Notes: Dana wrote this and it's Danny's POV. The shit starts to hit the fan really quickly from here on out. I don't think it settles down for awhile.
Another tape
I woke up a few hours later not feeling too rested. But I felt a bit better after talking to Tammy. It did help to talk to her. I went got my mail from downstairs. There was the usual junk mail and bills. But I was surprised to find a package in the mailbox. Same packaging as the last one and handwriting. So I was pretty sure there was another tape in it. I opened the package and another note fell out. It was definitely the same person. It said:
The last piece of the puzzle.
What could it mean now? The last time I got a tape it showed my father hadn't been killed by a powerbomb. What was left for me to know? And you know what? I almost didn't want to know. But curiosity won out in the end I guess. I had an old VCR at home. I put it in. At first I didn't know what it was. It was a picture of backstage.
Vince was talking to someone. I couldn't see who it was because Vince was blocking the view. "You take care of it?"
"Yes it's all taken care of. It should happen shortly."
There was screaming from the arena. And people were yelling from backstage. "Someone get the medics! Owen fell!"
I swear I saw Vince shake whoever's hand.
As soon as the tape stopped I was on the phone immediately. Even through I knew Owen was alive I was mad that I never heard about this tape and I was going to get answers. And I knew a number to get them at. I called Eddy's cellphone.
'Hello?'
"Why didn't you tell me about the Owen tape?" I demanded.
'Danny?' He sounded shocked.
"Yeah it's me. Why didn't you tell me about the Owen tape?" I repeated.
Nothing was said right away. I wasn't even sure if Eddy was still there. I heard mumbling in the background. 'Daniel?' My father was now on the phone. He sounded worried.
"Why didn't you guys tell me!" I said nearly crying from all the shit that's been happening lately. I'm not sure how much more I can take.
'The tape hasn't turned up in twelve years we thought it was gone. I'm sorry.'
And I hung up. Yes I hung up on my own father. It's a habit I seemed to have picked up from Tatem.
I buried my face in my hands. Everything was spinning so out of control. I mean it was just yesterday that I found out my sister was friends with the Helmsley's. What else could possibly happen now?
Another tape
I woke up a few hours later not feeling too rested. But I felt a bit better after talking to Tammy. It did help to talk to her. I went got my mail from downstairs. There was the usual junk mail and bills. But I was surprised to find a package in the mailbox. Same packaging as the last one and handwriting. So I was pretty sure there was another tape in it. I opened the package and another note fell out. It was definitely the same person. It said:
The last piece of the puzzle.
What could it mean now? The last time I got a tape it showed my father hadn't been killed by a powerbomb. What was left for me to know? And you know what? I almost didn't want to know. But curiosity won out in the end I guess. I had an old VCR at home. I put it in. At first I didn't know what it was. It was a picture of backstage.
Vince was talking to someone. I couldn't see who it was because Vince was blocking the view. "You take care of it?"
"Yes it's all taken care of. It should happen shortly."
There was screaming from the arena. And people were yelling from backstage. "Someone get the medics! Owen fell!"
I swear I saw Vince shake whoever's hand.
As soon as the tape stopped I was on the phone immediately. Even through I knew Owen was alive I was mad that I never heard about this tape and I was going to get answers. And I knew a number to get them at. I called Eddy's cellphone.
'Hello?'
"Why didn't you tell me about the Owen tape?" I demanded.
'Danny?' He sounded shocked.
"Yeah it's me. Why didn't you tell me about the Owen tape?" I repeated.
Nothing was said right away. I wasn't even sure if Eddy was still there. I heard mumbling in the background. 'Daniel?' My father was now on the phone. He sounded worried.
"Why didn't you guys tell me!" I said nearly crying from all the shit that's been happening lately. I'm not sure how much more I can take.
'The tape hasn't turned up in twelve years we thought it was gone. I'm sorry.'
And I hung up. Yes I hung up on my own father. It's a habit I seemed to have picked up from Tatem.
I buried my face in my hands. Everything was spinning so out of control. I mean it was just yesterday that I found out my sister was friends with the Helmsley's. What else could possibly happen now?