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Unwanted: Part I
I run from the bed,
crying silently. I slump down the wall, still crying. I eventually stop crying
and go back to the bed. I fall into a restless sleep.
I wake up. The sun's
shining in my eyes and Jack's leaving. I look frantically up at him, pleading
with him not to leave.
He puts on his jacket.
I know that I have to finish this soon.
"Please,
stay...with me," I pleaded, rather depressed.
I was left to cry
there
Waiting outside there
Grinning with a lost
stare
That's when I
decided...
He briefly shook his
head and left abruptly. I sigh and struggle to not cry. I get up a few minutes
later and get dressed. I call for room service; enjoying what little freedom I
have now.
A few minutes later, an
overly chipper woman appears. Her nametag reads Marcie. Oh joy. Now where are
Barbie and Stacie, this girl is totally Skipper. Anyways, I force a smile
across my face.
"Here are your
pancakes with powdered sugar, 100% pure Maple Syrup, and Maraschino cherries.
That'll be ten dollars and forty-seven cents, Ma'am," She says cheerfully.
I resist an urge to
sigh and look around for payment. I see a wallet. Aha! Jack must've left his
wallet in his hurry to flee. I pick out a Visa Gold Card, and hand it to her.
"Ooh! A Visa Gold!
Why thank you! I'll just charge this right up," Marcie says in an
obnoxiously perky tone.
"Oh, by the way,
Ma'am, I thought there was a man staying here. Where is he?" Marcie, or
should I say, Barbie, asks in a honeyed tone.
I do sigh and frown. I
decide to reply honestly.
"He's not exactly
my biggest fan. He left, first chance he could. Luckily, I have his
wallet," I explain trying to match her gleeful tone.
Her perfect smile
falters for a second. A confused look crosses her face.
"Why would he stay
here, with you, if he disliked you? It makes no sense," Blondie
says happily with an edge of confusion.
I shrug.
"He has needs too,
I guess. And try hates me. Don't worry your pretty big head about
it," I reply, feigning nonchalance.
I fake a laugh.
"I also think that
he was really drunk," I reply, trying to giggle.
"Oh. He couldn't
hate you! I mean, what have you ever done to him? And, if he does, he's just
another piece of scum that walks the face of the Earth, which I also like to
call men," Skipper replies, somehow still joyful.
I shake my head at the
irony.
"Oh, he does. If
he doesn't, he's an even better liar than I thought. To be able to lie to
himself. I've done a lot of things to him. Things I all regret. But, he can never
say that I didn't love him. He just doesn't understand," I say, sadly.
Why'd you have to go
and make things so
Complicated see the way
you're acting
Like you're somebody
else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
fall and you crawl and
You break and you take
what you get and
You turn it into
honesty promise me I'm never
Gonna find you fake it
I sigh. Marcie's
perfect smile actually falls from her face.
"I am so sorry.
I mean, this must be all fresh and all, and here I go, bringing it up,"
Marcie says, actually sounding angry with herself.
Wow. I blink.
Impressive.
"No. I have to
face him anyways. We share more than a daughter. He'll have to see me
sometimes. I doubt that he could ignore me for a year," I try to sound
hopeful, but really, I am hopeful.
Marcie nods and waves
goodbye, leaving. I slam the door and grab the pancakes. I eat slowly,
deliberately. The pancakes are great. I sigh a contented sigh, the first, and
probably only, of the day. After I finish eating them, I grab the phone and
dial Sydney.
She picks up on the
third ring.
"Hello! Who is
this?" Sydney asks happily.
"Your
mother," I sorrowfully reply.
"Oh. Hey, I heard
that you got out. Congratulations!" She replies, subdued.
"It's not all it's
cracked up to be, this free life. I had to go on a mission. With your father.
Though, I actually ate the first decent meal I've had in months," I say
truthfully.
The CIA did send me on
a mission with Jack. The mission went off without a hitch. Matter of fact, we
still had a night in the hotel. We were, well, Jack was very drunk, and you can
guess what happened next. I sigh sadly.
I'm looking for a
place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going
right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be
alone
"Oh! Really? I
didn't know about this! How'd the mission go?" Sydney asks, very
curiously.
"The mission went
off without a hitch," I reply robotically.
"And where's Dad?
Can I talk to him?" Sydney asks pleadingly.
That seems to be a
thing this morning. I sigh again. I do that way too much.
"He left. First
thing this morning. I'd say he's back at home now, but that's just a guess. He
left his wallet, anyways. That's how much of a hurry he was in," I say,
dejected.
I can tell that Sydney
is frowning over the line.
"Oh. He did, did
he? I'll call him later. Does this mean that you're all alone?" Sydney
asks, a bit mad at her father.
"Yes. Could you
pick me up, please? I think that your father was supposed to, but the flight
reflex kicked in. He thinks that he can run away from his problems...I'm in the
Ritz, in Suite 47A, on floor 13," I reply, cursing Jack inwardly.
Sydney starts laughing.
I can't blame her. If it wasn't me, the thought of Jack Bristow running
away from a problem and leaving me, the woman who cannot be
trusted, who could escape at any second, who should never hold a gun, alone,
to her own devices.
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
"Okay. Sorry about
that. It's Ritz, Floor 13, Suite 47A, right?" She replies, trying to fight
off a laugh.
I hear a voice in the
background. Must be Tippin.
"Why are you
laughing? And who are you talking to?" Tippin, I presume, replies.
Sydney moves the phone
from her ear and whispers, "My Mom."
"The one who shot
you?" Tippin remarks.
I'm never going to live
that down. I sigh.
"Yes. I only have
one mother. Anyways, I have to go pick her up," Sydney replies smoothly.
"Why? I thought
she was in her cell? And what does that have to do with why you are
laughing?" Tippin asked curiously.
"So did I. She
apparently was sent on a mission with my father nearby and they finished it
without a hitch. However, my Dad, according to Mom, ran away, leaving
his wallet, first thing this morning," Sydney replies.
"Jack Bristow left
your mother alone?" Tippin asks incredulously.
"Yes. And he
doesn't trust her farther than he can throw her. So that just makes it take on
an Alanis level of Ironic. Anyways, I have to pick her up, and you'll get a
kick out of this, in Suite 47A, on Floor 13, in the Ritz,"
Sydney replies, giggling.
I hear Will's laughter
too.
"Bye Mom," is
her last words to me.
I repack the suitcase
and wait for my daughter to come.
Everything's changing
when I turn around
All out of my control
I'm a mobile
Everything's changing
everywhere I go all
Out of my control I'm a
mobile
THE END...OF PART I
- Loren ;*
