Post by Alex Jones on Jul 15, 2017 1:09:47 GMT -5
Alex’s home Las Vegas Nevada
Last Year
He knew it was a mistake. The whole idea of it was. He knew there was no way it could be true. That this could ever actually happen.The door opened and Jean walked in with a nod. It has only been a day ago she left in anger, Alex had left her for Sadie Wilson….
She stepped in a looked around the house, a mean snarl coming over her lips as she looked down to see something that was clearly Sadie’s. She strutted through the living room, trailing her hand along the black leather of one of the couch’s she picked out for a place she considered their home.
She looked into the kitchen and rolled her eyes a variety of cook books on healthy eating and cleansing the body had replaced the home cooking soul food ones Jean had brought. She turned and leaned against the counter with a seductive grin
“So, where’s my replacement?....” Her voice was filled with an annoyance and anger that she tried to downplay, Alex scoffed and moved across the room towards her shaking his head. He stood far enough away to be able to move but close enough that he didn’t have to raise his own voice.”Sadie isn’t here, she’s at her place….”
Jean rolled her eyes and ran a hand across her stomach. “I’m not here to give you a hard time, or to try and win you back. I’m here just to tell you what you’re missing out on…”
Alex stayed silent and didn’t move, his arms folded over his chest, his expression unchanged. His eyes a steely blue as he watched Jean move closer. “See inside me...right now...is YOUR child….” Alex flinched, his eyes moving to her stomach, a few doubts raising up as Jean stepped forward with a piece of paper, he reached out taking it before reading over the blood test record confirming a positive.
Alex softened a little but looked away. Jean continued closer. “Must have done the trick first time...lucky you Daddy….”
Alex shook his head as she emphasised “Daddy”. He sighed and stayed silent as Jean got closer. “I’m keeping it but don’t worry OUR child will know what kind of “man” their father is.” She did the air quotes and snarled with a tilt of her head, Alex ran a hand through his hair and then took a step to her reaching out, Jean stepped back and pulled out a semi automatic pistol.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME…”
She yelled with such anger Alex was startled. Her hand shook with the gun and Alex put his arms up in a defensive stance. Jean shook her head and laughed in an almost maniacal fashion “You don’t know what it’s like you son of a bitch….I fucking loved you and you threw me away and people blame ME for everything...for breaking up professional wrestlings fucking golden couple….” Her hand and voice both shook, she broke a little in her eyes and stepped back.
“Slutty bitch Jean did this..she broke up Ana and Alex….well...doesn’t have to be that way now does it Alex?” Jean slowly turned the gun towards herself and Alex swallowed hard, he quickly leapt forward and grabbed the gun moving Jean out of the way as it clicked but nothing happened, she laid under Alex and her sadness turned to...something else….
Alex slid up and shook his head, Jean moved towards him with the gun and just laughed before pointing it at him clicking it twice. “Bang bang….” she breezed past him and walked to the door humming before turning around. “Don’t worry daddy...we’ll be fine….” Another click is heard as the door closes and Alex closes his eyes with a deep breath. “Fuck….”
And the nightmare continued.
Alex’s Las Vegas Home.
Last Year
She sat in the loungeroom playing. Her hair in little pigtails. The natural light brown hair swaying as she bobbed her little head humming songs from frozen. I couldn’t help but smile. These moments alone with Harley is what made me want to go on. When all was lost, when I felt my entire world break, when my mind fractured she was what kept me from just walking away.
When the walls started to tear, when my heart spent everyday hurting I still had her. See people just remember my infidelity. My mistakes. But do they remember the months before that?. The painful emasculation I had to endure at the hands of my “loving” wife?. The joke I became and the jokes I had to endure and not once did she do anything more than offer a flippant after thought or remark of defense?
Marriage was about having each other’s backs. I had hers, I defended her and went to war on more than one occasion just for someone speaking ill of her.
But when push came to shove she couldn’t muster enough energy to even speak a kind word about me. Her husband, the man she once called her “great love” The father of her daughter. A daughter that looks so much like her beautiful mother. A woman who despite all that has happened I still love. A woman who I am forever connected with, not just because of our past. But because of this sweet, innocent little girl.
She built a house out of play dough, she smiled at me proud and happy before her little hands smooshed it all down into one soft lump. I raised an eyebrow and leaned in close. “Why did you do that honey?” Harley smiled and her little head popped up, her voice soft and cute speaking in baby English but still enough to understand.
“I build again…” I laughed to myself and dropped to one knee, my hand reaching out to move a loose hair behind her little ear. “Why did you smash it if you’re just going to build it?..”
She tilted her head and turned to me with a grin. “Daddy sometimes you break...then build stronger”. I opened my mouth to say something but she went about her business. Her little hands adding more playdough, making the walls thicker, building higher. She sat back proud and poked it to make sure it wouldn’t bend or break. She turned and put her hands in the air with a laugh “STRONG!”
I ran my hand over her head and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Sometimes children make fools of us all…..
I got to my feet and smiled stepping back and away, I looked down at my phone with a smile. The message coming through from Sonja. I typed a quick reply and sent it away. A sigh escaping my lips as a weight seemed to lift off. I slipped my phone back in my pocket and smiled content...happy...focused.
