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| Pain, Pressure, and Adversity | |
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| sunshine | Oct 30 2016, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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New Orleans,Louisiana July 2000 Watching my older brother, Phillipe climb the massive magnolia tree just behind our plantation home, I wondered to myself “If he can do it, so can I, right? Just ‘cause he’s older doesn’t make him better.” I looked back at the double doors to make sure Maman wasn’t watching. To her, I was supposed to be a proper lady, and ladies don’t get dirty. Personally, I was sick of the etiquette classes that she made me do. Phillipe didn’t have to do it, why did I? I turned back just in time to see his feet disappear in the massive blooms. He never went that high. Eva Broussard: Phillipe! Maman will skin your backside if she catches you going that high! He called back down with mocking in his voice. Phillipe Broussard: You’re just jealous ‘cause you can’t do it! An’ if you tell Maman, I’ll switch you myself! Well, that was enough for me. I ran to the enormous trunk and began to scramble up. I’d watched him enough, I knew where all the footholds were, so it was easy. Eva Broussard: I’m not jealous of you! Just you wait an’ see, I’ll go higher than you ever did! I could hear his feet scraping above me, followed by his laughter. Phillipe Broussard: You’ll never get ‘dis high, Mackenzie! You know girls aren’t as strong as boys. An’ you’re just a little, weak girl! I could hear him blow a raspberry before the blooms started to fall, indicating he had started to climb again. A determination I’d never felt before filled me as I climbed higher and higher. Finally, I caught up to Phillipe, who looked nervous as he clung to the thin branch over his head. He glanced at me before he looked back to the ground, which seemed miles away. Phillipe Broussard: Mackenzie, don’t go any higher. The branches are too thin, you’ll fall. Please don’t, Maman will kill me! I blew a raspberry at him and stepped up to his branch and reached for the next one. As I swung up, the branch below me cracked and broke, dropping Phillipe. He screamed until his head hit the thick, bottom branch, going silent before landing on the ground in a twisted heap. The scream ripped from my throat as the tears began to fall. I couldn’t move, frozen in terror as I watched my brother lying motionless on the ground below. Maman came running from the house, Marcus’ nanny right behind her, carrying him close. Maman crumbled to the ground next to Phillipe, looking for any sign of movement, a breath from his chest, anything. There was nothing. His eyes were open but the life had drained from them. My mother’s cries of agony echoed through me and matched mine. Garcelle finally looked up to my perch, a suspicion in her eyes. She knelt next to Maman and whispered something I couldn’t hear. The look in Maman’s eyes when she found me burned through my soul. Josephine Broussard: Mackenzie Eva Broussard! What have you done?! At that moment, something snapped inside me. A voice inside my head spoke up, terrifying me. Sam: Choo see da way dey lookin’ at us? Dey tink we pushed ‘im! Another voice spoke up before I could even comprehend what was happening. Mac: But we didn’t do nothin’! Ya can’t think our momma would even consider that!? Sam: Of course she does! Phillipe was ‘er pride an’ joy. We’re nothing compared ta ‘im. Look at da way Garcelle is lookin’ too. Dey tink we did it! I finally shook myself out of my head and cried down to Maman. Eva Broussard: Maman, I didn’t do anything! The branch broke! It was an accident! Is Phillipe alright? Are you mad at me, Maman? He told me I couldn’t do it. My mother’s eyes blazed up at me, fury evident. Josephine Broussard: Mackenzie, get down here NOW! Your father and I will deal with you later. I have to call your father and the police. Non, Phillipe is NOT alright. Your brother is dead, Mackenzie. We will figure out what really happened but I need you to come down now. She drew a deep, calming breath, trying to reign in her emotions. Josephine Broussard: Ma fille, please come down. I can’t bear it if you met the fate as Phillipe. Garcelle, take Marcus inside, s’il vous plait. She went back to cradling Phillipe as I slowly began to descend, trembling with each step, the tears flowing. My brother was dead. He begged me not to go higher. Was it my fault? The scene shifts to the interior of a plush, luxury suite where we find the raven haired Voodoo Queen, Eva Broussard-Davies reclined back in a burgundy chaise. She crosses her long legs, her flowing purple satin robe parting just enough to allow her alabaster skin to shine. Eva lifts a tumbler of amber liquid to her lips as her gaze seems to be a million miles away. She finally shifts her focus to the camera, a somber look lingering. Eva Broussard-Davies: Abel Essex. Ironclad. Two very unique men in their own right. Each hiding pain from a past they can’t escape. I know the feeling all too well, gentlemen. But are you running from yours? Or are you embracing yours as I do? She lifts the glass to her lips, sipping slowly, She raises the glass to the camera as a wry smile curves her full lips. Eva Broussard-Davies: How do you deal with the things you’ve done? How do you cope? The sacrifice you’ve made for your place in the sun, Abel, is almost admirable. Almost. What will you do when you fall short? Will you beg forgiveness for forsaking those that needed you the most? Will you fall on your knees and cry? She leans in, her smile turning cruel. Eva Broussard-Davies: By the look in your eyes, I know you will. You’re weak, pathetic. A shell of your former self that has nothing left of value in this world. Do you think you will be forgiven for what you’ve done? There is no woman in her right mind that would forgive the treachery you’ve displayed. You turned your back on your family for a shot at stardom. A slim one at that. How will you look your child in the eyes when you have failed? What kind of father could possibly face their progeny after discarding them like trash? Your child will grow up hating you for what you’ve done. That is, if they even remember you at all. Leaning back once again, Eva taps the glass with her nail. Eva Broussard-Davies: You see, my son will never have to deal with that. He has a mother that loves him beyond reason and a father that will stop at nothing to protect him from the type of pain you’re inflicting. Do you think we let him go to sleep at night without being by his side? Even with the travel schedule, my son is never far from us. He knows how much he is loved and if the day ever comes where he isn’t happy with our careers, we would give it up in a heartbeat. Do you know why? Because we’re not selfish. His happiness comes first, not ours. Can you say the same, Abel? She laughs mockingly. Eva Broussard-Davies: Of course you can’t. Now, let’s move on to what I know you’re thinking. You’ve beaten me before, why should this time be any different? She casts a glance at the air vent, knowing that the jars are secure. Eva Broussard-Davies: I underestimated you the first time. This time I’m taking no chances. And that goes the same for you Ironclad. I’ve been watching you and I’m leaving nothing to chance. My insurance policies are in place, believe me cher. She returns the tumbler to her lips and takes another long pull from it, licking the amber liquid from her lip. Eva Broussard-Davies: Ironclad...an interesting moniker. Is that to prop yourself up or is it just some lame attempt by your band of unwashed masses to intimidate? Either way, you’ve failed. You hide behind your facade to keep your secrets hidden. Again, admirable. Almost. No one keeps their past hidden long in Redemption. Your skeletons will come to light, just as mine will eventually. And when they do, how will you react? Will you run and hide, ashamed by your actions or will you embrace it as I have? Eva locks an emerald gaze on the camera as it moves in for a closer shot. Eva Broussard-Davies: I have weighed and measured you and found you lacking, Ironclad. You’re running now and you will run when you’re exposed. You’re a coward in leather. You fight the demons within you instead of holding them close, using them to your advantage. That is your mistake. Cling to them as if your very life depended on it, because it will. If you continue to fight your true self, you will crack and fracture, crumbling beneath the pressure. She looks off into the distance, biting her lower lip as she thinks. Eva Broussard-Davies: Pressure is an interesting concept, if you think about it. Enough pressure is applied to a lump of coal and what do you get? A diamond. And that is exactly what I have become. I have risen above the pressure and came out harder and stronger than anyone ever thought. Can the same be said for you? Reclining back on the chaise, Eva pulls one leg up, resting her hand on it. Eva Broussard-Davies: Adversity. Pressure. Pain. All things I am familiar with, comfortable with. All things I doubt you deal well with. When push comes to shove, you will disintegrate into dust that will blow away in the wind. Don’t mistake me, I have no qualms when it comes to getting my hands dirty, and you will be no exception. Again, she turns her blazing green stare to the camera. Eva Broussard-Davies: Neither of you will be an exception. I have embraced my inner pain and I use it. The same can’t be said for either of you. Essex and Ironclad, you will never learn that pain, adversity, and pressure bring out the best in you. My demons have names and I play well with them all. The same can’t be said for you. They don’t like you and they wanna play. And when I let them take the reigns, all hell breaks loose. |
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