**iccess-america, I'm glad to have taken you by surprise! I hate when
people *coughDEBcough* guess them. So that makes me write with curveballs.
You don't know how much you telling me I'm a great writer really means to
me. It seems like no matter what changes or how bad things get, writing is
an escape and always stays the same. Ah, but now I ramble...Damn Deb! 8-8?
Please don't die on me! All the questions will be answered in this one. I'm
so close to ending this story.**
II need answers and I need answers now. I was so shocked to see Misty, to see her standing and talking, that I forgot everything else. I forgot our past, besides we dated. I forgot she was locked in a mental ward until she gave birth. But now I remember and I demand answers to everything.
I get up and tell Adam I'll be back later. I find Misty just coming out of the bathroom. I grab her hand roughly
"Misty, I want answers to everything." I growl. Tears flood to her beautiful emerald eyes before she blinks them away to return to her apathetic nature.
"Ok." She whispers softly. "Do you think they'll let us outside?"
"We can do whatever the hell we want but it must be snowing still because we haven't left." I answer. Misty sighs.
"We should all go get our jackets and meet outside." She says. I nod and we separate to bundle up for outside.
~~~~~
My God its cold! It's really freezing. I'm waiting for Misty. I saw her looking through her bag for a jacket which why I am not concerned that she has not come outside yet. If she takes any longer though I am going in there to drag her out here and slap her around if I must.
The door opens suddenly and a pool of artificial light hits the snow making it gleam almost angelically. I turn my head to look at her, as I am sitting on a small cement wall facing opposite the door. Her body is still clad in the small business suit, only covered by a long black leather coat that hugs her body beautifully. Her silky black hair frames her beautiful face perfectly, opposing the beautiful brightness of her green eyes which are tinged with a sorrow that could never be understood by the outside world. Only I know what happened, and I don't even know the full story of it.
Taking her usual long self assured strides she arrives at the wall and places her French Manicured hand on it. She looks at me with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"I can't jump that high in the heels." She says lowly and smiles sadly at me. I jump off the wall and put my big hands on her waist. I pause for a moment. This just feels so right. She was my first love, my one true love. It feels so perfect standing in the bitter cold, the snow falling around us like someone has just shaken a snow globe, me standing behind her with my hands on her waist. Finally I lift her up and place her on the wall then I take a seat next to her.
"There." I say and look at her.
"You want the whole story? Everything from the time you moved away and left me in the mental ward?" She asks with a tinge of anger in her voice. My heart crushes.
"You know I didn't want to leave. My parents made me move when I got out of jail due to scandal." I tell her. She nods and looks at the snow with our footprints so close to each other.
"I know that. But you want everything to come out?"
"Yes, I need to know."
"Your parents picked up and tore you away from me but I didn't know that. I was so drugged up at the time. I wasn't hurting; I was mostly in a fantasy world. John the images I had, oh God, they were wonderful. If the word were indeed a place like that, but no, this is irrelevant. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I was in no pain.
"Three months after you moved I gave birth to a surprisingly healthy baby boy. They explained everything to me; something was covering the baby or something like that. I really don't know. I was so drugged up at the time and I never read my medical history. Anyway, I named him Anthony John Rivers, giving him my last name. We call him AJ for short." She says then stops like something hit her suddenly.
Of course we're both thinking the same thing. AJ. My old best friend who acted so weird when I began dating Misty.
"Misty, can I ask a quick question?" I interfere in her story.
"Of course."
"Why did AJ hate you so much?" I ask. She sighs and swings her foot, staring at her deathly high heels. I begin to think I worded it wrong and blew my whole change of finding out the missing pieces to my life when she resumes speaking.
"AJ and I went to school in Boston. You know we were both from the city and not originally from the suburbs, right?" She asks. I nod. "Well we dated and another boy caught my eye. I swear I didn't do anything with him but rumors flew around that we had made love in his parent's bedroom. John we were ten years old! Those horrible rumors followed me the rest of my life. And the worst part? When I met you when we were fifteen you were only the fourth person I slept with and one was involuntarily if you catch my drift." She says with her voice surprisingly steady.
"I had no idea. If I did I never would have accused you of such things." I was ready to go on, ready to redeem everything I had ever done but she shakes her head to quiet me.
"Don't worry about it. Shall I go on with the story?"
"Of course."
"As I said I gave birth to Anthony and my parents took care of him for a full year. Of course during the labor they pump you with drugs but for me there was really no need. I could have shot out twenty kids and I would have felt no pain, only the pure bliss of the false world I was in. They fed me drugs like they were water, anything to get me to stop screaming, which I did when they somewhat wore off. They never really wore off. They gave me shock treatments a few times and those make you lose your memory for weeks at a time. Do you know some of my childhood is lost because of that? Anyway, my parents to intervene but the attempt was in vain. They told them I needed it because of the horrible pain I had endured while being wrongly accused of being the biggest drug dealer in Massachusetts. Finally my parents hired one of the best lawyers in the world and won. I was taken home for but for another full year I sat there in my false world of bliss and innocence. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find I was a sixteen year old with a one year old kid." She pauses and wipes at her eyes. I sit there still as a statue waiting for her to continue which she does.
"Well I stepped up and went back to school. I learned everything I had missed during the day. I stayed after for a few hours and hired a private tutor to help me on the weekends. In my spare time I devoted myself to Anthony. I basically had no life. Between school, eating, sleeping and being a mother I had no social life. I stayed in on the weekends and God I just changed. I was a completely different person from who I used to be. But it all paid off. My parents were supportive and I went to college to be the business woman I am today." She finished and smiled softy at me while I sat there trying to absorb it all.
So because of me she had to give up her teenage years? Because of me she lost some of her childhood because she was so distraught that she needed medication? While I was out training, drinking, dating, dreaming of being a wrestler, doing normal teenage things and all she did was learn and raise a kid? Words cannot express the sorrow I feel because of that.
"My God Misty, I'm sorry, I-" She puts her index finger to my lips and shakes her head again. The pain still fills her beautiful green eyes.
"Don't worry John." She tells me. Her male companion comes out and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Mom, they called our plane." He says.
II need answers and I need answers now. I was so shocked to see Misty, to see her standing and talking, that I forgot everything else. I forgot our past, besides we dated. I forgot she was locked in a mental ward until she gave birth. But now I remember and I demand answers to everything.
I get up and tell Adam I'll be back later. I find Misty just coming out of the bathroom. I grab her hand roughly
"Misty, I want answers to everything." I growl. Tears flood to her beautiful emerald eyes before she blinks them away to return to her apathetic nature.
"Ok." She whispers softly. "Do you think they'll let us outside?"
"We can do whatever the hell we want but it must be snowing still because we haven't left." I answer. Misty sighs.
"We should all go get our jackets and meet outside." She says. I nod and we separate to bundle up for outside.
~~~~~
My God its cold! It's really freezing. I'm waiting for Misty. I saw her looking through her bag for a jacket which why I am not concerned that she has not come outside yet. If she takes any longer though I am going in there to drag her out here and slap her around if I must.
The door opens suddenly and a pool of artificial light hits the snow making it gleam almost angelically. I turn my head to look at her, as I am sitting on a small cement wall facing opposite the door. Her body is still clad in the small business suit, only covered by a long black leather coat that hugs her body beautifully. Her silky black hair frames her beautiful face perfectly, opposing the beautiful brightness of her green eyes which are tinged with a sorrow that could never be understood by the outside world. Only I know what happened, and I don't even know the full story of it.
Taking her usual long self assured strides she arrives at the wall and places her French Manicured hand on it. She looks at me with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"I can't jump that high in the heels." She says lowly and smiles sadly at me. I jump off the wall and put my big hands on her waist. I pause for a moment. This just feels so right. She was my first love, my one true love. It feels so perfect standing in the bitter cold, the snow falling around us like someone has just shaken a snow globe, me standing behind her with my hands on her waist. Finally I lift her up and place her on the wall then I take a seat next to her.
"There." I say and look at her.
"You want the whole story? Everything from the time you moved away and left me in the mental ward?" She asks with a tinge of anger in her voice. My heart crushes.
"You know I didn't want to leave. My parents made me move when I got out of jail due to scandal." I tell her. She nods and looks at the snow with our footprints so close to each other.
"I know that. But you want everything to come out?"
"Yes, I need to know."
"Your parents picked up and tore you away from me but I didn't know that. I was so drugged up at the time. I wasn't hurting; I was mostly in a fantasy world. John the images I had, oh God, they were wonderful. If the word were indeed a place like that, but no, this is irrelevant. I guess I just wanted to let you know that I was in no pain.
"Three months after you moved I gave birth to a surprisingly healthy baby boy. They explained everything to me; something was covering the baby or something like that. I really don't know. I was so drugged up at the time and I never read my medical history. Anyway, I named him Anthony John Rivers, giving him my last name. We call him AJ for short." She says then stops like something hit her suddenly.
Of course we're both thinking the same thing. AJ. My old best friend who acted so weird when I began dating Misty.
"Misty, can I ask a quick question?" I interfere in her story.
"Of course."
"Why did AJ hate you so much?" I ask. She sighs and swings her foot, staring at her deathly high heels. I begin to think I worded it wrong and blew my whole change of finding out the missing pieces to my life when she resumes speaking.
"AJ and I went to school in Boston. You know we were both from the city and not originally from the suburbs, right?" She asks. I nod. "Well we dated and another boy caught my eye. I swear I didn't do anything with him but rumors flew around that we had made love in his parent's bedroom. John we were ten years old! Those horrible rumors followed me the rest of my life. And the worst part? When I met you when we were fifteen you were only the fourth person I slept with and one was involuntarily if you catch my drift." She says with her voice surprisingly steady.
"I had no idea. If I did I never would have accused you of such things." I was ready to go on, ready to redeem everything I had ever done but she shakes her head to quiet me.
"Don't worry about it. Shall I go on with the story?"
"Of course."
"As I said I gave birth to Anthony and my parents took care of him for a full year. Of course during the labor they pump you with drugs but for me there was really no need. I could have shot out twenty kids and I would have felt no pain, only the pure bliss of the false world I was in. They fed me drugs like they were water, anything to get me to stop screaming, which I did when they somewhat wore off. They never really wore off. They gave me shock treatments a few times and those make you lose your memory for weeks at a time. Do you know some of my childhood is lost because of that? Anyway, my parents to intervene but the attempt was in vain. They told them I needed it because of the horrible pain I had endured while being wrongly accused of being the biggest drug dealer in Massachusetts. Finally my parents hired one of the best lawyers in the world and won. I was taken home for but for another full year I sat there in my false world of bliss and innocence. Imagine my surprise when I awoke to find I was a sixteen year old with a one year old kid." She pauses and wipes at her eyes. I sit there still as a statue waiting for her to continue which she does.
"Well I stepped up and went back to school. I learned everything I had missed during the day. I stayed after for a few hours and hired a private tutor to help me on the weekends. In my spare time I devoted myself to Anthony. I basically had no life. Between school, eating, sleeping and being a mother I had no social life. I stayed in on the weekends and God I just changed. I was a completely different person from who I used to be. But it all paid off. My parents were supportive and I went to college to be the business woman I am today." She finished and smiled softy at me while I sat there trying to absorb it all.
So because of me she had to give up her teenage years? Because of me she lost some of her childhood because she was so distraught that she needed medication? While I was out training, drinking, dating, dreaming of being a wrestler, doing normal teenage things and all she did was learn and raise a kid? Words cannot express the sorrow I feel because of that.
"My God Misty, I'm sorry, I-" She puts her index finger to my lips and shakes her head again. The pain still fills her beautiful green eyes.
"Don't worry John." She tells me. Her male companion comes out and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Mom, they called our plane." He says.
