#there's me writing and then there's me writing about Jacksonville apparently

[elialys]

what if i posted my 'Jacksonville' Gravity chapter today

[masterofd1saster]

CJ current events 2mar23

Nellie notes

→ Georgia grand jury foreperson gone wild: The head juror for the special grand jury looking into Trump’s effort to overturn the 2020 election results has gone rogue.She is Emily Kohrs, 30, a private citizen, a grand jury foreperson tasked with protecting elections, and as of this week a chatty new media darling. 

To MSNBC: “I kind of wanted to subpoena the former president because I got to swear everybody in. And so I thought it’d be really cool to get 60 seconds with President Trump, of me looking at him and being like, ​‘Do you solemnly swear?’ And me getting to swear him in​.”

To CNN: “There may be some names on that list that you wouldn’t expect. But the big name that everyone keeps asking me about—I don’t think you will be shocked.”

Emily’s having fun! (And of course she’s into witchcraft.) Honestly, the grand jury foreperson’s main bias seems to be toward drama and chaos, and in that we salute her. 

Clayton Keirns @CKeirns

“This was a horrible idea and I I guarantee you prosecutors are wincing” Thank you, Emily Kohrs***

As an aside, you know why Trump hasn’t been caught for anything big? The man never writes anything down. Not an email, not a text. The resistance, run by chaos Wiccans like Emily, will simply never catch him. 

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→ I really don’t like this item: Mark Middleton, a one-time advisor to Bill Clinton, who seemed to be involved with handling his Jeffrey Epstein relationship, is dead by apparent suicide. Details came out this week: Middleton was found hanged with an electrical cord—and with a gunshot wound to his chest. When it comes to Epstein-related shadiness and the extended cover-up of that scandal, at this point, I’m willing to believe just about anything. On the other hand, people who have done bad things do generally want to avoid facing their own souls. So I’d say I’m Epstein-related-murder-conspiracy-open but not sold. But let’s give it a week. ***

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→ University DEI admins come up with their perfect replacement: Vanderbilt University’s office of diversity issued a statement consoling students about a recent mass shooting at Michigan State. But apparently they are so very busy that they used AI to write it. 

Let me back up: last week, 43-year-old Anthony Dwayne McRae—who had previously pleaded down a felony charge that would have prevented him from possessing a gun—slaughtered three students, seemingly at random, on Michigan State’s campus.

In response, Vanderbilt’s equity workers released a touching statement about how everyone needs to be kind and inclusive to, I guess, prevent mass shootings by nearby career criminals: “Another important aspect of creating an inclusive environment is to promote a culture of respect and understanding.” And: “[L]et us come together as a community to reaffirm our commitment to caring for one another and promoting a culture of inclusivity on our campus.” And: “Finally, we must recognize that creating a safe and inclusive environment is an ongoing process that requires ongoing effort and commitment.” It’s the same nonsensical but warm sentiment said over and over—inclusive (7 times), community (5 times), safe (3)—and it kinda worked! 

Except at the bottom of the statement was this sentence: Paraphrase from OpenAI’s ChatGPT AI language model, personal communication, February 15, 2023. 

People were upset. The university apologized. And yes, you could ask what exactly these bureaucrats are doing all day. But their laziness might also be their genius: replace all university bureaucrats with ChatGPT. Like the discovery of penicillin, sometimes accidents make genius.

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The grand jury for the U.S. District Court, E.D. N.Y. indicted Carlos Watson and other for fraud, 23-cr-82. Paragraphs 68 & 69 show how dumb people commit fraud on Goldman Sachs.

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Queen of Angels v. Jacksonville, 23 cv 192 (M.D.Fla.) is a civil action just filed by the Alliance Defending Freedom. The city has an ordinance that requires businesses to post on the internet and apply in person affirmative statements of gender ideology. As you might gather, a business named "Queen of Angels" is not as woke as the city requires.

A brief quote from West Virginia State Board of Education v Barnette, 319 U.S. 624, 642 (1943) seems appropos:

If there is any fixed star in our constitutional constellation, it is that no official, high or petty, can prescribe what shall be orthodox in politics, nationalism, religion, or other matters of opinion or force citizens to confess by word or act their faith therein. If there are any circumstances which permit an exception, they do not now occur to us***

Wooley v. Maynard, 430 U.S. 705 (1977) is also pertinent. The Court struck down a law that required the state motto, “Live Free or Die,” on license plates. The plaintiffs objected to the motto on religious grounds, and the Court determined it was impermissible to force them to either subject themselves to criminal penalties for covering up the motto or “use their private property as a ‘mobile billboard’ for the State's ideological message.” Cressman v Thompson, 719 F.3d 1139 (10th Cir. 2013).

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Flamer DA

*** Steve Descano, the Soros-backed Fairfax County Commonwealth’s attorney, is facing pushback from prosecutors on his team over how his policies have hamstrung them in child sex abuse cases. According to emails from those attorneys, the lack of support from “leadership” and Descano’s policies have emboldened defense attorneys to refuse any plea deals for child sex crimes that aren’t misdemeanors.

Defense attorneys are also shopping for specific judges for sex crime cases, knowing that Descano’s policy does not allow prosecutors to appeal “violent/sexual assault bond to the Court of Appeals.” One attorney said that Descano’s office “does not value protecting children who have been raped” and requested to be transferred to another office. Another said that public defenders “have unfettered access to our leadership, but leadership will not meet with us.”

This isn’t the first time that sex crimes have been an issue in Descano’s office. In April 2022, the Washington Free Beacon wrote about the mass departures from his office, leaving inexperienced prosecutors to handle serious crimes. This resulted in a soft plea deal that, according to a Fairfax County judge, led to a victim being molested twice more by a criminal after the first incident.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/fairfax-countys-soros-backed-prosecutor-is-fumbling-child-sex-crime-cases

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"44-year-old Evan Woolard, yelling loudly and challenging the officers"

didn't end well. https://krdo.com/top-stories/2023/02/24/body-cam-footage-of-apartment-shooting-involving-colorado-springs-police-officers-released/

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Finance one sex trafficker, and some people make a big deal out of it

JPMorgan Chase & Co. wants to exclude shareholder resolutions from two conservative watchdog groups that relate to the bank’s closing of the account of a religious-freedom nonprofit founded by former Kansas Gov. Sam Brownback. ***

In May 2022, three weeks after opening the account, JPMorgan Chase closed it. Brownback, along with other conservative organizations, raised the question of whether the move was done for religious or political reasons. JPMorgan has said it had nothing to do with political or religious views and said the decision was made because, under federal laws, it needed more information about donors and recipients than the nonprofit provided.***

Chesser noted the new purported business ties that came to light between JPMorgan and Jeffrey Epstein, the financier who was facing federal sex-offender charges at the time of his death in a prison cell while awaiting trial. 

“It’s a no-brainer comparison to make. Here is this fine, upstanding public servant, Sam Brownback, ambassador for religious freedom … on a whim, you shut down his account, compared to Jeffrey Epstein. … I can’t see a more glaring comparison to make there,” Chesser said.

A federal lawsuit brought by the government of the U.S. Virgin Islands says Epstein used his Chase accounts to pay more than $1 million to his reputed victims. Recently, unredacted portions of the lawsuit, as first reported by LawAndCrime.com, also say  Chase’s global corporate security division as well as the bank’s risk-management division issued warnings about allegations against Epstein. But the bank did not drop the account. *** https://www.dailysignal.com/2023/02/23/jpmorgan-fights-shareholder-resolutions-questioning-closing-religious-freedom-groups-account/

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The media-savvy Keith Moses

He has the backs of four finger on his back, and he's SCREAMING "I can't breathe." Sorry, dirtbag, you're not Eric Garner/George Floyd.

I wonder where he learned to scream he can't breathe?

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per https://www.fox35orlando.com/news/timeline-pine-hills-shooting

TIMELINE: 3 shootings five hours apart

Wednesday, Feb. 22

Around 11 a.m. the 38-year-old woman was shot on Hialeah Street in Pine Hills, and died at the scene, Orange County deputies said. "Our homicide detectives responded to that scene, conducted follow-up, collected evidence, and developed good leads on a suspect, in that case, this morning," said Sheriff John Mina.

Around 4:05 p.m, deputies receive 911 calls reporting two shootings on Hialeah Street and on nearby Harrington Street.

On Hialeah Street, two Spectrum News 13 journalists – reporter Dylan Lyons and photographer Jesse Walden – were shot while in or near their news vehicle, Sheriff Mina said. Both were in the area covering the shooting of the 38-year-old woman that happened earlier Wednesday. Both were taken to the hospital, where one person died, and the other remains in critical condition.

Down the street on Harrington Street, 9-year-old T'yonna Major and her mom were shot inside their home, Sheriff Mina said, and taken to the hospital. The girl died and her mom remains in critical condition, Sheriff Mina said.

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Pretty good speech about corrections officials sexually abusing inmates. https://www.justice.gov/opa/speech/principal-associate-deputy-attorney-general-marshall-miller-delivers-testimony-united

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They'll post bail and pay you $10,000,000 once you wire them $10k so they can access their account in Zurich.

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https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/25/colorado-democrats-assault-weapon-bill-absent-status/ is interesting for the internal, one-party politics.  Colorado dems are struggling just to draft their gun control bill.  They're floundering over what to include before the bill has even seen repub opposition.

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Reasonable people are furious you let your 12 y/o hang out with criminals who steal cars

DENVER (KDVR) — The family of Elias Armstrong is furious the man who killed the 12-year-old boy won’t face criminal charges.

The boy was found shot to death in a stolen vehicle in the 2900 block of West 10th Avenue on the night of Sunday, Feb. 5.

The vehicle owner, using a phone app, had tracked his stolen vehicle from the 8300 block of East Northfield Boulevard to the area of West 12th Avenue and Decatur Street, where he shot Elias Armstrong.

The 12-year-old then drove the vehicle a few blocks away, where he died from at least two gunshots.

“I think that if he would have just let the police approach the car and he sat back and waited till they got there, that my son would be alive right now. Since he took the law in his own hands, my son is dead because of him, and nothing is going to happen to him but a pat on the hand,” said an emotional Thomas Armstrong, the father of Elias.*** https://kdvr.com/news/problem-solvers/family-of-12-year-old-shot-to-death-in-stolen-car-speaks-out-against-car-owner/

Do you really think that if the criminals had fired at the police there would have been less shooting?

Video around 1:30 shows confrontation.

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What America really needs is a Chinese social credit system

The software company Slack informed Chaya Raichik, the founder of Libs of TikTok, this week that it permanetely suspended her from being able to use their services over a violation that the company would not disclose.

Babylon Bee CEO Seth Dillon, who is a top supporter of Libs of TikTok, posted a screenshot of the email that the company sent explaining their decision to not do business with Raichik.

“We are writing to let you know that we have suspended your workspace, lott-chat.slack.com, for violations of our Acceptable Use Policy,” the company said. “As highlighted in Slack’s Acceptable Use Policy, Slack may exercise its right to suspend or terminate your access.”*** https://www.dailywire.com/news/slack-permanently-suspends-libs-of-tiktok-from-using-their-software

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Privileges & complicity

At the start of December, Italian websites published information regarding psychological and sexual abuse allegedly committed in the 1990s by Jesuit Father Marko Ivan Rupnik, a Slovenian priest who is internationally renowned for his mosaics and other artwork.*** https://www.ncregister.com/news/the-father-rupnik-case-a-timeline

One of the more sinful things was absolving a woman of adultery when he was the one with whom she committed adultery.

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If you can't get drugs....

Bryan Kohberger could face a firing squad if convicted of killing four college students in Idaho.

Kohberger, 28, a criminal justice doctoral student, has been charged in the Nov. 13 stabbing deaths of University of Idaho students Kaylee Goncalves, 21, Madison Mogen, 21, Ethan Chapin, 20, and Xana Kernodle, 20.

Prosecutors have not said whether they plan to pursue the death penalty against Kohberger if he is convicted, but it is certainly possible considering the heinous crime.

Enter GOP state lawmaker Rep. Bruce Skaug.

Skaug, chairman of the state House Judiciary, Rules and Administration Committee, last week introduced a bill that would bring back the firing squad as a legal form of execution in Idaho, according to the East Idaho News.

State executions currently involve lethal injection.

Skaug’s bill says state Department of Correction officials must determine if lethal injection is available no more than five days after the issuance of a death warrant, the Idaho outlet said. If not, a firing squad would be used, according to the proposal.*** https://nypost.com/2023/02/26/brian-koherger-could-face-firing-squad-if-convicted/

He'd probably be shot less than Daniel Shaver. Whole lot less than Laquan McDonald.

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Why anyone would want a Kia is not explained

TikTok car theft challenge: Hyundai, Kia fix flaw

Posted: February 17, 2023 by Jovi Umawing

Car manufacturer Hyundai, and its subsidiary Kia, began rolling out a free software update on February 14, 2023, to address a flaw in their anti-theft software, which was highlighted in a social media challenge. The release of the update came nine months after an uptick in car theft of the affected models in the US. Outside the US, victims in Australia also came forward.

"The software updates the theft alarm software logic to extend the length of the alarm sound from 30 seconds to one minute and requires the key to be in the ignition switch to turn the vehicle on," said the US National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA). "The effort is in response to a TikTok social media challenge that has spread nationwide and has resulted in at least 14 reported crashes and eight fatalities."

The "Kia Challenge" went viral on TikTok in August 2022. Thieves, known as "Kia Boys" or "Kia Boyz", showed how to bypass Kia's security system using simple tools like a screwdriver and a USB cable. It is said this method of thieving is so easy because many 2015-2019 Kias and Hyundais lack electronic immobilizers, which use electronic signals to deter thieves from hot-wiring cars.

The teens instructed viewers to forcefully remove the covering of the steering column (located just below the steering wheel) to expose a slot where a USB-A plug then comes into play.*** https://www.malwarebytes.com/blog/news/2023/02/tiktok-car-theft-challenge-hyundai-kia-fix-flaw

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Crime, cops and reform: Here’s what Denverites say the next mayor needs to address about public safety

The 17 people vying to be Denver’s next mayor agree on one thing: The city feels less safe than it did the last time there was an open race for its top leader 12 years ago.

Crime data proves that to be true. Denver, like many large U.S. cities, has experienced a spike in homicides and gun violence as well as overdose deaths since the COVID-19 pandemic.

Questions about crime and public safety have been central for the 17 candidates running to succeed Mayor Michael Hancock as the leader of the state’s largest city, Elise Schmelzer reports.*** https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/26/denver-mayor-crime-public-safety

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Whose side is Gascon on?

LA DA George Gascon suspended Deputy DA Shea Sanna. James Tubbs sexually assaulted a 10 y/o girl. Sanna prosecuted him. Gascon required that Tubbs be prosecuted as a juvenile and sentenced to two years in a youth treatment facility for girls.

“I don’t want a grown, male, violent sexual offender going into a female juvenile facility,” said Sanna. “Tubbs has an extensive rap sheet and is a career criminal. They’re putting a predator in with the prey. They justify this because he committed his sexual assault crime two weeks before his 18th birthday.*** “To justify the suspension, they said that I misgendered Tubbs in a Zoom meeting,” said Senna. “But I did not speak in that meeting.”

Additionally, he said, there is an issue related to a social media post.

“I called him James Tubbs in a Twitter post and they said it was ‘dead-naming’ – even though he is James [Hannah’s male birth name] in every document outside of our case.

“I wrote that he was gaming the system and was insincere about being transgender. My attorney explained that I was pointing out an issue, and that was used as a basis for my punishment.”***

Though Tubbs had been sentenced to a youth treatment facility, she is currently being held in neighboring Kern County, awaiting trial for a murder that she allegedly committed as an adult.

“If he is found guilty of that murder, he will go to an adult prison,” said Sanna. “If he is found not guilty, as it stands now, he will go to a juvenile facility for the sexual assault charges.”*** https://nypost.com/2023/02/24/shea-sanna-says-george-gascon-wants-him-fired/

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Employment of State and Federal Prisoners Prior to Incarceration, 2016 - BJS.

Overall, about 60% of prisoners were employed in the month before incarceration. The national unemployment rated in 2016 was about 5% or less. https://www.bls.gov/cps/

Prisoners 35 - 44 were most likely to be employed. Prisoners with a bachelor's degree or better were most likely to be employed. Drug offenders were the least likely to be employed.

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Hate to see them arrest someone for a felony

A Chaffee County man is suing multiple Colorado law enforcement agencies over excessive force after members of a specialized police team used a “flash-bang” device near his head during the man’s arrest in September, giving him a concussion.

Ellis Athanas, 30, was arrested on a day-old misdemeanor warrant by the Chaffee County Combined Tactical Team in a SWAT-style traffic stop on Sept. 8, according to the lawsuit, which was filed Thursday in Chaffee County District Court.

Although Athanas had very limited criminal history — one prior conviction for marijuana possession and one pending criminal charge of false reporting — officers decided he was a “high risk,” according to the lawsuit. The open warrant was for misdemeanor charges of child abuse and menacing, which were later dismissed for lack of evidence.

The tactical team tracked Athanas when he went to a gym on Sept. 8, then followed him as he drove home before conducting a “military-style” traffic stop, the lawsuit alleges. Police body camera footage shows several officers in full tactical gear rush out of the back of a police truck with their guns drawn, shouting and using a megaphone to tell Athanas to “put his hands on his face.”

Athanas put his hands out the window, but an officer without warning detonated a flash-and-sound diversionary device — colloquially known as a “flash-bang” — just outside the driver’s side window, the video shows. Four seconds elapsed from the time officers told Athanas to put his hands on his face to the detonation, the footage shows.*** https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/27/ellis-athanas-lawsuit-chaffee-county-sheriff-buena-vista-salida-police/

Anytime you use ordnance you risk serious injury or death. For what?

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What difference does a massacre make?

Focusing law enforcement resources on career criminals and gang members keeps people safe. Believe it or not, the most recent example of this comes from California.

After the Goshen massacre, in which six people were killed execution-style (including a 6-month-old baby), police arrested two suspects. Both were known members of the Norteno gang, and officers believed that the shooting was the result of a conflict with the rival Surenos.

The Tulare County Sheriff’s Office then launched a four-day operation called Operation Nightmare, arresting 26 people in connection with illegal drug and gun operations. After searching 97 homes, officers recovered guns, ammunition, methamphetamine, and cocaine. Officers discovered that the gang was manufacturing and selling untraceable guns to other gang members. Meanwhile, the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation also searched the cells of 23 known gang members.

"This is about drugs, drug money, illegal drug running, and illegal firearms infiltrating the entire Central Valley," Tulare County Sheriff Mike Boudreaux said. "We are able to identify future locations in different counties in California."*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/california-finally-arrests-dozens-after-goshen-massacre

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First they came for my lightbulb....

The Energy Dep't proposed a new rule on 1feb23 for gas stoves.

Half of gas stove models sold in the United States today won’t comply with a first-ever efficiency regulation on cooking appliances, according to a new analysis from the Department of Energy.*** roughly half the gas stove models purchased across the U.S. today will no longer be eligible for purchase in stores. It doesn’t mean that half the market will have to be electric, but that the gas stove industry will have to change what it sells to meet the standard*** In 2020, 38 percent of Americans used gas to cook in their homes, according to the U.S. Energy Information Administration, the data analysis arm of DOE. Natural gas is also more than three times cheaper to cook with than electricity, EIA says.*** https://www.eenews.net/articles/doe-rule-may-block-50-of-new-gas-stoves/

West Virginia v. EPA, 597 U. S. __ (2022) and the “major question doctrine” may apply.

Under that doctrine, ***courts “expect Congress to speak clearly if it wishes to assign to an agency decisions of vast economic and political significance.” ***

a clear statement was necessary to conclude that Congress intended to delegate authority “of this breadth to regulate a fundamental sector of the economy.”***

A decision of such magnitude and consequence rests with Congress itself, or an agency acting pursuant to a clear delegation from that representative body.

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We shall see....

The Tennessee cop fired over her numerous sexual romps with other officers claims in a new federal lawsuit that superiors in her department “sexually groomed” her for the risqué escapades.

Maegan Hall, 26, who blamed a troubled marriage for her randy affairs, claims she felt trapped and exploited in the midst of the all-male ranks of the La Vergne Police Department, according to her 51-page federal complaint filed Monday.

“Where Ms. Hall sought role models at her new job, she instead found predators,” the lawsuit says. “In place of offering professional development, her supervisors and the chief of police groomed her for sexual exploitation.

“They colluded in using their authority to systematically disarm her resistance and entrap her in degrading and abusive sexual relationships, even sharing tips on the best ways to manipulate and exploit her.”*** https://nypost.com/2023/02/28/tennessee-sex-cop-maegan-hall-claims-she-was-exploited-in-lawsuit/

***wed

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada has determined that swimming topless is a human right. https://globalnews.ca/news/9491683/edmonton-swim-topless-pool/

“This is a human rights issue and we have an obligation to treat all individuals equally when using city pools,” said the city.

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Wonder how Kap feels about that....

PORTLAND, Ore. — The Nike Community Store in Northeast Portland has been shuttered for months due to problems with retail theft, and the company now appears to be pressing the city for dedicated police support — and even offering to pay for officers — to get the store back open.

In a Feb. 9 letter to Mayor Ted Wheeler, first reported by The Oregonian, Nike chief security officer Joe Marsico and North America general manager Sarah Mensah said the company closed the Community Store "in response to deteriorating public safety conditions and rapid escalation in retail theft."

The letter references prior meetings between Nike officials, city staff and the Portland Police Bureau, but says that "to date, the proposed solutions offered and the current public safety situation" wouldn't allow for a reopening.

Nike's plan to pay for police

The letter proposes a partnership with the city that would take one of two forms: either Nike would contract and pay for off-duty uniformed PPB officers to be at the store, or the company would form an intergovernmental agreement with the city to fund a designated number of additional full-time officers. *** https://www.kgw.com/article/money/business/nike-asks-pay-police-reopen-community-store/283-d82dfdc9-3ede-4fc5-acbe-9127e5d03c69

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Tacky, but legally ethical

When Chessy Prout sued the St. Paul’s School in New Hampshire for negligence after she was sexually assaulted in her freshman year, her attorneys made a simple request: that, as a minor facing death threats from fellow students and alumni, she remain anonymous during the course of the lawsuit. The attorney representing the $62,000-a-year boarding school, Michael Delaney, opposed that motion and overnight, the 15-year-old Prout became a public figure.  

Now, five years after the Prouts settled with the school, President Joe Biden wants to make Delaney a federal judge. And his nomination to the First Circuit Court of Appeals has put Democrats in an awkward spot, caught between support for one of their party’s judicial nominees and support for survivors of sexual assault. *** https://freebeacon.com/biden-administration/utter-silence-biden-judicial-nominee-pushed-to-unmask-a-sexual-assault-victims-identity-her-parents-want-to-know-why-democrats-wont-speak-out-against-him/

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What did we learn about complicity?

A Denver gang member gave a 14-year-old boy permission to shoot at a woman with an AR-15-style rifle after a fender-bender on West Colfax Avenue two years ago, prosecutors alleged during the opening of the older man’s murder trial Tuesday.

Neshan Johnson, 20, is charged with first-degree murder in the Feb. 20, 2021, killing of 32-year-old Pamela Cabriales, even though both the prosecution and defense agree that a then-14-year-old boy actually pulled the trigger and fired the fatal shots.

Investigators believe Johnson, who was 18 at the time, and two 14-year-old boys were stopped in their car at a red light on West Colfax near Interstate 25 when Cabriales pulled up behind them at about 10:45 p.m. and rear-ended the teenagers’ car in a minor fender-bender.

The 14-year-old in the front seat, an aspiring Eastside Crips gang member, then turned to Johnson and asked, “Can I bust on them?,” prosecutor Jacob Friedberg said during opening statements in Johnson’s jury trial in Denver District Court.*** https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/28/neshan-johnson-murder-trial-pamela-cabriales-denver/

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Maybe he belonged in jail

A man is wanted after failing to appear in court on 13 counts of sexual assault of a child in Adams County.

The Commerce City and Brighton Police Sexual Assault Task Force is searching for Jason Mickel Brigham, 47, whose GMC Denali pickup truck was found at the Adams County Justice Center Feb. 22 when he failed to appear in court, according to a news release from the Brighton Police Department.***

Brigham also removed his GPS monitor, which was found at a nearby bus stop.

Brigham has a nationwide extradition warrant with a $1 million cash bond.*** https://www.denverpost.com/2023/02/28/brighton-wanted-man-sexual-assault-on-child/

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Hmmm, what kind of search warrant?

BOULDER COUNTY, Colo. (KDVR) — Six men were indicted and accused of participating in an organized enterprise to steal over $1.1 million in construction equipment from 39 sites across the Denver metro area.

According to a press release from the Boulder County District Attorney’s Office, the men came to Colorado from California several times. During the trips, investigators say the group would often scout construction sites during the day and come back to steal specialty tools and construction equipment at night.

“This crime ring traveled to Colorado for the purpose of breaking into construction sites and stealing equipment,” District Attorney Michael Dougherty said. “Their actions had an incredibly disruptive impact on the construction companies as well as the owners of the sites.”

Law enforcement began investigating after two burglaries at construction sites in Lafayette in October 2021. Data gathered from search warrants indicated members of the group were at both construction sites during the burglaries, according to the release.*** https://kdvr.com/news/local/men-accused-of-traveling-from-california-to-steal-1-1-million-in-construction-equipment/

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Clergy privilege

Two states are currently considering legislation that amends mandatory reporter laws to force Catholic priests and other religious clergy to divulge information about sexual abuse, even when the priest learned of the abuse while hearing a confession.

Bills currently under consideration in the Washington and Vermont legislatures would make all clergy in the state mandatory reporters of sexual abuse and would remove so-called clergy-penitent privilege, which otherwise exempts religious ministers from reporting anything that is heard in confession.

The legislation, if passed, would most notably affect Catholic priests, who are prohibited from divulging anything they hear in confession. Catholic canon law stipulates that any priest who violates the "seal of confession" automatically incurs the penalty of excommunication.

Bishop Thomas Daly of the Diocese of Spokane, Washington, told the Washington Examiner in an interview that if the bill were enacted, priests and bishops in the state would rather go to jail than comply.

"Priests and bishops will go to jail rather than break the seal of confession," Daly said. "I'm confident that the priests in [the Diocese of Spokane] and my brother bishops would do that, so sacred is that bond."*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/states-mandatory-reporter-priests-violate-seal-confession

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Reconning TSA?

Marc Muffley, 40, has been charged with two federal crimes, including possessing an explosive in an airport and possessing or attempting to place an explosive or incendiary device on an aircraft, a criminal complaint obtained by Politico detailed.

The device was found hidden in the lining of Muffley's suitcase, prosecutors allege, which he had checked in at the Lehigh Valley International Airport in Pennsylvania on Monday. The flight was bound for Orlando Sanford International Airport in Florida.

Airport security discovered the circular device during the screening process for checked bags. The device was about 3 inches in diameter and was covered by a clear plastic wrap, the complaint said.

An FBI bomb technician who X-rayed the compound said it contained a granular powder that is "suspected to be a mixture of flash powder and the dark granulars that are used in commercial grade fireworks," according to Politico.

A short fuse was also attached to the device, and a "hobby fuse" that burns more slowly was added to the device after manufacturing, authorities said. Because the device and powder are susceptible to ignite from heat and friction, it poses a "significant risk to the aircraft and passengers,” the criminal complaint said.

Muffley was arrested by the FBI on Monday night after fleeing the airport when his name was called over the airport's public address system. Authorities were able to trace him to his home address in Lansford, Pennsylvania, where he was apprehended.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/crime/pennsylvania-man-federal-charges-explosive-device-airport

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Surprise, surprise...

***people are leaving California in droves, with more than 500,000 people leaving the state over the past two years.

Crime is a major contributing factor to this exodus. Between July 2021 and July 2022, California “lost roughly 211,000 people. … half of those — 113,048 — were from Los Angeles County alone,” according to the New York Post. This fact is unsurprising given that Los Angeles County District Attorney George Gascon is one of the nation’s most liberal prosecutors.

Gascon was elected as the Los Angeles DA in 2020 after receiving more than $4.5 million in campaign contributions from the CA Justice and Public Safety PAC, funded by leftist billionaire George Soros.

Upon being sworn in, Gascon implemented several policies that reduced the punishment for criminals, such as cashless bail and a “do not prosecute” order for 13 misdemeanor offenses, including drug possession, loitering to commit prostitution, and resisting arrest. He also eliminated special enhancements to certain crimes and enacted a moratorium against seeking the death penalty.

The results of these policies were predictable but devastating nonetheless, especially when one considers the victims. Crime has risen every year Gascon has been in office, with crime in 2022 increasing more than 11% over 2021’s already high rates.

Hate crimes are up as well. Through Nov. 21, 2022, the most recently available data, the Los Angeles Police Department recorded 620 hate crimes, the most of any full year since at least 2010. Throughout 2021, there were 596 hate crimes reported, according to a report. Black residents have suffered the greatest increase in hate crimes compared with any other group, increasing 34% over 2021 numbers.

While crime surges, arrests were down by 10% in 2021.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/republicans-should-condemn-bezalel-smotrichs-incitement

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What did Pennsylvania police seize from Kohberger?

The unsealed records show what police seized from Kohberger's parents' house when he was arrested in Monroe County, Pennsylvania, in December 2022.

The items seized on Dec. 30, 2022, included a silver flashlight, four medical-style gloves, a white T-shirt, a black sweatshirt, a pair of black-and-white size 13 Nike shoes, and black Under Armour socks, shorts, and boxers, according to the warrant.*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/crime/idaho-student-murders-pennsylvania-state-police-unseal-search-warrant

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Own it

Republicans are putting Senate Democrats in a difficult spot as the chamber prepares to vote on whether to strike down an overhaul of D.C.'s century-old criminal code.

The Senate GOP is hoping to force a vote on the updated code, which softens the punishment for homicide, robberies, and carjackings, as soon as next week, opening Democrats up to attacks of being soft on crime should they choose to oppose the GOP's repeal. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer (D-NY) is unable to block the measure despite Democrats controlling the upper chamber, making the vote a rare opportunity for the GOP to put senators in battleground states on record on the issue.

Sen. Joe Manchin (D-WV), considered to be one of the most vulnerable senators heading into 2024, became the first Democrat to back the legislation publicly on Monday.

“I don’t support [the criminal code overhaul]. I mean, I want to put people away. I don’t want to let them out,” Manchin told CNN. “I haven’t been briefed on it, but what I know about it, I would vote to rescind it.”*** https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/senate/dc-crime-bill-political-headache-senate-democrats

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[johns-prince]

I was reading Norman's biography of Mick Jagger the other day and at some point I realized that good old Mick had it BAD for John. They hung out a lot in the Lost Weekend and Mick seemed heartbroken when May told him John had gone back to Yoko. He was so upset that he talked to the press about it multiple times, whining about not having any access to John and that he was hiding behind Sean. Mick wasn't wrong, though. I was just very entertained by his reaction. Then there is this:

"Mick, as a result, had found himself in the—for him—highly unusual position of wanting to see someone but having his every friendly overture rebuffed.

From his sitting room window, he could see the Gothic rooftops of Lennon’s home, and would sometimes act out the part of a spurned girlfriend: “[John’s] right over there. Does he ever call me? Does he ever go out? No. Changes his phone number about every ten minutes. I’ve given up . . .” But there was no disguising how much this apparent indifference really hurt. Once or twice, he put aside the Tyranny of Cool sufficiently to leave Lennon a note with his own current phone number at the Dakota concierges’ desk, but no response ever came."

LOL "John is right over there. IS HE THINKING OF ME?" The thirst was real, you guys. I don't remember Mick being this sad about any of his women leaving him. Me thinks Johnny hit and quit it but someone fell in love, you see.

I agree, Mick sounds like a jilted lover/girlfriend here who just wants to be at least acknowledged. He was seriously upset about the fact that, when John went back to Yoko he knew that she didn’t like him. She thought he wasn’t worth John’s time and was a bad influence. Gotta remember, Mick and John had been friends since the sixties-- Mick was much closer to John then Paul, even.

Also talk about the gall because she was completely fine with John hanging out with the likes of Klein, Phil Spector, and Magic Alex... Like, talk about bad influences-- Phil fucking pointed a gun at John because he liked to freak John out and upset him. She liked these people. She approved of them for John. Yoko isn’t fully to blame, John also holds blame for how he’d treat people and just cut them off [even if he personally didn’t want too] but she encouraged John to cut ties with family and close, old friends just, like that.  

I feel for Mick. I honestly feel for anyone who loved John, it did seem trying at times. I mean, sometimes it’s not always easy for me to love John just as some crazed groupie... I could only imagine how intense and, confusing and exciting and, memorable it would have been to know him, personally, and get to love him personally. 

I personally don’t think anything serious happened between John and Mick. Kind of like how I believe nothing deeper then just, solid friendship was between John and Stu-- someone he could confide in, who wasn’t just Paul. 

Was there flirting between the two? Absolutely, though I find it to be a partially playful joking sort of flirting between friends, and partially with a serious edge to it. Libra’s are natural flirters, they often to do it unintentionally because it’s just, part of their personality. John most likely both an unintentional and intentional flirt, and his male friends weren’t left out on his teasing’s and naughty, playful behavior [specifically moreso open and direct about it in the 70s] 

But, I do think you’re right that Mick had it bad. Most male friends of John seemed to have it bad for him, in some way or another. Women and men loved John-- he was rather easy to love, despite how he’s painted and the sort of front he put up. As Paul said-- John was a loveable guy, everyone loved him, and he was right [though Paul usually only mentions everyone else when talking about loving John, deflects onto others at the same time but I digress] 

Even men who apparently thought of him a poky bastard seemed to inevitably be drawn to him, and like him [like David Bailey] 

He was loved, so, so much.

“The theory is that when John went off to Spain on holiday with Brian, that’s what it was all about - John trying to get his position clear as the leader of the group. Also, I’m sure Brian was in love with John. We were all in love with John, but Brian was gay so that added an edge.” Paul McCartney - Anthology

PAUL: “Well, I’m sure Brian was in love with John, I’m sure that’s absolutely right. I mean, everyone was in love with John; John was lovable, John was a very lovable guy.” [x]

“What did John Lennon see in me? I think outrageousness and being true to myself and not giving a fuck. We hit it off straight away, even though I was in complete awe of him. He was nothing else but kind to me. I never saw the other side of John, the Harry Nilsson drinking side of John, where he turned on a sixpence. I only saw the gentle, gorgeous side of John, and he was gentle not only to me but my parents, my band members, and I just fell in love with him.”

— Elton John [x]

“Nowhere can the caring side of John Lennon be documented more accurately than in his relationship with Malcolm Evans, the very tall and bespectacled man who became a regular as a road manager, along with Neil Aspinall, on the Beatles’ tours. Evans had a magnetic personality and was a favorite with reporters and the women who tagged along. His smile and charm could be deceptive; he would have done anything to protect the Beatles. At one point on the touring aircraft, while traveling from Jacksonville to Boston in 1964, a tired Mal Evans sat next to me in the rear of the aircraft with tears trickling down his face. I asked, “What’s the matter?” Mal answered, “John got kind of cross with me … just said I should go f— off. No reason, ya’ know. But I love the man. John is a powerful force. Sometimes he’s rough, if you know what I mean, man. But there’s no greater person that I know.” I never learned what the dispute was about, but I do know that a few minutes later, a sullen Lennon walked by and embraced Evans.” — Larry Kane [x]

“Sharing a twisted sense of humour and a penchant for mischief, Nilsson and Lennon were natural buddies. It was perhaps inevitable that the LA-dwelling singer would gravitate towards Lennon. Lennon clearly appreciated Nilsson’s edginess and was very likely looking for a male soulmate to fill the hole left by McCartney. For his part, Nilsson’s feelings for Lennon ran even deeper: ‘I really fell in love with him. He was all those things you wanted somebody to be.”

Man On The Run: Paul McCartney in the 1970s by Tom Doyle [x]

“But the acerbic John is the one we know and love, you know, because he was clever with it, so it was very attractive. But, for me, I have more than a slight affection for the John that I knew then, when we were first writing songs, when we would try and do things the old songwriters had done. I slightly regret the way John’s image has formed, and because he died so tragically it has become set in concrete. The acerbic side was there but it was only part of him. He was also such a sweet, lovely man – a really sweet guy. ””

— Paul McCartney, discussing John Lennon [x]

John was a charming man in his own right, charismatic, and funny. Having a good sense of humor is always attractive, and draws people to you. As Paul says, and Elton, John was kind, he was sweet and friendly. He wasn’t always this, Mr. Tough and aggressive, ripping into people with his sharp tongue. He was gentle, he could be gentle, in his own way. Warm, and loving. 

He had this ability to just... make you feel like you’ve known him longer then you actually have. Like you have some sort of, special relationship or connection with him-- that you were the only one who was close enough to see underneath his armor, to know him as intimately as anyone else ever could. 

Course, this was simply how many felt and wanted to be the reality[specifically men], when it wasn’t, not exactly. They didn't really know the real John, they didn't get to see him at his most sincere, when his beautiful armor was chipped away and he was standing naked and scared. He described himself like a chameleon when it came to social settings, when interacting with different individuals [friends], which honestly makes sense as a Libra [Gemini’s are just as guilty of this] 

They got to know a facet of John... Maybe they did get a glimpse of John here and there, but it’s just reality that John didn’t just, open up so easily to people like that. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and he had a habit of testing people’s loyalty and love for him [whether it had been consciously or not, I’m not always sure] because of the insecurities and doubt that one day, they’d turn on him or abandon him. 

Again, he had this way in making people [other men] feel as if they had an intimate and special connection with him. And maybe they did to varying degrees. John had a way to act open with others, without actually being open and vulnerable, or at least not fully. I’m not sure if I’m making sense lol

Only ones who I think ever got to know the real John, were Mimi(of course she raised him), Pete (friends since they were just peanuts), Cynthia somewhat, May got glimpses and wanted John to be himself and independent... Yoko to a degree (though she focuses on entirely pushing and talking about Brand John Lennon™)  

And who I know for a fact did, and does know John the most intimately, deeply, unabashedly, is Paul.

But anyway, speaking of being so very attractive, John was attractive. Like, many women and men found him exceedingly attractive, like this one male photographer who believed John was the most handsome out of the band;

“I think John was the best looking, actually. The refined nose.  He never went out of his way to be a disagreeable person.  He would be the one to go over and just sit and sign some little girl’s book...” 

Harry Benson, photographer who took the photo of the iconic pillow fight and other well known Beatle photos, talks about John. [x]

Then we have David Bailey, who described Paul, Ringo, and George as rather pleasant-- while describing John as being a fucker, a bit poky. 

And yet, it was John who David Bailey claimed to like, out of all of them. 

“I didn’t like the Beatles – I liked John ... John was a fucker. Paul was always the nicest guy in the world. George, he always seemed full of angst. Ringo always seemed Mr Nice Guy. But John was a bit poky; I liked him.” 

-- David Bailey Originally; published in the March 2014 issue of British GO magazine.

That’s honestly the only parts of the interview worth reading, Bailey is sort of a dickhead and clearly seems biased against Paul, and just The Beatles as a band in general, so [which is fascinating. Considering he might’ve been peeved towards Paul ever since John brought his partner along for that photoshoot because he didn’t want to go in alone lol]

Mick did love John, though in what way or in what varying degree, is up for discussion and personal conclusion. Just like how it’s up to interpretation and discussion how much and in what way David Bowie, Elton John, Harry Nilsson, Mal Evans, Billy Preston, and Brian Epstein loved John. 

But it’s clear as day that, in my opinion, they almost all seemed to have some sort of man-crush on him. A serious admiration. Harry Nilsson sounded like he was in a bro-mance with John [or at least he wanted to be in one with him]

Course we can’t forget Paul, but we all know that Paul loved John in such varying degrees, it’s truly impossible to label it. They’re soulmates, can’t really categorize the love between soulmates so easily. 

Anyway, point of this all; Mick definitely had it bad for John, but then again who didn’t? 

[mychemicalimagines]

Girl Almighty-Emmett Cullen-Chapter 4

Summary: When Bella Swan wrote her book about her life, she deleted two characters and put their significant others together. Jade Stanley, Jessica’s Identical Twin Sister, has been with Emmett Cullen for a year and a half before she even showed up. When Bella starts dating Edward, her life gets switched 180. Will she live by the end or will death do you part happen before they even get married?

Warnings: Cussing, Paranormal, Supernatural, Angst, Love, Bella-Bashing, Possible Smut

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Emmett and I are standing in the parking lot of the school. Today Mr. Molina is having his junior classes go on a field trip to a Community College Greenhouse nearby. I didn’t want to go but my mom already signed Jessica and my permission slips. Emmett is skipping his first class of the day to spend a few more minutes with me since he won’t see me all day.

I play with his hand as he tells me about his fight with Ian yesterday. It wasn’t an actual fight. Emmett was winning at some video game they were playing when Ian smacked the controller out of his hand...breaking it. 

“Esme was so…” Emmett pauses and raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I whisper.

“Bella just got asked to prom by Mike Newton.” He whispers with a small smirk.

I giggle and shake my head. “Of course she did.”

“Apparently, she’s going on a trip to Jacksonville. Non-refundable ticket.” He continues.

I roll my eyes. “Such a liar.” 

“She told him to ask Jessica.” 

“Oh, thank God.” I sigh, happily. “Hopefully he will. I’m tired of hearing about him so much.”

“Alright, come on everyone! I need your slips and you need to get on a bus!” Mr. Molina calls out.

I sigh and look up at Emmett. He smirks slightly and cups my neck, leaning down toward me. I lean up on my tip toes to meet him in the middle. The kiss would have lasted longer if my sister didn’t call for me.

“Jade, come on! I’m saving you a seat!” 

I pull away and sigh. “I’ll see you after?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He kisses my forehead before patting my hip.

I shake my head and walk away from him, feeling my cheeks getting warm. I hand Mr. Molina my permission slip before getting on the bus. I see my sister in the back so I walk down the aisle toward her. I sit in the seat with her, us both knowing that Mike will sit with Eric. I’m not excited about this ride.

I watch as Mr. Molina is demonstrating the compost machine and I start laughing as Tyler gets yelled at for trying to drink the compost tea. I yelp as I’m pulled backward by the hood of my jacket. I lose my footing because of it and almost fall backward...until the person lets go of my hood and puts their COLD hands on my back, causing me to shiver.  

“What, Edward?” I ask, turning around, knowing it was him.

“Come with me.” 

He then grabs my wrist and pulls me forward so I’m walking ahead of the compost table, towards the rest of the kids. I pull on my wrist but he just tightens his grip. I clench my jaw at the small amount of pain. There’s going to be a bruise if he doesn’t snap my wrist first. Emmett is going to be pissed! He finally lets go of my arm when he slows his steps.

“What’s in Jacksonville?” I hear Edward ask from in front of me.

I raise an eyebrow and look around him to see Bella looking at some of the plants.

“How did you know about that?” She asks, glancing at him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Edward tilts his head.

“You haven’t answered any of mine. You won’t even say hello.” She comments.

“Hello.” He smartly says.

“And how did you stop that van?” She finally turns around to look at him, not noticing me.

“Adrenaline rush. Very comment. Google it.” He shrugs, nonchalantly.

“Do I have to be here?” I ask, walking around him.

“Yes.” He says while Bella says, “No.”

“Great.” I turn around but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. 

Bella rolls her eyes and looks up at Edward. “Floridians. That’s what’s in Jacksonville.”

She turns around to storm off but she stumbles over the irrigation hose. Edward lets go of my arm to steady her and clenches his jaw. 

“It helps if you actually watch where you’re going.” He growls softly.

She shrugs him off her and starts walking while Edward and I follow, keeping her pace. 

“I know I’ve been rude, but it’s for the best.” He says.

Before she can comment, he turns and walks past me as my sister runs up. Him leaving causes me to be standing right next to her. 

“Guess who just asked me to prom!” She says excitedly, causing Bella to smile.

“Seriously?” I ask, squealing slightly.

She nods fast and I pull her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you!”

She happily hugs back and giggles. 

“Thanks!” She pulls from the hug and looks at Bella as we all continue to walk. “I totally thought Mike was going to ask you, Bella. Is it gonna be weird?”

“No way.” Bella shakes her head. “Zero weirdness. You guys are great together.”

“I know, right?” Jessica says, smiling so wide her face might split in half. 

She then turns and runs toward Angela. Bella looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“Why are you…” She stops when Edward walks up behind us. 

“Bella, it would be better if we weren’t friends.” He says, looking down at her as we walk out of the greenhouse.

“Too bad you didn’t figure that out earlier.” She says, snapping slightly. “You could have let the van crush us and saved yourself all this regret.”

“You think I regret saving you?” He snaps, leaving me out of it.

“I know you do.” She says, stopping beside the bus. 

“You don’t know anything!” He says, furiously. 

“Edward…” I try to speak up but his head snaps toward me.

I bite my lip and look down, clenching my fists angrily, not wanting to start a fight. I suddenly feel super calm a few seconds before a hand rests on my lower back. I glance to my right to see Alice is standing beside me, meaning Jasper is standing behind us. The only reason he probably put his hand on my back was to let me know he was there. He doesn’t have to touch me for his powers to work.

Discreetly, I reach back and pat his hand, meaning thank you. He opens and closes his hand before removing it. Alice looks at Edward before she speaks. 

“The bus is leaving.” Alice then smiles softly at Bella. “Hi! Will you be riding with us?”

“No.” Edward shakes his head. “Our bus is full.” 

He then smacks the bus window and walks up the stairs when the door opens. Alice sighs and follows him up. Taking a step around me, Jasper looks at me. 

“Are you…”

Before he can finish, Bella grabs my arm and pulls me toward her bus. What’s with everyone pulling me places?! I glance back at Jasper with my bottom lip pushed out in a small pout. He smirks slightly before shrugging as if saying, ‘what can I do?’

I glare at him playfully before walking around the front of the bus to get on with Bella.

I get off the bus and glance around the parking lot for my vampire. He’s leaning against his Jeep, talking with Rosalie. I slip my bag over my shoulders and take off in his direction. When I get a few steps away, he quickly turns and catches me in his large arms as I jump lightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you.” He whispers in my ear, holding me close.

“I missed you! I was so bored.” I whine slightly.

He chuckles and kisses my cheek before putting me down. I put my hands on his chest when I get lowered causing Rosalie to raise an eyebrow.

“What happened to your wrist?” She points.

Looking down, I see my jacket had slipped up my arm a little. I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Edward.” I state.

“What did he do?” Emmett growls slightly.

He gently picks up my hand to take a look at the damage. I explain the whole story causing Emmett to shake his head.

“He needs to stop.” Ian speaks up. “Just because you’re hum...you’re you, doesn’t mean he can push and pull you around.”

“It’s getting on my damn nerves.” Emmett agrees. “His singer is Bella. He needs to leave you alone. I thought I told him to back off. Guess I’ll have to talk to him again.”

“I’ll join you.” Ian says, cracking his neck slightly. 

“Speaking of the devil, she’s coming over.” Rosalie whispers. 

I glance to the side to see Bella walking over toward us with a smile on her face. Stopping beside Emmett, she fixes her jacket slightly.

“Hey, Emmett. Can I talk to you privately?” She asks as sweetly as she can. 

“We’re out.” Ian says, wrapping an arm around Rosalie’s waist. 

They both glance at me before getting into Ian’s Chevy Camaro. Sighing, I look back at Bella as they pull out of the parking spot. She stares at me with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“I asked to talk to him privately.” She says as if it was so obvious.

“You’re point?” I ask with a blank face.

“Whatever you want to say to me, you can say to her.” Emmett says, slightly quoting himself from when we were at the hospital.

She shrugs slightly before looking at him again.

“Have you been working out?” She asks innocently, feeling his bicep.

“No?” He raises an eyebrow, removing his arm from her grasp.

“You look extra buff today.” She smiles softly, not caring about his movement.

“Thank you?” He says, glancing at me.

“Your hair also looks super soft today.” She reaches up to touch it.

He quickly moves his head out of the way as if her hand was on fire and steps backward with me still in his arms. 

“Don’t touch him. Just get to the point.” I say, wanting to go home.

“What are you doing this weekend?” She asks, ignoring me. 

“Jade and I are going to…” He starts.

“Nothing? Great. Um, I need help with my biology and I was wondering if you would tutor me?” She bites her lip. “Since you’ve already taken the class.”

“Did you hear him?” I move from his arms. “We’re going to…”

“I heard him. He said he wasn’t busy.” She looks at me.

“No, that’s what you wanted to hear.” I say, biting my cheek.

“Emmett, isn’t that what you said?” She looks back at him.

“No, Bella. It’s not.” He shakes his head, leaning against his Jeep again.

“Listen, Isabella, this sorry excuse for flirting you’re doing? It’s gonna stop.” I cross my arms.

“Or what?” She steps toward me, trying to seem tough.

“I’ll kick your ass. Emmett is my boyfriend, not yours.” 

“Really? It seems like you're dating Edward more than Emmett.” She smirks slightly. 

“Because Edward doesn’t want to be alone when he’s talking to your bitchy ass doesn’t mean shit. Leave Emmett alone, alright?” I say, not backing down.

“I can talk to whoever I want.” She shrugs.

“Except him.” I state. “You’re just trying to make Edward jealous. It’s not going to work.”

“I’m not trying to do anything.” She shakes her head.

“Yeah you are. He said it would be better if you weren’t friends, remember? So now you’re trying to hang around Emmett.” 

“I just thought he and I could be friends. He seems cool.” She tries to say.

“He is but you know nothing about him to come to that conclusion.” I watch her.

She stutters for a second. “I know he...umm…”

“Exactly. Now back up and go home before we have a confrontation.” I step toward her. “I don’t give a shit that your dad is the Chief of Police.”

“You wouldn’t hit me.” She says, shocked.

“I’d leave if I were you, Bella.” Emmett smirks. 

Bella’s eyes widen before looking at me again. “You’re a very controlling girlfriend.”

“I don’t care.” I shrug. “But it’s only when girls, like yourself, are throwing themselves at him. Especially ones that are trying to get into one of his brother's pants and try to be friends with him to get the chance.”

“I don’t want to get into Edward’s pants.” She says, offended.

“I didn’t say which brother this time, did I?” I smirk. “Go.”

She swallows her spit before turning around and walking to her car. I don’t move from my spot until I see her pull out of the parking lot. I look over my shoulder when I feel arms wrap around my waist.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Emmett whispers in my ear.

I blush slightly with a smile and put my hands on his, which are laced at my stomach. 

“She needs to learn not to touch what’s mine.” I comment.

“I am yours. The world will know it one day.” He says, kissing the back of my head. “Come on. Ian texted saying he wanted to hang out with us while Alice and Rosalie do something.”

“Sounds good to me!” I turn around.

“Wait.” He says, stopping me from walking.

I look at him as he takes my arm again and inspects my wrist. He shakes his head before letting me go. He then loosens his Cullen Crest bracelet taking it off his wrist. I watch him as he slides it over my own and tightens it slightly, making sure it doesn’t fall off. It covers the whole bruise. Looking into my eyes, he begins to speak.

“I don’t want your mom to see it. She might kill me.”

“But Emm, this is your Cullen Crest. I can find…” He kisses my lips to stop me from talking.

I blush as we pull away and look at him.

“You are a part of this family too. You deserve one before we get married.” He smirks slightly before walking me around his Jeep.

“Are you…”

“Yes, I’m sure.” He chuckles. “Just get your sexy ass in the car.”

I roll my eyes playfully before listening to him for once.

I take a sip of my Capri Sun that Esme bought me before sitting down on the couch. Ian begins talking about different movies we can watch.

“Jade here doesn’t watch movies.” Emmett says, sitting down.

Ian’s head snaps toward me with an offended look on his face. 

“How can you not like movies? Not liking movies is not liking…” He thinks before pointing to Pip who is laying on the floor. “Not liking puppies.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them. I just get bored before I get to the end and turn them off.” I shrug. 

“Endings are the best part!” Ian throws his hands out as if it was obvious.

“They’re so predictable. The guy gets the girl. The kid sees dead people and Darth Vader is Luke’s father…” I start but Ian cuts me off.

“Oh, right like you just so happened to guess the biggest cinematic reveal in history?” Ian raises an eyebrow.

“Vader in German means father. His name is literally Darth Father.” I nod, taking another sip of my drink.

“Huh.” He bites his lip. “So, you know German. Now I know why you don’t like fun things.”

“I like Emmett.” I smirk. 

“Damn right she does.” Emmett chuckles, pulling me closer to him.

“I don’t need to know about your sexual escapades." Ian playfully shivers in disgust. 

“Remember that time you were telling me about Rose…”

I start but Ian jumps toward me and covers my mouth.

“Shhh….She doesn’t…”

“IAN! WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” Rosalie yells from upstairs. “Get your ass upstairs!”

Ian drops his head in defeat causing me to laugh.

“I hate you.” Ian teases slightly before rushing upstairs.

“Anyway!” I giggle and look at Emmett. “So my sister and our friends want to go to La Push tomorrow. I told them I’d go since I haven’t hung out with them in a while. That okay?”

I know I don’t have to ask his permission but it’s still polite to ask since he can’t come. After a few second pause, he nods. 

“Sure baby. Just...Be careful.” 

“I know you can’t go there so you���re going to have to find something to do without me.” I tease.

“Oh no! Whatever shall I do without my girlfriend?” He says in a mono-tone voice, putting his hand on his chest.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Die?”

“Probably.” He laughs. “At least I’ll have Pipsqueak.”

“Who said I was leaving him with you?” I raise an eyebrow playfully.

“Me. I need some part of you to keep me occupied.” He pats his lap, causing Pip to jump up and run over.

I shake my head, giggling. “He likes you more than he likes me.”

“Nah, I’m just the cool dad.” He picks him up.

“Dad, huh?”

“Yep and you’re his mom.” He smiles, kissing my cheek.

I blush and pet Pip whose tail wags happily.

It’s the next day and it’s freezing outside. I tried to get my sister and the others to reschedule but they really wanted to go today. I finish helping my sister get into her surfing suit before walking back over to Bella and Angela who are trying to stay warm inside of the van. Bella has on a heavy jacket while sharing a blanket with Angela. 

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just...doesn’t.” Angela says, holding her camera close to her chest.

“You could ask him.” Bella says, causing Angela to shake her head. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.”

“I am?” She asks, softly.

“For once, I agree with Bella. You are.” I nod, stopping to lean next to the passenger door.

“Bella!” We hear.

I look over my shoulder to see three Quileute boys approaching. Bella smiles widely at one of them as he leans against the van next to her. The other two stand beside me, watching their friend. The one closest to me has shoulder length hair while the other one’s hair is longer than mine. 

“Guys, this is Jacob Black.” She introduces us before looking at him again. “Are you stalking me?”

“You’re on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles. “You surfing?”

“Definitely not.” She shakes her head.

My sister walks over and grabs something from the van with a smirk. 

“Keep her company. Her date bailed.” She teases.

“Woah...There’s two of you.” The one closest to me glances at me then at Jessica.

“Twins.” Jessica and I say at the same time, causing us to laugh.

Before he can speak again, Eric pops up out of nowhere.

“What date?”

“She invited Edward.” My sister teases.

“To be polite.” Bella shrugs, embarrassed.

I roll my eyes. Since I threatened her yesterday, she went back to bothering Edward.

“I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela shrugs. “Even with Jade dating Emmett, they don’t ever hang out with us.”

“Because the Cullen’s are freaks.” Mike says, walking up.

My head snaps toward him causing him to back up.

“Sorry.” He swallows deeply. “Forgot you were here.”

“He’s right.” The boy farther away from me speaks up.

“You know them?” Bella asks.

“The Cullens don’t come here.” He says sharply.

“That doesn’t make them freaks.” I say, turning toward him.

“They are, though. They don’t ever hang out with anyone besides each other and you.” Mike shrugs, sticking up for the boy.

“You don’t hang out with anyone but us, does that make you a freak, Michael?” I say, stepping toward him.

“No but…”

“Then leave the Cullen’s name out of your mouth.” I snap, causing the boy next to me to wrap an arm around my waist.

He pulls me a few feet away from the group. 

“Come on, let’s take a walk.” He whispers.

I let the boy pull me away but my glare doesn’t leave Mike until he looks away. I turn around and follow the boy down the beach for a few minutes. We both don’t know what to say. We’re walking in silence until he breaks it.

“I’m Embry, by the way.” He says, glancing at me. “I’m guessing you’re Jade?”

“I am. How could you tell?” I joke slightly.

“Well, they said Jade was dating a Cullen then you stuck up for them so…” He trails off.

I nod at his words. “That’s me.” 

“You been dating him long?” He asks, stepping over a log before putting his hand out to me.

“Almost two years.” I say, taking his hand to step over the log as well.

“Gotcha.” He nods, letting my hand go. 

“Who was that kid anyway?” I ask, putting my hands back in my pockets. 

“That was Sam.” He informs me. “We have legends in our tribe and he takes them way too seriously.” 

“Legends? What are they?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s just an old story Jacob’s dad tells everyone.” He shrugs. “Our tribe apparently descends from wolves.”

“Like ‘Full Moon Wolves’?” I ask.

“No.” He chuckles. “‘Shift at any time wolves’.”

“Oh. Gotcha.” I nod.

“The legend about the Cullens are...Well apparently they descend from this ‘enemy clan’ but they claimed to be different so we made a treaty with them.” He explains.

“But they just moved here.” 

“Or just moved back.” Embry teases me. 

I roll my eyes and giggle slightly. Fuck! Jacob is probably telling Bella the same story and I’m guessing from the way he was looking at her before...He’ll tell her everything she wants to know.

“And the treaty?” I continue the conversation as we walk.

“If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, we wouldn’t expose what they really were to the…” He gestures to me. “Pale-faces.”

I roll my eyes. “And Sam really believes this?”

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah. Almost everyone in our tribe does.”

“What a way to spread rumors.” I shake my head, stopping my footsteps. “Come on. Let’s get back before they think we ran away.”

Later that night, I’m sitting in the Cullen’s living room after revealing what Embry told me.

“And he just told you all of this?” Ian asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod. “A kid named Sam was saying how you guys are freaks and don’t come onto their lands. So Embry told me the reason behind it…”

Carlisle sighs and nods. “It’s true…”

“Wait, Carlisle, we can’t tell her.” Esme says, speaking up. 

“He already told her the legends, sweetheart. It’s different now.” Carlisle says before looking at me again. “We made a treaty with Ephraim Black that if we stick to being vegetarians and never harm a human or step on their lands, they will leave us alone.”

I nod at his words. “Wait, you said Black?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“That’s Jacob’s last name...The one that went on a walk with Bella. He was probably telling her the same story.” I glance around at everyone.

“Which means she’ll find out about us a lot sooner than we thought.” Emmett says, turning to look at his adopted father. 

“Alice.” Carlisle turns to her. 

She looks to the side and her eyes get a little glossy. “She didn’t find out from him. But she’s going to try another way. She just hasn’t picked it yet.”

“Great!” Rosalie snaps. “Just what we need. Bella snooping into our business even more.”

“There’s nothing we can do now...but wait…” Carlisle sighs.

Emmett and I glance at each other with straight faces. What are we going to do now?

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Best Two Out of Three, Part 21

Y’all.

That’s it. That’s the preface.

(Oh, also @what-does-mine-say is responsible for soft Matt in this so don’t look at me, I swear to baby Jesus.)

Best Two Out of Three

Part: 21/26

Pairing: Kenny Omega x OFC x Cash Wheeler and Adam Page x OFC x Matt Jackson

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: Language; angst to the nth degree.

Tag squad: @freshlysqueezedmox @gabbynorth98 @librathepheonix13 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @exe-sadboi-exe

Catch up on previous parts here.

Callie only stayed one extra night at the hotel in Jacksonville. She’d booked the room through Thursday; it was non-refundable. But she couldn’t stay there another day. She was tired of washing and wearing the same five outfits she’d packed when she walked out more than two weeks ago. She was tired of living in limbo. So, before the sun had even come up Monday morning, she checked out, got in her car, and set out for Virginia.

It was just under an eight-hour drive, which meant she had an awful lot of time to think about what she would say to Adam. And the more she thought, the more solid she became in her decision.  The longer she drove, the more every sad country song streaming through the radio seemed to tell her what she needed to do—no matter how bad it would hurt. She refused to sit around and wait any longer. As far as she was concerned, they were only delaying the inevitable.

It was almost four o’clock when she pulled into Adam’s driveway. She parked next to his truck and cut the ignition. She was exhausted from the drive, and despite all the time she’d had to prepare herself she still wasn’t ready to confront him, not mentally or emotionally. But she didn’t drive all day to turn around. She had to do it, ready or not.

The world was quiet as she walked up to the front door. It was unlocked. She went inside. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of someone coming quickly down the stairs. Adam’s blue eyes looked confused at the sight of her. Not relieved. Not happy. Not hopeful. Just confused. It broke Callie all over again.

“Hey,” he said.

She let out a rueful breath. “Hey? I’ve been gone more than two weeks and that’s all you have to say to me?”

He frowned. “I’m sorry, Cal. But I wasn’t expecting to see you. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

She picked up her hand and let it fall back down in frustration, her keys dangling from her first two fingers. “What would’ve been the point?”

It hit him when she said that. It was written all over his face, clear as day. “You’re not staying.”

Callie’s nose burned. She shook her head, a bubble in her throat. “No. I’m not.”

She crossed into the kitchen and pulled a glass out of a cabinet to get herself some water. Her hand shook as she carried it to the fridge and filled it up. She took a drink. Adam watched the entire time, mute.

Callie walked to the kitchen island and set the glass down. She drew in a shaky breath—and then she told him what she’d been thinking, over and over, for the last eight-plus hours.

“I can’t go on like this anymore, Adam. I can’t sit around waiting anymore. It’s been more than two weeks, and the only time I heard from you was when you burst into my hotel room with Alex demanding to know why I’d been out with Cash. Do you know how that’s made me feel? It feels like you don’t care about us enough to even try. To even pick up the phone and send a text that says you’re thinking of me, or you’re sorry, or something. Anything.” She shook her head. “You can’t even look at me right now.”

Adam’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. They were so sad. Ashamed. “How can I, Cal?” he asked. “I know what I’ve done. I know how bad I’ve hurt you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes!”

“Then why haven’t you tried to fix it?”

Tears filled her eyes and the room went hazy. Adam looked away again. He didn’t have an answer for her. He didn’t have an answer for anything anymore.

Callie’s voice wavered as she spoke. “I have no choice but to be selfish now. I have to look out for myself, and I can’t sit around in limbo while you figure out if you even want to be with me anymore. What sort of self-respecting woman just waits for her boyfriend to decide if he still loves her?”

“I do still love you,” he quietly said.

She shook her head, tears spilling over. “But not enough. It’s not enough, Adam, and I don’t just want to stay in this because it’s what’s convenient.”

She wiped her tears away. Adam looked back at her, mute. She couldn’t stand there and listen to the silence a second longer.

“I’ll go get what I can.” She walked past him and up the stairs to their bedroom. His bedroom. It was just his bedroom now. She pulled her spare set of luggage from the closet and started packing, clothes, shoes, toiletries, everything she needed and anything that would fit. Adam appeared in the bedroom, a dejected look on his face.

“You don’t have to do this now. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“No, I do have to do it now,” she insisted.

More silence. And then, “Do you have somewhere to go?”

She stiffened. “Yes,” she returned, but she didn’t tell him where. She didn’t think it would be fair to tell him where. Thankfully, he didn’t ask.

“Alright,” he breathed. And then that was that. He turned and left the room without so much as another word. It only proved to Callie that she wasn’t the one he was fighting for.

She made quick work of filling up the luggage, desperate to get out of the house that she’d once called home. She lugged it all down the stairs and to the front door. Adam stood in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey already in his hand. His eyes were glassy and red.

“I’m sorry, Cal,” he breathed.

She frowned. “Me too,” she said, and she walked out the door for the last time.

She didn’t cry as she pulled her bags to her car and threw them in her trunk. She didn’t have any tears left. She got behind the steering wheel and started the ignition, and as she pulled out of Adam’s driveway and back onto the road, she made a phone call. It rang once, twice. And then Matt’s voice floated through the speakers of her car.

“Hey. How’d it go?”

“It went,” she answered. Translation: I don’t want to talk about it. “I’m on my way to the airport now.”

“Alright,” he said. “Please drive safe. You’ve driven a lot today.”

“It’s only another hour-fifteen. I’ll be fine.” She chewed on her lip, anxious. “Are you sure your offer still stands?” It was a little late to back out now—she’d already bought the ticket. But she couldn’t help but feel guilty that it was Matt who she was turning to.

“Of course,” he assured. “What time is your flight?”

“9:05.”

She could almost see him nod on the other end. “Alright. Then I’ll see you around 11:30 pacific.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Typically, Alex was the type of person who liked to figure out her shit on her own. But this time, she needed to talk to someone about what she was going through. Maybe if she talked it out, it would help her figure out what the hell she was thinking and feeling. Obviously, she couldn’t talk to Callie or Adam, and she didn’t want to talk to Chuck or Trent (and Jim was completely out of the question). Which left just one person for her to call on: Kris.

“Alright, I need to make sure I have everything straight, because you just hit me with a lot,” Kris said through their FaceTime call. Alex had just spent the previous thirty minutes downloading her on everything that had happened since her injury. She didn’t blame her for needing a recap.

“So you ended things with Kenny the day I got injured so that you could be with Cash,” she started.

“Correct,” Alex confirmed.

“And then Cash ended things with you because Kenny gave you a locket and told you he loved you and got you all confused about how you feel.”

“More or less.”

“And then Adam apparently admitted that he has feelings for you, too?”

“Apparently,” Alex breathed.

Kris shook her head. “Your life is a certifiable soap opera, dude.”

“I know,” Alex agreed with a roll of her eyes. “I wish whoever the hell is writing it would hurry up and tell me the fucking ending.”

Kris gave her a sympathetic frown. “Well, despite everything you’ve told me—and like I said, it was a lot—there’s still one thing you haven’t.”

Alex’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“How you’re feeling.”

The compassion in Kris’s tone caused Alex’s sinuses to burn and tears to stab at the back of her eyes. No one had asked her that. Not one person, since this whole ordeal had started. And now that someone had, she couldn’t help but unload.

“I feel empty. Emptier than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I went from falling in love with Cash, to realizing that I might still love Kenny while falling in love with Cash, and it tore me apart. And now… I don’t know what I feel. All those feelings are still there, but I don’t know if I wish that Cash and I were still together or if I want to move forward with Kenny. And I’m mad. I’m so fucking mad at myself for the things I’ve done; for hurting people I care about for no good reason. And I’m fucking furious at Adam for being so goddamn selfish. He knows what I’m going through. He’s known the whole fucking time and on Saturday he acted like all he cared about were his feelings.”

Her voice broke, and the tears that she’d been fighting to hold back finally spilled over, streaming down her face, hot and angry. “I’m sorry—”

“No,” Kris firmly returned. “Don’t you dare apologize. You needed to get that out.”

Alex tried to wipe her cheeks dry, but more tears kept falling. “I’m tired of feeling like this,” she choked. “But I have no idea what I’m supposed to do to fix it.”

Kris’s brow puckered in thought. It was clear even through Alex’s tears that she was debating saying something. “What?” she pressed.

“I was just thinking,” Kris started. “I read somewhere once that if you fall in love with two people you should choose the second, because if you truly loved the first then you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the second. So… that would be Cash, right?”

Alex bit the inside of her lip in contemplation. “I don’t know.”

Kris looked confused. “What? What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Because,” she breathed in frustration. “If you include last year, then yeah, Cash is second. But if you’re only talking about the last couple months, then wouldn’t Kenny technically be second?”

“But you’ve already been down this road with Kenny.”

“But still,” she quietly returned. She closed her eyes. Her head was starting to hurt.

“Do you want my honest advice?”

Alex reopened her eyes. “Of course,” she said.

“Alright, well here it is: if you’re this confused and you really don’t know what you want, then I think you need to just step back from the entire situation. You need to take care of you, Alex. That’s what’s most important. And after that… the things that are meant to be will work themselves out.”

Alex stared at the screen, her vision going distant and blurry as Kris’s words sunk in. They were hard to hear, but the truth was never easy to digest. All these weeks she’d contended with guilt and hurt and confusion and regret—and her own happiness had gotten lost in the process. She needed to find it again, and the only way to do it was to focus on herself.

“You’re probably right,” she admitted.

“I know it sucks,” Kris said. “But you deserve to be happy. And none of this is making you happy.”

“No shit.”

Kris pouted. “I wish I could actually be there for you. I’d go smack all three of them.”

Alex gave a watery laugh. “It’s the thought that counts.” She checked the time; it was a little after 5:00 p.m. “Well, I should probably go feed myself. I haven’t had anything to eat today except a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch this morning.”

Kris’s eyebrows arched. “Yes, please go eat. And don’t have Cinnamon Toast Crunch for dinner, too!”

“Yes, mom.”

They said goodbye, and Alex felt a little bit lighter; less burdened. Her heart still felt broken. But, for the first time in weeks, she had hope that it wouldn’t stay that way.

* * * * * * * * * *

Just as Matt had predicted, Callie’s plane touched down at Los Angeles International Airport just before 11:45 p.m. pacific time. She’d slept nearly the entire five-and-a-half-hour flight, and as she walked through the terminal to baggage claim, she couldn’t help but notice that she felt more energized than she had in weeks. The hustle and bustle of LAX was welcoming and familiar; the warm West Coast air filled her with a sense of nostalgia and comfort. And when she saw Matt waiting for her at arrivals, a smile on his face, she couldn’t help but propel herself forward and jump into his arms. Relieved.

“How was your flight?” he asked as he embraced her. “Not too bad, I guess?”

“It was perfect.” She stepped back from him and smiled. “Left right on time and I slept almost the whole way.”

He nodded. “Well then I guess you don’t need this.”

He gestured with the Starbucks cup in his hand. Callie had been so happy to see him that she hadn’t even noticed. “You got me coffee? You didn’t have to do that!”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I only got you one because I wanted one.”

Callie playfully rolled her eyes. The smirk on his face said otherwise.

“Decaf caramel macchiato, right?”

She nodded as she took the cup from him. “You remembered my order?”

“Yeah. It’s not like it’s anything crazy. Well, except the decaf part.”

Callie smiled and took a sip, hoping the cup would block the blush that had crept into her cheeks.

“Alright, well let’s get out of here,” Matt said as he grabbed the handle of one of her suitcases. “It’s over an hour drive back to my place.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie had worried that the drive to Matt’s house would be awkward. Even more, she worried he would ask her about what had happened at Adam’s house. But it turned out she didn’t need to worry at all. They’d just listened to music and talked about whatever; anything other than the current circumstances. How it felt to be back in California. What she’d missed most about it. Things they’d done together when she’d still lived there. It was light; comfortable. Part of her had worried that she would instantly regret flying out to stay with Matt. But the only thing she regretted was that it had taken her breaking up with Adam to finally come back home.

It was after one in the morning when they arrived. Matt carried both her suitcases through the front door and led her back to the guest room. It looked like it had been recently cleaned. She wondered if he’d done that for her.

“I’ll let you get settled,” he said as he put her suitcases next to the bed. “If you need anything, I’m just at the top of the stairs to the left.”

She smiled warmly at him. “Thank you, Matt. I really appreciate this.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. You can stay as long as you want.”

He started for the door—but then Callie had a thought. “Hey.” Matt turned back around, an expectant look on his face. “Um, I know it’s late, but between my five-hour sleep on the flight and the sugar in the coffee I’m not exactly tired. So, I don’t know… do you maybe want to watch a movie, or something?”

Callie immediately felt silly for asking. It was after one in the morning and Matt had just driven nearly three hours round-trip to pick her up from the airport. He probably just wanted to go to bed.

But then he gave her a crooked grin. “Yeah. We can watch a movie.”

She blushed again, and she was thankful for the dim light in the room.

Matt disappeared out the door, and Callie tossed open her suitcases and dug around for her pajama shorts and a comfy t-shirt, eager to get out of the clothes she’d been wearing for almost a full twenty-four hours across God knows how many states. As she finished changing, she noticed one of Matt’s hoodies hanging from the doorknob of the closet. It looked comfortable. She took it off the doorknob and pulled it on. It felt just as comfortable as it looked. Content, she threw her hair into a high messy ponytail and met Matt in the great room. He sat on the couch, his phone in his hand. A corner of his mouth quirked up when he saw her.

“Is that my hoodie?”

She smirked. “Yeah. It looked comfy. Is it alright if I wear it?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Something about the look in his eyes told her that Matt thought it was more than just “alright” that she was wearing his hoodie. Callie fidgeted and changed the subject. “So, what do you want to watch?”

He nodded toward the media cabinet. “See if there’s anything you like over there. If not, there’s always Netflix.”

Callie walked over to the media cabinet. It didn’t take long for her to find something that piqued her interest. She pulled a pink DVD box from the cabinet and held it up. “This,” she happily decided.

Matt’s brow furrowed. “Mean Girls? You’re gonna make me sit through that?”

“It’s in your collection,” she flatly pointed out.

He cleared his throat. “It’s, uh, Nick’s.”

She smirked again as she walked over and handed it to him. “Uh huh. Sure.”

He didn’t make any arguments as he took it from her and stood to put the DVD in the player. Callie sat down on the couch and made herself comfortable underneath a throw blanket, pulling her legs up. She grinned at Matt as he made his way back over and sat down next to her.

“Wanna hear something funny?” she asked.

“What?”

“So, after Kenny and Alex split up, she told Adam that the Elite were like the Plastics.”

She giggled as she watched him, awaiting his reaction. His face screwed up as he pressed play on the remote. “Please tell me you’re not being serious.”

“Deadly,” she confirmed. “She said that Kenny is Gretchen and Nick is Karen… and you’re Regina George.”

“What?” he shot. “Well, if that’s the case then Alex is Janis and Chuck, Trent, and Orange are collectively Damian.”

Callie let out a loud burst of laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. “So you are a fan of the movie,” she teased.

He pursed his lips. “Just shut up and watch it.”

She gently kicked him with her foot, but he caught her ankle and pulled her feet onto his lap. Callie adjusted so that she laid on the couch, her legs draped across him under the blanket and his hand on her shin, slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth across her skin. And it didn’t feel strange, watching the movie with Matt like that. It shocked her that she didn’t miss it being Adam. And even though she’d said she wasn’t tired, it wasn’t long before she closed her eyes and was lulled into sleep by the comfort of his touch.

“Callie.”

She heard Matt’s voice as if in a dream, half awake. The movie still played in the background. “Hm?”

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

She felt him gently take her hand, and she let him pull her up and off the couch and lead her back to the guest room. He helped her into bed, and as he pulled the covers up and over her, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. She pressed a half-conscious kiss to his cheek, the stubble of his beard rough against her lips.

“Goodnight,” he said, and Callie rolled over and slept.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie didn’t wake until almost 10:30 the next morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in that late. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept that well. She pushed back the covers and stretched, and she realized that she was still wearing Matt’s hoodie; she’d slept through the night in it. She remembered him helping her to bed, her pressing a kiss to his cheek as he said goodnight. Her stomach did a little flip. She tried not to dwell on it as she climbed out of bed, grabbed her phone, and walked into the great room. Matt was in the kitchen.

“Morning,” he greeted with a smile. He was already dressed, his hair tied back in its usual bun at the nape of his neck. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good, actually,” Callie answered as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He shrugged. “I thought about it, but you had a long day yesterday. I figured you needed the rest.”

She didn’t say anything in return. She knew he was right.

“I have some bacon and toast ready here for you,” he said. “Do you want eggs? I didn’t want them to get cold, so I held off making any.”

She shook her head. “The bacon and toast are fine. But I will take some tea if you have any?”

Matt smiled. “I actually went and bought some because I know you like it.”

He set to work making her up a cup, and Callie felt that flutter in her gut again. But then her phone chirped. It was a text from Britt.

How’s hotel living?

She stared blankly at the screen until it went black. Britt thought she was still in Jacksonville. Callie wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell her the truth.

“Everything alright?”

She looked up at Matt and nodded. “Yeah, just Britt checking in with me.”

She left it at that and opened the text. On second thought, she didn’t want to lie to Britt. If she did, it would only make it seem like her staying with Matt was more than it was. I’m actually in California.

“Does she know you’re here?” Matt asked as she pressed “send.”

“She does now.”

He nodded. “Does Adam know you’re here?”

Britt texted her back. With Big Brother Buck???

Callie internally rolled her eyes as she responded to her. Yes, she sent back. And then to Matt, “No.” She looked down at her lap. “I just thought it would be better not to tell him.”

He carried over a plate of crispy bacon and buttered toast and a steaming hot mug of tea. “I get it,” he said as he set them down in front of her. “Adam and I haven’t exactly been the best of friends lately.”

“Thanks,” Callie said as she picked up the tea. She blew on it and took a sip, relishing in the taste and warming comfort of it. He’d made it just right.

“So, do you want to talk about what happened yesterday?” he cautiously asked. “I understand if you don’t… but it might be good to just get it off your chest.”

Callie’s phone chirped again, but she silenced it and placed it screen-down on the table. She didn’t feel like dealing with Britt’s probing questions at the moment, and Matt was right. It would be good if she got it off her chest.

“He barely said a word to me when I showed up yesterday. He didn’t even try to stop me from leaving, and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t even try to fight for me.” She wrapped her hands around the mug, feeling its warmth radiate through her skin. “The only thing he did say was that he still loved me.”

Matt looked back at her. “Do you still love him?”

She let out a sigh. “I do. But sometimes being in love isn’t enough. Just saying it isn’t enough. I need to feel it, too. I need you to show me that you want me.” She blushed, suddenly realizing what she was saying. “God, that sounds super clingy, doesn’t it?” she said as picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

But Matt shook his head. “No. It makes perfect sense to me. And if Adam doesn’t want to show you, then it’s his loss. There are other guys out there who will.”

Callie’s chewing slowed to a stop as she looked into Matt’s eyes. Their dark brown color was so warm, so different than Adam’s bright blue. But their color wasn’t the only thing about them that set them apart from Adam’s. She saw emotion and truth in Matt’s eyes, two things that she hadn’t seen in Adam’s eyes in weeks.

And suddenly Callie thought—maybe she shouldn’t have told Britt where she was.

* * * * * * * * * *

“So, what’s the verdict, doc?”

Alex looked hopefully up at the trainer as he finished examining her ankle. She’d come to see him as soon as she could after arriving at Daily’s Place, eager to learn her prognosis. As much as she’d rested her ankle over the last two weeks, she expected to get the all-clear.

“I think you’re good,” he said. “But I want you to rest it one more week just to be sure.”

Alex wilted a bit, but she nodded. “Alright. It’s not like I’ve got anything going on anyway.”

She climbed down from the exam table, pulled on her sneaker, and went out the door with a wave. Now that that was done, she was headed straight back to the Best Friends locker room—and that was exactly where she intended to stay for the rest of the show. She would not go to catering, she would not accompany Chuck and Trent for the tag team gauntlet match, she would not pass “Go” or collect $200. There were far too many people she didn’t care to run into lurking around the halls of the arena.

Like Cash, for instance, who had just stepped out of FTR’s locker room into the hall. Because of course he had.

“Hey,” he said. Just to say something. It would have been rude not to say something.

“Hey,” Alex returned. They were only a few feet apart, but it felt like there was a massive, impassable ocean between them. She hated it. She couldn’t bear to be around it a second longer. “Um, I was just headed back from the trainer, so…” she awkwardly trailed off, unsure what to say next. So, she said the only thing she could think of to get herself out of there. “Well, good luck in the gauntlet match.”

She started to walk past him; but then Cash spoke up.

“How’s your ankle?”

Alex blinked, somewhat surprised that he’d asked. That he seemingly cared to ask. “Oh, it’s good. I feel fine, but he wants me to rest it another week just to be sure.”

He nodded. “That’s good,” he said, and Alex’s gaze went distant as she realized the sad irony of her choice of words. Ankle aside, she didn’t feel fine.

“Will you be out there for the gauntlet match? With Chuck and Trent.”

She focused back in on him. “Um, no,” she answered. She glanced down at her hands, anxiously picking at her nails. “So, you don’t have to worry about that.”

She looked back up at him. His face fell. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

She chewed on the inside of her mouth. How had he meant it, then? Had he hoped she would be out there? No, she couldn’t think that; she couldn’t hope that. It would probably only leave her disappointed. “Well, like I said… good luck tonight.”

She tried to leave again, but he said something that made her stop.

“Do you really mean that?”

Alex looked back at him. It didn’t seem like he thought she was being insincere in wishing him good luck. Instead, it looked like he genuinely wanted to know if she meant it. And the truth was, she did.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I do. I mean, of course I want Chuck and Trent to win; I want them to be the champions. But you and Dax deserve it, too. I know how hard you’ve worked to get here.”

Cash looked into her eyes. He gave her a sad, grateful smile. “Thank you, Alex,” he genuinely returned. “That means a lot.”

She nodded. She really needed to go now. “Just do me a favor: if Chuck and Trent don’t beat the Bucks, kick their ass extra hard for me, alright?”

He smiled again, more lighthearted that time. “Will do.”

Alex gave him one final grin, and then she turned and continued down the hall. That interaction hadn’t been as painful as she’d thought it would be at the start, but it still left a part of her wanting. She thought back to the conversation she’d had with Kris on Monday, to that thing she’d told her she’d read somewhere. If you fall in love with two people you should choose the second, because if you truly loved the first then you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the second. Then there was that other thing she’d told her: You’ve already been down this road with Kenny. Maybe she was right. Maybe Cash was the second.

But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. The Best Friends locker room was just a few yards ahead. The door opened—and Adam walked out. He stopped when he saw her.

“Oh, hey.”

Alex slowed to a stop. She was nervous to see him; and yes, a little bit angry, too. They hadn’t spoken since that night at the bar, when he’d sat across from her and so selfishly admitted his feelings. But then she noticed his eyes. They were bloodshot and glassy. He didn’t look sober.

“Hey,” she cautiously returned. “What’s going on?”

He took a few steps closer. “Um, I was just looking for you,” he explained as he pointed his thumb back at the locker room door. “Trent said you’d gone to see the trainer.”

She frowned up at him. “I don’t want to talk, Ad—”

“Callie ended it.”

Alex stopped. She felt for him, she really did. But she wasn’t surprised. She didn’t know what to say.

Adam swallowed. “She, um. She showed up at the house on Monday and told me it was over. She packed everything she could and left.”

Alex’s brow furrowed. “Is she still staying with Britt?”

He let out a soft, wry laugh. “That’s the thing. I didn’t know where she was going. She didn’t say. But uh, I was just walking back from catering to my locker room. I passed by hair and makeup and… I overheard Britt tell Penelope that she’s staying with Matt.”

The bottom dropped out of Alex’s stomach. She couldn’t believe it. She expected something like that from Matt Jackson, that fucking cocky asshole, but not Callie. And, suddenly, she wasn’t angry at Adam anymore. She was angry for him.

“She broke up with me and then immediately went running to Matt, of all the fucking people she could have gone to. And I know, I just know he loves that she did.”

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, becoming angrier with every word. Alex’s heart was broken for him. “I’m sorry, Ad—”

He cut her off. “Don’t be. That asshole’ll get what’s coming to him.”

And with that he walked off, leaving Alex wondering—and worrying—what exactly he meant.

* * * * * * * * * *

Callie’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since the tag team gauntlet match had started. Matt and Nick had already beaten the Natural Nightmares, and now they were in the midst of their second match against Best Friends. If they won, they would face FTR immediately after. If they beat FTR, they’d get a title shot against Kenny and Adam at All Out in just over a week. And the longer Callie watched, the more she realized: she wanted the Young Bucks to win. Tonight, and at All Out.

Matt had taken out Chuck with a chop to the knee on the ring apron, and now he and Nick had Trent isolated in the ring. Nick tagged in Matt; Matt grabbed Trent and hung him up on the ropes. Nick went to the top turnbuckle and hit a perfect 450 splash. Matt went for the cover—but Trent kicked out at two-and-a-half.

“Dammit,” Callie muttered.        

“I see who you’re rooting for,” Britt commented with a smirk.

“Well, obviously I don’t want Best Friends to win,” she returned.

Britt’s eyebrows arched. “No love lost between you and Alex then, huh?”

Callie didn’t comment. Alex was the next-to-last person she wanted to think about right now. The last was Adam.

“So how are things going with you and Big Brother Buck?” Britt asked.

Callie sent her a sidelong glance across the locker room. It was obvious she assumed something was going on between her and Matt. “We’re just friends, Britt,” she said. But she couldn’t help but add, “But I’m glad I decided to go out there.”

Britt’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Oh, really? Professor Jackson was a good host, huh? Did he teach you anything else while you were out there?”

“Britt!”

“Relax,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m just teasing you.”

Callie pursed her lips. She wasn’t entirely sure she was just teasing her. But her attention abruptly was drawn back to the TV when she heard Chris Jericho proclaim, “Oh look at this! Hangman!”

Callie’s brow furrowed. Hangman? She didn’t see Adam anywhere. But then the camera cut to the right side of the ring, and she couldn’t help but see him. He held onto Nick’s leg. Nick tried to break free, but he couldn’t. And then, Trent rolled up Matt and counted one-two-three.

“Oh shit,” Britt said.

Callie couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt herself starting to shake as she watched, unable to look away, trying to process what she’d just seen. Adam’s eyes were red and glassy. Nick and Matt stared at him—shocked, betrayed, confused. Matt screamed at Adam to look at him, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.  

“I need to go.” She stood from the couch and pushed her way out of the locker room, heart racing, thoughts going a million miles a minute. So fast that she couldn’t make sense of any of them. She couldn’t make sense of what Adam had just done, no matter how bad his relationship had gotten with the rest of the Elite.

She arrived at Gorilla just as Matt and Nick returned backstage. She didn’t even get the chance to open her mouth before Matt yelled, “Did you know he was gonna do that?”

She gaped at him, taken aback. Angry that he could even think that. “No! Of course I didn’t know, are you kidding me?”

He raked a hand through his sweat-damp hair and turned away, pacing. But then he abruptly stopped. “I bet I know who fucking did.”

He took off down the hall. Nick followed, just as heated as his brother. Callie practically had to run to keep up with them. “What are you doing?” she asked—but she got her answer when she saw the door to Best Friends’ dressing room just ahead. She panicked.

“Matt, don’t,” she implored. But he didn’t listen. He charged in without warning, sending the door flying against the wall with a loud bang! Callie had no choice but to go in after him.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

Alex nearly jumped a foot in the air from where she sat on the couch at the unexpected boom of Matt’s voice. But as soon as she got her bearings, her shock was instantly replaced with anger. “What the fuck, Matt?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he spat as he stalked toward her. “Did you put Adam up to what he just did out there?”

Alex’s lips parted in shock. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind,” she said.

“Have I?”

“Yeah, you fucking have.”            

“Cut the bullshit, Alex!” he proclaimed. “We all know you have every reason in the world to sabotage us, and you have Adam wrapped around your fucking finger just like you do Kenny!”

Callie reeled when Matt said that. But she didn’t have time to fully process it before Alex stood from the couch and stepped right up to him. Her eyes darkened.

“Nick, if you don’t want to become an only child then I suggest you get your brother out of here right now.”

Matt let out a low laugh. But before Nick could step in the door flew open again. Kenny hurried in, a mixture of panic and confusion on his face.

“Oh, perfect timing,” Matt sarcastically muttered.

“What the hell is going on?” Kenny asked. “I could hear you yelling from all the way down the hall!”  

“Matt burst in here screaming at me about how he thinks I had something to do with what Adam just did,” Alex answered.

“What?” Kenny hissed at Matt. But Matt ignored him.

“Oh, quit the innocent act, Alex!”

“I AM innocent!”

“Alright, come on,” Kenny took Alex by the waist and gently pushed her back as she tried to advance on Matt. But she wasn’t done.

“If you want to know why Adam sabotaged you then maybe you should take a look in the fucking mirror!”

Matt’s brow lowered. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Quit the innocent act, Matt,” she spat his own words back in his face. “How long did you wait to swoop in once you found out Callie and Adam were having problems?”

“What?” Matt charged. “I didn’t swoop in. I was being her friend.”

“By inviting her to come stay with you in California?”

The room went quiet; shocked. Callie’s heart jumped into her throat. How the hell did Alex know that she’d been in California? Did that mean Adam knew? He must. Her eyes flicked to Matt. He looked just as caught as her.

“You did what?” Kenny gaped. He glanced between Matt and Callie, eyes wide, waiting for an explanation. Matt bit down on his jaw.

“Like I said, I was just being her friend.”

“Oh my God,” Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose. It got Callie to finally speak up.

“There is nothing going on between Matt and me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Alex charged.

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” she returned. “How many guys do you have dangling on a line right now, Alex? Three? Four? I honestly can’t keep up.”

Alex took a threatening step forward, but Kenny pushed her back again. “Don’t bother, it’s not even worth it,” he said to her.

Callie scoffed. “Defending her like always.”

“Yeah, I am,” he returned. “Because she’s right. It’s no wonder Hangman threw the match with you two going behind his back like that.”

Matt’s mouth dropped. Betrayed. “Are you serious? Callie and I are just friends!”

“You’re supposed to be ADAM’S friend!”

Alex yelled so forcefully that it took her by surprise. But she was angry. She was so angry for Adam’s sake, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. “The only thing he’s ever wanted is your approval! That’s it! And your head is shoved so far up your own goddamn ass that you can’t see it! So just for one second, can you please pull it out and imagine—can you fucking imagine just for one goddamn second how it must have felt for him to find out secondhand from Britt-fucking-Baker that as soon as his girlfriend broke up with him she hopped a plane to fly clear across the country to stay with someone who’s supposed to be HIS friend?”

She finally stopped, out of breath, voice hoarse, dizzy from yelling. And then, the sound of the ring bell came from the TV. The last match of the gauntlet, Best Friends vs. FTR. She’d completely forgotten about it, what with Matt storming in on her. She turned to look. Her face fell as the ref raised Cash and Dax’s arms in victory. “Shit,” she cursed. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it when Matt spoke up again.

“Adam’s insecurities aren’t my problem,” he said. “If he has an issue with me giving my friend a place to stay, then tell him he can come talk to me like a man. Not sneak up on my brother and cost us a fucking title shot. What he’s feeling is personal. Interfering in our match is business.”

With that, he turned and stalked back out of the locker room, pushing his way through the door. Nick cast disappointed eyes at Kenny before he followed after his brother. Callie looked at Alex. She shook her head, her expression angry, and then she turned and walked out the door.

Alex’s shoulders slumped. Her head was pounding and her ears ringing, adrenaline still coursing through her. “What a fucking asshole,” she breathed.

Kenny gripped her arm. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head in disbelief. “I just can’t believe he thinks I would tell Adam to do that.”

He frowned. “You know how Matt gets when he’s angry. He jumps to conclusions.”

She nodded as she drew in a breath, trying to calm her nerves. She looked up at him. “Um, thank you for coming in here. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to deal with that on my own.”

“Of course,” he softly said. “But you tore him a new one, so I think you would’ve been fine.”

He gave her a lopsided grin, and she couldn’t help but return it. There was that feeling again, those three little-big words. But, at the moment, there were more pressing matters than her complicated feelings for Kenny. “Well, I’m gonna go meet Chuck and Trent. I’m sure they’re not happy.”

Kenny nodded. “Yeah, go.”

Alex nodded and, somewhat reluctantly, made for the door. But she stopped and looked back at him, a thought occurring to her. “About the text you sent me… I want you to know that I’m not mad at you, Kenny. I’m mad at myself. And because of that… I do need some time.”

He nodded again, his blue eyes soft. “I know, Alex. And I understand.”

She gave him a thankful smile, and then she went out the door, her heart a little stronger than it had been five minutes ago.

* * * * * * * * * *

Matt couldn’t wait for Adam to come talk to him and Nick. Part of it was because he was still so angry, but it was mostly because he knew Adam wouldn’t come talk to them. He was a coward. Only cowards would do what he’d done tonight. So, he decided that he had no choice but to go confront him himself.

He stalked through the halls of Daily’s Place, Nick close behind. They found Adam right where they expected him to be.

“Of course you’re at the bar!” Nick shouted. “Of course you are!”

Adam stood there, mute, a drink in his hand. There were two more drinks sitting on the bar. It was obvious he was waiting for someone. Matt let out a laugh.

“Are you expecting someone, Hangman?” he asked with a gesture at the drinks. “Are you kidding me?”

Adam didn’t answer. He still couldn’t look at him; at either of them.

“Why’d you do it, huh?” Nick pressed, getting right in his face. “You cost us a title match. Why? Are you afraid to face us again, is that why?”

“No, he’s insecure!” Matt proclaimed. “He’s insecure about his friendships, he’s insecure about his relationship, and it all finally pushed him to this.”

Adam finally looked at him when he said that. Angry. Matt could see it in the set of his jaw, in the tension in his shoulders, in his bloodshot and glazed-over eyes. But there wasn’t just anger in his eyes; there was also guilt and shame. He’d done this to himself. He pushed his friends and his girlfriend away—and he knew it. But Matt didn’t feel sorry for him. Not anymore.

He stepped closer. “Apparently, all you’ve ever wanted was our approval. Well, guess what: you had it, Hangman. You had it. But not anymore.”

Adam opened his mouth—but Matt snatched his drink from his hand before he could speak. He didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.

“And you know what? It’s about damn time someone told you the truth. You’re nothing but a drunk.”

He tossed the whiskey in Adam’s face. And then Matt said something that he’d been wanting to say to Adam for months.

“You’re out of the Elite.”

With that, he and Nick turned and left Adam there at the bar, covered in alcohol, alone.

[horrorslashergirl]

Slasher Analyze

Warning: Don't read if you haven't watched the movies, because they have Spoilers.

There are so many new slashers from horror movies out there and they don't get enough credit in the horrorverse. I am gonna do some characteristic analyze for two of my favorites: Chromeskull and The Collector.

Slasher: Chromeskull

Real Name: Jesse Cromeans

Residence: Florida, Jacksonville

Movie: Laid to rest

He is a 6'7 tall slasher with no supranatural characteristic, but he does have some real interesting ones.

Possible necrophiliac?

In the second movie of his, Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2, there is a scene where Jesse kisses Princess Gemstones corpse, its a pretty erotic or morbid scene, depending from which point of view you look, but viewing this scene for like over 10 times it made me think what other things Jesse has done to the corpses of his victims.

Rich as fuck

His car is a Chrysler 300c from 2008 and the first movie in which appeard was 2009, so just one year old. You have to have some făt money to afford such a luxury. Then in the second movie the police has found Princess Gemstones phone which belonged to Jesse and they asked what is a girl with a 10.000$ phone doing in a 50 dollars room hotel if I am right.

Doctor/Surgeon?

In the first movie Steven who found out information about Jesses its a possibility he might be a surgeon. Also his cutting style is done with such precision that the police could make the difference between Jesses and Prestons kills. When Jesse was operated in the second movie and was dreaming there is a scene of an surgeon, male and a young boy from the looks of it. Might be a possibility that was Jesses father and he followed his steps?

Dark sense of humor

That is a little obivious when Princess Gemstone tried to save a blonde girl tied down, but run when Jesse made his apparence. He waved his hand in a mocking like way. In the second movie Preston begged Jesse not to kill him and teach him how to do it. Jesse nodded then chopped Prestons head off.

Age?

In the movie it is stated that Jesses possible age is in-between 30-40. I think he is somewhat 38, Maybe? Building up his organization and double life takes some time.

Slasher: The Collector

Name: Officially unknown, but it might be a possibility that his name is Asa Emory.

This is from his second movie The Collection 2012. It looks like a degree in Entomology and we can make out a little his name.

Movies: The Collector 2009, The Collection 2012

Sadistically Perverted?

In the first movie he is observing how Jill and her boyfriend are making out and when her boyfriend takes her bra off, Asa is licking his lips. Turned on?

When he sees Hannah all scared he pretty much grins, you can literally see that sadistic glint in his eyes.

In the second movie we meet Abby, one of his still alive victims and she is all dolled up, smuged make up, red lipstick. Now, I am not gonna critizeze Asa's make up skills, but aren't we all wondering what he did with Abby. She stated 'He likes me'.

Age?

There's a faint guess and I am thinking just like Jesse, 30-40, but I go with a 35 one. Been an Entomologist and a licensed one takes some years and study, plus he has his own Extermination company, a two story house that isn't really cheap if we think about it.

All in all these guys share alot of similarities, beside their gruesome kills, the internet and wiki villains has stated that they are sick and disturbed perverts, they also hide in plain sight, having double lives.

I was just bored and I watched these movies so many times that I wanted to write it.

[canaryrecords]

Eleven songs that Mary Steele recorded between October 1919 and ca. May 1921 were released on discs. This collection includes seven of those along with two sides by her sometimes accompanists, the Antoniou Brothers. She was one of only only four women to have recorded in the Turkish language (the only one who wasn’t Greek, it turns out), the second woman to have recorded in Arabic, and the only Woman and in Albanian in the U.S during the 1910s and 20s. Phrases in both Armenian and Kurdish turn up in her recordings. Because of her broad linguistic capabilities and her Anglicized name, she baffled me for years - who was she? where was she from? - and I would not have known anything substantial about her had I not been contacted by her great-grandnephew Rob Steel. He has done a lot of research on her, providing a basis from which I could do some more investigation. What follows is an amalgamation of what we have learned. Mary Steele was born in Mersin, Turkey February 21, 1887, the sixth of eight children. Steele’s father was Hanna Luke Boulad, born July 15, 1856 in Aintab (now Gaziantep) in southern Turkey who came from a Melkite Catholic family. While attending a Presbyterian missionary college in Mersin he met Mary’s mother Freda, a fellow student, who had been born in Aleppo, Syria August 31, 1860. They were married and had their first child Phoebe in 1875 in Gaziantep. Over the next 25 years, Hanna took various teaching jobs back and forth from one city to the next, spending a few years in Mersin, a few in Gaziantep, then Tarsus, then back to Gaziantep, then Mersin, back to Gazientep, back to Mersin, then finally, by 1900, to Beirut by which time they had eight children, all boys except Phoebe, the oldest, and Mary, who was then 13. At the urging of a missionary neighbor in Beirut, an American Consul named Dr. Metheny, they sent their two eldest sons, Saul and Alex, to the U.S. In 1901, they sent two more sons William and John. By 1902, Freda Boulad was disconsolate at the breakup of her family, so, with sponsorship from the Presbyterian church, Hanna sold his possessions and packed up the family of including his wife, two small boys,15-year-old Mary, her older sister Phoebe, and Phoebe’s husband and two children, and they sailed from Beirut to Marseille to Philadelphia, arriving August 13, 1902. The family settled in south Philadelphia. By 1910 56 year old Hanna had left behind the life of a scholar and was working as an upholsterer, living on Glenmore Ave. with his wife, a 27 year old son Joseph (also in upholstering), his wife Christine and their two children, and an 11 year old son Benjamin (working in a soap factory). The family name Boulad (meaning, roughly, “strong” in Arabic) had been changed at the port to Steele, and Hanna was called John. His gifts for language were utilized periodically, including, according to family lore, consultation with Egyptologist Dr. Howard Carter (best known at the discoverer of Tutankhamen’s grave), but he resigned himself, unhappily it seems, to American life. While most of the family stayed settled in the working-class south Philly suburbs of Glenolden and Collingdale for decades, Mary Steele traveled. Family documents refer to her having been married at 14, but the first marriage we’re fairly sure of is to one William Gladstone Richardson in January 1912 in either Iowa City or Chicago, depending on which document can believed. Richardson was Mary’s age, 25 at the time, and a native of Farina IL. They apparently had a child and were still married and living together in St. Louis, Missouri in 1920. Richardson he died in 1958, now buried in Ronan, Montana. Steele seems to have spent the better part of 30 years living the life of a performer on the road. She turned up in in New York City at the age of 32 for six recording sessions for the Victor company from October 2 through December 24, 1919. Accompanied by a portly pair of cymbalom- and clarinet-playing Greek brothers from Samos (an island that remained a semi-independent Ottoman territory until it was repatriated to Greece in 1913 during the First Balkan War), she initially recorded four songs in Arabic. The first disc was given a write-up blurb in Victor’s Arabic catalog of the time: “The first selection ‘My Rose’ tells of a youth’s ardent admiration for his sweetheart whose beauty he compares to the rose. In the song on the reverse of the record, ‘Father I Want to Get Married,” a girl confesses to her father her love for a blind man and she tells him that even his misfortune will not detain her from marrying him. The composer, Mme S. Mary, a new Victor artist, sings these Syrian melodies to the accompaniment of cymbal and clarinet.” A few days later, the Antoniou Brothers made four instrumental sides which were released as part of Victor’s Greek series, two of which include Steele playing percussion (and on one of which she can be heard shouting encouragement to the players in the background). The trio returned to the studio every couple weeks over the next two months, cutting four songs in Greek and Albanian over and over again. Victor’s recordists must have thought they had something special in Steele as a performer to let her cut the song “Cuchawaki (The Gamblers)” a total of fifteen times, “Ismenyes” twelve times, and “Ardhi Koha A Bekuar” eleven times during a period when most immigrant musicians got only one or two takes to complete a performance for release. Only the latter of those three songs, translated from Albanian as “Hurrah for the Nation” was ever issued with “Flamuri (The Flag)” (completed in three takes) as its flip, likely as an attempt to salvage something salable from the sessions. The disc sold poorly, which is unsurprising given that the Albanian-speaking population of the U.S. numbered only a few thousand at the time. (Notably, Victor only ever issued four other discs in Albanian, all recorded in 1917-18 by Giuseppe Mauro with accompaniment by the house orchestra before trying one last time in 1924 when they issued five songs by Adreas Pappas-Athanas Mone.) Around March of 1921, she recorded again, this time with a new band for Columbia at their Woolworth Building studios. In two sessions, she knocked out five songs in a combination of Turkish and Arabic in one or two takes. One of the songs was issued as the flip side of a song by Marika Papagika (one of the rare instances of Papagika singing in Turkish). After her session in May 1921, she never recorded again. The 1930 census found Steele living with a Greek man named Stelianos Grigorlides at the New Jackson Hotel in Chicago’s Greektown, giving her occupation as “dancer” and her language spoken other than English as “Armenian.” May 1931, she married an Athenian named George Zamanos in New York City, but it didn’t last. By 1935, at the age of 48, she heeded the family call and moved to Jacksonville, Florida to take care of her then-widowed mother Freda. Her brother John (b. 1886) died that year; Alex (b. 1882) had died in 1915. While she was there, she filed her Declaration of Intent to naturalize as a U.S. citizen, having lived as an alien in this country for 35 years. She gave her race and nationality as “Armenian.” We can only speculate that as a Christian from Turkey, having lived among Greeks and Armenians in nightclubs, theaters, and coffeehouses for decades, her identification with those groups was stronger, or potentially easier for mainstream America to comprehend, than with her Arab family. Or perhaps her mother was Armenian? By 1940, Mary Steele had resettled closer to her remaining family in south Philadelphia at 2535 67th St. living with an Armenian rug cleaner named Harry Hachrian, who was listed as a lodger in a house she owned. She gave her marital status as “widow,” but in March 1944 she filed a summons for divorce against George Zamanos in Nevada, apparently the last place she knew that he’d lived. She apparently died in 1948, about age 60. Her younger brother Joseph, born Sept. 6, 1895 in Gaziantep, also wound up working in show-biz as Ingrid Bergman’s business manager. In 1959, he published a memoir titled Ingrid Bergman: An Intimate Portrait. He died in 1980.

[chicgeekgirl89]

The Honeymooners: Chapter 2

A/N: I’m back! I’m here! I’m slower at writing than ever! Enjoy the second chapter of Densi’s summer vacation!

Read Chapter 1 Here

They touched down in Jacksonville half an hour later. Medical was brought on board to deal with the elderly woman Kensi had helped and Cherise, the flight attendant. Kensi and Deeks were at the back of the plane meaning they were some of the last to disembark.

By the time they reached the gate it was packed with people attempting to change their flights. “Who would’ve thought Lima would be the vacation destination of the year?” Kensi asked as they squeezed into the cue.

“Apparently everyone.” Deeks grunted as a woman carrying a small dog elbowed him in the ribs.

It took another hour for them to get to the counter. The attendant looked harried and exhausted but she smiled at them anyway. “Hello how can I help you?”

“Well my wife and I here, we were on the flight to Lima and we didn’t exactly end up in Lima,” Deeks told her.

“What’s your last name?”

Deeks gave her all the relevant information and she spent a good five minutes clicking away on her keyboard. “All right Mr. and Mrs. Deeks, I can book you on a 5:00pm flight,” she said brightly.

Kensi checked her watch. Two hours from now. Perfect. They would only miss about half a day.

“Let me just confirm the details one more time,” the gate attendant said. “That’s two tickets for Mr. Martin Deeks and Mrs. Kensi Deeks on the 5:00pm flight that leaves Monday, June 17.”

Deeks blinked at her. “I’m sorry, did you say Monday?”

“Yes that’s when the next available flight with two seats is.”

“But it’s Friday.”

“Yes.”

“Monday at 5:00 is like, three full days from now.”

“Yes sir.”

Deeks looked at Kensi. “You have no flights available between now and Monday at 5:00pm?”

“I’m sorry, no. The airline will be able to compensate you for three night’s stay at a Jacksonville hotel on this list.” She handed them a laminated piece of paper. “Air Peru apologizes for the inconvenience.”

“This is unbelievable,” Kensi said, trying to reign in her frustration. She knew it wasn’t this airline employee’s fault, but she hadn’t waited six months for her honeymoon to spend half of it in Jacksonville.

“We could try another airline,” Deeks offered as they stepped away from the counter.

“And pay for another pair of tickets?” Kensi asked. “That’s not going to leave you much for guinea pig sandwiches.”

“Call Hetty?”

“I don’t want to bother her,” Kensi said. 

“Then…I guess we just wait it out? There must be something fun to do around here for a few days.”

“Fine. Let’s just get to the hotel and find some dinner.”

Deeks stepped back to the counter. “Hi, okay, so we’re going to stay at the Best Western.”

She tapped her keyboard. “I’m sorry sir that hotel is booked.”

“Completely?”

“Yes.”

Deeks took a breath and tried to remain calm. “What about the La Quinta?”

She tapped away. “Also booked.”

“Okay, is there a hotel on this list that isn’t fully booked?”

She typed for a long time. “Yes, Manny’s Inn and Casino has one room available.”

“Manny’s Inn and Casino. Of course,” Deeks said, feeling his shoulders growing more tense by the second. “I guess we’ll take it.”

“Excellent. If you could just give me your information.”

Deeks proceeded to repeat all the information he’d given her five minutes prior and half an hour later they were in an Uber on their way to the hotel. “Gonna do a little gambling tonight?” their driver asked.

“I don’t think so,” Kensi told him drily.

The Uber was one of those little, electric cars so they were both crammed into the backseat with their backpacks. The driver zipped through traffic like laws didn’t apply and Deeks wondered if they would even make it to the hotel alive.

“What are you doing in Jacksonville?” the driver asked, clearly not picking up on their “don’t talk to me” signals.. 

“It’s our honeymoon,” Deeks said. “We’re on the way to Lima.”

“Ooooh your honeymoon! Congratulations!” He frowned. “But you’re going to Lima? That doesn’t seem too romantic.”

“We’re the adventurous type,” Deeks said when it became apparent that Kensi wasn’t in a talking mood with her knees by her ears.

“Oh I see, I see. Well make sure you make the most of your time here in Jacksonville before you go if you know what I mean. Can’t imagine you could get up to much hanky panky all the way down there.” He chuckled and Kensi rolled her eyes.

He continued to chat all the way to their hotel. By the time they arrived the Deeks’ knew more about crawfish boils, gators, and illegal moonshine than they could ever have wanted to. “Thanks,” Deeks said as he paid while Kensi walked inside with their bags.

“Hey, listen,” the driver handed him a coupon. “Take the missus somewhere nice tonight. This is my brother’s place, Al’s Crab Shack. They do the best seafood this side of the Atlantic! They’ll treat you right!”

Deeks took the crumpled and slightly greasy coupon. “Good to know.”

“Good luck!” he hollered and then floored it out of the parking lot.

The hotel was worse than Deeks could have imagined. It looked like an adult entertainment store had mated with an arcade and then eaten a lot of tuna fish. Kensi was standing at the desk, her face resigned to the fact that this vacation was turning out to be yet another disaster.

“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Deeks,” the desk clerk said in a monotone voice. “In your welcome packet you will find your room keys, a voucher good for half off one drink with purchase of three drinks at the hotel bar, and a pricing guide for the wifi. The hotel casino is twenty-four hours. Have a good stay.”

“There’s a pricing guide for the wifi?” Deeks asked as they walked to the elevator.

“Apparently ‘all-inclusive’ isn’t in their vocabulary,” Kensi said.

They opened their room door and Deeks snorted. “Of course it’s twin beds.”

“Of course,” Kensi said, dropping her pack onto the one nearest the door.

Deeks came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “It just means we can cuddle.”

She turned to face him. “Maybe we should go home.”

“And miss out on the honeymoon adventure of a lifetime? C’mon Kens! What’s a little delayed flight and crappy motel room got on us? For better or for worse right?”

“Yeah I didn’t think that part of our vows meant our honeymoon was going to be the worse.”

He cupped her face in his hands. “It won’t be. You and me baby. We’ve got this.”

She sighed. “All right. Let’s stay. But you need to feed me like right now before I change my mind.”

“Done!”

It turned out that while Al’s might not exactly live up to its reputation as the “best” seafood on the east coast, it was the only place within walking distance of their hotel. “Oh my god,” Deeks’ eyes grew huge as they walked inside. “Okay, new aesthetic for the bar.”

The walls were covered in paraphernalia that had been reclaimed from the ocean. Crab pots, tackle boxes, paddles, and a wide variety of mounted fish were on display for all to see.

“You already have one fish. I don’t think we need anymore,” Kensi said as they settled into their table.

“But what if he gets lonely? Maybe he needs a fishy girlfriend to keep him company,” Deeks said, indicating a large bass that had a pink bow on top.

“Howdy everyone and welcome to Al’s Crab Shack,” their server said. “My name is George and I will be your server tonight. Would you like to hear about our specials?”

“We would love to hear about the specials George,” Deeks said, in his element as he watched his bride’s obvious distaste.

“For our appetizer this evening we have a deep fried cheese stick, deep fried shrimp, deep fried jalapeño popper platter. Very popular with the large groups. Our dinners tonight are the twice fried crab legs and our deep fried cheeseburger with deep fried cheese topping. These are both served with our triple fried potato chips. Would you like to order now?”

“I think we need a minute,” Kensi said and he moved on to help a retired couple who couldn’t read the menu or hear very well judging from how loudly George was speaking to them. “Is there anything on this menu that’s been fried less than twice?”

“This is the deep south babe. Fried is what they do best.”

“I’ll bet the hospitals make a killing on heart attacks.”

George returned. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” Deeks straightened his menu. “I will have the deep fried seafood platter with a side of the deep fried fries.”

“Excellent choice. One of our most popular items. And for you ma’am?”

Kensi wrinkled her nose. “I guess I’ll have the deep fried salad? Any chance you can hold the deep fried?”

“Ma’am all of our items come fully prepared and frozen for maximum freshness and quality so no, we cannot hold the deep fried.”

“Okay then.” Kensi watched him walk away. “I’m not sure we should eat here.”

“Look babe, this place is packed! The food must be good.”

The food was not good. Kensi picked at her salad trying to find the freshest bits while Deeks chewed through four crab legs, six shrimp, two pieces of cod, and entire plate of french fries. “It’s like I’m back in college,” he said between bites. 

“You ate like this in college?”

“You’re telling me, KayKay Blye, queen of the junk food, didn’t partake in the occasional fried food binge in the dining hall cafeteria?”

“Not like this.”

“Liar. If they had a deep fried Twinkie on this menu you would be all over it.”

“Yes, one Twinkie would be fine. You’re eating a coronary on a plate.”

“What a way to go.”

Kensi rolled her eyes.

She hopped in the shower when they got back and when she was done Deeks hopped her. “Deeks, these are twin beds,” she gasped as he kissed her neck. “There’s not enough room.”

“Think of it as a challenge,” he said with a grin, his hands sliding down her thighs in a way that made her shiver.

There were a few more minutes of making out and then Deeks sat up, a little breathless as he stripped off his shirt. Kensi caught a glimpse of his face and she frowned. “Babe are you okay?”

He was sweaty and pale and even a little green, but maybe that was just the lighting. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah I’m great.”

He definitely seemed great for the next two hours. Maybe being trapped in Jacksonville wasn’t so bad after all. 

[doecease]

    ⧼         park   sooyoung,   cis   female,   she/her         /         cross   you   out   by   charli   xcx   &   sky   ferreira         +         the   rasp   of   a   loved   book   opening   ,   steam   curling   up   from   a   cup   of   expresso   ,   and   an   old   ,   threadbare   sweater   slung   over   the   back   of   a   chair         ⧽         ━━         don’t   look   now,   but   that’s   isabella   swan  .   the   twenty  -  three   year   old   human   has   been   here   in   seattle   for   four   months,   and   is   a   high   school   literature   teacher  .   they’ve   always   been   dependable   &   observant,   but   i   guess   this   town   just   brings   out   the   worst   in   people   ;   apparently,   they’ve   been   way   more   pigheaded   &   sarcastic   than   usual.   it   wouldn’t   surprise   me   if   they   knew   what   was   going   on.    *  mental  shield  !

    hi  all  ,  this  is  going  to  be  a  quick  intro  that  restates  what  we  all  probably  know  .  but  if  you’d  like  to  plot  with  bella  ,  please  like  this  and  i’ll message  you  .  or  bother  me  on  discord  (  team bella#3415  )  because  i  want  to  write  with  everyone  !  <3  NOTE  :  discussion  of  depression  and�� suicide  are  below  the cut  .

bella   swan   was   born   to   parents   who   loved   each   other   very   much   .   but   who   were   no   longer   in   love   with   each   other   .   renee   dwyer   ,   who   had   always   been   a   very   flighty   woman   ,   had   started   to   stagnate   in   the   relationship   that   she   shared   with   charlie   swan   .   he   was   constantly   at   work   or   caring   for   his   parents   .   she   was   at   home   constantly   because   there   was   nowhere   (  really  )   to   go   and   the   constant   cloud   cover   seemed   to   cover   everything   with   an   unpleasant   aura   .   

so   six   months   after   bella   was   born   ,   renee   filed   for   divorce   .   when   she   went   back   home   to   california   ,   she   got   a   job   .   and   thankfully   ,   bella   was   a   grounding   influence   .   renee   was   content   with   her   hobbies   ,   of   which   she   had   a   lot   ,   and   with   changing   churches   -   but   she   didn’t   shake   up   bella’s   life   with   a   big   decision   until   she   moved   them   to   phoenix   ,   arizona   .  

during   her   childhood   ,   she   would   go   and   visit   charlie   for   one   month   every   summer   .   and   quite   frankly   ,   she   hated   it   there   -   in   a   way   that   a   child   does   .   charlie   didn’t   have   cable   and   most   of   her   time   was   spent   running   wild   (  and   tripping  )  with   the   black   siblings   .   at   home   ,   she   never   felt   like   she   fit   in   .   

she   always   felt   …   slightly   different   from   her   peers   .   she   was   responsible   ,   independent   -   and   often   functioned   as   her   mother’s   caretaker   .   extraordinarily   clumsy   (   to   an   extent   that   some   would   label   her   as   a   death   magnet  )   ,   she   preferred   to   stay   home   and   read   with   the   goal   of   eventually   becoming   a   high   school   teacher   .  

a   few   months   before   bella's   senior   year   ,   her   mother   finally   got   married   to   phil   dwyer   .   it   was   a   short   affair   ,   bella   held   flowers   while   they   exchanged   vows   and   watched   as   the   few   guests   that   they   had   commented   on   just   how   young   renee   looked   .   and   it   was   true   :   phil   made   renee   feel   young   .   bella   ,   on   the   other   hand   ,   did   not   .   with   phil's   career   requiring   him   to   be   on   the   move   constantly   ,   renee   chafed   :   since   bella   was   still   at   school   in   phoenix   ,   she   was   unable   to   go   with   him   .   so   as   the   responsible   teenager   she   was   ,   bella   decided   to   go   to   forks   to   live   with   her   father   .   and   that's   where   ...   well   ,   twilight   begins   .   after   the   events   of   twilight   and   most   of   new   moon   ,   this   is   where   the   familiar   story   begins   to   diverge   . 

(  TW  :  DEPRESSION  AND  ATTEMPTED  SUICIDE  )  when   bella   makes   the   impulsive   decision   to   go   cliff   -   diving   ,   the   riptide   catches   her   .   but   it   takes   a   little   longer   for   him   to   get   her   to   safety   .   that   near   -   death   experience   combined   with   the   death   of   harry   clearwater   is   enough   for   charlie   to   ship   bella   back   to   live   with   renee   in   jacksonville   .   because   of   charlie   and   renee's   worry   ,   they   immediately   made   sure   she   attended   sessions   with   a   psychiatrist   for   treatment   for   her   depression   .   in   addition   to   that   ,   renee   began   to   take   on   a   more   mothering   role   :   making   sure   bella   began   to   make   friends   again   and   tried   to   put   her   experiences   in   forks   behind   her   .

 she   enrolled   in   college   classes   and   decided   to   pursue   a   teaching   degree   ,   which   she   completed   in   an   exceptionally   short   amount   of   time   due   to   her   single-minded   focus   .  after   an   additional   year   of   student   teaching  and  her  subsequent  licensing  ,   bella   began   to   apply   for   teaching   positions   .   however   ,   since   she   felt   really   guilty   about   how   things   had   gone   with   charlie   and   because   ...   she   still   held   onto   the   thought   that   the   cullens   might   come   back   one   day   ,   bella   accepted   a   position   at   one   of   seattle's   high   schools   .  

she   has   convinced   herself   that   she's   here   to   make   amends   for   her   rough   teenage   years   .   but   she   didn't   expect   things   to   be   so   rough   -   or   to   be   inundated   with   so   many   memories   .   sometimes   ,   she   almost   swears   she   can   see   the   familiar   faces   of   vampires   she   knows   .   but   they   disappear   in   the   crowd   -   and   bella   has   written   them   off   of   as   part   of   her   depression   :   she   must   be   hallucinating   and   seeking   out   dangerous   experiences   again   .   she   is   fighting   herself   though   .   because   she   refuses   to   believe   that   she's   slipping   down   that   path   again   after   she   did   so   well   ,   especially   since   she's   spent   the   last   five   years   learning   how   to   take   care   of   herself  .  

[yesloverboy]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

thanks to @colsonbakersnosering for tagging me! 

1. Are you named after anyone? The story goes that my parents were inspired by the character Ashley Williams from The Evil Dead franchise (but rly I just think my parents were edgelords and don’t want to accept that they gave me a basic 90s name).

2. When was the last time you cried? Two days ago my mom and I went to the vet’s office to pick up my dog’s ashes and I cried a lil bit :’( 

3. Do you have kids? fuuuuuck no.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? fuuuuuuck yeah. 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? It sounds weird, but I’m always really hyper aware of what people are wearing. Like if someone brings up a memory or a moment, I can usually remember the exact outfit they were wearing.

6. What’s your eye color? Green! They’re like a little bit of a yellow-green color so sometimes they bounce back and forth. 

7. Scary movie or happy ending? SCARY. I am a horror film slut, y’all. 

8. Any special talents? Idk if this counts as a ‘special’ talent but I am really good at guessing the endings to movies/books/tv episodes. 

9. Where were you born? Jacksonville, Florida. 

10. What are your hobbies? Playing guitar, watching horror movies, traveling, hiking, writing, drawing. I’m a jack of all trades, apparently. 

11. Do you have any pets? Not at the moment, but I used to have a great dane and a french bulldog around 6 months ago. They were totally best friends so they died within a few months of each other. 

12. What sports do you play/have played? lmaoooo I am no athlete. I was a total theatre nerd. I was even on an improv team for god’s sake. 

13. How tall are you? 5′4 I am a little goblin with a big personality.

14. Favorite subject in school? History!! I have an incredible memory when it comes to factual information. 

15. Dream job? Either a novelist or a screenwriter. I know I write fics on here, but I also have a regular blog and countless short stories and book chapters in progress.

I tag @vamprlestat, @abbysdogcollar, @zombryz, @sav-tyler, @kingbouji3, @prettyyoungandbored, @misguidedgghostss, @doragirl13, @helpls, @captinkirc 

(ik it’s not exactly 15 mutuals but just work w me here) 

[actuallyspencerreid]

Unbreakable || ch 4

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Tags: @mantlereid @everyday-imfangirling @princesswagger14 @jason-gideon-is-my-dad @bauboywonder @cynbx @the-unfortunate-fangirl @hearts-to-the-sky @spencerreidreads @whiskeybucky @ultrarebelheart @obsessivereader36 @hiya-imthatgirl @qu3n-elizab3th @dreamxcollide @sarrahgoode @literallyprentissstwin @wotmendes @pianista-bookworm @happypeachsuit

———

Dave’s intentions were good. He didn’t know that your parents would be pay attention to the Virginia newspapers. No one could have guess that your parents would take the effort to check up on you after what happened at the Fremont Police station just a month ago.

You were gathering your case files after the morning briefing when you cell started ringing with an unknown number.

“Hello?”

“You were going to get married without telling us?” You groaned at the sound of your mother's voice. “Are you really that low that you wouldn’t include your parents in your nuptials?”

You rolled your eyes. “How did you know that I was getting married, Mother?”

“Someone named David Rossi posted an announcement in the Virginia Gazette.”

You looked out at the bullpen, where Dave was talking to Morgan. Of course he did. You shut the conference room door, not wanting the entire FBI to hear your conversation.

“Yes, Mother. Spencer and I are getting married next year.” You smiled softly at your fiance, who was looking up at you with a confused expression. You shook your head slightly, answering his unspoken question. “Are you okay?”

“So you really are settling.” You could hear the disgust on her voice. “It’s very disrespectful that you didn’t discuss this with us, (Y/N). Even more disrespectful that Steven didn’t both to ask for our blessing beforehand.”

“His name is Spencer.” You snapped. “And as I said last month, I don’t answer to you anymore! Save for that one day, we haven’t spoken in over eight years. Your opinion about who I’m with and what I’m doing means nothing to me. I don’t even know how you got my number, but I’m glad you did as I can now block you. Have a good day, Mother!”

You hung up before she could say anything. Taking a deep breath, you wiped away the couple of tears that had started spilling. Pacing for just a quick minute, you gathered your wits.

“You have a case to get to,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing your case file. Not paying attention, you swung the conference room door open and almost ran into Spencer.

“Everything okay?” He asked, arms instinctually wrapping around your waist loosely.

You nodded. “Rossi posted a wedding announcement in the Gazette and apparently my parents found it. That was my mother, being disappointed in me as per usual.”

He pulled you close, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “Well we’re all proud of you, so what do they matter anyway.”

You laughed, the tension in your chest dissipating. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He leaned down and pecked your lips softly. “Now come on, we have a case to solve. In Florida.”

-----

You sighed as you laid back on the bed in you and Spencer’s hotel room. You were ending day four of your investigation, and another body was found just as the team was packing up for the night. This one was different though. Before, when your unsub killed, they were just dumping the bodies at various parks in Jacksonville. This time around, your victim was posed in a tux on the steps of a church. You were drifting out of consciousness when you’d connected a few dots.

“Spence!” You called out to your fiance, who was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He rushed out, hair still dripping wet and toothbrush in his mouth.

“I think our unsub is a woman.” You scrambled around for your files, laying them out on the bed to help explain your thinking. “She’s killing men who are specifically on their way to the altar. I bet if we asked the family of tonight's victim, they’d say he was slated to get married in the next couple months or so.”

“Maybe she was slighted by a husband or boyfriend.” Spencer wiped the excess toothpaste from his face after unceremoniously spitting into a disposable cup on his nightstand. “How does she know that these men are engaged? Men don’t walked around with any indication of involvement until after the wedding.”

“Wedding planners know the couples daily schedule. Aside from the actual couple, wedding planners know the most intimate details because they have to accurately determine what exactly the couple wants on their most important day.”

“And except for the third victim, all of the couples had the same wedding planner.” Spencer was already on the phone as you pulled your jacket on. “He might have been her real target. Everyone else was just a surrogate.”

“Hotch. We know who our unsub is.”

-----

You sat on the plane with Spencer, leaning on him and watching as he played poker with Derek and Emily.

“We should get married.” You said quietly, impulsive.

“I thought you were already doing that.” Derek laughed.

“Am I missing something?” You sat up straight and looked Spencer in the eye.

“We should get married. This weekend.” You’d thought about it during the arrest and the thought of going another eleven months not being married to Spencer was torture in and of itself.

“We don’t need some big, fancy ceremony. I don’t have enough people that I care about for that. Everyone that I could possibly want at my wedding is on this plane, minus Penny and your mom. We can rearrange the living room, Emily can officiate and we’ll make a quick list of everything else we could possibly need. We can go file the marriage liscence in the morning and have it by Saturday.”

“Okay,” he nodded. Your heart swelled as you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

“Get a room.” Hotch called from a seat away. You laughed and pulled away, resettling on his shoulder.

“I hope you guys can get married with no money, cause that’s a full house. Jacks over threes.” Derek looked smug as he laid his cards down.

Spencer laughed and showed his hand. “Think again. Royal flush.”

-----

“We’re all ready when you are, kiddo.”

You turned to Dave, who was standing in the doorway of your bedroom. Just as you’d said a few days ago, you and Spencer managed to pull together your small, dream wedding. He flew his mother out from Las Vegas and she stayed with you at the apartment while Spencer stayed at Derek’s. Emily got ordained, Derek was named the best man, Penny named the maid of honor. You felt a twang of disappointment knowing that your mother wouldn’t be there, but you knew that it was for the best.

It only cost a few thousand dollars for all the food and decorations, but you and Spencer had a healthy savings account. You’d even managed to convince Hotch to give you guys the following two weeks off.

“Do I look okay?” You tuned back to the mirror and ran your hands over the bodice of your dress. You’d gotten it from a thrift store and upcycled it yourself, adding details with supplies from a craft store.

“You look great.” He held his hand out for you. “Spencer is the luckiest man in the world and I know he will never forget that.”

You smiled and took his hand. Grabbing your bouquet, you took a deep breath and let him lead you to the living room.

Everyone stood as you rounded the corner. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the love of your life. His navy blue tux fit him so well, and he’d cut his hair, taking in the sides slightly and actually styling it. The white flower on his chest matched the one that was in your hair, and he had on the custom SR cufflinks you’d gotten him as an anniversary gift last year.

Out of the corners of your eyes, you could see the rest of your team as you made your way to Spencer, but your main focus was on him. There were tears in his eyes as he took your hands in his.

“You look so beautiful,” he said quietly.

“So do you.” you joked, which made everyone laugh.

“You may all be seated.” Emily said. Focusing on you, she smiled. “I know that you said that you weren’t going to write your own vows, but Spencer asked that he be allowed to anyway.”

“Seriously!” You turned to your soon to be husband and scowled playfully. “I should have known.”

“Yes you should have.” Derek said, making everyone laugh once again.

When the room was once again quietly, Spencer spoke. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you from the moment you stepped into the BAU. There was a time when I thought that I wasn’t meant to fall in love, that I was so pleasantly surprised when you told me that you loved me for the first time. I’ve never felt so strongly or so passionately about anyone as I feel about you. I know that I can be difficult at times and I don’t always pick up on social cues that well, but I promise if you stick with me, I will make it my mission to make sure you wake up every morning and got to bed every night with a smile on your face. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is to love you for the rest of my life.”

There were tears running down your cheeks as Spencer stopped talking. “I love you so much, but I hate you for not warning me.”

You reached up and dabbed your eyes, thanking the heavens that you’d gone with the waterproof makeup JJ got you. “Spencer. When we met, I had no clue who I was. I didn’t know what love was. You came into my life and changed everything, down to the way I organized my kitchen. From the moment we met, I’ve known you were my person and I thank the gods every single day that you feel the same way. There is no one else in this world I would rather wake up to every morning. I love you so so so much and I don’t plan on ever stopping.”

“That was so beautiful.” Emily quickly wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen from her eyes. “Spencer Reid, do you take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

“And (Y/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Spencer Reid to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Yes. I do.” You choked on your words, the weight of what was happening really hitting you.

“By the power vested in my by the State of Virginia, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Spencer pulled you into him, lips slotting over yours in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tongue fighting his as the small room of people erupted into cheers.

“I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips as he pulled away.

“I love you too, Mrs. Reid.”

To be continued...

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

A Familiar Name | Seed Siblings x Fem!Reader

Hello! 

Welcome back to part 2 of The Letters Series! I hope you enjoy this as well :) The characters might be a little OOC but please consider that this is from the Seeds siblings point of view and I don’t really know a lot about them...

Attention!

Faith’s letter and the story around it is divided into two parts because I wanted to write a little more detailed. But I still hope you like it ;P

Part I

Warnings: Mention of Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Swearing

Summary: Faith reads part of her letter and comes across a familiar name. To find out more she has to visit the youngest brother of the Seed siblings...

The statue of the father seemed to glow in the light of the sun setting and a small smile appeared on her lips. Faith sat on one of the cliffs before the statue with her personal copy of Joseph’s Word in her hands. The deputy hadn’t shown up in the Henbane River region yet and her followers were still focused on their mission. She was relieved. Their thoughts shouldn’t be poisoned with the lies of the young police officer and his friends. The mission was the only thing they should think about. The collapse would come soon and they couldn’t risk being distracted. Unfortunately, she was at the moment. The blue envelope, which Faith only wanted to use as a bookmark, somehow made its way, into her hands. She was curious and that got the best of her. She looked over her shoulder. No one was near. She opened the envelope carefully…

The envelope contained three folded papers and an old Polaroid photo. Faith inspected the picture first. A young woman, probably even younger than her smiled into the camera, holding a diploma. The woman had remarkable h/c colored hair and her smile was so wide and full of joy, Faith could only imagine how happy she must have been. On the back of the photo was a name and a place written. Y/N L/N Montana State University. “So that’s what you look like.”  The youngest of the Seed family smiled a little. She could totally see Joseph and Y/N in a relationship, and if they really had been she knew why. That woman was beautiful.

She unfolded the first paper, it was a copy of a diploma. “Master of Fine Arts, huh. Impressive!” Faith hummed in acknowledgment. “So, Joseph knows an artist.” She put the paper away and turned to the actual letter. It consisted of two slightly yellow letter paper, which gave away a faint but still memorable scent. “Did she smoke?” The youngest herald of Eden’s Gate frowned. Sniffing once again she scowled in disgust. "She's so young! How can she do this? Smoking is a sin! Maybe that's the reason why Joseph...” She didn't finish this thought.

Faith took a deep breath. “Come on, I wanna know who Y/N is! I will change the deputy but for that, I need a chance!” Then she unfolded the letter. She found the beginning immediately and her lips formed into a grin when she saw the little doodles at the edge of the sheet. “Okay, here we go.” And she started reading.

3rd of August

Dear Dad,

Guess who graduated at the University in Bozeman! Yup, it’s me! I’m finally free! No more drunk freshmen in the dormitory, no more essays, which I have to write overnight, and no more FUCKING 8 a.m classes!!! I’m so happy! 

Cross that out, it’s not really true. I mean yeah, I am happy but it would’ve been so much better if you were there, Daddy. I know you couldn’t but I just think what would have been if you had been there. If you would have been home. With Mom. Maybe then she would have come...

You know, I expected that my graduation would be celebrated with both of you but unfortunately, none of you were there... You're probably asking yourself why Mum wasn't able to attend the ceremony and you have the right to know... She's currently at the rehab center in the next town. She relapsed.

Fuck, I really thought she got better. The last time she took some pills and shot up some heroin was years ago. And then I'm away from home for a semester and suddenly she's addicted again, like what the hell? What happened? Why??? 

Tomorrow starts the fifth week of her stay in the center. Since she got admitted I can’t really sleep. Every night I convince myself tomorrow will be different, but it never is. She’s still addicted and I just can’t handle the fact that it is probably my fault that she relapsed. If I haven’t decided to stay in the dorm for the last semester maybe she wouldn’t have shot up 

And now; the worst news... The bill of her stay is bigger than I expected. And with my student bills... We're in trouble, Dad. God, I fucking hate it.

When I visited her yesterday she didn't even talk to me. Apparently, she doesn't talk at all. It's the fucking Center I swear. I just hate Estherwoods.

Faith stopped reading. Her breathing also did for a few seconds. Suddenly her hands started shaking and she had to put the letter down. She knew the rehabilitation center Y/N was writing about. Institute Estherwoods. Oh, dear Lord. Memories crashed down on her and she began to feel slightly dizzy. Taking deep breaths the youngest Seed tried to calm down.

A shout in the distance caused her to spin around in caution. She sighed in relief when she saw that the calling one was only a VIP member of the cult and not one of her brothers or even the deputy and his pack. "Faith. We have a problem..." The herald of the Henbane River region frowned. With one swift movement, she stood up and hid the letter and Joseph’s word behind her back. "What is the matter?" The red-haired woman scowled. "The deputy was seen near Lorna's Truck Stop. He killed a few of our people and then made a run for it." Faith sighed and then took a bliss flower from her flower crown on her head. "I will take care of him. I want you to do something for me meanwhile." The VIP nodded in excitement and blushed a little when the siren put the white flower in her hair. "Whatever it is, I'll do it." Faith smiled lovingly. "I need you to contact Nancy from the Hope County Sheriff's Department." The woman narrowed her eyebrows. "O-Okay... And why?" The Herald took a deep breath. "I want her to contact the Estherwoods Institute in Jacksonville. I'm looking for a woman with the last name L/N."

 A few days went by and Faith couldn't even think once about Y/N or her mother. And that only because the deputy was a huge pain in the ass. Even though he seemed to be making a step in the right direction when he had jumped from the father statue without fear, he appeared to have forgotten her story and decided to hurt her and Project Eden's Gate even more. He destroyed her outposts and killed dozens of members and she couldn't do anything about it. She was expecting Joseph to call her in anger but when she finally heard her radio station crackle while she was in her bunker, the person on the other end wasn't her brother. "Faith Seed?" It was an unknown male voice. "Who is there?", she asked with distrust in her voice. "I am Derek from the Hope County Sheriff's Department. I have some information about the woman you're looking for."

She remained silent for a while. "What about Nancy?" Derek answered shortly after. "She had to flee. After the disappearance of Sheriff Whitehorse hell went loose. The FBI came and started snooping around. Her cover would've been blown up soon, so she deserted. I'm her replacement." Faith sat down and smoothed her dress. An actual surprise could be seen on her face. She didn't think that people actually cared about the deputies and the Sheriff that much. Well, sometimes she was just too naive.

"Okay, tell me about the woman." A short silence followed then Derek started to tell her everything he knew. "So the woman you're looking for was a patient in Estherwoods for a few years. Her full name is Eliza L/N and she was in therapy for abusing various drugs like heroin, cocaine and also for her smoke addiction. She was depressed and self-harm endangered. She went to various therapy sessions but apparently never got fully clean. The last records about her are from 2012 when she was admitted after a suicide attempt." Faith tried to listen attentively but memories of her past started to haunt her and she heard whispers and shouts and her breathing began to become ragged.

"Are you still listening?", asked Derek after a while and his calm voice was like an anchor in the storming sea of her thoughts. "C...Could you repeat your last words?" The man on the other side of the line seemed to realize that something was wrong with her but he didn't ask her about it. "I said I contacted the appropriate authorities and apparently Ms. L/N still lives in the same house." This pricked up Faith's ears. "And she lives where?" She didn't know Derek but she could imagine him smirking when he said: "In Hope County."

Without wasting time Faith started to get up. Her legs still felt wobbly but she didn't care. Derek told her the exact address and she almost laughed and cried at the same time when she found out where the woman lived. Or used to live. She didn't actually know if the former was still the case. Eliza's house was in Holland Valley, really really close to John's farm. So it was possible that she joined the Project. Or got killed while resisting. She didn't want to accept that possibility yet, she wanted to confirm it. Eliza must know something about Y/N and Joseph and somehow Faith also felt connected to the woman. Both of them stayed in Estherwoods.

The young woman rushed to her room, grabbed the blue envelope and its content from her nightstand and then hurried out of her bunker. On her way, she lost her flower crown but she didn't care. Faith hasn't felt so excited and nervous at the same time since Joseph chose her to be Faith. As soon as the sun hit her face she started looking for a truck. She hasn’t driven for years but who cared. She had seen how some of her members are driving so it wouldn’t attract that much attention. «Truth, you can’t hide. I’m coming for you!»

 On her way to her brother’s farm, she used the radio to contact him. «John?» It was silent for a while. Then the radio crackled and she could hear the smooth voice of her older brother. «Heey, if this isn’t the siren.» She rolled her eyes when she heard her nickname. «Guess who already got a clue about Y/N!» She could imagine his shocked face but instead of a surprised answer, she got an evil laugh. «Well, you’re not the only one! I’m gonna win and the deputy will atone because of me!» Now she was the one who was surprised. «What did you find out?», she asked with disbelief. «Not gonna tell you! And I need to leave now, I’m busy with someo- something.» «Wait, John, I-« «Goodbye!»

The radio turned silent. Faith breathed out a frustrated sigh and let her head hang low. I couldn’t even tell him that I’m coming to his ranch. An angry honk got her attention and she shot upright to fix her eyes on the street again. «Asshole!», shouted somebody and she let out a shaky breath. «I need to concentrate now. I-I’m still driving…» And with that, her journey to John’s ranch continued.

 When she arrived she didn’t expect to see twenty cult members just standing there on John’s veranda. With furrowed brows, she stepped out of the truck and let her eyes wander over the farm. There were some really big bullet holes in the wooden walls and the ground was covered in craters as if somebody had played with explosives. She walked up to the crowd of cult members but they didn’t seem to notice her. «I think he’s done now.» «No, no. I bet he has just begun!» She frowned. What was going on? But she found out as soon as she asked herself that. «I will squeeze every sin out of you and I won’t stop until you atone! And when you do, you will pay for everything you did to Eden’s Gate! You will rebuild my fucking sign piece by piece and Deputy, my friend, I will make sure that you claw out every single bullet in my walls with your fingers until they bleed!»

Oh. Now she understood. Her brother’s voice was so loud and full of anger he could be heard from outside. Even though he probably was in his office in the back of the house. «The deputy will be a goner once John gets him…», whispered a female VIP and the others nodded. A sort of pitiful silence fell on them. It lasted until loud footsteps were heard from inside the house and the crowd started to panic, right when Faith opened her mouth to ask them something. «Out of the way!», whisper-shouted a brown-haired man and all of them scurried off the veranda and started to act like they were busy.

Exactly at that moment, the front door opened and her brother walked out. Oh, boy. Oh, boy… John looked angry. No, that was an understatement. He looked like he was about to strangle someone with his belt. His eyes had a ferocity in them that made her take a step back. She had met people with the same gaze. And she knew how careful she had to be now. «H-Hey, John.» Faith cursed silently for stuttering. «What are you doing here?», asked the lawyer with malice in his voice, his breathing still audible from screaming so loud earlier. «I wanted to ask you something… Something involving Y/N L/N.»

Her name must have been a trigger for him because John started to calm down and his furrowed brows allayed and were now lifted in curiosity. «What is it?» Faith took a deep breath and fidgeted with her dress. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. He could take an advantage from it… She shook her head. No, she would ask him anyway. She came this far so she wouldn’t just back down. «A woman lived really close to your ranch. Her name was Eliza L/N…» She didn’t say anything else and neither did her brother. He just scrutinized her and then turned around and went back inside without saying a word. What…? The herald of the Henbane River region just stood there dumbfounded. «Uh… Okay? That was… an informative talk.»

A few moments later came John back, in his hands five big files. «Here.» He just said and gave them to her. Faith blinked a few times. «T-Thank you…?» Her brother folded his arms in front of his chest. «These are all of the files I got when we came here and I started to purchase land. They contain information about all house owners in Holland Valley.» A surprised gasp escaped her lips. «Seriously?!» John nodded. «Will they tell me something about Eliza?» He just shrugged his shoulders. «I don’t know.» Frustration started to build up in her. «Then how are these files gonna help me?!» The annoyance clearly audible in her voice. «Just read them. And now please excuse me. I have a date with a certain someone.» Faith looked at him in bewilderment. She wanted to respond but before she could her brother turned around and slammed the door behind himself. 

Asshole was the first thought which came to her mind. A long sigh escaped her lips. “Seriously? You could’ve at least let me read them inside...” Instead of sitting in one of the chairs on John's veranda she decided to read the files in her truck. She decided so out of pure stubbornness. First, she thought he wanted to help but he clearly just wanted her out of his way. Walking down the stairs and back to the vehicle, she heard some of the cult members talk. "The deputy got some balls showing up here with that airplane he stole from John a few weeks ago!" "I'm pretty sure he's suicidal... Did you see John's expression when he walked out? I almost shit my pants... He’s so gonna kill him!" So that’s what happened. The deputy attacked the ranch! 

A wave of concern for John washed over her and she felt bad for insulting him in her head. Since the Police got involved with them all of her brothers seemed to be nervous and edgy. Faith could understand why. The deputy and his companions brought hell over Hope County and threatened the success of their mission. 

Stil feeling slightly bad for her too fast judging she entered her truck on the driver’s side and relaxed for a second. “I’m gonna find Y/N’s mother and then she’ll tell me about Joseph and Y/N!” Determination glistened in her blue eyes and she opened the first file. She started reading...

Many, many, many contracts, ownership, and other papers later she finally found something interesting. The L/N family owned two pieces of land. One in Holland Valley and one at the border of the Whitetail Mountains. The one in John’s region was a farm. The other was a small house. Even though she already had a feeling that she would be more successful with the later, she decided to visit the farm first. She looked up and wanted to start the motor of the truck when she realized that the sun was already setting. She has been reading for hours! To emphasize this, a loud yawn escaped her lips. Faith sighed. It will take a long time to drive back to her bunker. She let her head hang low and in frustration, she banged her forehead against the steering wheel. “Uuuugh, why is it always me?!”

A knock on her car window almost made her scream. The herald of the Henbane River region turned her head and her eyes fell on John. He wore that stupid coat which he ordered online with Joseph’s credit card and in his hands were two cups. Her eyes widened slightly. A smile crept on her lips and she let the truck window down. “How can I help you, Baptist?” Her brother raised an eyebrow when he heard her slightly mocking tone. “Just open the door already and move over!”” She followed his request and scooted over on the passenger seat. John sat in the driver’s seat and handed her the cup. “Thank you”, she spoke softly. The aromatic smell of coffee spread in the truck and both of them drank their drinks in a comfortable silence. 

It was weird how John’s behavior changed so fast but it has always been like that. She couldn’t remember the lawyer otherwise. When she first met him and Joseph introduced him as her new brother she had just turned 18. John was 26 years old at that time and “busy” with his job to buy more land from the people in Hope County without making Eden’s Gate suspicious. He told Joseph that in response when the father asked him to show her around in Holland Valley. It was a big fat lie. She had known that. Faith wasn’t blind and she was able to see past his stupid excuses and eventually she had found out about his and Holly's relationship. She was quite in shock. How could he do something sinful like that? She had asked herself and a mix of disgust and disappointment for him started to form in her heart. But when she found out about his parents' cruel methods of atonement these feelings disappeared. And when John suddenly turned up at her doorstep of the Jessop Conservatory blood all over his chest with the word Sloth carved in his skin and the expression of pure peace on his face and the words "I welcome you in our family" on his lips, Faith knew he was a split soul. This evening he had been peaceful and happy and they talked almost all night long about her time as an addict, her rehabilitation in Estherwoods and many things more. But as soon as he had left her house he turned into the sadistic man that he created himself, once again. Occasionally he let her see the loving John and at these moments she felt truly like he was her real brother.

One of these moments was now. Sitting in her truck, drinking coffee together. "You shouldn't go home at this hour. It's late and you might encounter a bear." Faith didn't expect him to break the silence so she was surprised when he did. His words made her chuckle. "I'm not walking home, John." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I know. But these animals are crazy! Once a brown bear attacked my plane. While I was in it!" She couldn't stop herself from bursting out in giggles. His rambling was just too goofy for him. "How would a bear be able to attack you in your plane??" He was in a huff. "I was still on the ground!" When he shot her an angry glare she held her hands up in defeat. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna laugh anymore." He just nodded and stared out of the window. She calmed down and once again it was silent in the car

After a while, he asked: "Are you okay?" She raised an eyebrow and looked at him confused. "I mean with this whole Eliza L/N stuff. She was in Estherwoods... Do you know that?" Realisation hit her and she started fiddling with her sleeves. "Yeah, I know... I didn't expect to hear that name again but I guess that was naive of me." Once again her mind drifted towards the memories she tried to forget. The long corridors, the white walls of her room that were once stained with her friend's blood. The syringes. The screams, sleepless nights, Dr. Lester's evil grin when he stepped into her room and-

“-ey! Faith, are you okay?!” She snapped out of her thoughts and realized that she was crying. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she got a hiccup. John had grabbed her by the shoulder. “Hey... It’s alright...”, he spoke softly. He placed his cup behind the steering wheel and then engulfed her in a big brotherly hug. Faith's tears soaked his coat but John didn’t seem to mind. Her hands held onto him like he was a lifebelt and at the edge of her thoughts, she knew that her fingernails probably damaged the leather of the designer clothing. The herald of Holland Valley started to hum a song and she tried to concentrate on his steady heartbeat and the rumble in his chest when he hummed. She soon recognized the song and her lips formed a weak smile. 

Help me Faith, help me Faith, shield me from sorrow, from fear of tomorrow. Help me Faith, help me Faith, shield me from sadness, from worry and madness... Lead me to the bliss.

Her breathing started to become normal again and the tears stopped flowing. She was still hiccuping but besides that, she calmed down. She felt still a little shaky but mostly because she was embarrassed. John hasn’t seen her crying in years and now she clung to him like a little kid. But the lawyer didn’t seem to mind. He still hummed her song and stroke her hair to comfort her. It looked like he didn’t know that she had calmed down. But she didn’t want to destroy the moment so she kept her mouth shut and just relaxed in his arms. The familiar scent of John’s cologne surrounded her and the feeling of safety made her realize how tired she was. Soon - without her wanting it - her eyes fell shut and she drifted to sleep.

“Please leave me alone! I already did what you wanted!” Her desperate shouts were ignored. The man stepped closer to her. “But my dear Rachel, you didn’t make Archie happy. And you know what that means...” She couldn’t make out his approaching figure because her vision got blurry from her tears. “P-Please dont’.... I-I n...no more drugs, please! I will make Archie happy, I will! I promise!” His shadow loomed over her. “You’re too late, Rachel.” “No, please, no! Don't hurt m- AAAAGGGHHH!!"

[sportswriterdad]

I have covered nine Super Bowls. Here are some my favorite experiences

With the Super Bowl looming, this feels timely...

I’ve reported from nine Super Bowls in my life. Here are nine stories — some journalism-based, some not — about what it was like to cover each one of them:

Super Bowl XXXVI: I stayed in Baton Rouge with the friend of a friend, and my fiancé (now my wife) donated her frequent flier miles to get me from Boston to Louisiana and back again. The thinking? I might not have the chance to do this ever again. Ho ho ho. After the end of the game and my stories had been filed, that’s when I started a tradition of grabbing a beer from the workroom and enjoying it on the field, once everything was done—something I’ve done just about every Super Bowl when things were complete with different colleagues over the years. I also grabbed some confetti. Anyway, I drove the hour-plus back to Baton Rouge from New Orleans at about 2 a.m. I remember thinking that if something happened—car trouble, whatever—I’d be in serious trouble, broken down by the side of the road on a Louisiana highway is no way to die. But I made it.

Super Bowl XXXVIII: Stayed in Houston with two other reporters at a Holiday Inn. Went to the Super Bowl party that week, which was held in the Houston Aquarium. (Without irony, they served sushi. In an aquarium.) Another great Super Bowl, one where I learned that I had to have multiple stories ready to go on deadline, because no matter what you think of the Patriots, they always make in interesting in the end. Had a discount flight back to Boston the following Tuesday evening. It was strange being in the host city for the Super Bowl after everyone else had gone home. I watched the celebration going on in Boston in a hotel room in Houston.

Super Bowl XXXIX: I was sick. Really sick. Had a case of the flu the week before the game, and I thought I had shaken it off, but it got worse when I got to Jacksonville. (What didn’t help things was the fact that my flight into Tallahassee was delayed, and I landed at about 2 a.m. The only rental car place that was open was Dollar, and I got one of their last cars, and drove the two-plus hours to Jacksonville. Got in at about 5 a.m. To this day, that’s why Dollar remains my default rental car option.) Anyway, I had a media hotel room, so I could ride the shuttle back and forth, but I got really sick on Saturday. I remember drinking Gatorade and chugging DayQuil, and being generally miserable much of the night. Walking into the stadium, I heard a band playing “Carry On My Wayward Son” and thinking, Man, that’s a really good Kansas cover band. Ten seconds later, the song ends, and I hear the lead singer say, “Thank you very much! We are Kansas!”

Super Bowl LII: The desert was really nice. Sold a ton of books that week—turns out when you write a book about the Patriots being awesome and they go 18-0 out of the gate, a lot of people will buy it. Who knew? One of my Super Bowl routines was to go from the press box to the media workroom at the start of the fourth quarter. (It can be a dicey proposition waiting for the elevator to get to the postgame interview area.) As it became apparent the Giants were going to beat the Patriots, multiple New York radio guys were cheering in the media workroom. Afterward, when we got to the interview area, a colleague looked at me, waited a beat and said, “Well, you sold a lot of books, right?”

Super Bowl LVI: Indy was a really underrated Super Bowl city. Good food, decent weather for early February, and super hospitable. The media party was at the Indy 500 track. I remain convinced that if Rob Gronkowski was fully healthy for the game, they would have beaten the Giants. After the game, I was standing at Wes Welker’s podium. Felt absolutely gutted for the guy. Had red eyes, and was answering everything with one or two sentences. Awful. But he talked—I give him lot of credit for that.

Super Bowl LXIX: This was still bananas. I remember sitting in the auxiliary—outside—press box, and yelling in surprise at a colleague after Malcolm Butler picked off Russell Wilson. Anyway, you know how I said before that you always had to keep two or three stories going when it comes to a Super Bowl finish involving the Patriots? On my old laptop, I had two different game stories set to go when the clock hit zero. BTW, that stadium? I always thought it had a faint smell of cinnamon. And the field had some of the squishiest turf I’ve ever stepped on. We stayed up all night writing, and the next morning, we went to the Super Bowl MVP press conference on no sleep. When I covered the team, I liked to sit relatively close to the front so guys could recognize you. At Brady’s presser, I think I was the only recognizable face in the front row. He looked right at me for the first question. Showing up every day has its perks, I always tell you reporters. That was one instance where it paid off.

(Oh, and another thing: I rode the media duckboat in the parade a few days later--see above for visual evidence. To be honest, as a media member, I prefer to stay in the background, but it was the only way we’d get player access that day. You gotta do what you gotta do.)

Super Bowl LI: Another crazy one. I wrote about the finish in depth here. But my favorite behind-the-scenes journalism tidbit from this one was probably the fact that my literary agent and I had been going back and forth all season long about the fact that there was probably a book with this team. After the game ended, me and my colleagues spent the night writing and writing and writing. He texted me at some point in the early morning hours saying, “Yeah. There’s a book there.” I started writing the outline on the way home, he sold it quickly to St. Martin’s Press, and it was on the bookshelves six-plus months later. I’ll always have a soft spot for my first book, but “Drive For Five” might ultimately be my favorite book.

Super Bowl LII: Never been that cold in my life. All week. It was a dry cold, which made it almost painful to try and endure. I remember our hotel was right across the parking lot from the Mall of America, where the media center was. The first day, I looked out my window, and it was something like a five-minute walk. I will make this. I am hale and hearty and a New Englander who eats 20-degree temperatures for breakfast. I got about two minutes in, muttered “(Bleep) this,” and rode the shuttle the rest of the week. The Patriots lost, but I remember the looks on the faces of the Philly fans. So happy. That’s what it must have been like to have covered the Cardinals in the 2004 World Series.

Super Bowl LIII: Stayed at a house in the Atlanta suburbs all week. Ate Chick-Fil-A or Publix subs almost every day when I wasn’t scrounging food in the media center. I regret nothing. Rode the subway back and forth, and had a blast. Great people in Atlanta. On Saturday, I walked through the campus at Georgia Tech—saw the baseball field and a “GRONK DRINKS FOR FREE” sign in front of a fraternity. After the Patriots’ won, I congratulated Cordarrelle Patterson, one of my favorite quotes that year, in the locker room after the game. “Couldn’t have done it without you, man” he replied. OK. Not sure if that’ll be my last Super Bowl, but if it was, I like to think I was present for the football version of Michael Jordan beating Bryon Russell in Game 6 — that 29-yarder from Brady to Gronkowski in the fourth quarter was the exclamation point on the dynasty, as far as I’m concerned.

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Anthony Gordon could be an undrafted steal for the Seahawks

Anthony Gordon, Gardner Minshew’s one-time backup, is a QB prospect in the 2020 NFL Draft.

The Washington State product has been on a long journey to becoming a potential NFL QB.

Anthony Gordon didn’t hear his name called at all during the three days of the 2020 NFL Draft. Instead, he had to wait until the annual event was all said and done to sign as an undrafted free agent. Gordon reportedly signed with the Seattle Seahawks on Saturday evening.

Gordon is taking a similar path to that of Jaguars QB Gardner Minshew, although the latter was drafted and not signed as a UDFA. Gordon has had an opportunity to see Minshew’s progression first-hand after having backed him up at Washington State for a season.

Like Minshew, Gordon wasn’t a highly touted high school recruit, and the two also share the experience of beginning their collegiate football career at the JUCO level before transferring to Washington State.

It’s not all that likely in Seattle, but Gordon could potentially follow in Minshew’s footsteps once more and earn his way into a starting NFL role.

Gordon had zero scholarship offers coming out of high school

Gordon played both baseball and football at Terra Nova High School in Pacifica, California, and started at QB his last two years. During his senior season, he threw for 4,899 passing yards and 49 touchdowns, which earned him all-state and All-Metro League honors. Still, he wasn’t getting any attention from colleges to play football.

Gordon apparently wasn’t too surprised he wasn’t recruited much as a quarterback in high school.

“I was a baseball player primarily growing up and I didn’t start playing football until my freshman year of high school,” Gordon told the Seattle Times in August 2019. “We ran a wide-open offense but (Terra Nova) has always been known as a school that gets overlooked. I was pretty small in high school, too (180 pounds), so maybe that had something to do with it too.”

At that point, Gordon could have opted to pursue baseball. He was even selected by the New York Mets in the 36th round of the 2015 MLB Draft. But he chose football instead.

Gordon spent the 2015 season at City College of San Francisco at the JUCO level, where he led his team to a 12-1 record and a California Community College Athletic Association championship. He threw 37 touchdowns and averaged 297.2 yards per game before transferring the next year to play for the Cougars in Pullman, Washington.

Gordon had to wait his turn as a backup for two seasons before getting the nod to be a starter

After redshirting in 2016, Gordon was former Jets quarterback Luke Falk’s backup in 2017. A year later, he appeared in just two games and completed three passes as Minshew’s backup. Three years riding the bench could have been enough to convince Gordon to transfer elsewhere, but he remained with the Cougs.

Sticking it out at Wazzu proved to pay off for him. In 2019, he got his chance to start for the first time since his JUCO freshman year, and he made the most of it.

Gordon finished the season with 5,579 yards and 48 touchdowns with just 16 interceptions. Although Wazzu finished with a 6-7 record last season, Gordon set both school and conference single-season records for passing touchdowns and yards, as well as total offense (5,559) and completions (493). He led the nation in completions and finished with more passing yards per game than any other quarterback, including Heisman winner and Bengals’ No. 1 overall pick Joe Burrow.

Gordon brings a skillset that can absolutely translate to the NFL

On film, Gordon shows off a big arm, which also has a quick release and accuracy. He was a good fit in Mike Leach’s air raid system, but his game can translate to the types of schemes NFL teams are running:

Anthony Gordon "Ramsay" (QB 18 from Washington State) has impressed me on the film that I've watched tonight. With just some of the throws I've seen, I'm hoping we see him at the Senior Bowl. He puts some zip on this one after scanning the field from left to right. pic.twitter.com/zCCMbAh2sK

— Russell Brown (@RussNFLDraft) November 19, 2019

He’s also able to fit throws in some tight windows when he needs to:

As Gordon pointed out at the Senior Bowl, the past three Super Bowls have all featured a quarterback from air raid systems in college. Those include now-Bears QB Nick Foles (Eagles), Los Angeles Rams quarterback Jared Goff, and Chiefs quarterback Patrick Mahomes.

At the Senior Bowl in January, Gordon went 8-for-12 passing and threw for 69 yards and two touchdowns. He didn’t participate in the measured drills at the combine in Indianapolis, but he impressed during the passing portion of them. Without the benefit of having a pro day and not being able to have pre-draft visits due to the coronavirus pandemic, Gordon’s film had to speak for him.

Here’s what SB Nation’s draft expert Dan Kadar said about Gordon’s stock prior to the 2020 NFL Draft:

“After you get past the top few groups of quarterback prospects, Gordon is right there at or near the top of a middle group that includes players like Cole McDonald of Hawaii and Nate Stanley of Iowa,” Kadar writes. “Gordon is a pretty strange prospect. He only started a season at Washington State, but he had more pass attempts in his career than Tua Tagovailoa. His playing style was a perfect fit for Leach’s offense. Gordon has a fast release and throws a good ball. His arm isn’t a rocket. He’s more of a touch and precision passer. He was at his best at Washington State when he got into rhythm.

“The biggest concern on Gordon is his penchant for throwing bad passes into coverage. He had 16 interceptions last season. While that is partially a volume issue of throwing 687 passes in a season, Gordon’s forced throws stick out. Gordon is also only ordinary in terms of size and athleticism. But he could succeed in the right system, and on the basis of his will.”

In Seattle, Gordon will serve as Russell Wilson’s backup. Wilson hasn’t missed a single start through seven seasons, holding the franchise record for consecutive games started (128). But when signing Gordon, Seattle didn’t have another QB on its roster, so he is a much-needed addition. Nobody is rooting for Wilson to get hurt, but you never know what could happen. After all, Minshew came off the bench unexpectedly in Jacksonville as a rookie last season when Foles was injured, and now Minshew is heading into 2020 as the starter.

It’s been a long journey for Gordon, and what his future holds in Seattle isn’t clear just yet. If there’s one thing Gordon has proven, going from a zero-star recruit with no scholarship offers to a Pac-12 record holder, it’s that he can succeed as a QB at a high level, even if he has to wait for that opportunity.

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10 years ago: The Chris Benoit double murder-suicide [June 25th, 2017]

It was Sunday, June 24th, 2007. I was at a Buffalo Wild Wings with my ex-girlfriend and a friend of mine as we’d gathered monthly to watch the WWE pay per view. On this instance, it was Vengeance: Night Of Champions, an event where CM Punk would be battling Chris Benoit to determine the new ECW World Heavyweight Champion, a title that had been vacated by Bobby Lashley. As the event went on, it was announced that John Morrison would be replacing Benoit, with little explanation given as to why Benoit wasn’t on the show.

The next day, as I was driving home from work, my friend Brandon (who I’d watched the pay per view with the night before) called to tell me the news: Chris Benoit was dead. As I sat at a stoplight only minutes from my house, I remember crying immediately. Benoit wasn’t just a favorite wrestler of mine, but an inspiration to work harder, to never give up, to persist in the face of adversity, and to chase every dream you have, regardless of whether or not they’re attainable. I remember a video package the WWE had released for Benoit featuring the Finger Eleven song “One Thing”. This song still stands as one of my biggest inspirations as I recall how hard Benoit worked in wrestling.

What made this death that much more of a shock to me was that only weeks earlier, Benoit had wrestled at an Ohio Valley Wrestling event that I was at. He was very personable, smiling at anyone who approached him and happy to speak with anybody who had questions. This is a photo snapped that day:

I watched Raw that night as Vince McMahon, who only a week earlier had been “blown up” in a limousine, stood solemnly in a ring that stood in an empty arena, speaking about Benoit as the episode showcased Benoit’s finest moments in the ring. The episode was originally supposed to be a 3-hour memorial tribute to McMahon. Throughout the night, different wrestlers spoke on their fallen friend, some very upset and downtrodden, but it seemed that some knew the grisly details where others hadn’t. Two testimonials that stood out to me were Chavo Guerrero Jr.’s, and a very grim one from William Regal:

Regal seemed to lead on that he knew more about the situation, as he neglected to comment on Benoit the man, but rather on Benoit the wrestler. As the week unfolded, details surrounding Benoit’s death came to light and showed that Chris, his wife Nancy (formerly known as Woman in ECW and WCW), and his youngest son Daniel were all found dead in the home that they shared in Atlanta, Georgia. According to the autopsy, Nancy was murdered first, bound at the feet and wrists. She died of asphyxiation on Friday, June 22nd, and was found wrapped in a towel with blood under her head and a bible placed next to her bed. According to the autopsy on Daniel, he had died on Saturday morning as he lay in bed, again with a bible placed next to him, with Benoit himself dying on Sunday, having used a weight machine to break his own neck as a bible lay on the weight machine.

Although that’s the official cause of death listed for each of those involved, there are a lot of details that have been ignored following the incident. For example, several voicemails were left by Benoit to wrestler Chavo Guerrero Jr. and WWE official Brad Armstrong, both of whom stated that Benoit seemed “off”. Chavo later told that he had spoken to Benoit, who claimed that he’d missed his flight and wouldn’t be appearing at Vengeance: Night Of Champions, and was stressed out due to Nancy and Daniel having food poisoning. On Sunday morning, between 3:51 and 3:58am, several texts were sent to co-workers and fellow wrestlers from both Chris and Nancy’s cell phones, stating that the dogs were in the enclosed pool area, and that the garage side door had been left open. A call was also placed to WWE officials by Benoit, who alleged that he was taking his family to the hospital and would be in Houston for the event.

According to Nancy’s sister, Sandra, Benoit’s computer history included “ the quickest and easiest way to break a neck”. When WWE official John Laurinaitis contacted the Fayette County Sheriff's Department to check on the family, the police notified the WWE around 4:15pm to say that three bodies had been found, and that the home was ruled as "a major crime scene".

Several motives have been listed for the crime, such as Benoit’s mental state being so deteriorated due to years of head trauma that his brain “resembled an 85-year-old Alzheimer's patient”. Steroids were also listed as a potential lead for the cause, as “roid rage” has been prevalent for years among athletes, but as several wrestlers have stated since the incident, “how many baseball players have killed their wife and kid?” It’s also noted that steroid rage usually leads to “rage, not deliberation”, which leads to the question of why Nancy’s arms and legs had been bound. It’s been stated by Benoit’s peers that he was immensely paranoid, often traveling different routes from the airport to get to his home in order to evade potential followers. Several wrestlers have claimed that Benoit would have two sides: one that would lash out at you, and another that would be your best friend, with the events of the day dictating which one you spoke to. Brad Armstrong, however, stated that Benoit “never said a cross word to anybody”.

In 2003, Nancy had filed for divorce, citing “domestic abuse”, but the divorce was dropped and the two continued to be married until their deaths. Hardcore Holly would later state in his autobiography that Benoit would drink heavily when issues with Nancy would arise, which several wrestlers later confirmed. As more details surrounding the Benoit case arose, the WWE issued the following statement on SmackDown:

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Last night on Monday Night Raw, the WWE presented a special tribute show, recognizing the career of Chris Benoit. However, now some 26 hours later, the facts of this horrific tragedy are now apparent. Therefore, other than my comments, there will be no mention of Mr. Benoit's name tonight. On the contrary, tonight's show will be dedicated to everyone who has been affected by this terrible incident. This evening marks the first step of the healing process. Tonight, WWE performers will do what they do better than anyone else in the world: entertain you. 

Following this, the WWE have done all but eliminate Benoit from their history, often negating that he was part of several high profile events such as the Royal Rumble which Benoit won in 2004, or the main event of WrestleMania XX, where Benoit defeated Triple H to win the World Heavyweight Championship. Truly tragic, as the moment has often been cited as one of the greatest in ‘Mania history.

This photo is said to have been taken on Saturday morning, as Nancy was dead in Benoit’s home. One strange part of the Benoit situation is that Nancy’s Wikipedia page (which can be edited by anyone) listed Nancy as being dead 14 hours before the bodies were found. The original edit listed, “Chris Benoit was replaced by Johnny Nitro for the ECW World Championship match at Vengeance, as Benoit was not there due to personal issues, stemming from the death of his wife Nancy.” The man who posted this claimed that it was written due to rumors he’d heard on the internet, and it was found that he’d also made several edits to other Wikipedia articles that were unfounded.

It was claimed that Benoit was “given ten months to live due to an enlarged heart” by Nancy’s sister. What’s strange about the case is that a large knife was found under Daniel’s bed. Prior to her marriage to Benoit in 2000, Nancy was charged with aggravated battery after chasing her former husband, Kevin Sullivan, with a knife in 1997. Benoit’s friend Dean Malenko stated, “He’s not a monster. We’re talking about a guy who, a month ago, was in Jacksonville and rather than drive down to Orlando, where he needed to be the next day, he took a flight to be home with Daniel.”

Another bizarre detail that never seems to get mentioned is that wrestler Dave Taylor was allegedly spotted at the Benoit residence before police arrived. Benoit's neighbor Holly Schrepfer was contacted by police to enter the property before they arrived to secure the dogs and check on the family. She discovered the bodies, and whilst fleeting the home, claimed that she saw Dave and his wife carrying a platter of deli food. In no way does this point to Taylor being involved in the deaths, but it's possible that he was coming by to check on his friend. It was suggested that he was sent by the WWE to check everything out and get the facts early to prevent a PR problem. This could also be why William Regal’s tribute was so grim, as the two were friends and tag team partners in the WWE. Taylor has since denied that this is possible, as he says he was in Texas on tour with the WWE. There is no evidence for him being in either location, other than Schrepfer’s claim.

Benoit kept a personal journal following the death of longtime best friend Eddie Guerrero. In it, he would write letters to Eddie, which makes me wonder why he never wrote a suicide note or a farewell. In the personal effects returned to Benoit’s father, a handwritten note was found in a bible that said “I am preparing to leave this Earth.” Within a few months of each other, Guerrero, Johnny Grunge, and Victor “Black Cat” Mar all died, respectively consisting of Benoit’s best friend, his local buddy who he went to after problems with Nancy, and his riding partner on Japanese tours. Chris’ diary remains weren’t found by police, but rather by neighbor Holly Schrepfer in a garbage can.

There are a lot of facts that don’t make sense with what has been alleged to have happened. Toxicology reports claim that all three involved in the incident, Chris, Nancy, and Daniel, were sedated heavily. There are claims that beer cans were found near Benoit’s body, but there was no alcohol found in his system. There were texts sent from Benoit’s phone that were sent AFTER Benoit’s time of death, as determined by police.

There are several wrestling fans who have turned on Benoit and refuse to give credit to his hard work in the sport. That is their prerogative. I personally loved Benoit as a wrestler and will never shun the fact that he gave a lot to wrestling, but I also don’t have children and have never been married. I don’t know how I’d feel from that perspective. That being said, after watching several videos and reading endless articles and write-ups regarding the case, I do think that everything is worth a second look, as I don’t think it happened quite like we all have been told that it did. Nevertheless, two great figures of wrestling history died ten years ago, and the wrestling world was changed forever as a result.

Rest in peace, Chris, Nancy, and Daniel.