Ch.2-----Mommy Dearest
Tracy's Penthouse:
My mother's door is guarded by two men who have taken too many steroids. They try to prevent me from even knocking, giving me some BS about if I'm her son then why haven't they seen me before. Eventually they realize I'm not going away unless they drag me away. One of them goes in and I have the feeling that I'm being set up.
My mother comes to the door "Ned, darling what a wonderful surprise, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot you had a mother."
I know straight off that something is definitely off by her warm reaction to me, I back away as she comes to hug me "Where is she?"
"Where is who? She tries to play dumb
"Dawn mother, where is she?" I take out the picture and I see the various excuses running through her mind "Don't try make up some excuse about you creating this picture, digitally aging her, you can't capture this through technology, this is her alive and well."
"Ned that's a babysitter of Dillon's her name's Lydia, I can have her come over if you want. Dawn's dead Ned, she died a long time ago."
"Dawn isn't dead."
"Oh this must be because of Kristina, is she doing okay? Did you get the basket I sent?"
"Don't try to change the subject. I came here first, to talk to you. I can leave here and go straight to the media; they would have a field day with this."
"Ned, you can do whatever you want, it isn't her?"
I suddenly realize that we're still outside in the hallway, she never invited me in. In fact she closed the door right behind her. "She's inside right now," I say looking from the door to my mother and then back to the door.
There's a brief struggle between me and the bodyguards as I dive for the door. They're about to drag me away when the door opens and there she was standing in the doorway. She had the face of an angel just as she'd had when I first met her, when all that innocence, that purity of her soul had been real, but the illusion continues on because of her pale golden locks and the cornflower blue of her eyes. It's an illusion though because the moment she opened that door, she acknowledged she knew what was going on. She wasn't taken from us, she left.
Tracy's Penthouse:
My mother's door is guarded by two men who have taken too many steroids. They try to prevent me from even knocking, giving me some BS about if I'm her son then why haven't they seen me before. Eventually they realize I'm not going away unless they drag me away. One of them goes in and I have the feeling that I'm being set up.
My mother comes to the door "Ned, darling what a wonderful surprise, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot you had a mother."
I know straight off that something is definitely off by her warm reaction to me, I back away as she comes to hug me "Where is she?"
"Where is who? She tries to play dumb
"Dawn mother, where is she?" I take out the picture and I see the various excuses running through her mind "Don't try make up some excuse about you creating this picture, digitally aging her, you can't capture this through technology, this is her alive and well."
"Ned that's a babysitter of Dillon's her name's Lydia, I can have her come over if you want. Dawn's dead Ned, she died a long time ago."
"Dawn isn't dead."
"Oh this must be because of Kristina, is she doing okay? Did you get the basket I sent?"
"Don't try to change the subject. I came here first, to talk to you. I can leave here and go straight to the media; they would have a field day with this."
"Ned, you can do whatever you want, it isn't her?"
I suddenly realize that we're still outside in the hallway, she never invited me in. In fact she closed the door right behind her. "She's inside right now," I say looking from the door to my mother and then back to the door.
There's a brief struggle between me and the bodyguards as I dive for the door. They're about to drag me away when the door opens and there she was standing in the doorway. She had the face of an angel just as she'd had when I first met her, when all that innocence, that purity of her soul had been real, but the illusion continues on because of her pale golden locks and the cornflower blue of her eyes. It's an illusion though because the moment she opened that door, she acknowledged she knew what was going on. She wasn't taken from us, she left.