.
To my relief, she withdraws slightly.
I wouldn’t miss it.
11th December 2019 - The Prenatal Experience, Tallahassee
This is a new feeling. I believe they call it “terror”. The joy of new life has been stolen by an uncontrollable fear of loss. When I see my little girl, will the joy come back? Will I shed a tear? Is she safe in there? If she’s born with a disability or anything, how do we help her? That makes me uncomfortable… am I wrong for feeling that?
I realise I’ve been on the pisser way too long. I finish up, walk down the corridor and join Tawny in the examination room. The midwife is prepping her for the scan by applying a gel on her stomach.
You don’t look so good. You’re pale as a ghost right now.
I got this.
It’s OK to be nervous, Qui. I am too. I got you a latte. Thought you might need it.
Cheers.
It’s a good latte. A little strong to my pallette but she’s right, it’s making me feel better already. I keep trying to distract myself. The midwife turns to Tawny and I with a huge grin on her face.
Midwife: Are you guys ready?
We can only muster nods. With the screen flexed away from our view, she alternates between her computer and tilting the handheld probe pressed against Tawny’s skin, checking the monitor as she goes. I’m scanning her face relentlessly to try to pick up clues for how our baby’s doing. A furrow of her eyebrows petrifies me. It soon changes to a beaming smile. She turns the screen.
Here she is! A very healthy little girl. She looks just like you, dad.
Tawny cannot hold back; the floodgates open. She bursts into tears of joy and a deep belly laugh that seems to be pleasantly vibrating our daughter; making us both laugh all the more. I strive to keep it together but it’s a futile task as the tears of sheer relief roll down my cheek.
That’s her. That’s my daughter. I’m filled with a love I’ve never thought possible and a weird impression I’ve known her my whole life. She is absolutely gorgeous and my heart is aflutter.
You seem tired.
I do feel tired. The scan blurs and distorts, blending into obscure shapes. For some reason, Tawny and the midwife are still as overjoyed as when she was visible.
Are you going to fix that?
I’m sorry?
The scan is all messy. It’s not working.
Quixote, it’s fine! I apologise. He’s got a lot going on right now. He’s exhausted.
That’s understandable. This can be an overwhelming experience.
I try to focus but cannot. The scan morphs into a flurry of unusual shapes - a video cassette, masks, a seagull, bloody jaws, cereal, marijuana leaf, spider testicles, a series of indiscernible patterns and finally, the Cruiserweight Title. Maybe I am tired. I need to get some sleep.
Is your partner OK?
Oh, he’s not my partner. We’re just… friends. Is that what we are, Qui?
I suppose we are, yes. Friends.
I never expected to say that… but it feels nice, ya know?
Forgive me. I just see a lot of couples in this job and very few of them have such tangible chemistry as you two. You’re obviously very close. This little girl will be so blessed to have such connected parents. Friends, lovers, whatever you consider yourself. I’m not up to date with these modern relationships. And I don’t judge.
Tawny and I smile at each other. I think in mutual amusement at the midwife’s awkwardness. Nothing more. Nothing. No.
11th December 2019 - Tawny Layne’s Apartment, Tallahassee
Just one and then I gotta go. Jenna’s waiting for me.
Of course. You need to look after her.
Tawny pours me a wine and curls up next to me on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and getting comfortable.
In fact, can I just call her? She’ll be wondering where I am. She’s been a little freaked out since the attack last week.
Sure. You’ve always been very caring.
I dial through to Jenna. It’s good to hear her voice but I can’t deny I’m still a little on edge. And tired. So tired. I hope Tawny will respect our relationship by staying quiet.
Hey sweet stuff… Yeah, the signing has gone great. A huge turnout. No one was rude or anything. Only love, all good. How you feeling?... Sounds promising. You’ll be 100% in a matter of days… I miss you too… Yeah me too…
She’s getting horny on the line but I can't reciprocate. Not here.
Sorry, I can’t wait for that too. I’m just flagging today… Any news from the cops? Whoever it was, I’ll get them. I promise.
I notice Tawny’s hand fondling my bulge. I don’t know how long it’s been there. I subconsciously thought it was Jenna, I guess... but that’s impossible as we’re on the phone together.
Jen, I gotta go… Yeah sorry… Be back soon. Bye.
Before I know it, Tawny’s straddling me, kissing me. I’m kissing her back.
The baby?
She’s fine. You won’t like squash her or anything. Research shows it comforts them when their parents get intimate. Nature’s a wonderful thing.
We’re taking each other’s clothes off. What am I doing? Without thinking, one hand cups her exposed breasts while the other slides off her belt. I notice a small tattoo on her sternum. It’s a love heart with the letters “CB” inside.
What’s this?
It’s nothing. I got it done to celebrate our daughter. It stands for “cherished babe”.
We continue getting hot and heavy. It feels like I’m outside of myself floating over my own body, watching on in paralysis. Yet, at the same time, this feels all too real, too sensual.
I’ve missed you so much. We’re made for each other.
I miss you too.
I’m so sorry for wrecking things with us. I’ll make this right.
She slides down the couch and begins to suck me. I can’t believe this is happening.
I need you inside me.
12th December 2019 - Tawny Layne’s Apartment, Tallahassee
My head spins as the morning sun (or at least I think it’s morning) seeps through an unfamiliar window pane in an unfamiliar bedroom. A sinking feeling of dread dominates me.
G’morning silly!
WHAT THE FUCK?! Tawny?!?!?!
We…?
She nods with smug satisfaction and blows a raspberry onto my belly. I push her away hard, momentarily forgetting my poor daughter in her womb.
You drugged me!
Uh huh.
This is fun to her. She’s tapping away at her phone while smirking.
Blue Velvet?
Uh huh.
You spiked my wine?
Nuh uh. Didn’t the latte at the maternity ward strike you a bit peculiar?
Fury burns up inside me. I need to control myself. Not for me. Not for Tawny. But for my child.
You sick fuck. I love Jenna. Whatever you pull on me will never change that. And I love our daughter. You might have some pathetic desire to ruin me, to bring me down to your scumbag level but you will NOT do that to them. I wouldn’t touch you in a million years. Blue Velvet is a low move. In fact, I’d report you if you weren’t carrying my child.
That bitch is giggling. I think she’s pushing me to do something stupid but I won’t snap. With the Blue Velvet out my system, she’s underestimated my impulse control.
For someone who jibber jabbers about responsibility, you’re deflecting like a pro. Blue Velvet doesn’t make anyone less in control, it makes them MORE in control. And you definitely took charge last night! You didn’t do anything you weren’t already ravenous to do. You’re addicted to me. Just face it.
Why did you do that to me? Honestly! FUCKING TELL ME! I don’t get your agenda. You already held power over me. You brought me to ruin once already. You can’t stand seeing me happy with Jenna? Does it pain you to witness me rebuilding my career after Execution? Is that it? You’re fucking selfish as shit because the only person you truly hurt is our little girl.
I did it to say goodbye. Call it something to remember us by.
Excuse me?
She pridefully prowls out of bed with a devilish majesty; not yet exhibiting any physical limitations in pregnancy. She stands, looking out the window with her back to me. Her bare ass looks unreal, frankly, and far from bearing the bodily changes I’d have expected. I want to gouge my eyes out for how transfixed they are. This is a shitty encounter. The absolute pits. And I have a feeling it’s about to get worse.
I met someone. Someone magnificent. He’s rocked my world in the way you could only dream. Let’s just say, you’re packing ample size for such a measly little worm but you’ll only ever be a “Cruiserweight” compared to him.
This cuckold bullshit doesn’t do anything for me, sorry. I don’t care who’s filling you in. I just hope he wears protection for his hygiene’s sake. Poor, stupid turd.
She turns around, rattled momentarily before the smile laced with copious hostility returns. She gets dressed.
Trust me, you will care.
Let me guess… Leviathan, right? Please tell me he’s coming back for me to obliterate him again now the smoke and mirrors show’s over.
My man is far more impressive than William ever was.
So who is he? Why am I supposed to care?
Blue flashing cop car lights dazzle through the window. Their sirens blare into my eardrums. I start getting changed, instinctively.
God bless the Text-to-911 service. Get out of here! Go peacefully now and I’ll drop the harassment charges.
WHO IS HE?
She’s silent. I venture for the door. I’m not panicked. Or at least, I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing it.
I don’t give a shit anyway.
I begin to descend the stairs as the cops bang hard on the front door. Amid the din, I can make out Tawny shouting down at me.
You asked who he is. I'll tell you. Both me and MY daughter will call him... “PAPI”! He will take care of us soooo gooood. You will NEVER see her again, you know. The family courts will eat you up and spit you out.
Fucking cunt! I slam the door behind me and brush past the cops on my exit.