Alice wakes up to an angry pounding at her door. She gets out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She walks over to the door, opening it to see Jon Moxley almost fall on her. He was wasted, she could smell the cheap whisky on him.
"We gotta talk." He slurs, pushing his way into her room.
Alice turns on her bedside lamp, "Jon, you're drunk."
Jon laughs, "I know, that's the miracle of all of this. You'll only talk to me when I'm drunk! So hereeeeee I am!" He slurs with a proud smile on his face.
"Go to bed, we'll talk in the morning." Alice is so fed up with Jon Moxley. She wants to hit him and strangle him, but she wants him to actually remember it. She opens her door, gesturing for him to leave. Yet he just collapses on her bed. Alice must resist the urges to slit his throat while he's passed out, but she just grabs her spare blankets and sets up camp on the couch. She falls asleep after much tossing and turning. She wakes up to Joey poking her cheek. She swats him away.
Joey raises an eyebrow at her, "Did your bed set aflame or something? Why are you sleeping out here?"
Alice groans, stretching her arms. She cracks her eyes open at him, "Moxley passed out on my bed, and there was no way in hell I was bunking in that room. I don't know the type of people that went through there."
Joey throws his head back and laughs, handing her a cup of coffee, "Here, you're going to need this so he doesn't wake up with forks in his eyes."
"You're too late, Joey, I finally got rid of him." Alice says with a dry laugh, pulling herself up. Joey sits beside her as she sips her coffee, she sighs. "I was thinking about moving back into my apartment."
Joey looks at her, surprised, "Did Moxley drooling on your pillow prompt this decision?"
Alice sets her jaw, looking at her coffee, "He's a big part of it, yeah."
Joey raises an eyebrow at her, "Are you liking him more than you should..? Is that why..?"
"I am going to hit you if you make such a ridiculous allegation like that again." Alice glares at him, drinking more of her coffee.
"Well, I don't want you to leave. I like having you around, you... liven up the place."
"I constantly threaten the lives of most of the people here. Liven is not the word for what I do." Alice says.
Joey laughs, scratching his stubble, "Besides, you've become such a better wrestler since moving in here. You're much more focused, more determined. Though we need to work on that anger of yours."
Alice's cheeks flush, she turns to him, "I do not have an anger problem!"
Just then, Jon walks out of Alice's room, dragging her Harry Potter blanket on the floor, "You threaten to stick forks in my eyes." Jon rubs his eyes, "I'm fucking beat. Why the fuck was I in your room?"
Alice turns around to glare at him, "You wanted to have a heart to heart conversation and decided that around three AM would be the best time for it, then you drooled o n my pillow for ten hours."
Jon runs a hand through his hair, yawning, "Where's the meds? I can't sleep this shit off."
"In the medicine cabinet, where they always are." Joey quips, "Man, Moxley, you really did get fucked up." He gestures to Moxley's face, "Who pissed you off this time? What did this one do?"
Jon absentmindedly lets his fingers touch his busted lip, "No one. They fucking deserved it though." He says with a dark look towards Alice, then he flees into the bathroom. Ruffling through the medicine cabinet.
"Moxley made a new friend." Joey lightly jokes, turning on the news.
FRANCIS EVANS ARRESTED FOR ALLEGEDLY ABUSING HIS DAUGHTER FOR ALL OF HER LIFE.
Alice's eyes grow as big as saucers.
"Reports have come in that Elena Evans, fed up with her Father's stalking and refusal to leave her alone, has brought her to the decision to press charges." The news anchor says, "Apparently Evans father had abused her for all of her life, adult and child, in order to make her stronger. Reports are incoming."
"Know him?" Joey asks, looking at Alice.
"No, no I don't." She says, feeling her throat close up.
A picture of Alice's sister's face come up on TV. She felt her stomach lurch, her normally beautiful sister had her face beaten in. She had two black eyes, a busted lip, and a piece of glass in her cheek. She wasn't wearing her glasses in the shot. She looked horrific. So sad, so very sad.
Alice hadn't realized Jon had returned, he was standing behind the sofa, tooth brush in his mouth. "Well shit."
Joey and Alice whirl around to stare at him. Jon shares a knowing look with Alice.
"How about we go out to lunch today, Alice?" Jon suggests innocently, "I'm boring my fucking brains out."
Alice nods, sucking in a breath, "Yep, sounds like a plan."
Joey watches the two, "...Well, you two have fun then.."
Fun was the opposite of what they would be having.
Alice directs Jon to where her sister lives, in a beat up apartment building. Alice hops out, "Stay in the car." She demands. She gets out of the car, and to no surprise, Jon hops out too. "What did I just say?"
"You said stay in the car, too bad I don't fucking listen, I ain't that whipped, kid." Jon says, appearing at her side, "So, we going in or not?"
"Yes, because my sister just had the life beaten out of her. So she wants to see her fuck up little sister and this creepy man that won't stop following her. That ought to cheer her up. Get back in the car, Moxley."
Jon tilts his head to the side with a smirk, "You're embarrassed."
Alice blows air out of her cheeks, rolling her eyes, "You're an idiot."
"You embarrassed because I'm not some clean cut prude? Sorry babe, but you got me, and I'm not letting you walk in there alone. Fuck your sister's opinions of me, fuck your opinions of me. I'm not going to let you feed yourself to the wolves."
Alice stays silent for a few moments, finally, she gives up, sighing, "Fine, come in. Don't say I didn't warn you." She walks up to the apartment building, pressing the buzzer.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Alice."
The buzz indicates she was let in. Alice steps inside of the building, heading for the elevator. She punches in Elena's number and Jon and her go up. She's nervous, kneading her fingers together. They finally arrive, the door opens to reveal her sister's apartment a mess. Clothes strewn about, court papers on every counter top. Cigarette burning out.
"Elena?" Alice steps into the apartment, shouting over the loud music.
"She seems to be coping well." Jon mutters under his breath.
Alice shoots a glare at him. Then, Elena stumbles out of her room, cigarette clad in one hand. She was in a tight black dress, she takes a puff, looking at her little sister. "Well look at youuuuu." Elena coos, "My baby sister."
Alice flinches as Elena puts a hand through her long golden hair, "You got so pretty. What the fuck? I thought we agreed I was going to be the pretty one?" Elena throws back her head and laughs.
"I'm not here for chit chat, Elena." Alice snarls.
"So venomous, haven't changed that much apparently." Elena coos, giggling, "Who's this guy? Your newest bootycall, you dirty little gal." Elena elbows Alice in the ribs with a suggestive wink.
"No, he's not." Alice snaps at Elena, "What did you tell the cops?"
Elena collapses on the couch, kicking her legs up, "Oh the usual. About the weather.." She takes a puff off of her cigarette, "So tell me little sister, what's it like in the wrestling world?"
Alice glares at Elena, "You know that's not why I came here."
"Oh you came here to talk about our dear dear father." Elena says with a laugh, "We both know you were the favorite."
"If that was so, he wouldn't have kicked the shit out of me." Alice snarls at Elena, "Now what did you fucking tell them?" Alice goes over to Elena, standing over her with her hands on her hips.
"You supposed to scare me, Little Alice?" The old nickname for Alice slid out so easily from Elena's lips, she almost fell. Alice's mouth was ajar, "Francis told me that you kicked the shit out of him, then sent your little boyfriend to kick the shit out of him for you. Still so naive."
Alice sets her jaw, looking away, counting to ten.
"Still having anger problems?"
Alice reaches down and slaps her sister. Elena looks up, surprised, she picks up her fallen cigarette.
"Listen here, you can sit there, and think you're so much better than me. You've told me for years that I fucked up my life by picking wrestling over sitting on a couch with you and smoking myself to death." Alice growls, "Now you're going to fucking tell me what you told the cops or else I am going to punch you."
Elena raises her eyebrows at Alice, then she looks over at Jon, "You actually deal with this?" Elena puts the cigarette back on her lips, taking a puff before putting it in the ash tray. "You must really fucking like her." Elena dryly laughs, sitting up, patting the seat next to her, "Sit down, little sister, and soak in my wisdom."
Alice sets her jaw and bites her lip, but she sits down nonetheless. Elena tells Alice that she told the cops about the years of abuse, about their father's motto. How when Elena was working as a waitress, her father cornered her by the dumpsters, and beat the hell out of her. When Elena went back in, her boss called the cops, and fed up with Francis's handiwork, she told them everything.
"They should be talking to you soon." Elena says, "I'm not dropping the charges if that's what you came here to convince me to do."
Alice sits up abruptly, "You told them about me?"
"Got warrants?" Elena dryly laughs.
"No." Alice thinks about Joey, "Just, keep my name out of your mouth." She snarls at her, walking over to Jon and grabbing his arm, "We're leaving."
Right as they're leaving, Elena calls, "The sex better be amazing if you're putting up with her shit!"
Alice sets her jaw, leaning against the elevator as the doors close.
"Interesting family." Jon quips.
Alice closes her eyes, sighing, "I'm fucked."
"Yeah." Jon agrees.
