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Topic Started: Jan 11 2017, 03:27 AM (33 Views)
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The elevator ride to the twentieth floor was the longest ride Eva had ever taken in her life. It seemed like it took hours but in reality, the doors opened moments after she climbed in. This was her last meeting with Dr. Farrows to see if she was qualified to adopt the three year old boy that she and Dean had already decided to name Damon Davies. Dean had passed his psych evaluation; hers was the only one left. By all indications, Dr. Farrows told her this was more of a formality than anything but it did nothing to aleve her jangled nerves. The one thought that kept replaying in her head was “Please God, I hope Daddy’s lawyers got my records buried.” She stepped off the elevator, glancing down at her black pinstriped Gucci suit, smoothing down the jacket and skirt. After taking a few steps down the hall, she reaches Dr. Farrow’s office, turning the knob quietly.

Pamela, Dr. Farrow’s secretary greeted her with a broad smile.

Pamela Monroe: Mrs. Davies, the doctor is waiting for you.

Eva looked at Pamela with a nervous smile.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Come on, Pamela, give me a hint.

Pamela just flashed an even broader smile and gave a slight nod.

Pamela Monroe: Go on, hun. It’ll be alright.

Eva let out the breath she’d been holding and walked into Dr. Farrows’ office.

Dr. Farrows stood and motioned for Eva to take a seat. As she did, she noticed Dr. Farrows didn’t.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Um, doctor, is there a problem?

Dr. Farrows pointed over at the documents lying on his desk.

Dr. Farrows: My dear, would you look those over and sign for me? I have to go get something from the other room.

Eva quickly scribbled her name, assuming it was a consent form for her medical records. When the door opened again, Dr. Farrows wasn’t alone. He held the hand of a tiny, dark haired little boy, dressed in blue jeans and a Baltimore Orioles t shirt. Holding his other hand, was Eva’s husband, Dean. The smile on his face was indescribable, the joy practically overflowing as he knelt down next to the boy.

Dean Davies: Son, I want you to meet your new mommy. Eva, come say hello to Damon.

The tears rolled from her emerald eyes as she gazed at her son. She slowly stood up, wringing her hands together unsure as she made her way over to them. She knelt down next to Damon, holding her hand out.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Damon, can I hug you? I’ve been looking forward to this for so long but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

Damon smiled, letting go of the doctor and Dean’s hands and leapt into her arms, hugging her tightly. He leaned back but didn’t let go of her.

Damon Davies: Don’t be scared, Mommy. The nice doctor has told me all about you and Daddy for weeks now. Are you and Daddy really wrestlers, like Derek Dauty? He’s my favrite!

She laughed as she nodded her head, hugging Damon again.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Yeah baby, we are wrestlers like Derek Daughtery. Ya wanna know a secret?

Damon shook his head vigorously.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Derek trained me! But, shhh, you can’t tell anybody, alright my little love bug?

Damon giggled and nodded his head, putting his finger to his lips.

Damon Davies: It’s alright, Mommy, I won’t tell!

Dean wrapped his arms around them both.

Dean Davies:He looks just like you, love. Now, are we ready to go home?

Eva laughed and looked down at Damon’s shirt.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Yeah, as soon as we get him his own New Orleans Saints shirt. Isn’t that right, little man?



New Orleans, Louisiana

The scene opens up to a drab New Orleans sky. The camera pans down revealing a dingy, desolate building, the sign out front reading “Orphelinat Notre Dame de la Paix” or Our Lady of Peace Orphanage to the less bilingual. It’s stone exterior and the bars on the windows give it an almost prison-like aura. The building is battered with age, seeing as how it had been a service to the city for over a century. The lawn out front is brown, and the sidewalk leading up to the front steps is cracked and broken. There’s a halfway deflated soccer ball lying next to the bushes - giving more credence to the hopelessness emanating from the building.

The shot pans out and Eva Broussard-Davies strolls into frame, dressed in a soft, black midriff baring cashmere sweater with a pair of ripped up designer jeans and a pair of knee high soft black leather boots with gold heels. Her black and red hair is piled loosely atop her head in a artfully messy bun. Her hands are stuffed into her pockets as she ambles up to the first step, pausing to look at the building before turning to the camera. She gives a small smile as she places her foot on the first step.

Eva Broussard- Davies: Take a good, long look, Jason. This is going to be the future home of one Miss Brandy Sandman when I’m through with you two. You want my title,right? Willing to do anything to get it, aren’t you? Even allowing that lying little heathen you call a daughter to accuse my husband of unspeakable acts.

She chuckles softly to herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

Eva Broussard-Davies: That is a slight I WILL NOT allow to go unpunished, Jason. Dean made you his bitch in your so called Butch Match, now it’s my turn - again. The only difference this time is I have more than my title on the line. I have my husband’s honor and reputation at stake. And if you know anything about me, you don’t fuck with my family. You have no idea what we went through to make Damon ours. Because unlike you, the ability to give life was ripped away from me. People like you make me sick. You have children who you have nothing to do with - or let’s be honest here - aren’t fit to be a parent to. If I was your wife, I wouldn't let you near your son either. What parent in their right mind would want a thug like you anywhere near their child? Look at what you’ve done to your daughter!

Eva gives an evil laugh as she pulls her hands out of her pockets,placing them on her hips in defiance.

Eva Broussard-Davies: Dean was right, you know. Your first wife would rather have died than watch you destroy her daughter’s life - her life. She was granted mercy that night, Jason. She’ll never have to see what a disgrace Brandy has become. Her biggest mistake was leaving her in your care. Hell, she would’ve been better off here. You’ve taken everything from her - her innocence, her femininity, and her intelligence. She sees your lack of acumen and intellect and she idolizes it. She buys into your excuse for violence - the Angel - and wants it for her own, for she sees it as an excuse to be the delinquent you are.

Eva takes another step up and leans casually against the railing as she crosses her arms under her bosom.

Eva Broussard-Davies: You think all of your transgressions have gone unnoticed, haven’t you? Well, I have a newsflash for you, Jason.

At that moment, two policemen exit the building, papers in hand.

Eva Broussard-Davies: These gentlemen, along with your wife, are in complete agreement with me. Your actions have been deemed a threat to poor, young Sully and the papers they’re holding are an injunction, denying you any contact with your son until you complete all court appointed classes.

She smirks with satisfaction as she pulls her own set of papers out of her back pocket.

Eva Broussard-Davies: These are my personal favorite though. This is a copy of the defamation lawsuit you will be served soon. Just the accusation that Brandy made is enough to ruin any man’s life, and you being her guardian, are her proxy in this. Not only will this cost you a fortune, Jason, but you WILL issue a formal apology - in ring, with Brandy by your side making the most sincere apology of her life. And you know what the kicker is? If she’s caught with a weapon on or off screen again, she will be taken fro your custody - permanently.

She places the papers back into her back pocket and smiles viciously.

Eva Broussard-Davies: When you assaulted me with the acid, I could have ended your career as well as your freedom. But the more I thought about it, I wanted to take what you value the most - your children and your dignity. And when we come face to face in that ring - in MY hometown - you will once again fall to the Voodoo Queen and I will own what matters most to you. Family.

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