"Chica, if you don't want to do this, you know you don't have to. I don't want to see you hurt for my benefit."
"Baby, I needed to do this a long time ago. Kevin knows a lot, but he doesn't know the entire story. We are going to start from the very beginning. Please forgive me if I seem a little distant or emotional during this.
I was born on June 10, 1980. When I was born, my father was in the final stages of a terminal brain tumor. I barely have any memory of him except for these tapes he made. I know sounds like that movie don't it. Well, about a year and a half after my biological father died, this would have made me two years old, my mother remarried. She kept trying to get me to call him dad, but I wouldn't. Even then I knew who my real dad was. I knew how to work my little tape player and every night, I would play a story he had recorded for me. Those are the tapes that I went psychotic when I couldn't find. Remember Kev?"
"The ones you had in that little box, right?"
"Every once in a while, when I cannot sleep, I pop one of them in. Anyhow, when I turned 3, my new "dad" tried to take them away from me. When momma tried to keep him from doing so, he hit her. By then I had ran into my room and locked the door. I was scared. I wanted my daddy to come and save me from the monster. After a while, I heard momma knocking at the door telling me it was ok to come out. That was the first of many times that I saw her with bruises. That was the first time I learned what the smell of alcohol was and knew to stay away from Carl when he smelled like it. One night he got so drunk, he tried to rape me. When I refused, he proceeded to beat the hell out of me, calling me hurtful names. Right after I finished the sixth grade, momma decided it was time for us to leave. We had successfully gotten away, but I was scared to sleep many a night knowing we wouldn't stay that way forever. The day of my fourteenth birthday, I got a package delivered to me. The card inside said "Love, Dad". The moment I read that card, I heard a scream coming from my mother. I took off towards where I thought it came from. When I walked in my kitchen, I saw my mother lying in the floor with what would-be fatal knife wound in her back. However, Carl was nowhere in sight. A few months earlier, I had begun to take training in martial arts. I didn't plan on being an easy target for him. The one thing that my teacher and I had been working on was a counter attack from behind. I had developed a habit of listening for footsteps whether they were light or heavy. If it hadn't been for me hearing those, I wouldn't be here telling you about it now. The police later ruled Carl's death as self-defense. For a little over a year, I lived with my dad's mom. Up until that point, we had never really had a relationship cause of Carl, and after we ran, there was no way we would risk it getting back to him we went to see the family. I never did call her grandma until right before she died. After that happened, I decided it was time for me to start over somewhere new. Thank God for my trust fund that mom had set up with the insurance money from dad. Also, the money from moms automatically was added on when she died. That's how I ended up in San Antonio. It was hard to find a place to live at first since I was only 15. I even filed the forms declaring me an adult with the provision that I complete my education. I find it kind of amusing now, but I remember having to register for high school. I told the secretary I needed to enroll, and she asks me where my guardian was. I simply informed her that it was not necessary since I was much capable of filling out these forms myself. She went and brought the principal who again asked me where my guardian was. To which again I informed them both that a guardian was not needed. Once I called the school board who was aware of my situation, the school was notified that they were to enroll me immediately no questions asked. Shortly after, although not needed, I got a night time job over at the Gold's Gym as a receptionist and viola that is how I met gargantuan over there. The rest is history. Considering the fact that I have been living on my own, and driving since I was 15, I do think I have done mighty well if I do say so myself. (Long silence) Say something guys. Please!"
With that, Scott stood up and walked out of the house. When Kevin got up to go after him, I stopped him.
"Let him go. He'll come back."
"Lulu, one of us needs to check on him."
"Kev, just wait a minute. He can't go anywhere unless he plans on walking. You and I both know that Scott won't walk as far as he needs to in order to get to Bailey's."
"What do you mean? Why can't he drive?"
"Oh, he's physically able to drive. However, I do think he's going to need something. (Pats her pocket.)"
"My God. Do you practically have him down to a science or what?"
"Besides, I am not done talking with either one of you. Sit."
"Okay."
"First off, I'm sorry that I hit you the other day. You'll never truly know how much guilt I'll forever carry over that."
"You have nothing to feel guilty about. I have always had the tendency to be protective when it comes to you. I'm admitting that I went overboard."
"Not exactly. Seeing as that I've never been in a relationship so you could get used to the idea of me being physical with someone, much less our best friend, I would expect it to freak you out at least a bit. I understand that and I am thankful for it."
"Thankful how?"
"Well, at first I thought it was just a dream that he was kissing me. Once I was alert to realize that it definitely was real, there was no way I was going to stop it. That isn't saying that Scott would have taken advantage of me if I chose to stop, but if you hadn't did what you did, things would be much different. It doesn't mean that I never wanted it to happen, just not then."
Alright, I'm rambling. This is harder than I originally perceived it to be. OK Wuss, you've come this far, finish it already.
"Whoa! Slow down Lu. Take a deep breath and try it again."
"OK, if you hadn't come in when you did, I would have definitely slept with Scott. Although I wouldn't mind if we did, I would prefer it had happened later on. Kevin, I love him as a friend, as everything. A few days ago, the night of graduation, was the first time anything had ever happened. He came in, drunk with this blonde chick that'd planned on having her way with "The WCW Wrestler" Scott Hall."
"He told me about you running her off."
"Did he tell you that he thought I was in love with you?"
"He conveniently left that part out."
"Figured. I told him that if everyone abandoned him when he admitted he needed help, he would always have me. That's when he kissed me. That night, when trying to get him into bed, we landed in a very precarious position. It was then when I told him that I wouldn't sleep with him. I don't know why he kissed me the next morning, but that was how you found us."
"When did all this happen?"
"When I started having feelings for Scott? God, when didn't I? (Laughs) It was two and a half years ago when I finally realized that even if he never knew how I felt, I would still feel the same that I was truly in love with him. To this day, he doesn't have a clue, but he's fully aware that if he ever needs me, I would be one of if not the first one there. He's my best friend before anything else."
"You need to tell him that. If not for him, for yourself. For some time now, I have noticed you were acting a bit odd. This morning was the first time I have saw you truly smile in a long time. God only knows what he thought was going on. Do you honestly know how much that boy relies on you? Let him in. I know it will be hard. I have been through this with you."
"Do you know how scared I am? Yea, it's Scott. However, this is something new to me. The only thing I have to rely on at this point is that I love him. I hope to God that he'll even speak to me ever again if I tell him."
"OK! That's it! You're gonna go find him and tell him. You're not coming back into this house until you do either. And yes, I am having my father moment for the day! Now shoo."