Post by `emz0, bby. on Jun 27, 2007 18:00:12 GMT -5
really really long.
I stood up and I still couldn’t stop laughing. Do you feel like a man when you push her around, do you feel better now as she falls to the ground, well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. Are you serious? My father’s calling me? I can’t answer it or I will be in sooo much trouble. But if I don’t answer it I’ll be in for it later. “Hello?” “Hello is this Brittany Stevens?” “Yes, this is she. Who is this?” “This is the Belleville Police.” I tried to act even more sober now. “What happened?!” “It seems that your father tried to commit suicide and he is now in critical condition at St. Barnabas Hospital.” Oh…My…God. “What did he do?” “He stabbed himself multiple times.” “Fuck. This can’t be happening.” “I know it’s shocking, and we’re going to need you to get here as soon as you can.” “Uh, I’m at a friend’s house and most of my friends are asleep already.” The house was quiet which worked out to my benefit. “Can you get here tomorrow morning?” “Yeah, sure.” “We’ll see you then.” I hung up the phone. “My dad’s in the hospital…” “Brit, what happened?” “He tried to kill himself…” “Are you serious?” “Yes. I told the cops I couldn’t be home now so I have to go home as soon as I can tomorrow. Where’s Rachel?” I looked over and Rachel was making out with Gerard. “I knew that was going to happen.” I sat down on a couch. “What the hell? I knew I should have stayed home!” Frank came and sat down next to me. “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.” He hugged me and I felt safe, like nothing could or did go wrong. “I think we should get home before Rachel drinks more…” I think Gerard has a thing for Rachel. I really do. “I’ll drive us all home.” “Um, Gerard, I don’t want to go home. I’ll leave, but home is not where I want to go.” “Why?” “I’ll tell you later. I don’t want to talk about it now.” I went to get Rachel and I saw Frank go over to Gerard, most likely to tell him about what had happened. “Rachel, we’re gonna leave now, okay?” “What? Sure, I’ll drive.” “No you won’t. you’re in no shape to drive. Gerard is going to drive us home.” “You know, Gerard is a nice guy. I like him.” “I know Rachel. Now come on, let’s go.” I walked to the car in a solemn manner, while everyone else was talking to each other and laughing at Rachel. We got to Rachel’s house and we all stayed over there. I stayed in her room just in case she needed anything. That night I dreamed that my mother contacted me and I left my father and stayed with her. I woke up early the next morning, one, because I had to get to my house, and two, because Rachel was up. I told Rachel what had happened. “Oh my God. I’ll go with you . You can’t talk me out of it.” We walked downstairs and everyone was passed out all over the living room. Mikey was curled up in a ball on the couch, Gerard was laying on the rest of that couch, Ray was on the loveseat, Bob was in the recliner, and Frank was on the floor. I wrote them a note and we left. The damage you've inflicted temporary wounds, I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me, I'm taking back the life you stole Who’s calling me? I’ve never seen this number before. “Hello?” “Is this Brittany Stevens?” Another one of these phone calls. But this one was different. The woman on the other end sounded uneasy. “Yeah, that’s me. Who’s this?” “Um, you might find this hard to believe, but this is your mother.” After years of waiting for her to come to my rescue, I finally heard from her. “Mom?” “They called me when they found your father. We’re at the hotel and we’ll be there soon.” “We’re?” “My family and I.” “Oh.” I should have known she would have a family. “I’ll see you soon. Bye.” “Bye…” I hung up the phone and just looked at it in shock. “What is it, Brit?” “My mom just called me…” “Your mom? Are you serious?” “Yeah.” “Are you gonna see her?” “Yeah, her family’s coming too.” “Let’s get to your house!” Rachel made me pick up the pace a bit, and I walked into the house and it looked as though nothing had happened. I went up to my room and it was normal. Everything was fine, except for the fact that everything had actually happened. I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window. A woman who was dressed in all pink got out of the driver’s side, a boy about my age got out of the passenger side, and a little girl got out of the back. A father was no where to be found. The boy was a lot like me, donning a From First To Last shirt and a shy look on his face. As soon as he closed the car door he jammed his hands into his pockets. The little girl, who looked about eleven years old, hopped around like she had a sugar high. I went downstairs followed by Rachel. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door. “Brittany, you’ve grown up so much!” She pulled me into a hug that almost broke me in half. “Um, thanks.” “Brittany, I’d like you to meet my son, Aiden, and my daughter, Farrah.” “Hi! I’m Farrah!” “Hey,” “Aiden, speak louder than that, or people won’t be able to hear you.” “Fine. Hi, my name’s Aiden, and I really don’t want to be here right now. Happy?” “Aiden! That wasn’t very nice!” He just blew her off and stuck his earbuds in his ears so he could listen to his music. “I’m sorry about him, he’s so hard to control. Who’s this, your sister?” “No, this is my friend, Rachel.” “Oh.” She pushed her way into the house, her kids in tow. Aiden flopped down on the couch, while Farrah followed her mother. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat down on the couch. Aiden just glared at me, like he hated me. “Aiden, I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. No matter how much you act like you hate it here, you wont get home anytime soon. So deal.” “You’re such a bitch.” “Thanks,” I said, turning my attention towards Rachel. “Do you think they’re awake yet?” “I don’t know, why don’t you call Frank?” I figured while my mother was prodding around the house I’d have nothing else to do. “Hello, this is the office of Mr. Frank Iero, who may I ask is calling?” Ray answered. “Can you tell Mr. Frank Iero that Brittany is calling him, and she wants to speak with him immediately?” “Frank Iero? You know Frank Iero?” “More than know him. He’s my boyfriend.” “My secretary said that I had an important call?” “Yes, you do.” “What’s up?” “Nothing much, calling to see if you were awake, and I can see that you are.” “How’s everything going?” “Well, my mother’s here, and the police have yet to show up to question me.” “Your mother?” “Yeah, and her children.” “Mind if we crash the party?” “Probably be more exciting if you did.” “We’ll be there soon then.” Aiden was still looking at me. “What?” I asked hostilely. “You know MCR?” “Yeah.” He stared at me in amazement for almost a minute. The doorbell rang. Damn, those boys were fast. “I’ll get it.” I opened the door and there they were, poking and hitting each other. “Brittany and Rachel!” I had no idea Gerard could scream like that. He ran in and threw himself on the couch. Bob and Mikey were having an in depth conversation about cats as they walked in, Ray was on the phone with someone, and Frank was last to walk in. He hugged me and I smiled at him. I looked over at Aiden and he was just in shock. My mother walked in the room just then. “Who are all these people?!” “My friends and my boyfriend.” She looked pretty pissed off. Farrah was running around. I think they feed her pure sugar. “Well, why don’t you introduce them to me?” “Fine. This is my boyfriend, Frank, and these are our friends, Gerard, Ray, Bob, and Mikey.” They all mumbled some type of hello, and my mother started interrogating them. “Do you all go to school with Brittany?” Bob took the liberty of answering that question. “Well, Frank and Mikey do, but we don’t. We met her through them.” “Mhmm…Which one of you is Frank?” “That’d be me.” “Are you being good to my daughter?” “Yes. I‘m not mean to anyone really.” “I see…..You boys look familiar. Have I maybe seen you somewhere?” “Yeah, you have!” Aiden cut into the conversation. “They’re My Chemical Romance!” “Isn’t that that band you made me buy you concert tickets for?” “Yeah!” Aiden was embarrassing me. I think Frank could tell, because he wrapped his arms around my waist. Aiden could not stop talking to them. It was non-stop talking for like probably five minutes straight. “Um, Brittany, why don’t you show us the rest of the house?” “When you say us, do you mean all ten of us, or the three of you?” “The three of us.” “Okay, why not?” “Aiden, Farrah, come with us.” I walked up the stairs, the three of them following me. “This is my room.” “They walked in and looked around. Aiden seemed to be studying the posters on the walls. I sat down on my bed. My mother was poking around, checking every little thing. Farrah was counting her fingers. The girl is like eleven years old and she counts her fingers?! “What’s this?” my mother asked, pointing to an envelope from the school. “My report card.” “May I look?” “Sure.” She opened it carefully and examined the marks. “All A’s….well I can see your father didn’t need too worry about you in school.” “He didn’t worry about me at all. He could care less about me.” “Oh.” I guess they were finished, so I showed them to the rest of the upstairs. “This is my father’s room,” I said in passing, not caring to show it to them. “And that’s the extra bedroom.” We were done. I walked back downstairs and they were all sitting, either on one of the chairs or the floor, and talking. It was weird, because when I got over by everyone, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and it was the police. “Hello, may we come in?” “Yeah, I guess.” They asked me a few questions, like how my father acted regularly, did he seem suicidal, stuff like that. My mother wanted to go visit him, so I was forced to go. I sat in the backseat of her car, next to Aiden. He wouldn’t stop asking me questions about MCR, so I just played my iPod loud so I couldn’t hear him. How is Aiden my half brother? I can’t stand this kid! I followed them to the front desk, where my mother asked where the room is. We took an elevator up to the room, and I was the last person to walk in. I looked at my father laying there. He was conscious, but he was probably so hopped up on drugs he couldn’t speak right. Or maybe the drugs would make him more coherent than he is. “Melodie?” “Yes, it’s me, Warren.” My father acted as if he had never told me he hated my mother more than he hated me. My mother burst into tears, and for some reason, it made me happy. It made me happy to see her grieve after all the years I’ve had to. I know my father saw me there, but he said nothing to me. “These are my kids, Aiden and Farrah.” Aiden stayed where he was, not moving a muscle. Farrah walked over to the bed and started saying all this random stuff. “Why don’t you go over and join in the fun?” “What fun? My sister doesn’t know who he is, or why we’re here. All she knows is that its another person she gets to think she’s the most adorable thing in the world. My, well, our mother hates me. I don’t do what she wants me to. If you act like me then she won’t like you either.” “I just met her. I can’t really judge.” “You’ll see…” Why was Aiden being nice to me? He seemed like he hated me before. Give them blood, blood gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough… “Yeah Rach?” “You almost done there?” “I want to leave…” “We’ll pick you up then.” “Please, take me with you!” Aiden begged in the background. “Can you pick up Aiden too?” “Sure, as long as he doesn’t do what he did before.” “He won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” “See you in a few.” I hung up the phone and looked at Aiden. “Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” “I thought you were a poser at first. I think almost everyone’s a poser til I get to know them.” We walked out of the room without saying anything. Once outside we talked a little bit. “Our mom is a horrible mother to me. She hates me to no end. I really wanna stay out here and hang with you and your friends. I have no friends in Florida.” I felt really bad for him. At first he seemed kinda conceited, but now I understood who he was.
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I stood up and I still couldn’t stop laughing. Do you feel like a man when you push her around, do you feel better now as she falls to the ground, well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. Are you serious? My father’s calling me? I can’t answer it or I will be in sooo much trouble. But if I don’t answer it I’ll be in for it later. “Hello?” “Hello is this Brittany Stevens?” “Yes, this is she. Who is this?” “This is the Belleville Police.” I tried to act even more sober now. “What happened?!” “It seems that your father tried to commit suicide and he is now in critical condition at St. Barnabas Hospital.” Oh…My…God. “What did he do?” “He stabbed himself multiple times.” “Fuck. This can’t be happening.” “I know it’s shocking, and we’re going to need you to get here as soon as you can.” “Uh, I’m at a friend’s house and most of my friends are asleep already.” The house was quiet which worked out to my benefit. “Can you get here tomorrow morning?” “Yeah, sure.” “We’ll see you then.” I hung up the phone. “My dad’s in the hospital…” “Brit, what happened?” “He tried to kill himself…” “Are you serious?” “Yes. I told the cops I couldn’t be home now so I have to go home as soon as I can tomorrow. Where’s Rachel?” I looked over and Rachel was making out with Gerard. “I knew that was going to happen.” I sat down on a couch. “What the hell? I knew I should have stayed home!” Frank came and sat down next to me. “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.” He hugged me and I felt safe, like nothing could or did go wrong. “I think we should get home before Rachel drinks more…” I think Gerard has a thing for Rachel. I really do. “I’ll drive us all home.” “Um, Gerard, I don’t want to go home. I’ll leave, but home is not where I want to go.” “Why?” “I’ll tell you later. I don’t want to talk about it now.” I went to get Rachel and I saw Frank go over to Gerard, most likely to tell him about what had happened. “Rachel, we’re gonna leave now, okay?” “What? Sure, I’ll drive.” “No you won’t. you’re in no shape to drive. Gerard is going to drive us home.” “You know, Gerard is a nice guy. I like him.” “I know Rachel. Now come on, let’s go.” I walked to the car in a solemn manner, while everyone else was talking to each other and laughing at Rachel. We got to Rachel’s house and we all stayed over there. I stayed in her room just in case she needed anything. That night I dreamed that my mother contacted me and I left my father and stayed with her. I woke up early the next morning, one, because I had to get to my house, and two, because Rachel was up. I told Rachel what had happened. “Oh my God. I’ll go with you . You can’t talk me out of it.” We walked downstairs and everyone was passed out all over the living room. Mikey was curled up in a ball on the couch, Gerard was laying on the rest of that couch, Ray was on the loveseat, Bob was in the recliner, and Frank was on the floor. I wrote them a note and we left. The damage you've inflicted temporary wounds, I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me, I'm taking back the life you stole Who’s calling me? I’ve never seen this number before. “Hello?” “Is this Brittany Stevens?” Another one of these phone calls. But this one was different. The woman on the other end sounded uneasy. “Yeah, that’s me. Who’s this?” “Um, you might find this hard to believe, but this is your mother.” After years of waiting for her to come to my rescue, I finally heard from her. “Mom?” “They called me when they found your father. We’re at the hotel and we’ll be there soon.” “We’re?” “My family and I.” “Oh.” I should have known she would have a family. “I’ll see you soon. Bye.” “Bye…” I hung up the phone and just looked at it in shock. “What is it, Brit?” “My mom just called me…” “Your mom? Are you serious?” “Yeah.” “Are you gonna see her?” “Yeah, her family’s coming too.” “Let’s get to your house!” Rachel made me pick up the pace a bit, and I walked into the house and it looked as though nothing had happened. I went up to my room and it was normal. Everything was fine, except for the fact that everything had actually happened. I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window. A woman who was dressed in all pink got out of the driver’s side, a boy about my age got out of the passenger side, and a little girl got out of the back. A father was no where to be found. The boy was a lot like me, donning a From First To Last shirt and a shy look on his face. As soon as he closed the car door he jammed his hands into his pockets. The little girl, who looked about eleven years old, hopped around like she had a sugar high. I went downstairs followed by Rachel. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door. “Brittany, you’ve grown up so much!” She pulled me into a hug that almost broke me in half. “Um, thanks.” “Brittany, I’d like you to meet my son, Aiden, and my daughter, Farrah.” “Hi! I’m Farrah!” “Hey,” “Aiden, speak louder than that, or people won’t be able to hear you.” “Fine. Hi, my name’s Aiden, and I really don’t want to be here right now. Happy?” “Aiden! That wasn’t very nice!” He just blew her off and stuck his earbuds in his ears so he could listen to his music. “I’m sorry about him, he’s so hard to control. Who’s this, your sister?” “No, this is my friend, Rachel.” “Oh.” She pushed her way into the house, her kids in tow. Aiden flopped down on the couch, while Farrah followed her mother. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat down on the couch. Aiden just glared at me, like he hated me. “Aiden, I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. No matter how much you act like you hate it here, you wont get home anytime soon. So deal.” “You’re such a bitch.” “Thanks,” I said, turning my attention towards Rachel. “Do you think they’re awake yet?” “I don’t know, why don’t you call Frank?” I figured while my mother was prodding around the house I’d have nothing else to do. “Hello, this is the office of Mr. Frank Iero, who may I ask is calling?” Ray answered. “Can you tell Mr. Frank Iero that Brittany is calling him, and she wants to speak with him immediately?” “Frank Iero? You know Frank Iero?” “More than know him. He’s my boyfriend.” “My secretary said that I had an important call?” “Yes, you do.” “What’s up?” “Nothing much, calling to see if you were awake, and I can see that you are.” “How’s everything going?” “Well, my mother’s here, and the police have yet to show up to question me.” “Your mother?” “Yeah, and her children.” “Mind if we crash the party?” “Probably be more exciting if you did.” “We’ll be there soon then.” Aiden was still looking at me. “What?” I asked hostilely. “You know MCR?” “Yeah.” He stared at me in amazement for almost a minute. The doorbell rang. Damn, those boys were fast. “I’ll get it.” I opened the door and there they were, poking and hitting each other. “Brittany and Rachel!” I had no idea Gerard could scream like that. He ran in and threw himself on the couch. Bob and Mikey were having an in depth conversation about cats as they walked in, Ray was on the phone with someone, and Frank was last to walk in. He hugged me and I smiled at him. I looked over at Aiden and he was just in shock. My mother walked in the room just then. “Who are all these people?!” “My friends and my boyfriend.” She looked pretty pissed off. Farrah was running around. I think they feed her pure sugar. “Well, why don’t you introduce them to me?” “Fine. This is my boyfriend, Frank, and these are our friends, Gerard, Ray, Bob, and Mikey.” They all mumbled some type of hello, and my mother started interrogating them. “Do you all go to school with Brittany?” Bob took the liberty of answering that question. “Well, Frank and Mikey do, but we don’t. We met her through them.” “Mhmm…Which one of you is Frank?” “That’d be me.” “Are you being good to my daughter?” “Yes. I‘m not mean to anyone really.” “I see…..You boys look familiar. Have I maybe seen you somewhere?” “Yeah, you have!” Aiden cut into the conversation. “They’re My Chemical Romance!” “Isn’t that that band you made me buy you concert tickets for?” “Yeah!” Aiden was embarrassing me. I think Frank could tell, because he wrapped his arms around my waist. Aiden could not stop talking to them. It was non-stop talking for like probably five minutes straight. “Um, Brittany, why don’t you show us the rest of the house?” “When you say us, do you mean all ten of us, or the three of you?” “The three of us.” “Okay, why not?” “Aiden, Farrah, come with us.” I walked up the stairs, the three of them following me. “This is my room.” “They walked in and looked around. Aiden seemed to be studying the posters on the walls. I sat down on my bed. My mother was poking around, checking every little thing. Farrah was counting her fingers. The girl is like eleven years old and she counts her fingers?! “What’s this?” my mother asked, pointing to an envelope from the school. “My report card.” “May I look?” “Sure.” She opened it carefully and examined the marks. “All A’s….well I can see your father didn’t need too worry about you in school.” “He didn’t worry about me at all. He could care less about me.” “Oh.” I guess they were finished, so I showed them to the rest of the upstairs. “This is my father’s room,” I said in passing, not caring to show it to them. “And that’s the extra bedroom.” We were done. I walked back downstairs and they were all sitting, either on one of the chairs or the floor, and talking. It was weird, because when I got over by everyone, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and it was the police. “Hello, may we come in?” “Yeah, I guess.” They asked me a few questions, like how my father acted regularly, did he seem suicidal, stuff like that. My mother wanted to go visit him, so I was forced to go. I sat in the backseat of her car, next to Aiden. He wouldn’t stop asking me questions about MCR, so I just played my iPod loud so I couldn’t hear him. How is Aiden my half brother? I can’t stand this kid! I followed them to the front desk, where my mother asked where the room is. We took an elevator up to the room, and I was the last person to walk in. I looked at my father laying there. He was conscious, but he was probably so hopped up on drugs he couldn’t speak right. Or maybe the drugs would make him more coherent than he is. “Melodie?” “Yes, it’s me, Warren.” My father acted as if he had never told me he hated my mother more than he hated me. My mother burst into tears, and for some reason, it made me happy. It made me happy to see her grieve after all the years I’ve had to. I know my father saw me there, but he said nothing to me. “These are my kids, Aiden and Farrah.” Aiden stayed where he was, not moving a muscle. Farrah walked over to the bed and started saying all this random stuff. “Why don’t you go over and join in the fun?” “What fun? My sister doesn’t know who he is, or why we’re here. All she knows is that its another person she gets to think she’s the most adorable thing in the world. My, well, our mother hates me. I don’t do what she wants me to. If you act like me then she won’t like you either.” “I just met her. I can’t really judge.” “You’ll see…” Why was Aiden being nice to me? He seemed like he hated me before. Give them blood, blood gallons of the stuff, give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough… “Yeah Rach?” “You almost done there?” “I want to leave…” “We’ll pick you up then.” “Please, take me with you!” Aiden begged in the background. “Can you pick up Aiden too?” “Sure, as long as he doesn’t do what he did before.” “He won’t. I’ll make sure of it.” “See you in a few.” I hung up the phone and looked at Aiden. “Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” “I thought you were a poser at first. I think almost everyone’s a poser til I get to know them.” We walked out of the room without saying anything. Once outside we talked a little bit. “Our mom is a horrible mother to me. She hates me to no end. I really wanna stay out here and hang with you and your friends. I have no friends in Florida.” I felt really bad for him. At first he seemed kinda conceited, but now I understood who he was.
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