Ilse'sPurpleSummer: Fanfic loves to be a bitch to everyone. It's just how it is. And yeah, I agree that it's cute. jadeMK11: All is forgiven. Even if it wasn't though, she wouldn't be bringing anything up now. Esha Napoleon and cathy: Thank you!
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James nearly threw up from hearing that voice and clutched Elizabeth as close as he could get her.
"You must be thrilled, huh? To finally have your precious sick baby back?"
"Uncle James, who is that?" Natalya frowned and pouted her lips at the way James had completely paled at that.
"Look…" running a hand over his face and hugging Elizabeth close James was starting to piece together that screaming his brains out at the guy and threatening slow and painful death wouldn't do much, "I just want my wife back...please…" he exhaled slowly, "that's all I want. If you give her to me I won't sell you out…" he couldn't believe he was saying all this but it was time to swallow his pride as a man since it was necessary with this sick fuck, "I won't threaten you…I won't report you to the police…I won't do a thing I don't even have to SEE you, just PLEASE give me back my wife…please…"
"Awww Jamie…" laughing cruelly he sighed, "see…that was so sweet of you to start begging me like the bitch that you are right now…but unfortunately I think you're a bit late"
James handed Elizabeth off because he didn't know how he was going to react to this.
"James…" Natalya put a hand on his shoulder but he smacked her hand off subconsciously and began to vibrate uncontrollably.
"Wh-what do you mean 'late'?" James was panicking on cue, "What the fuck does that mean, what are you talking about?"
"Ooo…" he breathed through his teeth and sighed, "you see…I haven't heard a damn thing from you in so long I forgot all about you owning my pretty little showhorse…she's so pretty, isn't she?"
"What did you do to her?" that was asked so flatly Natalya had to stand with Elizabeth in her arms and back off. James was actually frightening and he didn't even realize it he was too into the conversation over his missing wife.
"Me?" he shrugged, "I didn't do anything. She was the one who didn't eat a damn thing until her little body just kinda went kaput."
James trembled violently, "What…?"
"Oh yeah" he sighed and tsked her, "Stupid little thing. I tried feeding her a little and just nothing worked. All she really fucking bitched about was her 'Jamie' and how badly she wanted him there…and I don't know she just wouldn't take nothing. Then she got a little thinner and I couldn't wake her up anymore"
"Where is she?" his hands were rattling with fear, "Where's my Baby Doll? What did you do to her WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO HER?"
"Pfft" he snorted, "Don't bother, she's dead."
"I don't believe you…"
"Oh…you don't?" he frowned, "See I knew you'd say something along the lines of that, Jamie. So I kind of, you know…ripped her little still-beating heart from her chest and put it nice in a pretty package for you. I mailed it to the hospital you and that baby are stuck at so you should have received it by now, don't you think?"
That made James sick. Immediately he rushed to the front desk and pounded his palms to the front table to scare the hell out of the young nurse.
"My name is James Lawson did anything come here for me?"
The bitch didn't answer quick enough so he got frantic.
"DID ANYTHING FUCKING COME FOR ME?"
"Uh…" curling her lips immediately she walked to the back and scanned the packages until a brown one with 'LAWSON' written on it came into view and she nodded, "yes, sir this one is for you"
"Fucking excellent give it to me" literally ripping it out of her hands he started to walk away when she shouted after him.
"HEY! You have to sign for that!"
"Kiss my ass" he gave her the finger as he walked away and she gasped, "There's my signature" heading into the men's bathroom in a rush he confined himself to the handicapped stall and ripped open the tape with his bare hands to find a bloodstained cloth in the box under a bunch of shredded newspaper. "Oh no…" shaking his head frantically he tore the cloth open to find a tiny Mindy-sized heart drenched in blood at the bottom of the box. His hand went over his mouth and he trembled violently.
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"It's sad really…" Amber sighed as she and Taylor were watching Uptown Girls and painting their nails in Amber's room, "how Cooper doesn't realize what's in front of him because he's so stuck on my mom"
"It's just…" sniffling Taylor ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair and shrugged, "I thought he was gay as the day is long, you know?"
"Oh I know" Amber nodded with wide eyes, "Trust me I know very well. He was supposed to be a butt pirate and then he met my mommy and the world started to make sense to him and yadda yadda yadda. It's kind of pathetic actually how he can just make his world revolve around somebody who doesn't love him"
"You know what I don't get?" Taylor shrugged and reached out to tuck some of Amber's gorgeous long wavy blonde hair behind her ear, and Amber answered her with a jerk of the head.
"Shoot"
"Who made you the expert on relationships, you know?" she giggled and smirked at her little sister, not trying to be mean at all but more astonished than anything, "I mean, you're six but you know more about crap than my best stripper friends did"
Nodding along to the peculiarity of that Amber shrugged and yawned a bit, "You're not the only person to ask me that…" she sighed, "it's not like I'm a test tube kid or anything."
"No no no I don't mean that, Ambs, you know what I mean"
"I do…" she looked up at the screen before her older sister, "Mommy knows a lot about boys and stuff she's actually really smart with them. I mean James was GAY and she made him totally straight. James had a steady BOYFRIEND of forty years and Mommy got him to love her sort of…so" she shrugged, "I learned a lot from her because I watched her fail too. I've seen everything, she tells me everything, and certain things are just common sense"
"I think you're very observant"
"Mommy is my only friend" she looked Taylor in the eye and nodded along, "but she's the only friend I really ever want. People are just such phonies and bullshit artists it's hard to find anybody really worth believing or listening to these days. I love my sisters and I loved my brother and I love you…but nobody is quite like my Mommy, you know?"
Taylor smiled thinly and nodded along, "Oh yeah she's something else, alright. I was a superfan before I met Cooper"
"I'm glad you did" she nodded and stared at Taylor with soft eyes, "You deserved a lot better than the way you were living"
"Nah" she shrugged and wrinkled her nose, "I wasn't miserable or anything I mean, I made ends meet"
"People judge though"
"I hated my jobs" she nodded along, "but without even a GED not much gets done, you know? I was seventeen and living completely on my own, that's not even legal."
"How long did it take for you to fall in love with Cooper?"
Taylor frowned and tucked some long blonde hair behind her ear, "You don't think he doesn't like me because of my ex-jobs, do you?"
"As someone who prostituted himself for crack I'd say he has no room to talk" Amber shrugged, "I mean, you never did drugs right?"
"I smoked and I drank" she nodded admittedly right away, "Not weed though only cigarettes"
"James used to smoke and Mommy smokes when no one is looking" she nodded worriedly, "James never knew what she does but I did. She never listened when I told her to stop but what can ya do?"
"Does she realize how deadly they are for you?"
Amber just stared, "I think that's the point of her smoking them."
"And no one DOES anything about that?"
"I love James, I do…" Amber nodded along with a shrug, "but he doesn't fully get it. I mean, he gets her the most of her boyfriends and Cooper was just useless"
"He's tried?"
"Yeah" she shrugged indifferently, "You think he has the slightest idea about what to do with a violent paranoid schizophrenic?"
"He's so sweet though…" Taylor smiled softly and stared at the screen when Amber shook her head with a sigh.
"If he really were that nice he would have given you an answer right now instead of making you hang onto nothing like he is now. Cooper is an attention-seeking self-loathing know-it-all lazy mother fucker."
"Don't hold back, Ambs, Jesus! Tell me how you really feel!"
"He puts a hand on me and Mommy will roast him. He even LOOKS at me the wrong way and my Mommy will roast him, just like Connor"
"I spent some time with him…" Taylor nodded weakly and played with Amber's hair, "he called Mom by her name and-"
"He does that" her face fell, "I have no idea why but he does that"
"Well you call James by his real name"
"He raped and beat my Mommy he is lucky I consider him a human being"
"Well Connor was showing me a bunch of pictures and one of his real mom"
"He's an inbred, you know that right?" a light eyebrow rose and Taylor nodded along.
"I do…" she sighed and Amber snorted coldly, "It's so fucked up. And my mom is madly in love with someone who fully is behind inbreeding. You hear about people like James on the news and here my mommy is dying in love with him. She picks the worst guys ever"
"His mom was pretty" Taylor nodded with a shrug, "generic though, you know what I mean?" she pouted her thin lips at Amber, "Like, she was nothing extraordinary. I feel like I could find a thousand other girls with that exact look"
"Probably" Amber nodded once, "I've seen her too. She was really REALLY pretty, I admit it…" she shrugged, "but again, she doesn't stand out. Being beautiful isn't enough, I could find her anywhere"
"Don't say that to Mr. Lawson" her eyes widened in fear and Amber shook her head with wide eyes.
"Holy HELL no! I would be so frigging dead"
"What does Mom think?"
"Mommy…" Amber sighed and played with her own long blonde hair, "Mommy would look at a trashbag and say it's prettier than her. Mommy is more beautiful than she will ever know or believe. Nobody will ever have a pair of eyes like that. Ever."
"Oh god those eyes…" Taylor nearly shuddered, "they're PIERCING, you know? I actually stop dead sometimes when she looks at me. I've never seen anyone with eyes like THAT. Blue is one thing, we all have blue, but MOM'S?"
"She never wore contacts either, and her eyebrows are waxed so awesome and her eyelashes are super long to make them pop…she's a gorgeous person but she will never ever see it."
"It's a shame"
"I know. And people like James make her feel like an ugly little insignificant piece of garbage. Now you may slightly understand why I don't like him."
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Keeping both Stickers and Fievel in a deathlock and not caring whether they hated each other or not Chelsea sat on the couch in the den flipping through channels to find something which suited her fancy. Mommy and Daddy weren't home and she was beyond ticked and annoyed because she wanted to play with them. She hadn't seen Mommy in a long time and it was making her depressed, so she grabbed a pair of her mother's largest white-framed sunglasses and stuck them on her face. Maybe Mommy would come home with Daddy.
"You stop!" she shouted at Stickers as he tried to nip at Fievel and squeezed his neck tighter, pouting her plump lips and still going until she came across a news broadcast with a picture of her mother's face on it.
"The death of Mindy Stratus has caught all of Hollywood off-guard and completely sideswiped America as the reigning princess of entertainment for over a decade was found dead with her heart actually shipped in a package to her husband at the hospital which their sick daughter was staying at. She was twenty-nine. Days earlier Stratus's young son Trygger died in an accident inside of his own home. Police and forensics are working on the case to find her body, but the world will mourn this tragic loss. Stratus's husband James Lawson has yet to make a public comment on his wife's untimely passing"
Chelsea took one look at the screen and began to sob so violently she was screaming.