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Scene:
The Summers Estate.
Kimberly
looks in horror as the blood streams down Braden's
face. A hint of remorse crosses her mind as she looks down at her shaky hands. He seems as though he will be just fine...after all, she hadn't hit him that hard with the vase. At least this was the reasoning in her convoluted mind.
"You're going to be just fineI just had to stop you...you can't call me crazy, Braden. Those words don't come off very well to me. I just get angry. I know you understand"
A speechless Braden looks up into her lost demonic eyes as he searches for the right words. He can't turn her into the authorities due to the charade he had been playing all along with her. Indeed, it seems she has him right where he belongs- begging for mercy.
"I'm so sorry. I'll never cross you again," Braden finally mutters.
"Damn right you won't" Kimberly hunches over to lock eyes with him. "Now, if you promise we can put this behind us and that you won't use any of those words again, I'll help you and let you go. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes...absolutely, my love."
"You still...still love me?" Kimberly trips over her words.
"Yes, my love. Always and forever." Braden plays along.
"That's so great to hear...I'm so sorry, baby. Let me get some bandages and we'll clean you up."
Kimberly leaves the room quickly and Braden forces himself to his feat. The bleeding has stopped for the most part, although he realizes he'll have a nasty scar when he looks into the mirror hanging on the wall.
"Son of a bitch"
"What is that?" Kimberly overhears and calls out from the next room.
"I'm just in quite some pain, my love. Do you have any painkillers?"
"Of course. This house is practically a pharmacy. I'll be right out with some."
"Thanks, love."
Braden looks at his watch and hopes to be out of the
estate within the next hour. He needs to rest up, for he has an obligation
to fulfill the following evening. He just prays that 'Claudia', or
whatever else she called herself, doesn't get her psychotic genes from her
mother.
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Scene: The Davison Estate.
Jason stands frozen as he begins to feel his legs go weak. Fear consumes his mind, but is there a possibility that she could actually know? He wonders if Helen overheard a conversation between he and Ashleywas it truly possible?
"Look, Jason," she stares into his crystal blue eyes, "all the signs are there. Did you really think you could hide this much longer?"
Jason looks away breaking their intense stare and mulls over an adequate answer. "I'm sorry, Grams...I suppose I didn't want everyone to feel the pain I was going through."
"The pain?" Helen inquires.
"Well, of course. I can't tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep when I first found out. I wanted so badly to blame someone, but in the end, the only one I could blame was myself."
"That bastard! I never imagined he was treating you badly...I don't like this one bit. I mean, this news should be joyful and uplifting."
"Joyful and uplifting? Excuse me?" Jason shoots a puzzled look into her direction.
"Well, yes! When I first told my parents what I was experiencing they were elated. Hell, it finally got me out of the house."
Jason
shakes his head in disbelief; Helen looks back confused by his reaction.
"Grams, maybe we're talking about different things here."
"I know exactly what you're hiding. You're finally settling down with a nice young boy and you don't want to make a fuss about it and introduce him to us. Well, I say it's about damn time!" Helen replies. "However, if he is putting you through this pain you're speaking of, well then...off with his head!"
Jason dissects her words carefully and realizes she is on a completely different page. He contemplates whether he should play along or not, although a large part of him finds the whole situation to be quite amusing.
"No, no...things have gotten better. Like I said, those were in the earlier days. He makes me really happy now."
"Good to hear.
Let me know a
good time next week and I'll make dinner for everyone. Invite this boy over so we can officially meet him. I'm looking forward to it- I'll make my special recipe!" Helen exclaims before leaving him alone in the living room.
"Oh shit...this is going to be interesting," Jason mutters under his breath as he realizes he needs to find a date quickly- one that will stand the drama and chaos that seems to surround the women in his life.
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