"Alanah I can do it!" I exclaim exasperated. Alanah looks at me with
sad eyes.
"Adam I'm sorry." She says and puts my plate back down. I pick it up and throw it; I mean literally throw it, in the sink. It's not that I don't appreciate Alanah's help, because I do, it's just that since I fucking got home she's been doing everything for me. I'm surprised she doesn't want to wipe my ass after I take a dump.
"Don't apologize." I snap before storming in the living room. I hear her sob and I want to kill myself. It's not her fault I drove two people over the edge. Kill, edge, haha aren't I just full of jokes and wisdom tonight?
I hate this. What did I do? Why did they have to kill themselves in front of me? Since I've been out of the hospital I've learned the guy's name was Ed Santos and his wife of just two short weeks name was Maria Santos. When the police investigated their house they found the whole basement was a shrine of me. Well Edge if you want to get all technical about it. Interviews with close friends and family members revealed that they both basically worshiped the ground I walked on and one source said they once told them that if I took a crap and told them to eat it, they would. What the fuck. Then why kill yourselves in front of me and make me act like this? This is driving me insane!
I look up and see Alanah moving around. She's picking things up off the table and putting them down in a spot about an inch away from the original place. She's not doing it to be neat, she's doing it because she's nervous and she has nothing better to do. I've done nothing to this girl except make her life a living hell, even if I didn't do it on purpose. I also hate myself for that reason.
Stephanie cries from upstairs. Not a half a second later Alanah's halfway up the stairs. I shake my head. I don't know how she does it. Great. Now I feel like an ass because of that. Every time Stephanie cries, guess who gets her? Alanah. It doesn't help I'm usually on the road.
Oh yeah since they jumped in the ring and blasted their heads off I'm on a "break from it all, indefinably. Probably until this whole thing blows over and it's nothing but a nightmare from the past" as Mr. McMahon so nicely put it. Isn't that nice? You go through a bunch of shit, the only thing keeping you sane is a job you love, everything gets back on track, one person kills his wife then himself in front of you and you pay for it? What a nice world huh?
Alanah comes down the stairs and falls on to the big stuffed chair. I don't mean to sound rude but she looks really old. The past rough years have really taken a toll on her.
"Alanah." I say quietly. She can hardly lift her head to look at me.
"Yes?" She asks.
"I love you." I say. She pauses for a moment, she's shocked.
"Oh, uh, Adam, I love you too." She stutters. I laugh and get up.
"Oh, uh Adam?" I quote. "What you confused me and your other boyfriend?" I joke and lightly sit on her lap. Alanah smiled and pulls me closer to her.
"Other boyfriend!" She says in mock shock. "Please Adam! I have at least FOUR other guys on call."
"Four?" I say in disbelief. "I would have thought at the very VERY least ten."
"Nah I got one. Why would I want more?" She asks seriously and rests her head against my chest.
"Hmm true." I whisper. "Want me to get up? I have to be killing your legs."
"My legs? No Adam I'm fine."
"Alanah I'm at least 100 pounds more than you. Come on let's go to bed." I say and pick her up. I carry her up the stairs and close the door behind us. We can't wake Stephanie up now can we?
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The next morning I throw open all the cabinets. Jesus Christ the way I'm acting you would think I was NEVER home. I can't find ANYTHING. I'm looking for the pancake mix to surprise Alanah. Sure I'm depressed and feeling bad but hey that's not Alanah's fault. There's no reason she has to pay.
I doubt the mix is in the cabinet on top of the fridge but I throw it open anyway. I see a huge white powder mix and ten bottles of pills. I read it. It says "HerbaLife". What the fuck? That's dietary supplements. I don't take those. Stephanie doesn't take those. That only leaves one person.
"Good morning Adam." I hear her say as she enters the kitchen. I jump and slam the door shut. I don't know if I want to confront her about it or not.
"Morning Alanah." I say.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for the pancake mix." I answer. Alanah opens a cabinet I was looking in previously.
"Here." She says and hands it to me. Why didn't I see that? Probably the same reason why I didn't see her losing all this weight even after she got help. And the same reason why I didn't notice that my career was going too good and something was going to happen and mess it all up.
"You having any?" I make my opening to confront her. She eyes me suspiciously.
"Yes." She answers and walks into the living room. I know on HerbaLife you drink a shake for breakfast and lunch and eat dinner. Along with taking all those pills. So why is she eating breakfast? To throw me off? Or is this from awhile ago? I sigh. All these fucking questions and no answers.
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"Adam I'm sorry." She says and puts my plate back down. I pick it up and throw it; I mean literally throw it, in the sink. It's not that I don't appreciate Alanah's help, because I do, it's just that since I fucking got home she's been doing everything for me. I'm surprised she doesn't want to wipe my ass after I take a dump.
"Don't apologize." I snap before storming in the living room. I hear her sob and I want to kill myself. It's not her fault I drove two people over the edge. Kill, edge, haha aren't I just full of jokes and wisdom tonight?
I hate this. What did I do? Why did they have to kill themselves in front of me? Since I've been out of the hospital I've learned the guy's name was Ed Santos and his wife of just two short weeks name was Maria Santos. When the police investigated their house they found the whole basement was a shrine of me. Well Edge if you want to get all technical about it. Interviews with close friends and family members revealed that they both basically worshiped the ground I walked on and one source said they once told them that if I took a crap and told them to eat it, they would. What the fuck. Then why kill yourselves in front of me and make me act like this? This is driving me insane!
I look up and see Alanah moving around. She's picking things up off the table and putting them down in a spot about an inch away from the original place. She's not doing it to be neat, she's doing it because she's nervous and she has nothing better to do. I've done nothing to this girl except make her life a living hell, even if I didn't do it on purpose. I also hate myself for that reason.
Stephanie cries from upstairs. Not a half a second later Alanah's halfway up the stairs. I shake my head. I don't know how she does it. Great. Now I feel like an ass because of that. Every time Stephanie cries, guess who gets her? Alanah. It doesn't help I'm usually on the road.
Oh yeah since they jumped in the ring and blasted their heads off I'm on a "break from it all, indefinably. Probably until this whole thing blows over and it's nothing but a nightmare from the past" as Mr. McMahon so nicely put it. Isn't that nice? You go through a bunch of shit, the only thing keeping you sane is a job you love, everything gets back on track, one person kills his wife then himself in front of you and you pay for it? What a nice world huh?
Alanah comes down the stairs and falls on to the big stuffed chair. I don't mean to sound rude but she looks really old. The past rough years have really taken a toll on her.
"Alanah." I say quietly. She can hardly lift her head to look at me.
"Yes?" She asks.
"I love you." I say. She pauses for a moment, she's shocked.
"Oh, uh, Adam, I love you too." She stutters. I laugh and get up.
"Oh, uh Adam?" I quote. "What you confused me and your other boyfriend?" I joke and lightly sit on her lap. Alanah smiled and pulls me closer to her.
"Other boyfriend!" She says in mock shock. "Please Adam! I have at least FOUR other guys on call."
"Four?" I say in disbelief. "I would have thought at the very VERY least ten."
"Nah I got one. Why would I want more?" She asks seriously and rests her head against my chest.
"Hmm true." I whisper. "Want me to get up? I have to be killing your legs."
"My legs? No Adam I'm fine."
"Alanah I'm at least 100 pounds more than you. Come on let's go to bed." I say and pick her up. I carry her up the stairs and close the door behind us. We can't wake Stephanie up now can we?
~~~~~~~
The next morning I throw open all the cabinets. Jesus Christ the way I'm acting you would think I was NEVER home. I can't find ANYTHING. I'm looking for the pancake mix to surprise Alanah. Sure I'm depressed and feeling bad but hey that's not Alanah's fault. There's no reason she has to pay.
I doubt the mix is in the cabinet on top of the fridge but I throw it open anyway. I see a huge white powder mix and ten bottles of pills. I read it. It says "HerbaLife". What the fuck? That's dietary supplements. I don't take those. Stephanie doesn't take those. That only leaves one person.
"Good morning Adam." I hear her say as she enters the kitchen. I jump and slam the door shut. I don't know if I want to confront her about it or not.
"Morning Alanah." I say.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for the pancake mix." I answer. Alanah opens a cabinet I was looking in previously.
"Here." She says and hands it to me. Why didn't I see that? Probably the same reason why I didn't see her losing all this weight even after she got help. And the same reason why I didn't notice that my career was going too good and something was going to happen and mess it all up.
"You having any?" I make my opening to confront her. She eyes me suspiciously.
"Yes." She answers and walks into the living room. I know on HerbaLife you drink a shake for breakfast and lunch and eat dinner. Along with taking all those pills. So why is she eating breakfast? To throw me off? Or is this from awhile ago? I sigh. All these fucking questions and no answers.
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