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| sunshine | Oct 13 2016, 03:59 AM Post #1 |
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Riding the elevator down from the seventh floor of Barnes-Jewish Hospital, I can’t help but hold my breath. What the hell is that God awful smell? I toss a quick glance over my shoulder at the morbidly obese man behind me. He’s scratching the underside of his stomach; the gray, stained sweatshirt riding up, revealing his hairy mountain of flesh. Trying to hide my disgust, my gaze wanders down to his tree trunk-like legs. Seriously, one leg is as big around as my hips and you have to wonder how they hold that amount of weight upright. I turn back quickly, hoping to avoid any conversation; secretly hoping he gets off soon. As the door opens, and the man waddles his way out, I’m left alone finally, grateful to take a deep breath again. I reach into my clutch and spray a liberal amount of Chanel No. 5. I look at the prescriptions in my hand; Sertraline, Citalopram, Venlafaxine, Fluoxetine. Disgusted, I’m tempted to just toss them away but in order to keep my appearances up, I at least have to fill them. So that’s what I’ll do, keep the voices under control while no one is around Eva Broussard: If fucking Dr. Wells hadn't insisted on seeing this stupid, twatwaffle, like the diagnosis of anti-social personality disorder with anger issues but then she picked upon the dissociative disorder (multiple personalities). Of course, I attribute this to my darling husband, Dean Davies. Let me clarify this for the less informed…. On day in particular springs to mind, so let me in on an important day in particular… You see, Dean and I were relaxing at home, enjoying the solitude for once, since their 4 year old adopted son, Damon Davies was asleep upstairs their nurse, Maxine, was relaxing in the room next door to Damon, the video monitor sitting beside her as she read Oscar Wylde’s “Portrait of Dorian Gray” as she rocked in the rocking chair, Eva had custom built for her. Eva and Dean were downstairs in the study, each sitting on the burgundy-colored overstuffed sofa; Eva’s feet propped on Dean’s legs as he massaged them absently. He gives her a heated look which Eva acknowledges by rubbing her foot against his crotch. A seductive smile creeps across her face and the pair exchange a very heated look. Quickly they move upstairs, practically shedding their clothes as they make it to the master bedroom. …..AN HOUR LATER Dean finally rolls out of bed, laying one finally kiss on her lips and gets up to slide on his swim trunks. Still wrapped in a sheet, Eva admires his naked body and smiles seductively. Eva Broussard-Davies: You sure you don't want to exercise some more with me, mon amour? I can give you a hell of a work out in here? Dean smiles his own seductive smile as he leans over and gives her his own smoldering look and leans in pressing his lips to hers and finally backs away, picking up his towel. Dean Davies: Love, you and I are definitely going to continue this when I get back from my swim. Believe that, love. He leaves their room and she throw on a black and gold peignoir and steps out to the balcony and watches Dean as he slides effortlessly into the pool. As she stands on the balcony of her third floor bedroom, Eva leans over the wrought iron railing to watch her husband, Dean doing laps in their olympic-size pool. A warm, magnolia-scented breeze blows through, ruffling her long, black locks. A petite blonde and a statuesque redhead join her. “My God, that man has dirty sex written all over him, doesn’t he Sam?” the blonde quips.. “You got dat right, Mac. Da tings I would do ta ‘im would make da devil blush.” Sam answers with a smirk. Eva gives them both a hard look before shoving them both towards the door. “That’s enough, ladies. The only one who gets to ogle him is me. Now move!” The duo head back inside, laughing. Eva moves her attention back to Dean, watching the sunlight dance across his slick skin. As she stands upright, she hears a loud click followed by raised voices come from inside her room. Eva glances once more at Dean then makes her way inside, pausing as she takes in the scene in front of her. Mac is seated at the vanity, trying to desperately clean up the perfume she just knocked over as Sam stands over her, ridiculing her. “You stupid bitch! Do you ‘ave any idea ‘ow much she paid for dat?! Dat’s Chanel Grand Extrait an’ it’s $4200 an ounce! Git it cleaned up ‘fore I put you’re head through da mirror!” the redhead screamed. “I’m tryin’ to, dude! Quit screamin’ like a banshee!” the blonde answered back, wiping the liquid up quickly. “Why are ya such a bitch, Miss Sam?” Eva clears her throat, drawing attention to herself as she arched a brow at the pair. “Care to tell me what’s going on, Mac? Sam?” Eva walks further into the room, waiting expectantly. Arguing With Myself Now that your Voodoo Queen, your Bayou Barbie, your Canju Beauty is back home where she belongs; you are now looking at your FUTURE CHAMPION in Redemption! I’ve decided to take over the Redemption Championship side! Do y’all DOUBT ME?! Of course not! My brand of brilliance and viciousness is EPIC and LEGENDARY! Name one person who can outsmart or out manipulate MOI? NO ONE! There is nothing standing in my way! Oh wait...there is ONE stepping stone on my way to that championship. Now, what was his name again? Andrew; no, Alistar; no he’s the one that’s going to get destroyed when PLAYTIME’S OVER! What the hell is this guy’s name? Aggie? Austin? Ashtin? Adam? Aaron? Alexander? Oh who the fuck cares?! He’s a nobody; soon to be a footnote in the history books. I’M SURE he wants to do the same to me, but I got news for ya, Sweetheart. I’ve NEVER been a footnote OR a stepping stone for anyone! I’m an ICON in Redemption and you...well, you’re nothing! I’ve beaten the best; outsmarted the best; I’ve won title after title so what makes you think ya can beat me? Did your Daddy give ya the speech:”She’s just a girl, this should be a cakewalk.”? Well, guess someone shoulda told ya that's I’ve taken down bigger men than you. You will bow down to the new Voodoo Queen! A Different Perspective As she stands on the balcony of her third floor bedroom, Eva leans over the wrought iron railing to watch her husband, Dean doing laps in their olympic-size pool. A warm, magnolia-scented breeze blows through, ruffling her long, black locks. Eva rubs her temples with the palm of her hands, the tone of her voice becomes something different for the Cajun Beauty. “My God, that man has dirty sex written all over him, doesn’t he Sam?” Eva quips to herself. “You got dat right, Mac. Da tings I would do ta ‘im would make da devil blush.” Eva snaps back to herself, with yet another shift in her voice, tone, and mannerisms. Eva gives a hard look before shoving the air in front of her. “That’s enough, ladies. The only one who gets to ogle him is me. Now move!” Eva laughs a deep throaty laugh. Eva moves her attention back to Dean, watching the sunlight dance across his slick skin. As she stands upright, she turns her head as if she heard something inside her room. Eva glances once more at Dean then makes her way inside, pausing as she takes in the scene in front of her. She moves to the vanity, trying to desperately clean up the perfume she just knocked over and ridicules herself. “You stupid bitch! Do you ‘ave any idea ‘ow much she paid for dat?! Dat’s Chanel Grand Extrait an’ it’s $4200 an ounce! Git it cleaned up ‘fore I put you’re head through da mirror!” Eva screamed. “I’m tryin’ to, dude! Quit screamin’ like a banshee!” Eva answered back, wiping the liquid up quickly. “Why are ya such a bitch, Miss Sam?” She takes a few steps back and clears her throat, drawing attention to herself as she arched a brow at the vanity. “Care to tell me what’s going on, Mac? Sam?” Eva walks further into the room, waiting expectantly. Eva moves back to the vanity and straightens up, sneering down at nothing as she shoves the air before turning her emerald eyes back to where she was just standing. “Dis stupid twat spilled da perfume Dean bought you.” Eva shrugs nonchalantly. “I was jus’ makin’ sure she cleaned it up.” Eva switches to the softer voice. “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I was just, you know, checking it out.” Eva just shakes her head and sighs heavily. “Sam, leave Mac alone. If she says it was an accident, then it’s fine. It’s not like I can’t afford to replace it. I really need everyone on the same page right now.” Eva shoots her tongue out at the space in front of her. She moves over to the vanity and lets out an ear-piercing scream and takes off, cutting down the space she was just in with a spear. She climbs on top, raining down lefts and rights, finally rolling on the carpet as if in a struggle. She gets up and stands back as if watching the exchange with mild admiration for a few more moments. Finally, she leans down to separate the “fight” shoves towards the corner. “That’s enough! You bitches can’t afford to replace what you break and honestly, it stopped being funny a few minutes ago.” Eva moves toward the empty space threateningly but shoves herself back again. “I said ENOUGH!” The bedroom door flies open, revealing a still slightly wet Dean standing there, a look of confusion on his face. “Love, who are you talking to?” Eva looks around the bedroom, noticing she’s standing there all alone. |
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