Blurred Reality

Chap. 35

Tales From The Crypt

After my very eventful date with Amelia I decided that it would best if I had her examined by a local hospital just to be sure she was alright. The doctors informed me that everything was fine, that her breathing was normal. They just suggested that the next day she stayed off of her feet. Hmmm… maybe I needed a psychiatrist to evaluate her as well? All she kept on bringing up was the fact that she swore she saw "Marsha" pull her underneath the water… The only thing I could conclude was that maybe Melissa had told her what Marsha looked like and maybe Amelia was frightened by the entire story…

"What did that 'Marsha' look like Amelia?" I asked quietly as we both headed back into the hotel.

Amelia shivered and took hold of my hand. "She was really pale and looked maybe like she was high school."

"I mean, like what color hair did she have?" I questioned further.

She shrugged a bit. "I don't know, I think light brown…. Maybe…"

"What was she wearing?"

"Oh, I don't remember! It was dark… I really don't want to talk about it anymore… I just know it was her, Criss. Okay?" She shot me an aggravated glance.

My cell phone starred back at me, little grains of sand still imprinted in the corners of the black case. That was it. I was calling Mark.

"Hello?" He answered a bit groggy.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry it's late." I apologized after realizing the time difference between Mexico and America.

"It's ok… it's my job, being your bitch. What's going on, Criss?" He asked sarcastically.

"I pay you well enough to be!" I laughed. "Listen, I need you to call Cris from VH1 and hook me up with every single tape, edited and unedited I want them all. Send them to me, ASAP. I mean it…"

"You're in fucking Mexico Criss! It's going to take me a awhile to manage that… maybe 3 days?" Mark sighed.

I gave the phone a pissed off look and replied, "3 days?! No, I NEED them by TOMORROW NIGHT. Tell Cris and his management that if I don't have them in my hand by then I am ending my contract."

The line was dead for a moment before Mark roughly replied, "Alright. By the way… I want a fucking raise."

I grinned. "Don't we all. I love you man. You are my savior. Have a good night."

Sure enough some how Mark managed to get Cris to send me every single tape by Air Mail and they arrived at the hotel the very next afternoon at 3pm. I instructed Amelia and Melissa that all dates, eliminations, and everything was going to be delayed until that night. I NEEDED to find that damned tape, no matter what how long it took me. I needed to end my fucking subconscious once and for all and find out which one of the girls in the show was really the craziest. Was it Melissa or was it Amelia? Was it me for even being so damn stupid to sign up for this shit?

My finger tips brushed against a DVD that read, "EPISODE TAKE 28 PADDED WALLS AND STRAIGHT JACKETED HEARTS UNEDIT"

Hmmm… this one sounded interesting.

I popped it into my laptop and pressed play after the program loaded.

I watched as it showed and image of Melissa knocking on my suite door and me letting her inside with Hammie weaving through my ankles.

I remembered that now… that was time she came over to tell me why she was in hospital…

The door closed shut and the camera angle remained settled on an empty hallway for a moment before I saw Amelia walk passed my door and stop. She hesitated for a second and then crouched down on her knees, placing her ear above the door knob.

So that's how she knew about Melissa's friend Marsha… she fucking eased dropped on our conversation!

Kelly's blonde hair moved swiftly past the camera lens and I watched intently as Amelia signaled for her to join in and listen.

You've got to be kidding me… BOTH of them?!

I ejected the DVD, having seen enough. An hour later I found another labeled, "EPISODE TAKE 32 FAMILY VAULESUNEDIT"

This was clearly from the night I had the girls mock vote for who should be sent home. The girls were all sitting nervously on the picnic benches in the park and I listened while Kelly offered,

"Okay… here, why don't we each state why we think we are the best person for Criss and then based off of that we each can vote?"

Amelia's eyes met Kelly's in some sort of wink as Melissa nodded, "That sounds like a plan Kelly."

Amelia hesitated, "What's the point, Kelly. By now, we all know that we each are here for the same reasons. We all have been to the same amount of challenges and have pretty much heard each others reasoning's as to why we want to and SHOULD be here… so why restate it over it again?"

"Because, this is a serious decision Amelia!" Melissa rolled her eyes.

"Don't raise your voice at me nut bag, we all know that I'm casting my lot for you to go home!" Amelia snapped. "I don't want to wake up dead tomorrow and neither does Kelly."

Kelly drew in a deep breath. "Amelia, please. I never said that exactly…"

"Fine. I'm a crazy, fucking psychotic, nut case without any mommy's or daddy's to come here and kiss his ass… and maybe I will someday murder you all in your fucking sleep with a chainsaw and a deranged grin on my face!" Melissa blew up and headed off of the picnic table in made dash for what I knew was the parking lot.

Once Melissa was out of the sight I noticed Kelly grin and Amelia chuckle, "Thank you God! Now we can finally say that bitch really IS nuts… now all we have to do is tell Criss what happened and BOOM she's gone."

Kelly nodded, "She's so retarded she actually thinks I'm her friend. I've hated that girl all alone."

My blood ran cold as I slammed my laptop shut with a loud groan. Both of the remaining girls were trying to play me for a fool and I wasn't going to have it. I'd been played way too many times in my life to have it happen again. I didn't give a flying shit how much they tried to talk their way out of this one the show was over. I was officially spending my last 2 days in Mexico by myself.

I always used to hate eliminations but somehow I was more than happy to inform Amelia and Kelly that they needed to leave.

"Kelly! Amelia!" I shouted rather monotone down the hallway of the hotel. "I need you girls to come here!"

Kelly's hotel room door popped open and I saw Amelia's head peak out behind Kelly's.

"Are you finally ready for our date?" Kelly joked as they both walked out into the hallway.

I shook my head as I shoved my hands into the front of my jean pockets. "No, actually. There isn't going to be a date tonight. There is NEVER going to be a date… I want both you to pack your shit up and be ready in an hour to leave."

"Leave?! Where are we going?" Amelia asked confused. "Back to Vegas already?"

"Yeah, we didn't even get to go anywhere together…" Kelly whined.

Oh my God, how much more did I have to spell it out.

"No, there are two different planes, one for each one of you to take you each back to your homes. I'm done with this show, for good. I looked back at the tapes and BOTH of you have lied to me-" I went to continue to but Amelia cut me off.

"I never lied to yo-"

"Seriously Amelia, do you want to fucking sit down and watch it with me? I'm sorry, I'm really upset with the both of you right now. I just can't believe that either one of you could do all of that to me or any of the girls in this show." I shook my head with disapproval. "Like I said, just be ready to leave. The production team will show you where to go. Everything's all taken care of." I walked away before I could hear anymore of their bullshit.