#emmy only REAl bitch whos treated me!!! i wish she did other things like was a physical doctor too

[cowardlycowboys]

shes so funny

[dramaqueeenamby]

Waves: The Read

A/N: I am a shady bitch, and I regret nothing.  Also, if ya’ll remember, Mercedes is Summer’s publicist/manager. I mentioned that in a few waves, so don’t get confused, friends!

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 2K

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"How many solos has my sister had?"

The room grew quiet, all eyes on the speaker. They’d just finished a number, or rather, Finn and Rachel had just finished a number. The rest of the students served more as props than singers. Ad-libs only constituted so much.

Mr. Schue’s smile dimmed. Slightly. "W—what?"

Alexus shrugged, motioning around the room. "Or any of the kids whose names aren’t Flipper or Rachel?"

"It’s Finn."

"I don’t care," she dismissed, eyes still on the instructor. "I’ve been here a whole week, and not once have I seen someone other than Cher and Sonny score solos."

Mr. Schue scoffed, crossing his arms. "Now, hold on a second, I treat all my students fairly. Any student is allowed to audition for a solo—"

"And how many who have auditioned actually received one, other than your prized pupils?"

Mercedes stood up. "Alexus—"

"No." Alexus lifted her hand and looked over at her sister. "This isn’t right, and you’re too kind and understanding to say anything, so I will."

"You’re out of line, Alexus."

She laughed, looking back at him. "Out of line? I’m not one of your little students, and you’re not going to shut me down like you do them. I’m going to say what I want and need to say, and then I’ll leave, but you’re going to catch this read, first."

"And, cut!"

Summer broke from character and offered Matthew a fake smile before turning away and catching Amber’s gaze. They shared an unspoken exchange, one that caused Amber to laugh after Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer didn’t know why she was so weary about accepting this role. Only 10% of it was acting, the rest was her actually reading the problematic cast members, which was all but a handful. But, to fulfill her petty side and get paid?

It was a double win.

Summer noticed Ryan was speaking with Lea, which ignited another eye roll. She was the guest star, not that Barbara Streisand wannabe. Still, Summer counted her blessings, because she could only take Ryan in small doses. He wasn’t as bad as his prized actress, but it was the fact that he allowed her to treat everyone like shit that made her think less of him.

Perhaps she was spoiled in the sense that every other director she’d had the privilege of working for would never tolerate such behavior. She had to accept that Hollywood was a game, and the rules changed constantly.

"Someone was having fun," Mercedes, Summer’s assistant chimed, coming to walk beside her.

Summer feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mercedes smirked. "Yeah, right. You weren’t acting. You were giving them all a piece of your mind."

Summer retained her smile as they reached her trailer, Summer opening the door so Mercedes could enter first. "Are you trying to insinuate that I was using my job to tell these people how I really feel?"

"I surely was."

As soon as the door closed, Summer confessed. "You know me so well."

The two laughed. "Girl, you know Lea is probably complaining to Ryan right now."

Summer sucked her teeth. "You know she is." Walking over to the kitchenette area, she turned on the Keruig and opened the drawer to select a pod. Her hand ghosted between the caramel and the dark magic, before she settled for caramel. "That black bitch—"

Mercedes snickered. "You sound just like her."

Summer frowned as she insert the pod and selected 8oz. "God, you’re right. I have to have to get out of here."

Smiling, Mercedes swiped down to refresh her emails. "Hey, look at it this way, you keep up this level of performance, and you’re a shoe-in for that Primetime Emmy.

The idea of adding another award to her resume was more than enough to keep Summer focused and dedicated. As a dark skinned black woman, she had to work ten times harder just to remain 20 steps behind. Anything she could do to push herself, she cherished.

Summer added creamer and sugar to her coffee, blowing before taking a sip. "After this, I need a quick break."

Mercedes hummed. "Umm, about that—"

"No."

"Summer—"

"No, Cedes, I’ve been working back to back since I scored 4AM, I think I’ve earned a little vacation time."

"I don’t disagree." Mercedes raised her hands in surrender.

"Thank you," Summer nodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

"But—"

"Here you go."

"I’m just saying, I’m hearing rumors about a potential role that’s gonna start casting in a couple of months."

Summer rolled her eyes and brought the mug to her mouth. "And?"

"And." Mercedes also rolled her eyes. "It’d be perfect for you."

"Mmmhmm."

"Summer," Mercedes lowered her voice. "It’s Storm."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Storm?" Mercedes nodded. "You don’t mean—"

"X-Men Storm? I surely do."

Summer gasped and covered her mouth. "Bitch!"

"I know!" Mercedes giggled, shushing her client. "So do you see why I want you to keep your options open?"

Summer downed the remainder of her coffee and washed her mug in the sink all the while still stuck on the information she’d been told. "Do you really think I could be Storm?"

"Summer, please, you won an Oscar for your first Hollywood role. You’re a shoe-in."

"What about Shipp?"

"Shipp can skip her ass off somewhere."

The two women laughed when a knock on the trailer door prompted Summer to walk over, opening and smiling when she saw Amber. "Hey girl, come on in."

"I wish." Amber rolled her eyes. "Lea’s ready to start filming again. I mean, Ryan is ready to start filming again."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." Summer checked the watch on her wrist. "It hasn’t even been twenty minutes."

Amber sighed. "You know the saying. She says jump. We say—"

"Trip, bitch."

Amber laughed, as Summer looked back at Mercedes, pointing a finger. "This conversation isn’t over."

Mercedes winked at Summer, the two actresses sauntering back onto set.

Summer wondered if Lea had been listening outside her trailer, because it seemed as if Ms. Michele was purposely antagonizing Summer. Any scenes they had together, Lea would abruptly call cut and give Summer "pointers," all the while Ryan sat in his chair and said nothing.

Summer, forever the professional, managed to keep her composure, but there was only so much she could take.

Finally, when it came time for Summer to film her final scene, she saw an opportunity.

"Alright, and action!"

"I just want you to know that despite your distasteful behavior toward me, I hold no animosity and hope that one day you can release your unwarranted rage, and we can be cordial once I’m on Broadway."

Alexus turned to Rachel and tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don’t like you. Never have, never will."

Rachel’s smile faltered. "Well, I-I’m sorry you feel that way, but--."

"Let me explain something to you, Berry. This is Lima, Ohio. The biggest thing we have going for us here is Breadstix, a restaurant chain that’s been on it’s last leg since that lawsuit filed by the kid who got two breadsticks stuck up her nostrils."

"I’m much better now."

Alexus ignored Britany and continued. "So, I’ll give you this, this small town notoriety and fame, because I know and you know, that once you actually make it out into the real world, reality is going to slap you so hard, you won’t need to have a nose job."

"Alexus—"

"Your stardom is limited to this pathetic town and its almost entirely pathetic population. And don’t get me wrong, you’re very good at manipulating and controlling individuals, because you can. For now. But, let’s be real, your voice isn’t anything I haven’t heard coming from street singers in NYC. Face it, you don’t have the talent nor the looks to make it into this big star you think you’re going to be. NYADA?" Alexus laughed. "Maybe you’ll make it, I doubt it, and even if you do, once you realize how utterly mediocre your narcissistic ass truly is compared to real talent, you’ll come crying back to Lima and spend the rest of your life working nights at Breadstix while watching reruns of Funny Girl on a goodwill VHS player." A beat. "Now, how’s that for raining on your parade?"

"And, cut!"

——

PRESENT TIME

"Christopher, stop!" Summer laughed as Chris came from behind and lifted her up against his solid frame. "I’m trying to do my makeup."

"You don’t need it," he murmured into her neck. "It’s going to end up all over the pillows anyw—"

"Sir!"

"Autumn."

"Would you please leave me alone?" Summer managed to wiggle herself free from her husband, flipping him off when he slapped her ass. "I am a human being."

"Allegedly."

"Alleged—lemme stop before I end up going to jail." She leaned over and examined her skin, feeling for the tackiness to see if her primer had settled. "This is why I can never do my makeup right. If it’s not him, it’s the twins."

We wanna see the babies!

I don’t get it. Why is she always so mean to him???

^^^^You must be new around here…

What makeup do you use?

Summer caught the last comment and grabbed her foundation and concealer, flashing them on the camera. "You know I have to support my girl, Ri. It’s Fenty Beauty all day everyday over here, ya’ll."

More comments came rolling in, Summer partially paying attention while she tried to do her makeup. Chris was taking her out on a date, the first they’d been on since the birth of the twins.

Summer was actually excited. She was in much need of alone time with her husband.

She grabbed the Snap shadow and blending brush when she noticed majority of the comments kept mentioning Lea Michele.

She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste. "Why are ya’ll asking me about that girl? Did something happen?" Different stories were coming in prompting Summer to do her own research. "Baby, can I see your phone?"

Without hesitation, Christopher jogged into the bathroom, grabbing onto Summer’s hips while she typed Lea’s name into google.

Five minutes into reading, Summer slammed his phone onto the counter.

"Finally!"

"You’re paying for that," Chris muttered, grabbing his phone, thankful that it wasn’t cracked.

"Sorry, baby." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before looking into her phone. "Ya’ll, okay, most of you should remember I played Mercedes sister, Alexus, on Glee, right?" A wave of "yes" rolled in. "So, I’ve worked with the bitch, and I am not exaggerating when I say bitch. That heifer is literally the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of working with."

Summer pushed Christopher out the bathroom, in case her adding onto the Lea Michele drag train somehow ended up bad. "Now, I’d heard she was a nightmare, but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

"But, literally the first time I walked onto set and introduced myself to her, she looked me up and down, turned up her nose, and walked away." Summer clapped and covered her mouth. "It took everything in me not to call her ass out, but it was my first day, and I didn’t want to cause a scene."

"Obviously, I was a recurring star on the show so I would make appearances throughout the series, and each time I was there, she treated me, and everyone around her, like trash."

"Okay, but here’s the real tea, you know that read Alexus gave Rachel in season 3? That wasn’t in the script." Summer laughed at the comments. Her fans were freaking out. "My line ended when I told her I didn’t like her or something, but it was my last day of filming, and I’d literally had enough of her."

Even more comments came rolling in of laughing, frog, and tea emojis. Summer sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip. "Ya’ll, her white ass thought she was gone’ be a thirty something Maria from West Side Story on broadway." A beat. "Somebody had to let her know!"

[ofmythsandmadness]

MY THOUGHTS ON TUA SEASON TWO: PART TWO (spoilers)

So...I finished season two.

I’m putting ALL my thoughts under the tab so please, don’t click unless you’ve seen it all, and/or you just....like don’t care about spoilers? But please if you’ve not watched it, watch it first ‘cause it deserves all the hype and attention.

You can read part one to this here.

FIVE HARGREEVES…

I deadass thought he was gonna die.

I thought throughout the entire show that he was going to die, and ESPECIALLY at the end, I thought that was it. I guess I’m glad though that he didn’t die of course. But I was convinced, and glad he didn’t and that there was no shock-value death of a major character. 

(though like maybe one of them should have gotten hit by a bullet in one of those final scenes?? I mean….there were bullets EVERYWHERE. By SO many guns. How did they miss every time????)

Aiden Gallagher did a terrific job with the character. I don’t agree with the things he personally has done but I am convinced on his acting abilities, I mean JEEZ. He sold the act and alongside Diego/David Casteneda, was really one of the best actors on the show. I am thoroughly impressed. I didn’t really like him much in Season One, but he’s sold the role to me now and I’m very impressed.

That being said... I kinda hated Five. That’s it. I liked him in general but some parts, I was so pissed off and just didn’t like. He was an asshole and I know he IS an asshole but it was beyond just being a grumpy old pisspot. And I don’t know really how to feel, because I know being 45 years alone and lost and then becoming the world’s best assassin or whatever will fuck your head up, so it makes sense. I just think there were points where he lost most of his humanity, and then he’d flip-flop back to a more caring being. I sort of just wished there was a clear definition to all of his thoughts and emotions on it all.

But at the same time his character makes sense so I don’t know how to feel??? Maybe I’m just pissed on how he treated Diego and shit. But I’m very very glad he’s not dead!! 

ALLISON HARGREEVES…

Okay, I thought she was REALLY dead in that scene. You know the one I’m talking about.

Holy shit.

I was so scared. And also it was so sudden (and a little cool admittedly how Lila just threw it back at her like that - HOW DO I WORD thAT NON-SEXUALLY) and I was so fucking worried they’d kill her off, because I find sometimes her character comes off a little disposable. Not because I want her gone, more that the show finds her an afterthought and pushes her with someone or ‘silences’ her.

But overall I loved her storyline. I didn’t know if I’d like her just being married, it felt again like an afterthought and she was being pushed to be with someone, but the civil rights movement plot was really well done, in my eyes. I loved too the agony of having such impressive powers, but scared of the effects of doing so and also not wanting to be the person she was before. I felt for her and I was so impressed with her separating herself from her past, trying to push away from being the one who had it all and trying to be her own self. I think that this season did that really well, with all the characters and finding themselves, and I just...I want her to be happy, and successful and I want to see her find a way to use her powers without causing pain to herself or others.

And not be with Luther. Please, anyone who can do a thing about it reading this, do not make her and Luther a thing.

(also - emmy raver lampman is in general so goddamn talented and beautiful and i wish her the best. i just heard her rendition of satisfied and me oh my, that gal deserves so much more love, i hope this show catapults her career even more forward)

VANYA HARGREEVES…

Literally invented cottagecore.

Also, I love her.

I was so impressed with the way they handled her queer storyline. I was so worried about it, admittedly because television shows have a history of handing out stereotypical plotlines and not caring about the depth of them but dear FUCKING heavens, I loved this one. I cried like a baby, and yet I was left almost happy, at the end? Not happy, because they’re apart and Sissy’s stuck in a world that she can’t be herself in, but there was a beautiful bittersweetness that I adored about it. And it was realistic, and they didn’t just follow a trope and leave it there to wither up and die.

Vanya was adorable in this season and while I normally hate the amnesiac storyline, I think it’s an easy way out, I liked it here! Because yeah it was I guess an ‘easy way out’, but it worked and it made Vanya be able to be here and actually start over. I didn’t want to see her so burdened with who she had been and who she was forced to be, I wanted to see her smile and dance and love her siblings and she could and I couldn’t be happier. I mean, when she was just saying how she loved her family and her family was amazing...obviously it’s funny cause the family’s so messed up, but she meant it and I just want so much good for her.

I just love how they naturally developed the idea of the Hargreeves genuinely liking each other. This season really brought them together but unlike the first, it wasn’t necessarily because they had to, but because they wanted to. And I think Vanya did that for them. 

Basically...I don’t know how to put it all into words without making this a 70-page thesis essay. But I love her and want the best for her.

(side note - I really also was impressed with Harlan. I was scared that somehow they were going to do something stupid with him, but he was adorable and I loved him. his character made me tear up a little, too. as someone who has close family with severe autism, it’s rare to see a show that doesn’t make an upsetting and non-accurate portrayal out of someone on the spectrum. but he was so precious and smart and good and Sissy loved him and dammit, I would die for that little family)

I’m ALSO curious if Vanya’s gonna visit Sissy ever? I mean I thought she would have at the end but obviously the cliffhanger didn’t leave room for that...idk know though because I think with multiverse theories and whatnot, she wouldn’t even know her but...eh.

KLAUS HARGREEVES…

I don’t actually have much to say on him, which is shocking because in Season One, I could have written a whole book on his character. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t love him! He’s still one of my favourites, and I wish I could just take away his pain because that boy deserves at least a kernel of good in his life. But truly, there’s just not much I know to say about him??

The scene in the restaurant with Dave and his uncle though hurt. What hurt more though was his nonchalant nature about it, because he’s been through that so many times and he almost expected it, which hurt. It’s expected and I knew he couldn’t just waltz up to Dave and confess his love and they’d be dandy, but as a queer person, it was a punch to the heart just watching him go through that.

I just want him to be happy someday, and bond with his siblings because there’s a deep sadness that lurks with Klaus, and maybe it’s from the actor too but there’s a melancholy that I relate to, which I hate because that melancholy is a heavy burden to carry. A worthlessness, and a deep depression that he’s seemed to have fallen into that’s a bitch to climb out of and I’m scared that he won’t be able to. He covers it up in funny gestures and vices but it’s still destroying him. Even the cult - he lacks any real love and he finds it in meaningless places, never remembering their names or anything about them and coming off as an asshole when really, he’s just looking for someone who truly cares about him, who he is on the inside and listens to him without yknow, becoming brainwashed and treating him like a god.

I’m interested to see where the show takes his character.

BEN HARGREEVES…

This show really said fuck my feelings on this one, huh???

EPISODE NINE MADE ME SO NUMB AND SAD AND JUST - FUCK.

I cried so hard when he got to save the day. He finally could do more than just follow Klaus around, and he finally got to be more than their dead brother. For so long, Ben was just an idea, a memory and I can only imagine the pain of having to deal with that. They touch on it in the show but it’s so much deeper than just being alone with only Klaus to talk to - I mean Ben was literally nothing, to any of the others, aside from being their dead brother. And when he finally got to save them, and save Vanya and fucking HUG HER AS HE PASSES ON TO THE AFTERLIFE….when I tell you I sobbed....

And his hug with Diego, how HAPPY they both were….the way that they both just….:’((

And that scene with young Klaus and Ben....Netflix when I said I wanted more Ben content I don’t know if I meant THIS.

At the same time...it was beautiful and bittersweet because he was happy, almost, moving on to his next life. He was able to do what he needed to and move on and that was beautiful. And, he got to say goodbye to at least some of his siblings, and so I can’t truly be sad about his passing. Even though it made me sob like a newborn babe.

But also...what the fuck was that ending?

And by that I mean, who the fuck signed off on that stupid lil’ haircut??? HUH???? WHY DID HE LOOK LIKE HE WAS WEARING FUCKING FAKE BANG-CLIPONS AOIHWGOIHWOIWHOIGWH

IN CONCLUSION. Fuck Reginald Hargreeves and also just FUCK.

In conclusion, I really loved this season. It ended happier than I expected and that makes me happy, so much more happy then I thought I would have been. TUA has been one of my favourite shows, and I’ve over the past while waiting for S2, developed several strong loves for these characters. More than I’ve ever cared about others. And for the most part, they were given the justice I hoped they would be.

Overall, I am happy. And I hope we get season three, almost entirely just so I can figure out if Ben Hargreeves is wearing fake-bang clip ons or not. And also...like for everything else.

Also, what the fuck is a Sparrow Academy? Whomst??? And where’s miss Lila?? And are they technically related and if so HUH?? And also...no rights to Mr Reginald.

This is such a messy summary, lmao.

But let me know what you think! I’m going to rewatch it soon, probably tonight and I’m so excited to fall even more in love with it. (and them)

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter Summary -  Tom finally speaks with Danielle properly for the first time in months, but it does not end how he expected when she verbally castrates him.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously. 

Mac Tíre is pronounced Mac tier, it is the Irish for wolf and means son of the earth.

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“Mum.” He called after her, but the older woman did not respond. It was then he noticed Mac Tíre, Elle’s German Sheppard cross dog looking at him from across the garden. “Hey, Mac.” He smiled. It was actually him who had got her the dog, it was a scraggly stray pup that had shown up at a set he was working on that was in bad shape, and since Elle’s dad had been a veterinarian, he thought she could help it. Mac was a bit weedy looking still, not as well built as other German Sheppard’s, but he had a good sheen to his coat and was as fit as a fiddle, joining Elle when she went jogging or cycling in the woods nearby.

Mac eyed him for a moment; usually the dog would make straight for him when he acknowledged the canine, seemingly remembering who had helped save him, but as though knowing what the women had been talking about, Mac rose to his feet and trotted to the house, scratching once at the door before it was opened to let him in.

“Even the bloody dog hates me,” Tom mumbled walking to the door, knowing it was better to deal with everything now. “Mum.” He looked into Elle’s kitchen. He could hear the shower on upstairs. “Mum, I’m sorry.” Diana gave an ‘hmm’ in response. “I’m jetlagged and hungry, and to be honest, jealous, that you have spent the day here and not with me.”

“And I am hurt that you thought going to the beach and making a holy show of yourself rather than spending time with your family was a better use of your time Thomas. I am tired of having people ask me are you having some sort of early midlife crisis to say you are going to teenager concerts looking like a chaperone rather than a partner of someone there, and I am embarrassed at how you have treated someone this family holds dear in the manner you have of late.”

“Wait, what, who?”

“Who do you think?”

“Mum, I don’t…”

“What is the real reason you did not have Danielle collect you today, as she has done for four and a half years, and why have you not spoken to her once since Christmas, not once. What did she do to deserve that?”

“Wait, I have…”

“When? Today perhaps.” Tom did not respond, he had not realised it was true. He used tag funny pictures to Elle on his private Facebook, or send her some training tips he got from some trainer if he thought they were beneficial to her, but of late, he had not even looked at her page, he had no idea what was going on in her life. “I really do not know what to say to you Thomas, is all of this worth it, to gain fame and perhaps notoriety, is it worth it when you cost yourself people who care about you as a person?”

“I have to take the next step, get as big as I can.”

“Well, when Hollywood bores of you, I hope those who care about you that are not family are still there my boy because there will be someone new, someone fresh; we all age, and there are always people ready to take our place. Elle cares for you; she is willing to put herself out selflessly for you. She brought food to your home so that you could come home from a shoot, or a long flight and have something ready that is good and filling, she got everything you wanted from London so you could rest tomorrow, and she did not care if you even knew about it being her that did it, after eight months of no contact, she still did it.” Diana’s anger seemed to have dissipated, but in its wake, was a sadness and cold truth that terrified Tom, eating at the insecurities he had that he had not voiced himself. Diana placed the containers of food she had organised for Elle on the counter and walked out of the house, leaving Tom to stew on her words.

When Elle came downstairs, she was tying her hair back so that she could be ready for work. She paused when she saw Tom in her kitchen looking at her, looking then to the containers and back to him.

“Mum sorted them.” He pointed to the food.

Elle gave a forced smile and nodded slightly before noticing the dog. “Mac Tíre, get your hairy ass outside now, you know you can’t stay in when I’m working.” She scolded. Mac did not move. She opened the back door. “Out.” Mac rose to his feet and eyed her for a moment, then Tom, then back at her. “It’s only Tom, come on, out you go.” Mac gave the actor one last apprehensive look and trotted out the door. “Diana will feed you at eight.” She stated, closing the door. There was a moment of her and Tom looking at one another after she locked it.

“You know he can’t understand you right?”

“He seems to get the hint, which is more than can be said for many humans.” She responded.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I have clearly offended you in some manner.” Elle cocked her brow and pursed her lips. “I am sorry I have not spoken to you in a long time or bothered to contact you and check on you, but in my defence, you weren’t exactly running to contact me either.”

Danielle started counting on fingers. “Your birthday, I sent you a ridiculous picture and a big not with it, Patrick’s day I sent a funny picture, April Fools, I sent a funny joke, St George’s Day I sent a mocking text, the day of the Presidential dinner, the MET Gala, the Emmy nomination, all top of my head examples, need I continue?”

“I didn’t get half of them.”

“I bet you didn’t, and by half, I bet you mean everything since the day before the MET, right?”

“You don’t get to say anything, you don’t even know her.”

“You’re right, I don’t, because when she was here, I was not worthy of introductions, was I?”

“You could have come over.”

“I could, but the glut of paps and the security got in the way, I was told I was not allowed, that it was private property, in fact, my favourite part was when they called the police, but thankfully it was Joanne and Mike that got called out, who know I actually live next door.”

“You never said…”

“But I did, but you clearly you didn’t get the message, I wonder why. Tell me, does she scan all your texts, or is it just me she blocked.”

“What, that ridiculous.”

Danielle took out her phone and brought up his number before pressing the call button.

“We’re sorry, but you are not able to be connected to this number, please hang up and try again.” The monotone recording played.

“So can I ask, is it just me out of your female friends that you have not heard from of late?”

“She hasn’t been alone with my…”

“Have you gone to the bathroom, the shower, the gym, even left your computer on?” She challenged, Tom bit his lips together. “I guess you know the answer to that too. Have a nice day Tom; I am off to actually do something other than open your eyes for you. Get some rest for yourself before you go back to the circus.”

“Circus?”

“GQ, Esquire, Time Magazine, Forbes, they are where you want to get a front page, they are prestigious, but you, you have been plastered on the front of the National Enquirer Tom, as the bit on the side to the arm candy, that’s hardly a prestigious publication.”

“You always mock tabloids and magazines, and here you are reading them.”

“They are in front of me, plastering every shelf when I enter Tesco’s and Sainsbury’s Tom, I don’t need to read them, I can see headline after headline, picture after mortifying picture; speaking of which, please tell me that Fourth of July t-shirt was you taking the piss out of yourself, or a dare, or a bet you lost, please tell me you did not do that willingly of sound mind.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Jesus, it wasn’t. That is so embarrassing, I am actually so mortified on your behalf, before I was cringing, but that, that actually made my insides hurt, I didn’t know should I laugh or cry for you, and to be honest, thinking back, I still don’t.”

“It’s not your place…”

“But you made it my place, me and every last person you whored yourself on the cover of those publications to. Those weren’t pictures taken without consent Tom; they are proper staged photo’s; that is the notable thing here.”

“Whored?”

“Well, that may be a bit harsh, whores tend to realise they are getting fucked and get paid for their work, I hope she gives you a hefty allowance of her earnings.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He snarled viciously.

“Don’t you think it is weird, you used get spotted by fans wherever you went, but it was always fairly anonymous, here, LA, New York, everywhere you went; but now, everywhere you go, everywhere you are, there are paps, and a tonne of them.”

“That’s the business, you wouldn’t understand.”

“But they were not at your mothers before, they were not hounding your sisters, your niece, that one gets me the worst, she is five years old Tom, she is not famous, she does not want that, but then again, I doubt you or ‘fame hungry Barbie’ checked with that.”

“Sarah did not say anything.”

“Like she had a fucking choice, you didn’t warn her in advance, did you?” She challenged, her voice raised.

“You’re just fucking jealous, that’s all that’s wrong with you, jealous that for once, you were not the centre of my family’s life.” He bellowed back.

Danielle had a few different laughs, her snigger when she knew she shouldn’t, her snide one, for when she and Emma would bitch whatever co-star Emma had that was only on a production for reasons other than her acting ability, her one for when she wanted to laugh more, but she was embarrassed to do so in front of those she didn’t really know, and the one she had when she found something so hilarious, propriety be damned, she would erupt into laughter. Tom’s statement was met with the last one. Danielle erupted in laughter so strong; she went red in the face. “That…jealous…” She took a deep breath before standing straight again. “I do not envy you, Thomas, I pity you, so fucking much it actually is beyond words. I mean, what do you two even talk about, does she know anything about Yeats, Shakespeare, Wilde, hell even Tolkien? She will get her next album material or her next piece of boy meat, and you will be a pariah, to both decent women and good productions, and if you don’t believe me, look at her previous conquests, the guy from One Direction, where is he now, trying to get an album together apparently, Gyllenhaal, he practically has to freeze his ass off for a role and his depiction was seen as mediocre, and that guy from Twilight, is he even making movies now? And as for her bickering, let me just say this Tom, I’ve read that West and Kardashian are not supposed to be the greatest people alive, or Perry, or Bieber, or whoever else she is pissed off with this week to sell music, but no one who is nice has that many people arguing with them. She is accomplished, no one can take that from her, but you are going to be left in her wake, another ‘boyfriend of Taylor Swift’ and not your own man, and you will have that tattooed on your resume for as long as you act, are you really okay with that? Become the Tom I know, would not have been.”

“You mean the Tom you knew.” Tom glared at her, hating her for voicing what Benedict, Chris and Luke had clearly been hinting when they were introduced to Taylor.

Danielle let his words linger for a moment, kissing her lips and nodding. “You’re right.” She conceded. “I don’t know this shitbag in front of me, and to be honest, I don’t fucking want to.” She shrugged. “Get out of my house, and when this shit fest hits the fan, if the real Tom Hiddleston is in there, let him know I will probably still be here, and I will accept his apology, but not yours, you are nothing more than some ‘Taylor-trash’.” She turned and left, not waiting for him to say anymore.

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Chapter 3- Deja Vu (Part 1)

Jeremiah

I was walking in the house after a long day at work, when I noticed my study light was on. My children knew better to go in there, and I knew Liv wasn’t home yet, so it wasn’t her.

I slowly walked to the door and opened it to find Aiden rummaging through me desk.

“Aiden, what they hell are you doing?” My voice boomed making him jump

He grabbed his chest, “You scared me.”

“You didn’t answer my question. You know not to be in my office,”

“I, um, was looking for matches?” He questioned, while rubbing his neck. Instant tell he was lying.

“You wanna lie again, and get your ass beat. Or tell me the truth.” I folded my arms and leaned up against the door frame.

He sighed, “Dad, I just-“

“Aiden. I’m not going to ask you again, tell me before I put you through that damn wall.”

“I was looking to see if you had any information about my mom. Not Olivia. Like my real mom.” He sighed,   

The way he said it, I knew he was afraid to talk to me about it. His mother was a subject I refuse to talk about.  

“Liv is your real mother.”

“Dad, c’mon. I turn 20 next week. Sage, Marie and Maurice know their mother. I love Liv but I want to know my real mom.” He begged.

“Is Olivia not enough for you?”

I wanted to know, because She’s been a damn good wife and mother and my son sounds extremely ungrateful.

“Dad. Thats not even it!” He whined.

“As far as I’m concerned, Olivia is your mother. You won’t find a damn thing about that bitch in my office. Now put everything back where you found it. End of discussion.” He knew I was serious, by the look on my face and by the tone of my voice.  

That bitch was not a topic of discussion. I turned to leave to go upstairs when he said:

“Avery. Sage told me her first name was Avery and that my middle name is her last name. Avery Jordan. I have a name Dad.”

I turned to look at him, but before I knew it, I was in his face. Ready to fight him, he saw the look in my eyes and was scared for his life.

“Jeremiah! Stop!” Olivia said, she must’ve gotten home, in the short time I was talking to Aiden. She came in between us, and put her hand on my chest to make me back out of his face, but I wasn’t backing down.

“You want to know more about the bitch who let you get break your arm and leg when you were 6? Because she was so fucking high off her ass in the house with her damn coke-head boyfriend? Or the bitch who burned you, and had you in the hospital for a week, when you were a baby?”

“Jeremiah!” Liv yelled.

“NO Liv, he wants to know about the bitch that got up in FUCKIN COURT, AND TOLD THE DAMN JUDGE SHE WISH SHE ABORTED YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS BECAUSE SHE HATED ME. HUH? YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT BITCH! Who never wanted you! NEVER CARED FOR YOU! The bitch who got her rights taken away because you were in the FUCKIN CAR THE DAY SHE CRASHED IT BECAUSE SHE WAS HIGH OFF OF CRACK!”

“I gave that bitch chance, after chance, after chance to do right by you and she never did, I thought she’d AT LEAST have to DECENCY to care for you because you were her son! You wanting to look for her, isn’t going to do you well! Olivia is the best thing that ever happened to you! STOP BEING SO FUCKIN UNGRATEFUL!”

By the time I stopped yelling, Aiden had tears rolling down his face, and he pushed past me and Olivia to walk out the room.  

“AIDEN COME BACK!” Olivia yelled, chasing after him

We heard the garage door slam and his car speed off so fast, you could smell the burnt rubber in the house.

“Why the hell would you do that?” Liv came back crossing her arms and was angry, I knew she was but I didn’t care.

“He needed to know.”

“No he didn’t. Not every single wrong doing detail she made apart of his life He just wants to know her, J! Even if she is a crazy ass coke-head drunk.” She instantly scolded me.

“He has you! What does he need her for!!” I yelled, this whole situation was getting me hot.

“You don’t know what it’s like to not have a parent. My daddy was killed and my step father was a phenomenal substitution, but it didn’t stop me from wanting my father and wanting to know him. You have to compromise J.”

I sighed, knowing she was right, I did just hurt my son for no reason. But I was honestly and truly concerned for his safety. I haven’t talked or heard from Avery in over maybe 12 years. She could do even more damage than she did before.

“She’s going to hurt him again, if he finds her Liv, and I will kill her if she hurts my son again.”

“He’s a grown ass man now J. We’ve given him the tools to recognize bullshit and the tools to stand up for himself. You never know, she may do right by him this time…. but if she hurts him, it might be the last time she’s ever around him, but that has to be his decision. Don’t push Aye away, because you despise his birth giver.”

“You do too.” I smirked

“Yeah…. but he has to hear about her from you, not me.” She shrugged.

Kaliea

Seven.

That’s the number of days that I have to spend the night over my dad’s house

Three.

The amount of little sister’s I have…. triplets. Evie, Errie and Emmie.

Four.

How many days until I am back with my mom again and having peace.

I tend not to tell my mom everything that goes on on my dad’s house, because I know that as soon as I do…. she’d kill my father and his wife.

Eva…. its not pronounced E-va….. it’s prounounced EH-va. So Eva, was nice when I was younger, she treated me like I was her own daughter and everything was great.  

Until the triplets came, and she thinks that they’re above me in every single way, shape or form and my dad does nothing about it

I’m 16 years old… and these bratz are 10.

They treat me like the ugly stepchild and you know what? Bitch I’m not fuckin Cinderella. But I love my Dad, i just hate the rest of his family.

“ZOOOOEY!!!!!” Emmie yelled, running into my room

“Yes, Emmie?”

I was already annoyed by her tone.

“So, I broke an expensive vase that MY mommy bought….. I think you should replace it.”

Do you see what I mean?

“And why should I do that?”

“Because I told my mommy you broke it.” She smiled mischievously

Before I could even say anything, Eva was calling me.

I went downstairs, and there it was a vase, by her feet.

“Emmie said you broke my $5,000 vase.” She said with anger behind her voice

“Eva, I’ve been in my room this entire day. I didn’t even know that was down here.”

“You and your mother are going to replace my vase.”

I laughed, but when she didn’t I knew she was serious,

“Eva, you are seriously going to make me pay for a vase, I didn’t break or even knew existed, because your 10 year old, who broke it by the way… said I did it?” I asked, I was in serious disbelief.

She pursed her lips together before she spoke, “My daughter, none of them, would lie to me, or break things. I raised them way better than that, now for you I can’t say the same.”

“You know what, It’s time for me to go home.”

It’s sad that I can’t even get to spend enough time with my father because of his wife and other children, but it’s worse because I know as soon as I leave, he’ll try to get me to come back, and that’s a whole mess in itself because my father lived 3 states away and I see him like twice a year.

Being that I didn’t have a way, to the airport, I had uber from the house, because Eva was not giving me a damn ride.

I refuse to give her any damn money for something I didn’t do. Hell Mom couldn’t afford it anyways. I wasn’t about to put that burden on her.  

You know, we live comfortably. My dad pays for my schooling and majority of my expenses, and mom works tirelessly all the time and we live in a condo together. Apparently, when I was younger, my father agreed to pay for everything and take care of us. Once his wife became pregnant, he took back his promise. I want my mom to be happy and I know she isn’t. I low-key just want her to go out and date, she hasn’t been on one since before I was born. But that’s another conversation for another day.

~~~~~~

Finally arriving back home, I was tired, getting an easier flight drained my savings and I just wanted my bed. I walked in the front door, to damn near half my family in my living room.

“Lizzie!! Lea just walked through the door!” My Aunt Rose called out

My mom came out of the kitchen on the phone and looked relieved to see me, but relief turned to anger, in like two seconds.

“Alright, she’s here Jaxon, I’ll have her call you tomorrow.” She spoke into the phone.

As soon as she was off, she glared at me.

“If I say, the reason I left was because I miss you would that get me out of trouble?” I mumbled

“No, what the hell were you thinking Zoey!” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting an explanation.

I honestly didn’t want to tell her the truth, and I know that if I lied, it was gonna piss her off.

“I just didn’t wanna be around the triplets, I wanted to come and be an only child again.” I smiled cutely.

“They can’t be that bad for you to leave your father’s house and get on a plane to come back home Zoey.” My mom said a little frustrated.

She had no idea how horrible they were. I just shrugged “I also missed you mom. I didn’t like you being here by yourself.”

She sighed. “Zo we talked about this.”

“I know but I’m here, and I missed you, and I’m tired.” I said kissed her cheek and hugging her and she immediately caved.

“Fine. I’m glad you’re safe.” She said.

I nodded and said goodnight to all of my family and went to my room and slept for the first time since getting to my fathers. I was at peace.

 Mason

So after dealing with the whole situation that was Treasure vs all of my sisters and then Dominique finding out she was pregnant. It’s been a very tense house for the past 2 weeks, if I do say so.  Dad isn’t  talking to Dominique, Dad isn’t talking to Mom, Angel isn’t talking to Dominique,Mom or Dad. And I’m the go-to for everyone and their problems. Exhausting.

Sitting on the stool in front of the island, eating my cereal and scrolling on Instagram, my lovely sister interrupts my alone time, by face timing me .

“What do you want Gigi?” I said pretending to be annoyed.

“Oh, I guess you don’t want them new gucci’s I got you huh?” She said pushing her new pink hair out of her face.

“I do, but you look like pepto.” I chuckled

“Nigga, shut the hell up, I like my hair and you know Tay just did it for me.” She smiled.

Tay was one of her best friends, who they own a salon together and barbershop. I get my haircut over there.

“Yeah, Yeah. What you want?” I said getting back to the point.

“Is Mommy or Daddy there? I wanna take some stuff from the house, but I don’t wanna run into them or Andrea.”

“Nope all of them are out. Mom, Domi and Maddie all went out and Dad took the boys to football.”

She smiled, “Great! I’ll be over in 10 mins!” and then hung up the phone.  

I just rolled my eyes and kept scrolling on my phone, but I heard the garage open, and I know for a fact Angel didn’t drive that fast to the house.

“May May!” Maddie squealed, calling me the nickname she gave me when she couldn’t say Mason. I grunted cause she knew I hated that shit

“I’d prefer if you called me Dominic. Hell or even Zacharie, before you call me May may again.”

She just giggled and squeezed my cheeks, “but you’re my may may!”

“Okay then, Adrianna.” I laughed

She smacked her lips. “Fine. Mason.”

“Maddie, are you messing with your brother?” Ma accused.

She smiled sweetly, “I would never mommy. I love May may.” She then kissed my cheek and ran away before I could snatch her up.

Ma laughed and started to put up the groceries. “How’s school Mason?”

Before I could talk, Dominique walked through the door and I damn near bursted out laughing.

“Hey Mason.” Domi said coming to hug me.

“You okay?” I asked hugging her a little longer than usual, she nodded her head in my shoulder, but I know damn well, she was not okay.

“Come talk to me whenever, you know I’m here.” I told her.

She just bit her lip and nodded her head.

“Dominique, please take your bags and Maddie’s bags upstairs please.” Ma spoke in a scolding type of voice.

“Yes maam.” She said and took the bags upstairs.

Once she was out of hear shot, “Are you going to let up on her? You know she’s sorry.” I defended my sister to my mom.

Ma stopped what she was doing and just sighed, looking at me “I know that, but she needs to know that she’s in trouble. I started talking to her because I know its tearing her up that your father isn’t talking to her. I just, wish she would’ve waited to have sex, she wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“And what age did you and dad start having sex?” I accused.

My mom looked like she wanted to slap me. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?” She asked me

I smirked, “We aren’t talking about me mommy. Plus I’m a virgin” I spoke sweetly

She threw a roll of paper towels at me “Yeah, Right. With that crazy bitch Treasure around my house.”

I chuckled.

“Mason!!!! Your favorite sister is here” Angel yelled coming in the house. I’m assuming the front door, because if she came through the garage she would’ve saw mom’s car and would’ve stayed outside.

“Nigga! Maddie upstairs, I’m in the Kitchen” I cackled back to her

“You bitch ass ni-“ She started to say coming through the doorway, but stopped when she saw my mother.

“You want to finish that sentence?” Ma challenged.

Angel just smacked her lips and stayed quiet. Once my mom looked over Angel, she realized why I bursted out laughing earlier.  

“God, why me?” She wailed.

Angel just looked at me, and I could tell she was confused. But then, as if on perfect timing, Dominique walked in with similar pink hair as Angel. They both had the best reactions, it caused me to fall off the stool in laughter.

“Mason, it’s not funny!” Angel screamed hysterically at me, and then punched me. But it only made me laugh harder.

She then pointed at Domi and said “You need to change that immediately.”

“Angel. I-“ Domi started but then Angel cut her eyes at her, which made her shut up.

“ANGELIQUE! I’m tired of this bullshit. You change your hair.” My mom yelled, and for her to cuss, I knew she was pissed off.

“But Momm-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck. I paid $500 for her to get that damn color. Unless you’re paying to get it redone. Shut the fuck up. You have other colorful wigs that you can wear!”

“Ma, It’s the principal!”

“ANGELIQUE” Mom’s voice boomed.

“UGH!” Angel screamed, and then turned around and bumped shoulders into Dominique on purpose and left out the kitchen, she then proceeded to stomp up the stairs to get her things from her room.

“Is my child fucking 16 or 23!” She screamed out of frustration.

I guess she noticed me just sitting there and Dominique, kind of frozen in her place.

“Andrea. I know you don’t want to fight with Angelique, but I need you stand up for yourself. Please!” Mom said

“Ma!” I was pissed she just said that

“Dominic. Shut up.” She snapped, she used both our first names, I knew she was serious, and I did not want that smoke.

“Momma I-“ Domi started, her voice started to crack and I knew she was about to cry.

“I dont want to hear it. I didn’t raise you to let people talk down to you and walk all over you. And you constantly let Angelique do it. Stop it. Stand up for yourself and she will leave you alone. Now, go get ready, we have to go to the jail to see your mother. Your father will be home soon.”

Before I could blink she was out of the kitchen. Leaving me and momma there.

“Don’t say a damn thing Dominic.” She cut her eyes at me.

I just put my hands up in defense and went to stand up.

“No disrespect momma, but calling her Andrea was low and telling her to stand up to Angel wont work.”

“I can’t protect her forever, hell neither can you or your father. She needs to do it for herself and her child. She needs to start now.” Mom spoke

Before I could answer, I was being tackled by the terrible two : Major and Micah

“DAMN! Y’all niggas dirty as fuck!” I was pissed, they covered in mud and shit and wanna tackle me.

“DYLAN AND DORIAN GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN COVERED IN MUD BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR ASS!” Mom screeched.

“Major and Micah get y’all asses up and get in the shower like I told y’all too.” Dad’s voice boomed,

Terrible two knew they were in trouble, and got up running upstairs.

Dad looked at me and chuckled, “You might wanna take a shower too son.” Patting my shoulder.

I brushed him off  walking out the kitchen“Ha ha you’re so funny old man.”

Before I left the doorway, my mom mumbled to dad, “You still not talking to me Dominic?”

Dad answered, “Nope, nothing to say Giselle.”

I rolled my eyes, they’re so overdramatic for no fuckin reason.

Katie

Days like this literally make me happy. No one in this place can take my happiness. When I called Andrea for our weekly phone call, she mentioned stopping by this weekend. It wasn’t even our scheduled week. So I was extremely happy.

I know that my daughter isn’t my biggest fan, but she’s never asked to come when she didn’t have to, and that can only mean good things, right? My mother was also coming for this visit and not even that can ruin my day.

Back when Andrea was born, my mother and Dominic  made the agreement that Andrea would come to visit me, while in jail twice a month, and weekly phone calls, excluding when they take her on vacation or she has school trips. I love my visits with my daughter because I want to get to know her and I want her to love and accept me like I do with her.  To be quite honest, the only reason why she doesn’t have a good relationship with me, is because of Giselle.

I couldn’t even get angry at the thought of Giselle, because it was time for my visit with my family. I, of course was the first person in the private room, it made me happy that the guards took off all of my chains for today’s visit.  

When the door opened, i expected to see Andrea, but Giselle walked through the door first, with Dominic following her.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Where’s Andrea, and why are you here.” I pointed to Giselle.

“Kaitlynn I don’t know what medicine this place, is giving you, but you know damn well not to speak to me, unless spoken too. I’m here because my daughter wants me here. Trust me, I rather not be.” She said, unenthusiastically

Before I could say something else, Dominic and Giselle looked at each other quickly and then he spoke up saying “She’s a little under the weather and  went to the bathroom, and she’ll be right in.” And they both sat down.

I don’t know, why it made me nervous, but it reminded me of the first time, she came to visit me.

I finally get to see my daughter today. I haven’t seen her since I gave birth to her, about a year ago, but Dominic promised he would bring her. My mother sends me pictures and updates but it’s not really the same. My baby was growing up without me and I couldn’t help but to be envious of the people around her.

I haven’t been the best person in jail, when I was pregnant with Andrea, I never did anything. But after she was basically snatched from my hands after giving birth to her, I was angry. I started fighting, and putting people in the Jail’s hospital. I couldn’t take the separation, and what made it worse, was the fact that whenever she was supposed to visit, I was either in Solitary confinement or the jail was locked down. I finally realized that I had to behave to see her, and I get to see her a day after her first birthday.

I made her a cake in the kitchen, that costs me some money off my commissary, so did buying balloons and decorating. I wanted it to be special. I was waiting in the secluded room, when the door opened, and I jumped up excited to see Dominic walk through the door, with a carseat in his hand. I frowned when I saw Giselle follow behind…..

After walking through the door, Dominic paused to look around the room , at my decorations and then looked at Giselle. They both made the same face.

“Um, I made her a cake, you know since it’s her first birthday. I even got a number 1 candle. We can’t light it though. The guards will be upset. I got her a party hat. My commissary ran out so I couldn’t buy her any toys, but I got balloons and a pitcher of water.”

I was talking fast because I was nervous, I know this was a hot mess. I knew they weren’t expecting this, and I knew that they probably threw her the most amazing first birthday party, and I couldn’t compete, especially behind bars.

“It’s nice. It came from the heart,” Giselle spoke, and Dominic kind of gave her a bewildered look and scoffed

I ignored that, and asked, “ Can I see her?”

Dominic sighed, and put the carseat on the table, and he slowly took her out.

She was the most angelic baby, I ever laid my eyes on. She had my big eyes, but they were Dominic’s color. My hair, my nose, my baby was beautiful. I kind of got teary eyed, and reached out to hold her, but Dominic step back a little.

“Dominic.” Giselle whispered.

He sighed and told me to be careful, he handed me her and when I tell you, it felt so good to touch my daughter for the first time in her life. She was amazing and I was in bliss. She was everything I could ever imagine. I was ready to get this party started and enjoy my baby’s birthday. I told them that I was ready to cut the cake and feed it to her but Giselle stopped me.

“What is your cake made out of?” Giselle asked

It was weird that she was talking and Dominic was silent.

“Box cake? Like eggs, Milk, oil?” I said

“She’s allergic to Milk and other Dairy products, right now, The doctor said she’ll grow out of it.”  She informed me

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” I spoke slightly defeated.

Dominic scoffed, “Of course you wouldn’t. You would know, if you weren’t  a murderer in fucking jail.”

He was right, i don’t know anything about the person, I gave birth to. Giselle sighed at Dominic’s pettiness and brushed hair out of her face. That’s when I saw the ring.

“You are getting married?”  

“Yes, we are.” Dominic spoke, nonchalantly.

“When did this happen?” I was in slight disbelief

“Does it fucking matter!” Dominic rose his voice.

“YES IT DOES FUCKING MATTER!” I yelled, I was beyond angry. How dare you flaunt your engagement to the man I love, the father of my child IN MY FUCKIN FACE ON MY DAUGHTER’S FIRST VISIT!

He couldn’t even respond, because my yelling upset Andrea, and she started crying. I tried to soothe her, but it only made it worse. She was screaming her head off, and she started crying ‘MAMA’ and reaching for Giselle.

“WHY IS SHE CALLING YOU MAMA!” I cried out

Giselle tried to reach for her, but I pulled her back and that made the crying worse.

“Give us Dominique, Katie.” Dominic said.

“HER NAME IS ANDREA!!! I’M HER MOTHER! SHE SHOULDN’T CALL HER MAMA! I’M MAMA!!!”

The guards came in because of the commotion, my yelling, Andrea’s crying, Dominic and Giselle’s pleas for Andrea. The Guards forcefully took her out of my hands and gave Andrea to Giselle, while others chained me back up.

Giselle rubbed her back and said “It’s okay. Momma’s got you. We’re going home now.” and walked out with Dominic and Andrea, while I was being chained face to the ground.

I spent another month in solitary confinement after that.

It was the worst day of my life.

I was brought out of my thoughts by my mom and Andrea coming in. Andrea had recent gotten her hair dyed pink, and I knew that my mother was fussing at her about it. I could tell by the look on her face. She continues to ignore my mom and we all sat at the round table and no one spoke.

Dominic, the only man I have ever truly loved, definitely aged well over time. His tattoos still looking as if he got them yesterday. Same physic and even more defined than before. I would be lying if I said I don’t think about his regularly to pleasure myself. Being in jail….. you definitely get lonely.

Anyways, he cleared his throat,  

“The reason why we are all here today is because-“

I cut him off and brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “Your father said you were sick honey. Are you okay?” She slightly jumped at my touch and scooted towards Giselle who was sitting next to her on the other side. Andrea reached over and held her hand.

I wish she was just this affectionate with me.

“She’s fine.” Dominic answered. “Like I was saying, the reason why we are all here, is because Dominique, has something to tell you both.”

I turned to Andrea who had her head down. Whatever she wanted to tell us, she was afraid.

“Andrea, spit it out, I don’t have all day. I need to get back to your grandfather.” My mother spoke.

“Honey, whatever it is. Just tell us.” I said  

Andrea looked to Giselle to which, Giselle nodded her head and Andrea took a breathe.

“Mom, An’Dreanna. I, um, recently just found out that I am 7 weeks pregnant. But that was last week, so now I’m 8 weeks. I am having some morning sickness, and that’s what Daddy meant when he said I was sick.”

We all kind of sat in silence, my mom being the first to speak.

“I did not allow Giselle to adopt my only grandchild, for her to become a teenage mother. Whatever you need for the abortion, I will gladly supply it.” and she was stern with it.

“Ignoring your insult to me, because I have raised Dominique to be an outstanding woman, Dominique has opted to keep the baby, An’Dreanna, she’s not getting an abortion.” Giselle said.

“How, when she’s only had a week to think about it? Yes, she is. No grandchild of mine is having a baby at 16 years old. First, Calliope with her continuous affair, Kaitlynn in jail, The only successful child of mine is my son. I had high hopes for you Andrea, and you disappoint me every single time.”

“AN’DREANNA THAT’S ENOUGH! She wants to keep her baby! Whether you like it or not, we have 7 months to prepare her for a lifetime of motherhood! Either you’re going to help or you’re going to keep your opinions to yourself.” Dominic yelled, which instantly shut my mother up.

“I’m going to be a grandma?” I whispered with tears in my eyes, “I’m so happy!”

“Mom.” Andrea mumbled.

“We need to start planning your baby shower, I’ll save you some money from my job in the library and send it to you and we need to look at baby names!”

“Mom.”

I grabbed her face “Oh Honey I’m so happy for you! I’m not mad at all!!”

“Mom, can you listen?”

“If it’s a boy you can name it after my father and if it’s a girl, maybe name her after me!” I squealed

Once I said that, she instantly got a bewildered look on her face.

“MOM! STOP!” She yelled

“What? I’m excited for my first grandchild!” I laughed, looking around the table at their either blank or disappointing faces. This was a miracle, I know that this will bring us closer because the child will be my actual grandchild, something that Dominic, Giselle, nor my mother could take away from me.

She sighed,  

“That’s the thing mom. My baby will never come to this prison to visit you. I will never bring him or her here, I barely like coming here. You are detrimental to society and even more to my baby. I will never name any of my children after you. How in THE WORLD can you expect to be the perfect grandma behind bars!?  

Every time it’s my birthday you show me this sad ass picture of me and you, days after my birthday. I didn’t even know you. I didn’t even know you were my real mother until I was 3! You DIDN’T RAISE ME” She said getting upset,

Giselle whipped her head to give Andrea, a stank eye. “Andrea Dominique Cartier, I don’t give a damn what Katie did or didn’t do. I for damn sure didn’t raise you to disrespect.”  

Giselle trying to help, only pissed me off even more, She literally is controlling MY child in front of me!!! Andrea slowly backed down, but got upset again when I yelled,

“THAT’S NOT MY FAULT ANDREA!!”  

She stood up and backed away from the table,

“YES IT IS!!!! YOU’RE IN JAIL BECAUSE OF YOU! How can my child call you grandma! WHEN YOU TRIED TO KILL MY FATHER! They will never know of the monster that created me. They will never know the monster that is my birth mother. I thought I’d tell you in person.”

I was speechless, it felt like my whole world was crashing down. I couldn’t breathe. This isn’t Andrea talking, it’s Giselle and I know it!

“I don’t want anything from you An’Dreanna when it comes to the baby, except I want to be let out of coming here twice a month and weekly phone calls.” She mumbled to my mother.

The look on her face, it seemed like she was considering it. These are the only days I look forward to, and they are in the hands of the 3 people I hate the most.

“Mother, please. You know how much those mean to me.” I begged my mom, I needed her to be on my side for once in my entire life.

“I’ll think about it.”  

“Thank you, because this is the last time I’m ever coming here.”

I sucked in a breathe, Andrea got up to leave the room.

“Andrea, please. I’m your mother, don’t do this to me.” I pleaded with her by grabbing her arm, but she snatched away from me  and ignored me.

“Andrea!”

“ANDREA! PLEASE!!!”

As, the room door shut and I couldn’t see her anymore, I started crying.

My sadness then turned to rage.

“YOU BITCH! YOU TURNED MY DAUGHTER AGAINST ME!!!! I WONT EVEN KNOW HER CHILD!” I screamed at Giselle before I tackled her on the ground.

We instantly started fighting, and the guards broke us apart, pushing me to the ground and chaining me up yet again. I was still crying after they hauled me out the room and into my cell. I instantly started sobbing uncontrollably and loudly, to the point other inmates were threatening my life. I didn’t care because I lost my only will of living, and her being pregnant gave me hope of a better relationship, and she quickly took that away from me.

Her first birthday wasn’t the worst day of my life……. Today was.