Post by Alicia Lukas on Jul 2, 2017 9:30:52 GMT
Silent night
Let me sleep away these memories within
Sacrifices of purities are turning into sins
And this judgment day is drawing near
And this confession is killing me again
Scene One-You only see what he wants you to see….
Off Camera
Atlanta Georgia
7 Years Ago
They all talked in quiet whispers. Polite smiles. Happy tones. It made Violet sick to her stomach. She heard the laughter from the other room. The men of the houses, the families that controlled most of Georgia. The “old money”. Her own betrothed, Ronnie, he stood in the doorway before turning his head to see Violet sitting at the table looking down into her tea. His face changed as she looked up and fear struck out at her heart. He had warned her earlier in the day not to make a scene.
She was to be...happy
She was to be the walking, talking, smiling blonde socialite that she had been raised to be. Rory sat near her in his stroller. Her older son Ryan, now two and a half ran about with the other children. Violet smiled looking at all the other girls. Many of them the same age as her or a little older. All of them forced into this modern day slavery of an arranged marriage. But they all smiled. Their hair was done and tied up in elaborate styles, they all wore fancy dresses like her. But did they have to put up with the same disrespect she did?
She swallowed hard as she went to move her arm forward, the short sleeve of her dress slipping down revealing a bruise she had not remembered to cover up with make up. She sipped her tea lightly before she felt eyes upon her. She turned her head and raised an eyebrow as Maria, a girl she went to finishing school with, the same age as Violet stared at her arm. Violet awkwardly shuffled the sleeve up and shook her head at her friend. She felt the shame rise up, she felt the anguish burn in her heart.
Violet Maxwell: Excuse me….
She faintly smiled and stood up taking Rory in her arms, she moved across the dining hall and passed the parlour room where Ronnie and the other rich society boys were enjoying there time. She made it into one of the large washrooms and set Rory down she closed her eyes and felt the tears fall, Rory’s small noises faded out and she felt alone. She backed up with the tiled wall and slid down to the cold, hard floor.
She turned and pulled the small bag she had brought over to her lap flicking through it. She stopped coming to a pen knife, the steel shining from the light above. Violets eye lit up as the realisation hit her. There it was. The way out. She pushed herself to her feet before running the hot water. She ran her wrist under it and then the blade. She held it against her arm but something stopped her. Her hands shook as she slowly looked up into the mirror.
She was 18 years old. Forced into a relationship, sold off by her mother to a society marriage. Not even married and already two children. She was meant for more than this. She was meant for hopes and dreams and to change the world. Her teeth ground together as she pushed the blade against her skin, her voice low as she whispered to herself.
Violet Maxwell: Do it…..do it you fucking pussy….
Her hand pushed, the blade making a small cut as the blood moved and flowed into the sink, she stopped, Rory’s crying breaking through the angered haze. She dropped the knife, her hand gliding over to her baby son. What would he do without her?. What would Ronnie teach him and Ryan without her?. What would her younger sister do?. Her younger brother?. The shame that would bring to the family?.
The door opened, a chill went down her spine. Had Ronnie heard it all?. Had he heard Rory’s cries?. Maria stood in the doorway, she slowly moved in and shut the door behind her. Her long dark hair was half tied up and flowed down in a braid, her green eyes were kind, sympathetic and caring. The opposite of what most would look at her with in this society. Rory seemed to calm and go quiet in her presence. Violet closed her eyes and tried to keep it in.
Maria reached out, her hand gliding along Violet’s face. The tears flowed and Maria leaned forward bringing Violet into an embrace. It had been too long since Violet had felt the kindness of another person. The warmth that came from a good heart. As Maria pulled away she smiled.
Maria: You need to run….
Violet Maxwell: How?....
Maria: I’ll help you….
Once upon a time
There was a nasty, little piggy filled with pride and greed
Once upon a time
There was an evil, little piggy typical disease
You see this little pig is slowly becoming my own worst enemy.
You see this evil pig she's a blood, blood, blood sucking part of me
Scene Two-The Escape Of the Damned
Off Camera
Atlanta Georgia
7 Years Ago…
It was the dead of night. A warm summer’s eve filled with only the smallest of noises. The wind rustled through the leaves of the tree’s outside. Inside the main bedroom of the huge two story old style plantation house Violet breathed low and quiet, Ronnie had his arm draped over her as she looked around, her eyes darting from side to side as she slid out from under the heavy appendage. Her feet hit the floor as the old wooden boards made the slightest of creaking noises. Violet closed her eyes as a silent prayer ran through her mind.
Please god, don’t let him wake up….
Her heart raced as she heart movement in the bed, a groan and the sheets move. But then silence before the breathing, Violet let out a sigh of relief before moving further away, she winced in pain as she turned her body the wrong way. The bruises on her upper body, her ribs stretched and shot pain everywhere else. A result in dealing with Ronnie’s anger a few hours before. Before the eventual apologies he never meant, before the sweet tender kisses that signaled it wasn’t time to fight, but time for Violet to do what she was supposed to. The duty she had been promised to provide.
It made her sick, the dry heaving boiling up from her stomach and chest causing more pain to shoot through her body and down her spine. She clamped her hands over her mouth her breath heaving between her fingers. She swallowed it, all of it back down in one huge gulp of pain and anger. She turned looking over her shoulder at him. It hit her, what if he finds her. He always said he’d never let her go, he’d find wherever she was. His father was a man of means and influence. His contacts made his reach vast. Violet turned and walked towards the bed, her hands reaching out for her pillow. She held it in her hands staring down at him. It would only take a few seconds. A few moments of struggle and it would be done.;....over….
She’d be able to take her boys then. But what kind of life would they lead?. She’d be caught. They’d be taken away. No access for her mother or anyone else. No, she couldn’t. She dropped the pillow back onto the bed and slowly slipped away She turned from the bedroom into the hallway and to a spare room sliding in. Clothes she had hidden earlier laid on the bed with a bag next to it filled with a passport. Money. Directions. She had prepared well. A small smile coming across her face as she took out the small pre-paid phone from the pocket reading over the message from Maria. She was outside in a car, just beyond the gate. Violet had to hurry. She got dressed fast before grabbing the bag and sliding out. She turned and stopped coming face to face with the boys room. Rory and Ryan. She swallowed hard and laid her hand on the door. She closed her eyes as the tears fell.
Violet Maxwell: I’m sorry, I hope you’ll understand. I love you both….
She took one final deep breath and made her way downstairs moving fast past the employees quarters and out the door shutting it lightly. She was outside, the warm summer breeze hitting her in the face as her hair whipped behind her. The world suddenly seemed so big. Like she was seeing it for the first time. The lights from Maria’s car flashed as Violet took off running across the large open field towards the gates, she tossed the bag over the fence climbing it landing hard outside before sliding in, Maria giving her a hug.
Maria: I knew you could do it Violet….
Violet Maxwell: Alicia….my….my name...it’s now Alicia…
Alicia pulled back, Maria tilted her head with a smile and a nod of understanding. She fastened her seatbelt and the two started their drive, She didn’t want to look back. She resisted. Now was a time for moving forward not back. But her heart wouldn’t let it happen. Alicia turned her body staring out the back window as the large house that had been her prison since she was 13 slowly disappeared into the blackened darkness…
Scene Three-I’m not done yet
On Camera
Present day.
“Goddamn….”
Alicia paces back and forth. Her long blond hair tied out of her face that seems covered in small yellow and blue bruises. She rolls her neck hearing it pop and crack a few times.
“Last few weeks have been a little rough for me in IWF. But the thing is I’m not disheartened or depressed or even worried. See that’s the problem so many people have. They focus so much on the wins and losses they don’t realise that part of the journey is learning from your mistakes and learning to overcome these obstacles. I’ve still had more wins than losses, I still have people looking at me wondering just how good I am and what I could be.”
“This past weekend at Bloody Assizes I had a chance to become the Shieldmaiden, I had a chance to avenge a loss to Shae O Hara but in that match I was the first one gone from it. It had to be one of us and in this case it was me. There’s no excuses for it, on that night they were both better than me and Shae is continuing her great run and honestly it makes me smile. See there’s a common misconception in this business that says you have to be the best of the best and no one can touch you...but the sad truth is that if no one can touch you, challenge you or beat you...well life and competition becomes pretty boring…”
“And I hate being bored….”
“Which is why I’m glad that when I got to IWF I tasted a loss. When Eternity was able to beat me I smiled. I mean losing sucks, I’m not going to lie but losing helped you grow. And it also takes the pressure off. Streaks tend to be great but the sad fact is they all need to end….”
Alicia slowly smiles and shrugs her shoulders.
“Same as title reigns and careers there will come a time where it just ends. And to pretend any different and to lie to yourself is just tragic. Losses happen too, so when I say I am one of the best wrestlers in the world it doesn't mean I’m unbeatable, it doesn’t mean I will beat everyone every time. It means I go out to that ring and I do my best every goddamn night and most of the time I come out the winner. It means that I can go into any company I want and have some form of success and always give other women a run for their money. And it also means that I don’t run from any challenge….”
“Even ones as impressive as Max Valentine. You know I was a fan of another woman named Valentine. Till I met her and found out she was a lying manipulating bullshit artist. But you Max, you are someone I look at and smile for. See much like Astrid Hall another woman I have had run ins with you are a monster. In physical size, stature and attitude. I mean as far as women in wrestling go I’m no withering violet. I’m five foot eight and almost one fifty, I’m not “small” but you?.”
“Six foot tall and a lot of weight there. You are going to come at me like a big scary freight train and trust me when I say that I ain’t gonna move. I ain’t gonna run...nah Maxie...I’m going to stand there and take everything you got and then shove it straight back down your throat….”
“All these other girls are warriors in their own way, but they’re not like me. No one is like me. I’m not a former model or popstar or someone who just says things to sound tough like Fiona McFly only to fail miserably. I’m a beast in my own right. Much like yourself I love the physicality in there. In fact I don’t really start enjoying myself till I get punched right in the damn face. I need that to kind of wake me up, for me to then know it’s on….”
“And that’s what I’m so hyped for all this Maxine, I’m ready to get in that ring with you on monday because I know you’ll give me that fight. And despite your own personal feelings about me I will be there face to face with you ready to go. This is Heiress to the throne season and I am looking to stake my claim as being one of the best and earning a shot. I need to remind people who I am, climb back on that horse and get ready to ride.”
Alicia smiles slowly and licks her lips.
“And what better way than to get in the ring with a devastating machine like yourself and prove it. I’m not going to be like everyone else Max, I’m not going to run others down and say they’re nothing cause all that does is show a weak mind and underestimating an opponent is as bad as overestimating ones self. And I’m a realist. And I can tell you right now that with me you will get a real fight. You’ll get a pitbull foaming at the mouth ready to go….”
“And the fans are going to see something that drives them wild, they are going to see two women leaving everything in the ring and leaving nothing for chance. They’re going to see two warriors fighting till their last breath...and that excites me Max, that makes me happy beyond words….”
“Let’s dance….”
Well howdy there pardner.