Post by Kathleen Conway on Jun 30, 2013 17:58:41 GMT
Kathleen Conway sat on the edge of her eldest daughter's bed, and the six year old looked up at her mother.
Solitaire: Mommy, are you mad at Auntie Emma?
Kathy: I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know...
Solitaire: Is it because of daddy again?
This got Kathy's attention.
Kathy: What? No!
Solitaire: Good. Because daddy says he's sorry...
Kathy: He is?
Solitaire nods.
Kathy: What is he sorry for?
Solitaire: Daddy's sorry for taking Emma away from her friends, is that why you're fighting? It's okay mommy, I know friends fight sometimes. Last week in recess I had a fight with Jess over who was the bestest wrestler in IWF. She said it was Andy, I said it was daddy...
Kathy: You know, you really shouldn't fight with your friends, Soli...
Solitaire: I know, that's what daddy said too.
Kathy: Besides, I thought you liked Andy?
Solitaire: I still do Mommy, he's good but he's not the best in the world. Not like daddy. Did you know that's why he doesn't wrestle every week anymore? Nobody wants to fight him because they're all afraid they'll lose...
This makes Kathy laugh.
Solitaire: It's true! Daddy told me!
Kathy: I'm sure he did...
Solitaire: It's good for me anyway that daddy doesn't wrestle every week. I get to see him more now and he picks me up from school more. I missed him when he was gone every week...
Kathy: What about me? Did you miss me?
Solitaire giggles.
Solitaire: YES! I just missed daddy more...
Solitaire stcks her tongue out at her mother, clearly teasing Kathy.
Kathy: You're such a daddy's girl!
Solitaire: I am the Ace Of Diamonds! Daddy says when I get a bit older he'll teach me how to do the FameAcer so I can whoop some piddly asses too...
Kathy: Oh, did he now? I think I need to have a word with your daddy...
Solitaire: Don't worry mommy, I don't want to be a wrestler...
Kathy: Oh, you don't?
Kathy tries to hide her sense of relief at hearing this. She wanted something better, something more for her daughter. Solitaire shakes her head.
Solitaire: No...because I don't want anybody to miss me as much as I miss you and daddy when you have to go away. It hurts too much...
Kathy seems stunned to hear her daughter say this.
Kathy: Awwww sweetie, we miss you and your baby sister too, but I promise you I won't do this forever...
Solitaire: That's what daddy always says too.
Kathy: You do believe us don't you?
Solitaire: Yes, daddy has never lied to me.
Kathy: Neither have I, sweetie, and I never will...
Solitaire: You promise?
Kathy: I promise. Hey, promise me you'll make up with Jess okay? I don't want you fighting....
Solitaire: It's okay mommy...look...
Solitaire shows her right wrist which has a beaded friendship bracelet around it.
Solitaire: Jess' mommy helped her make this for me and it means we will be friends forever now...
Kathy holds her daughter's wrist and looks at the bracelet.
Kathy: That's so pretty. You know you should make one for her too...
Solitaire: Will you help me?
Kathy: Of course I will, sweet-pea.
Solitaire: YAY! You are the bestest mommy in the whole world! And then I can help you make one for Auntie Emma and you can be friends again too.
Kathy smiles, it melted her heart to see her daughter so happy over such a simple thing. She missed that innocence in herself. Kathy leans down to hug her daughter and the two share a touching moment.
Kathy: Awwww, thanks Soli, I needed that...
Solitaire: Everybody needs a hug sometimes mommy. Just 'member you can always come to me when you need one, I love them!
Kathy: I will! And you remember when you need one you can always come to me or daddy...
Solitaire: Hey, mommy, can you promise me just one more thing?
Kathy: Anything.
Solitaire: Don't let the the creepy lady with the worms in her pocket get you this week...
Kathy: I promise.
Solitaire: Sometimes I think she's waiting to get me under the bed and I can't sleep...
Kathy: Do you want me to check?
Solitaire nods.
Kathy then hops off the bed and gets on her knees, searching under the bed.
Kathy: Nope, there are no monsters under here...
Solitaire then points across her room to her closet in the corner.
Solitaire: What about over there?
Kathy follows her daughter's finger as she gets up and walks over to the closet, swinging it wide open so that Solitaire can see inside.
Kathy: Nope, no monsters in here either...see?
Only after Solitaire is completely satisfied does Kathy close the closet. She walks over and leans over the bed, reaching to switch off the table lamp, but Solitaire speaks up.
Solitaire: Can you leave it please mommy...just in case she comes?
Kathy pulls her hand away and nods smiling, she then pulls the duvet over her daughter tucking her in, Kathy runs her fingers through her daughter's hair and holds her gaze.
Kathy: Whenever you get scared next time, I want you to remember that no monsters can ever get us long as we love each other...okay?
Solitaire nods as she closes her eyes and Kathy kisses her daughter on the forehead. Her voice drops to a whisper.
Kathy: Nightie night, sleep tight. May you stay as sweet as you are and may all your sweetest dreams come true...
I'm sorry Emma.
I'm sorry Izzy.
I'm sorry Eternity.
I'm sorry you all consider me to be some sort of monster because I have a heart. I'm sorry it hasn't been blackened by tragedy like all of yours have. I really don't know why I'm apologising to each of you for growing up in a loving household with loving parents and now living a happy life with a loving husband and two loving daughters, but there we are. I guess that's just the kind of world we live in these days. Nobody can stand anybody else's happiness nowadays, certainly not in this business where if you ask even the most cynical and jaded wrestler we get paid to piss on everybody's parades and making mountains out of molehills. If you're really all that upset with me and my lot in life then the best advice I have for each of you is not to friend request me on Facebook. You'll have a damn aneurysm when you see all the pictures of my family enjoying themselves when I clutter up your newsfeeds with photos as simple as me in my wedding dress and statuses such as 'Jake Conway is the best dad and husband EVER!!!!!!! #StillHappilyMarried #FiveYearsAndCounting'...
Oh yeah, that's right, Facebook has hashtags now, suck it!
Kathy pauses, bringing a forefinger to her lips.
Hmmm, on second thought, that's not such a bad idea. Maybe you should all add me because at least that way when you all drop dead of jealousy, you bitches will finally have no choice but to get the fuck out of my face, yes even you Emma. As schitzophrenic as you have been this week, spending half of your promo condemning me for turning you into something you're not, and holding you back, and then completely flipping the switch and trying to convince our opponents that you're still my friend. If I'm not buying it, how can you expect them to? You can't start your promo by going to great pains telling me you're the Harcore Hellion, not a blood diamond and then end it with you are a blood diamond after all. It just doesn't work that way and if you think I'm that big of an idiot, maybe you need to be put down with another Kat Nap.
I had faith in you and you threw it back in my face.
So now I realise that it was all misplaced. Nobody in this company ever gave me any sort of credit or cared about me and my happiness, so tell me Emma why should I care about the caricatures that Alysson and Ayla call relationships. Maybe they're not the two dimensional carboard cut-outs after all, maybe its you Emma. See what you've made me do now? Izzy and Eternity are probably watching this right now and yucking up the fact that we're fighting like cats and dogs. And its rather an apt analogy because that's all I see you as. Dogs. All three of you. Mangy dogs. And really, why should I be surprised? Emma wants to throw her lot in with her old friends and shun her new ones, fine, make your bed, lay with mongrels like Ayla and Alysson, but when you wake up with fleas in the morning, don't come to me and expect me not to put you down...
"Oh look at Kathy running down her own partner. She never was too smart. What do you expect? She dated Sexy Jason, she married Jake Conway and lest we definitely not forget the funniest of all, her injury made her delusional and think she was a cat...heeheehee."
That's what you think isn't it Eternity? Tell me you gothic fruit loop, where exactly the fuck do you get off criticising my career when you've been here for a cup of coffee and only have a handful of victories? To date your only notable accomplishment has been ending the career of a dumb blonde whose most noteworthy moment before stepping into an IWF ring with you was deep-throating a banana...woah, woah! Stop the presses! Move over Alysson Gardner, there's a new big bad bitch in town! I've watched you work in that ring Eternity, and you're impressive, but the fact is the only thing you've proven thus far is that you're at your best when the lights go out. Ask Jake, I'm not so bad myself under those circumstances. Ask Izzy, I'm sure she'll have no problem telling you just how good she is either. Just don't ask Emma, she's too busy for all that kind of fun hanging out with the most asexual man on the roster, Andrew Jacobsen.
Speaking of Emma, I know I've spent half of this promo running you down, but the fact is that even though I wish I didn't, the fact is I need you this Monday. I need you to watch my back. I need you to follow my lead, but don't worry, I'm willing to let you off your leash if you promise me that you will go out of your way this week to botch a piledriver and snap Eternity's scrawny little neck. Put her out of her misery, please. Make all those sloppy self taught moves you learnt wrestling in the bingo halls actually count for something. Do that for me and we'll be best friends forever...
I promise.
And if Lockheart gives you any shit for ending the career of a young Diamond by making a bad decision and making a bad move, just nod, smile and remind her that it isn't your first bad decision and it won't be your last. Tell her how you had the opportunity to train under a living legend and his wife but you shunned it because you didn't want to be a puppet, and hope she understands and overlooks the fact that rather than cut the strings completely you've simply exchanged one puppet master for another. Enjoy your status as the dorky friend of the pretty and popular high strung sorority girls, Emma, I'm sure it'll work out for you much better than the friend who actually gave a damn about you and tried to help you, the friend who apparently held you back from such a stellar career before you ever associated yourself with me. You're only achievement is that you once held the NCW Starlets World Championship for a whole twenty-eight days longer than I ever did, three years ago. So yeah Jake and I so obviously held you back from such a sterling career...
Sorry about that.
So it seems that I'm just so full of apologies today and so whilst I'm at it I feel I owe another. I'm sorry Izzy, I haven't paid you that much attention in this promo and I know you're not used to that. You're usually the centre of attention aren't you? You walk into a room and all eyes are on you. The only thing that drops faster than men's jaws at the sight of you is their pants, and to think you accuse me of being the one to go down easy. It's obvious that neither of us have a problem using our sexualities to get what we want, and whilst a couple of hypocritical prudes on the roster might have a problem with it, I do not, but then I am the babe who went tooth and nail with the first incarnation of BWA in a SEX Match, so yeah. I'm not surprised one bit that the woman who has been jilted by Verona who has made some personal choices you have a hard time accepting has jumped right on the bandwagon of trying to take a knife to the tightest knot I've ever tied in my life.
You remind me of the girls I knew in high school, the ones who weren't quite good enough despite all their charms and assets to make it with the smart successful guy and so settled for the company of the big dumb jock. No wonder you hate me, Izzy, because you resent the fact that the most important man in my life isn't so messed up that he has to hide behind a mask even when he's hanging out with me. You view your man as an insurance policy, I view mine as an equal and if you insist on hating me for that then join the back of the line honey with the rest of the resentful bitches who can't form meaningful bonds for more than six months at best. It isn't my fault that your most meaningful relationship is with some roided up gorilla and not the ruggedly handsome Italian you really want.
If you absolutely insist on finding a reason to hate me, step in the ring with me for ten minutes Izzy and I'm sure I can find you a better reason to hate me other than the fact that my love life just happened to work out in the end and yours hasn't. I trusted my husband enough, even when he voted you to win that lingerie contest, and you're damn right I've invested years of my life into forging that kind of trust. I gave it my all. I went all in and I hit the jackpot, and nobody will ever take that away from me no matter how frilly or lacey their undies get...the sooner you all learn this, the happier you'll all be. I will admit though Izzy, part of me does feel sorry for the position you find yourself in this week. You're stuck between two warring Queens just looking for someone to behead, for no other reason than simply for one to prove her superiority to the other, and this Monday, heads will roll. The pretty young lingerie model has been judged fit for execution, and you're expecting the Daughter of Death to be your salvation, but the reality is that she just might be the first voice you hear...
Calling for your head...
"Battle not with monsters, lest you become a monster..."
This was the thought that ran through my mind as I made my way from my daughter's room to my bedroom. Was I becoming a monster? Was I overreacting to Emma's comments? I didn't think so. It isn't my fault that she proved herself to be no better than the last woman in this business who I thought I could count on and was stupid enough to call a friend, Mercedes Vargas...just another tramp who had tried to get with my baby and failed.
I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and allowed myself the luxury of a small smile as I watched him reading "From Russia with Love" - one of his favourite novels. It still amazed me that there were some people in this business who considered him a monster. If Jake Conway was a monster in my bed, would being more like him really be that bad? Would being more like the most amazing man I've ever known really be the end of the world?
I've spent so much of my life already trying to outrun my demons, demons Jake helped me outrun without even realizing just how much he's done for me. I didn't just give him my heart, he earned it, every pulse of it, every beat of it, and to think he would ever return it to me now was just such an insane notion that it really didn't bear thinking about, no matter how much my critics might want me to think otherwise.
Maybe it was time to stop running from the monsters in my heart and face them. I've tried to outrun the Wild Kat inside me for five years, but sometimes I still hear her call to me from her cage. Keeping her on a leash hadn't won me the Starlets World Championship, so maybe I should just let her run free on occasion and see just how far it takes me in this tournament...
Jake: Are you okay honey?
His voice broke Kathy's reverie as she stepped towards the bed in her silky champaigne coloured negligee.
Kathy: Yes, I'm fine babe. Just had to do the monster check for Soli...
Jake smiles.
Jake: Min isn't old enough for that yet, she's just happy to hear about the three little pigs before she drifts off...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: Well, tomorrow we swap over bedtime duties again, so I'll keep that in mind...
Kathy sits on her side of the bed, swinging herself into it before rolling over for her lips to meet her husbands.
Jake: Sometimes I can't believe how blessed we have been with our little angels...
Kathy: Yeah, we haven't done too badly between us...
Not bad at all...for a couple of monsters...
Solitaire: Mommy, are you mad at Auntie Emma?
Kathy: I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know...
Solitaire: Is it because of daddy again?
This got Kathy's attention.
Kathy: What? No!
Solitaire: Good. Because daddy says he's sorry...
Kathy: He is?
Solitaire nods.
Kathy: What is he sorry for?
Solitaire: Daddy's sorry for taking Emma away from her friends, is that why you're fighting? It's okay mommy, I know friends fight sometimes. Last week in recess I had a fight with Jess over who was the bestest wrestler in IWF. She said it was Andy, I said it was daddy...
Kathy: You know, you really shouldn't fight with your friends, Soli...
Solitaire: I know, that's what daddy said too.
Kathy: Besides, I thought you liked Andy?
Solitaire: I still do Mommy, he's good but he's not the best in the world. Not like daddy. Did you know that's why he doesn't wrestle every week anymore? Nobody wants to fight him because they're all afraid they'll lose...
This makes Kathy laugh.
Solitaire: It's true! Daddy told me!
Kathy: I'm sure he did...
Solitaire: It's good for me anyway that daddy doesn't wrestle every week. I get to see him more now and he picks me up from school more. I missed him when he was gone every week...
Kathy: What about me? Did you miss me?
Solitaire giggles.
Solitaire: YES! I just missed daddy more...
Solitaire stcks her tongue out at her mother, clearly teasing Kathy.
Kathy: You're such a daddy's girl!
Solitaire: I am the Ace Of Diamonds! Daddy says when I get a bit older he'll teach me how to do the FameAcer so I can whoop some piddly asses too...
Kathy: Oh, did he now? I think I need to have a word with your daddy...
Solitaire: Don't worry mommy, I don't want to be a wrestler...
Kathy: Oh, you don't?
Kathy tries to hide her sense of relief at hearing this. She wanted something better, something more for her daughter. Solitaire shakes her head.
Solitaire: No...because I don't want anybody to miss me as much as I miss you and daddy when you have to go away. It hurts too much...
Kathy seems stunned to hear her daughter say this.
Kathy: Awwww sweetie, we miss you and your baby sister too, but I promise you I won't do this forever...
Solitaire: That's what daddy always says too.
Kathy: You do believe us don't you?
Solitaire: Yes, daddy has never lied to me.
Kathy: Neither have I, sweetie, and I never will...
Solitaire: You promise?
Kathy: I promise. Hey, promise me you'll make up with Jess okay? I don't want you fighting....
Solitaire: It's okay mommy...look...
Solitaire shows her right wrist which has a beaded friendship bracelet around it.
Solitaire: Jess' mommy helped her make this for me and it means we will be friends forever now...
Kathy holds her daughter's wrist and looks at the bracelet.
Kathy: That's so pretty. You know you should make one for her too...
Solitaire: Will you help me?
Kathy: Of course I will, sweet-pea.
Solitaire: YAY! You are the bestest mommy in the whole world! And then I can help you make one for Auntie Emma and you can be friends again too.
Kathy smiles, it melted her heart to see her daughter so happy over such a simple thing. She missed that innocence in herself. Kathy leans down to hug her daughter and the two share a touching moment.
Kathy: Awwww, thanks Soli, I needed that...
Solitaire: Everybody needs a hug sometimes mommy. Just 'member you can always come to me when you need one, I love them!
Kathy: I will! And you remember when you need one you can always come to me or daddy...
Solitaire: Hey, mommy, can you promise me just one more thing?
Kathy: Anything.
Solitaire: Don't let the the creepy lady with the worms in her pocket get you this week...
Kathy: I promise.
Solitaire: Sometimes I think she's waiting to get me under the bed and I can't sleep...
Kathy: Do you want me to check?
Solitaire nods.
Kathy then hops off the bed and gets on her knees, searching under the bed.
Kathy: Nope, there are no monsters under here...
Solitaire then points across her room to her closet in the corner.
Solitaire: What about over there?
Kathy follows her daughter's finger as she gets up and walks over to the closet, swinging it wide open so that Solitaire can see inside.
Kathy: Nope, no monsters in here either...see?
Only after Solitaire is completely satisfied does Kathy close the closet. She walks over and leans over the bed, reaching to switch off the table lamp, but Solitaire speaks up.
Solitaire: Can you leave it please mommy...just in case she comes?
Kathy pulls her hand away and nods smiling, she then pulls the duvet over her daughter tucking her in, Kathy runs her fingers through her daughter's hair and holds her gaze.
Kathy: Whenever you get scared next time, I want you to remember that no monsters can ever get us long as we love each other...okay?
Solitaire nods as she closes her eyes and Kathy kisses her daughter on the forehead. Her voice drops to a whisper.
Kathy: Nightie night, sleep tight. May you stay as sweet as you are and may all your sweetest dreams come true...
I'm sorry Emma.
I'm sorry Izzy.
I'm sorry Eternity.
I'm sorry you all consider me to be some sort of monster because I have a heart. I'm sorry it hasn't been blackened by tragedy like all of yours have. I really don't know why I'm apologising to each of you for growing up in a loving household with loving parents and now living a happy life with a loving husband and two loving daughters, but there we are. I guess that's just the kind of world we live in these days. Nobody can stand anybody else's happiness nowadays, certainly not in this business where if you ask even the most cynical and jaded wrestler we get paid to piss on everybody's parades and making mountains out of molehills. If you're really all that upset with me and my lot in life then the best advice I have for each of you is not to friend request me on Facebook. You'll have a damn aneurysm when you see all the pictures of my family enjoying themselves when I clutter up your newsfeeds with photos as simple as me in my wedding dress and statuses such as 'Jake Conway is the best dad and husband EVER!!!!!!! #StillHappilyMarried #FiveYearsAndCounting'...
Oh yeah, that's right, Facebook has hashtags now, suck it!
Kathy pauses, bringing a forefinger to her lips.
Hmmm, on second thought, that's not such a bad idea. Maybe you should all add me because at least that way when you all drop dead of jealousy, you bitches will finally have no choice but to get the fuck out of my face, yes even you Emma. As schitzophrenic as you have been this week, spending half of your promo condemning me for turning you into something you're not, and holding you back, and then completely flipping the switch and trying to convince our opponents that you're still my friend. If I'm not buying it, how can you expect them to? You can't start your promo by going to great pains telling me you're the Harcore Hellion, not a blood diamond and then end it with you are a blood diamond after all. It just doesn't work that way and if you think I'm that big of an idiot, maybe you need to be put down with another Kat Nap.
I had faith in you and you threw it back in my face.
So now I realise that it was all misplaced. Nobody in this company ever gave me any sort of credit or cared about me and my happiness, so tell me Emma why should I care about the caricatures that Alysson and Ayla call relationships. Maybe they're not the two dimensional carboard cut-outs after all, maybe its you Emma. See what you've made me do now? Izzy and Eternity are probably watching this right now and yucking up the fact that we're fighting like cats and dogs. And its rather an apt analogy because that's all I see you as. Dogs. All three of you. Mangy dogs. And really, why should I be surprised? Emma wants to throw her lot in with her old friends and shun her new ones, fine, make your bed, lay with mongrels like Ayla and Alysson, but when you wake up with fleas in the morning, don't come to me and expect me not to put you down...
"Oh look at Kathy running down her own partner. She never was too smart. What do you expect? She dated Sexy Jason, she married Jake Conway and lest we definitely not forget the funniest of all, her injury made her delusional and think she was a cat...heeheehee."
That's what you think isn't it Eternity? Tell me you gothic fruit loop, where exactly the fuck do you get off criticising my career when you've been here for a cup of coffee and only have a handful of victories? To date your only notable accomplishment has been ending the career of a dumb blonde whose most noteworthy moment before stepping into an IWF ring with you was deep-throating a banana...woah, woah! Stop the presses! Move over Alysson Gardner, there's a new big bad bitch in town! I've watched you work in that ring Eternity, and you're impressive, but the fact is the only thing you've proven thus far is that you're at your best when the lights go out. Ask Jake, I'm not so bad myself under those circumstances. Ask Izzy, I'm sure she'll have no problem telling you just how good she is either. Just don't ask Emma, she's too busy for all that kind of fun hanging out with the most asexual man on the roster, Andrew Jacobsen.
Speaking of Emma, I know I've spent half of this promo running you down, but the fact is that even though I wish I didn't, the fact is I need you this Monday. I need you to watch my back. I need you to follow my lead, but don't worry, I'm willing to let you off your leash if you promise me that you will go out of your way this week to botch a piledriver and snap Eternity's scrawny little neck. Put her out of her misery, please. Make all those sloppy self taught moves you learnt wrestling in the bingo halls actually count for something. Do that for me and we'll be best friends forever...
I promise.
And if Lockheart gives you any shit for ending the career of a young Diamond by making a bad decision and making a bad move, just nod, smile and remind her that it isn't your first bad decision and it won't be your last. Tell her how you had the opportunity to train under a living legend and his wife but you shunned it because you didn't want to be a puppet, and hope she understands and overlooks the fact that rather than cut the strings completely you've simply exchanged one puppet master for another. Enjoy your status as the dorky friend of the pretty and popular high strung sorority girls, Emma, I'm sure it'll work out for you much better than the friend who actually gave a damn about you and tried to help you, the friend who apparently held you back from such a stellar career before you ever associated yourself with me. You're only achievement is that you once held the NCW Starlets World Championship for a whole twenty-eight days longer than I ever did, three years ago. So yeah Jake and I so obviously held you back from such a sterling career...
Sorry about that.
So it seems that I'm just so full of apologies today and so whilst I'm at it I feel I owe another. I'm sorry Izzy, I haven't paid you that much attention in this promo and I know you're not used to that. You're usually the centre of attention aren't you? You walk into a room and all eyes are on you. The only thing that drops faster than men's jaws at the sight of you is their pants, and to think you accuse me of being the one to go down easy. It's obvious that neither of us have a problem using our sexualities to get what we want, and whilst a couple of hypocritical prudes on the roster might have a problem with it, I do not, but then I am the babe who went tooth and nail with the first incarnation of BWA in a SEX Match, so yeah. I'm not surprised one bit that the woman who has been jilted by Verona who has made some personal choices you have a hard time accepting has jumped right on the bandwagon of trying to take a knife to the tightest knot I've ever tied in my life.
You remind me of the girls I knew in high school, the ones who weren't quite good enough despite all their charms and assets to make it with the smart successful guy and so settled for the company of the big dumb jock. No wonder you hate me, Izzy, because you resent the fact that the most important man in my life isn't so messed up that he has to hide behind a mask even when he's hanging out with me. You view your man as an insurance policy, I view mine as an equal and if you insist on hating me for that then join the back of the line honey with the rest of the resentful bitches who can't form meaningful bonds for more than six months at best. It isn't my fault that your most meaningful relationship is with some roided up gorilla and not the ruggedly handsome Italian you really want.
If you absolutely insist on finding a reason to hate me, step in the ring with me for ten minutes Izzy and I'm sure I can find you a better reason to hate me other than the fact that my love life just happened to work out in the end and yours hasn't. I trusted my husband enough, even when he voted you to win that lingerie contest, and you're damn right I've invested years of my life into forging that kind of trust. I gave it my all. I went all in and I hit the jackpot, and nobody will ever take that away from me no matter how frilly or lacey their undies get...the sooner you all learn this, the happier you'll all be. I will admit though Izzy, part of me does feel sorry for the position you find yourself in this week. You're stuck between two warring Queens just looking for someone to behead, for no other reason than simply for one to prove her superiority to the other, and this Monday, heads will roll. The pretty young lingerie model has been judged fit for execution, and you're expecting the Daughter of Death to be your salvation, but the reality is that she just might be the first voice you hear...
Calling for your head...
"Battle not with monsters, lest you become a monster..."
This was the thought that ran through my mind as I made my way from my daughter's room to my bedroom. Was I becoming a monster? Was I overreacting to Emma's comments? I didn't think so. It isn't my fault that she proved herself to be no better than the last woman in this business who I thought I could count on and was stupid enough to call a friend, Mercedes Vargas...just another tramp who had tried to get with my baby and failed.
I stood in the doorway of our bedroom and allowed myself the luxury of a small smile as I watched him reading "From Russia with Love" - one of his favourite novels. It still amazed me that there were some people in this business who considered him a monster. If Jake Conway was a monster in my bed, would being more like him really be that bad? Would being more like the most amazing man I've ever known really be the end of the world?
I've spent so much of my life already trying to outrun my demons, demons Jake helped me outrun without even realizing just how much he's done for me. I didn't just give him my heart, he earned it, every pulse of it, every beat of it, and to think he would ever return it to me now was just such an insane notion that it really didn't bear thinking about, no matter how much my critics might want me to think otherwise.
Maybe it was time to stop running from the monsters in my heart and face them. I've tried to outrun the Wild Kat inside me for five years, but sometimes I still hear her call to me from her cage. Keeping her on a leash hadn't won me the Starlets World Championship, so maybe I should just let her run free on occasion and see just how far it takes me in this tournament...
Jake: Are you okay honey?
His voice broke Kathy's reverie as she stepped towards the bed in her silky champaigne coloured negligee.
Kathy: Yes, I'm fine babe. Just had to do the monster check for Soli...
Jake smiles.
Jake: Min isn't old enough for that yet, she's just happy to hear about the three little pigs before she drifts off...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: Well, tomorrow we swap over bedtime duties again, so I'll keep that in mind...
Kathy sits on her side of the bed, swinging herself into it before rolling over for her lips to meet her husbands.
Jake: Sometimes I can't believe how blessed we have been with our little angels...
Kathy: Yeah, we haven't done too badly between us...
Not bad at all...for a couple of monsters...
Well howdy there pardner.