Post by Icon Lord Leon Corbin on Mar 18, 2015 12:58:06 GMT -6
It had been days since she was paid a visit from the 2014 Ring of Honor Icon and not a moment went by that it didn’t play on her mind. What if she had cooperated more? What if she could have gotten through to him? What if she hadn’t done what she did to prompt his visit in the first place? All irrelevant in reality when the damage had been done. The damage? A dislocated, weakened jaw, facial contusions and a wound deeper than it was before. Not including what he’d done to the flesh she’d opened herself with a kitchen knife the day Eva and her daughter had popped by. But at least the shoulder had been treated properly. She wasn’t sure what pushed her to go to the hospital but she’d done it. She avoided answering any questions as to how any of it came about, she just wanted patching up so she could go back home, even if there were new memories there she didn’t really want to go over in her mind. Of course, there was a remedy for that.
She’d tidied somewhat in her apartment, if anything, at least all the rubbish had been cleared. There was still evidence that the tidiness was cosmetic considering there were still bottles of alcohol, packets of cigarettes and “other” things around the place. But not where she was in the kitchen area, trying to fix herself a meal in a silk red dressing gown. The very same knife she’d plunged into her own shoulder was now a tool to cut a sweet potato and as a woman not used to failure or unable to do what she set out to, she was getting frustrated with the blasted vegetable too difficult for her to handle. All until there is a rap at the door. She stops what she’s doing, putting the knife that is still connected to disobedient potato down. Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest and yet she still takes that walk towards the door. She rests a hand on the door, pressing her ear to against it but there is no sound to give away who might be outside.
Davina: Who is it…?
Helena: Your fairy god mum, now open the door already, Vee.
The fake southern drawl gives way to the “vaguely” English accent she used most these days. A friendly voice, as much as friendly with "Hayden" could be considered. Davina breathes a sigh of relief, and unlocks the door to open it. Pushing her freshly dyed blonde hair away from her face with her sunglasses, she let her gaze sweep the room as she stepped inside. Her attitude was relaxed enough. This clearly wasn’t her first time here.
Helena: You cleaned? Why?
The smell of Chinese food accompanied her into the house. The bags she’d brought clearly contained more than her usual party gifts. Davina just looks at the bags as she closes the door behind the "sister" of the first Lady of the Coliseum.
Davina: I just needed to. What have you brought with you?
Dismissing her question almost as easily as Davina did, she smiles brightly.
Helena: Real food, some drinkies and a few pills. Nothing too heavy though……blokie’s being an ass these days.
Davina: James? I still have no idea what you see in him. Even I wasn't interesting in him when he offered himself on a plate all those years ago. And...
She turns around, looking at the knife sticking out of a poorly peeled sweet potato and shrugs.
Davina: Okay, I'm in. I really couldn't be bothered with that cooking lark anyway.
Helena: He’s easy, not bad to look at and has no spine. He may bitch at my……what did he call it? Shit….erm…more undesirable moments. Bitching is about his limit though. You wanna break out the plates or just jump in with forks?
Already setting out trays on the coffee table, she makes herself comfy on the floor.
Davina: Doesn't this come with forks?!
How outrageous! She shakes her head, moving to the kitchen area and fetches a couple of forks, handing one to Helena once she's near enough then takes a seat beside her.
Davina: So sleep with him and let him go. What do you need him for? And what's in that tray there?
Helena: Some sorta rice maybe?
Once the lids were off and without the badly written code you had to use when ordering scrawled over everything the young woman had no idea. Stabbing a fork into some prawn toast she takes a bite. For once she didn’t attempt to talk while chewing.
Helena: He’s safe for now. Besides the shit he feeds Evie about how well I’m doing is well worth it. He may nag like a bitch, but he’s all praise when his relatives come knocking.
Davina: Do you actually care about him?
Twisting the cap off one of the bottles she’d brought with her Helena washes down her toast. James was on some health kick at the minute, bitching on about living a long healthy life. Not that he had a real life anyway. Helena would have probably laughed if she wasn’t caught in the middle of it. It was right up there with positive thinking. All well and good as long as you kept it to your god damn self. Pushing the bottle onto the table with the kind of care only an addict could show, she picks up one of the cartons. Stabbing at the noodles with a fork she again shrugged her shoulders.
Helena: Since when has that ever mattered?
Davina: It's a simple question, isn't it?
She glances briefly at the woman then starts scooping various foods from different trays to make something of a meal. Mouth full of food Helena simply shakes her head at first. That was never a simple question.
Helena: Hmmmm, I dunno…..I guess I do? I mean, not like he does. He’s like…..overbearing. He’s comfortable. Like an old pair of shoes!
Davina grunts, poking beansprouts through some noodles and leans in to take a mouthful.
Davina: Just don't tell me you love him or some such crap...
She actually choked, snorting noodles and sauce to the point where she bolted to her feet and headed for the kitchen. The strained voice coming back to the living room was full of tears and amusement.
Helena: Bitch! You timed that one too well. I swear this shit is coming out my nose.
Davina just smirks, slurping a noodle into her mouth.
Davina: I'm glad to hear it. I thought you'd gone soft for a moment. So where is he now?
Helena: Work I think. I dunno, I was half listening as he left this morning. I had a hangover and he was noise, you know how it goes.
Her eyes had streamed enough to send blue trails down her flushed cheeks. Though she seemed not to notice. Throwing herself down where she was originally sat she picks up her bottle. Liquid lunch could be the safer option for now. Davina carries on eating, clearly she hadn't bothered with the whole nutrition thing and was likely quite starving. She bites down a bit too hard and shudders, holding her jaw with a wince. She exhales, hoping it goes unnoticed and continues eating but being perceptive was how Helena made it this long in this world. The bruising wasn’t as well hidden as she’d have probably liked either. Helena wasn’t exactly tiptoeing around it, she was doing the thing all bad mechanics did. Surveying the damage she could see and making up whatever she thought she could. There was definitely something off with her friend. Waving her fork in the general area of Davina she kept her tone light.
Helena: What was all that?
Davina: What was all what?
She busies herself with more food in her mouth.
Helena: That cringe-y, wince bollocks right there? You break a tooth or some shit?
Davina: Oh...No, just hurt my jaw. It's nothing.
Helena: Yeah? Was he worth it?
Davina: What? No, not that! Although it'll be a while before anything like that'll be happening.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Helena: So? Spill, how’d you hurt it?
The former champion just looks at Helena for a few seconds then sighs. There was no point in trying to avoid answering a question asked by someone so stubborn. She slides her fork under some unidentifiable vegetables and lowers her tray.
Davina: Leon came round last week...
Shifting from her arse to her knees Helena moves a little closer to the woman, scrutinising her face with her slightly bleary eyed gaze.
Helena: No offence honey, but that boy’s been neutered these days. What did you do to rile him up enough to try and find his man bits? Why the heck was he even here?
Davina: It was a reaction. So, Eva and Lucy came here days before that because of the calls. I don't know what Eva had been drumming into the kid but she was having none of it. I lost my cool and maybe if I hadn't been drinking beforehand or if I'd known she was coming things might have been different. I couldn't touch her, I just couldn't but I was going to make damn sure Eva wouldn't be walking away with her either. What possessed me, I don't know but with Lucy outside, I just grabbed a knife and stabbed myself with it.
She pulls down the dressing gown off her right shoulder, revealing the wound, then pulls it back over again.
Davina: The kid didn't know I had done it and would likely look at her stand-in mother with very different eyes. God knows what happened when they got home but it wasn't long before Leon came. I was...drunk and why do people never bloody tell me they're coming?! Anyway, there was no talking to him, not really and before I knew it he grabbed me by the gash and it escalated. Goddamn nausea. If I hadn't felt so ill I'd have defended myself better. He planned to burn me, you know? And it took days for all the drink to dry out of my damn mattress!
Letting her words wash over her, and eventually deciding to wash them away with a gulp from her bottle Helena shook her head. Her sunglasses fell from her hair and into her lap. Dropping them on the table exhaled heavily.
Helena: That’s not the end of the story right? Tell me you did something?
Davina: What was I supposed to do? I felt like crap. The pain from my wound made me feel ill, he hit me so hard it dislocated my jaw, he tried to starve me of oxygen as well. At the end of it, I was just glad the bastard left.
Helena: And now?
Davina: Now, I don't know, dear. I’m hardly in a position to do very much, am I?
Helena: All about perspective honey. Either way, you can’t let them get away with walking into your home and making you look an ass.
Davina: It's not as if it's being broadcasted, no one really knows.
Helena: You know, they know, and if you were hoping to have any impact on them, shit. All stabbing yourself did was give you’re a fucked up shoulder. I saw them not two days ago, happy as Larry with their shit eating grins.
Davina: That's a front and you know it. They know we talk, Hel and if they know that much, the last thing they want is for you to tell me they’re affected.
Helena: True, Daniel is a shit liar though.
Davina: Why, what has he said?
Helena: Luce was having nightmares for a while, avoiding Eva. They all talked it out and now their best buds again. Nothing exciting, the kid’s a bit thick at times.
Davina: That's it?
She almost appeared disappointed. Picking at the sesame seeds on another slice of prawn toast Helena appeared not to notice.
Helena: Pretty much. Any damage done was apparently fixed by Lele walking in and talking his usual bull to make people see what he wants them to see.
Davina: Of course he did...I call bullshit though. I'm pretty sure what your kid knows and what they know are two very different things. They'll not want the infection to spread so if anything is wrong, they'll keep it hush hush and try and deal with it with Lucy alone. I don't believe for one minute that a few words can set that straight. Eva said she cried at anyone even killing spiders in the house. What she saw or think she saw will have a deeper effect. Whether she thinks Eva did it or I did it myself, it doesn’t matter. She cannot deny what she's seen with her own eyes.
She twirls noodles around her fork and stabs a baby sweetcorn, then puts it in her mouth. Almost choking to death as Helena attempts to speak with a mouthful of prawny mush she stops, swallows her food and smirks.
Helena: She’s still having nightmares, Dan was bitching that she won’t shut up at night, takes Lele or Evie going in to quiet her down.
Davina: Mm...well, what can you do.
Helena: That’s not the question, it should be what are YOU going to do?
Davina: Do I need to do anything? It's not the first time I've had him at him at my door and attack me. But this? This heals. What he has to deal with, not so much.
Helena: Oh that’s LAME!
Davina: Why is it?
Helena: Just seems like rolling over to me. All the shit them assholes caused and you settle for a little night terror? Pfft.
Davina: Says the woman who allowed herself to be locked away for months...?
Helena: All part of the plan. Let them think I’m no threat to them. Evie even came to visit, brought me chocolate and shared secrets. I know my sister all too well. Bitch won’t open up unless she feels you’re no threat.
She managed to add poison to sister, letting it drip with just enough distaste and spite to make it seem something unpleasant.
Davina: Cute, but you've done nothing.
Helena: More than you Ms spent the last decade chasing the biggest cock to walk the scene. And that ain’t me being flattering. I lived with that prick, his attitude to clothes quite frankly is offensive. Fact is they won’t expect me to do shit. James updates them regularly on my clean and sober life.
Davina: I'm sure he does, dear but they're not expecting anything because you're not doing anything. At the same time, I can still find it amusing that he will show me more passion than he can his wife.
Helena: Yeah…..but their relationship is all kinds of fucked up….and shit, that’s coming from me. For the record you’re doing sweet FA right now too……..you traumatised your own kid. Well done, get yourself a cookie. I managed that shit all by myself.
Davina: It wasn't the plan. But she just...got so unreasonable.
Helena: That’s kids for yah darlin’.
Davina: Yeah, you'd know all about them too, eh?
Finding her cigarettes on the back pocket of her jeans she lights up.
Helena: You at least planned yours. Hell, you could always fuck em all over and have another. God Evie would love that!
Davina: I've...considered that before. Let me have one.
Pushing her cigarettes and lighter across the table with a neon pink nail Helena watches smoke spiral away from her. The empty prawn toast container had become her ashtray.
Helena: What stopped you?
Davina: He got out the game before it could go there.
She takes the packet, helping herself to a cigarette and lights it up. Exhaling, he drops the lighter on top of the packet and leans back against the sofa, covering her leg a little with her dressing gown.
Helena: Pfft, there’s more than one way to skin a cat….I’m sure there’s a dirty euphemism for that but right now it escapes me……and I’m slightly disappointed in myself for that.
Davina: Liar. You don't do self-disappointment. Anyway, I'm all ears...
Helena: Presuming Evie didn’t really get his balls in the marriage, he still has all the parts required to make a kid. Slip him something, get him drunk and seduce him. Shit, he’s a fucking whore, ain’t that difficult.
Davina: If you're a guy. Seriously, does Eva secretly have a penis or something?
Helena: Nah, though she is more of a dude than he is normally and you can do amazing shit with silicone these days.
Davina takes a pull on her cigarette, clearly pondering then screwing up her face a little.
Davina: Even my imagination is stretching right now...
Laughing through smoke, she twirls her hair round her free hand.
Helena: Lived with them remember, they’re both pretty fucked up…….but who’s to say with enough booze, rohypnol and a black wig you could pull it off. Not that I encourage or endorse any of this you understand. Helena Howe is a good little girl…..
Helena was, whoever she was this week probably wasn’t.
Davina: That's so....2006. Besides, he's abstinent now, remember? How are you really going to get him drunk now?
Helena: Give him incentive? I don’t know, you know the guy better than I do.
Davina: There is no way he would come anywhere near me on his own accord, dear. Not now.
Unscrewing the lid on her vodka she took a gulp before turning her attention back to her “friend”.
Helena: So I guess our work here is done. Let the Evie and her Queen live happily ever after.
Davina: Who said anything was done? I said I was all ears and seeing that you love to "plan", I want to hear what you have to say. It's not as if I have anything to lose, is it?
Helena: Well you don’t seem very forthcoming, darling. Takes two to bounce ideas, otherwise your just talking to yourself.
Davina: What a cop out. So...this man of yours. He's the link...
Helena: The missing link maybe…..but he could be used.
Davina: Of course he can be used.
She stops, concentrating on smoking her cigarette while she lets her eyes wander to the door.
Davina: I don't know about him getting Leon near but I could use him to sort my passport. I am so sick of this bloody country right now. It feels as if I have been locked in a room with no way of getting out...
Shrugging her shoulders in a way that indicated she had never had that issue, Helena put out the rest of her cigarette.
Helena: Not sure he’s your biggest fan honey.
Davina: Then make him...Isn't the little shit wrapped around your finger, dear?
Helena: Yep, but he actually likes Eva…..Hmm, but I guess…she did threaten him at one point maybe we can use that. I’ll use the cutesy voice and remind him we all have moments of weakness…..if that fails I’ll just get naked. Boy gives up any pretence of being a decent human being when it comes to getting laid.
Davina wrinkles her nose.
Davina: He doesn't have to know it's for me and he doesn't have to be the one to do it. It just needs to be done. I need that freedom back.
Helena: Just do what I do…..be someone else for a while. I could always get the picture switched on one of mine? You just have to remember what name you’re using. I know I guy, could have it in your hand by tomorrow.
Davina: That's fine for you but not for me. I don't want to be anyone else, I don't want that possibly coming back to bite me. It needs be my own and it needs to be legitimate.
Helena: Pfft, check you being all official and shit. Alright, I’ll talk to Jamie. In the meantime I’m gonna have to love you and leave ya……..Jamie doesn’t know I borrowed his car, I intend to take it for a spin before he gets his uptight ass outta work.
Davina: You can go but leave one of those bottles, won't you?
Helena: Anything for you, darlin’.
Rising to her feet she checks her pockets, pills, purse, phone and cigarettes she was good to go.
Helena: If I find anything pretty, want me to bring you one back?
She liked James, she did….but he was very vanilla. She liked life with a swirl of colour, a few sprinkles and a whole lot of speed. What he didn’t know didn’t hurt him, and even if he did, he wasn’t about to question her. Davina just takes another pull on her cigarette, exhaling with some semblance of the confident Davina of old.
Davina: Of course. Just let me know in advance. I don't think my nerves could handle another surprise at the door right now.
Helena: Awesome.
There was a Smokey mirror hanging near the door, the glass streaked and discoloured. A crack ran from the top, stopping midway through the oval glass. Pouting at her reflexion the sometimes blonde fixed her eyes. Checked her nose, adjusted her boobs for maximum cleavage, and left her friend with a wink. Once the door closes Davina stands, taking a seat on the sofa and crosses her legs with her cigarette still burning away. Through all the hazy living, there seemed to be a moment of clarity as she stared intently ahead of her.
She’d tidied somewhat in her apartment, if anything, at least all the rubbish had been cleared. There was still evidence that the tidiness was cosmetic considering there were still bottles of alcohol, packets of cigarettes and “other” things around the place. But not where she was in the kitchen area, trying to fix herself a meal in a silk red dressing gown. The very same knife she’d plunged into her own shoulder was now a tool to cut a sweet potato and as a woman not used to failure or unable to do what she set out to, she was getting frustrated with the blasted vegetable too difficult for her to handle. All until there is a rap at the door. She stops what she’s doing, putting the knife that is still connected to disobedient potato down. Her heart pounds rapidly in her chest and yet she still takes that walk towards the door. She rests a hand on the door, pressing her ear to against it but there is no sound to give away who might be outside.
Davina: Who is it…?
Helena: Your fairy god mum, now open the door already, Vee.
The fake southern drawl gives way to the “vaguely” English accent she used most these days. A friendly voice, as much as friendly with "Hayden" could be considered. Davina breathes a sigh of relief, and unlocks the door to open it. Pushing her freshly dyed blonde hair away from her face with her sunglasses, she let her gaze sweep the room as she stepped inside. Her attitude was relaxed enough. This clearly wasn’t her first time here.
Helena: You cleaned? Why?
The smell of Chinese food accompanied her into the house. The bags she’d brought clearly contained more than her usual party gifts. Davina just looks at the bags as she closes the door behind the "sister" of the first Lady of the Coliseum.
Davina: I just needed to. What have you brought with you?
Dismissing her question almost as easily as Davina did, she smiles brightly.
Helena: Real food, some drinkies and a few pills. Nothing too heavy though……blokie’s being an ass these days.
Davina: James? I still have no idea what you see in him. Even I wasn't interesting in him when he offered himself on a plate all those years ago. And...
She turns around, looking at the knife sticking out of a poorly peeled sweet potato and shrugs.
Davina: Okay, I'm in. I really couldn't be bothered with that cooking lark anyway.
Helena: He’s easy, not bad to look at and has no spine. He may bitch at my……what did he call it? Shit….erm…more undesirable moments. Bitching is about his limit though. You wanna break out the plates or just jump in with forks?
Already setting out trays on the coffee table, she makes herself comfy on the floor.
Davina: Doesn't this come with forks?!
How outrageous! She shakes her head, moving to the kitchen area and fetches a couple of forks, handing one to Helena once she's near enough then takes a seat beside her.
Davina: So sleep with him and let him go. What do you need him for? And what's in that tray there?
Helena: Some sorta rice maybe?
Once the lids were off and without the badly written code you had to use when ordering scrawled over everything the young woman had no idea. Stabbing a fork into some prawn toast she takes a bite. For once she didn’t attempt to talk while chewing.
Helena: He’s safe for now. Besides the shit he feeds Evie about how well I’m doing is well worth it. He may nag like a bitch, but he’s all praise when his relatives come knocking.
Davina: Do you actually care about him?
Twisting the cap off one of the bottles she’d brought with her Helena washes down her toast. James was on some health kick at the minute, bitching on about living a long healthy life. Not that he had a real life anyway. Helena would have probably laughed if she wasn’t caught in the middle of it. It was right up there with positive thinking. All well and good as long as you kept it to your god damn self. Pushing the bottle onto the table with the kind of care only an addict could show, she picks up one of the cartons. Stabbing at the noodles with a fork she again shrugged her shoulders.
Helena: Since when has that ever mattered?
Davina: It's a simple question, isn't it?
She glances briefly at the woman then starts scooping various foods from different trays to make something of a meal. Mouth full of food Helena simply shakes her head at first. That was never a simple question.
Helena: Hmmmm, I dunno…..I guess I do? I mean, not like he does. He’s like…..overbearing. He’s comfortable. Like an old pair of shoes!
Davina grunts, poking beansprouts through some noodles and leans in to take a mouthful.
Davina: Just don't tell me you love him or some such crap...
She actually choked, snorting noodles and sauce to the point where she bolted to her feet and headed for the kitchen. The strained voice coming back to the living room was full of tears and amusement.
Helena: Bitch! You timed that one too well. I swear this shit is coming out my nose.
Davina just smirks, slurping a noodle into her mouth.
Davina: I'm glad to hear it. I thought you'd gone soft for a moment. So where is he now?
Helena: Work I think. I dunno, I was half listening as he left this morning. I had a hangover and he was noise, you know how it goes.
Her eyes had streamed enough to send blue trails down her flushed cheeks. Though she seemed not to notice. Throwing herself down where she was originally sat she picks up her bottle. Liquid lunch could be the safer option for now. Davina carries on eating, clearly she hadn't bothered with the whole nutrition thing and was likely quite starving. She bites down a bit too hard and shudders, holding her jaw with a wince. She exhales, hoping it goes unnoticed and continues eating but being perceptive was how Helena made it this long in this world. The bruising wasn’t as well hidden as she’d have probably liked either. Helena wasn’t exactly tiptoeing around it, she was doing the thing all bad mechanics did. Surveying the damage she could see and making up whatever she thought she could. There was definitely something off with her friend. Waving her fork in the general area of Davina she kept her tone light.
Helena: What was all that?
Davina: What was all what?
She busies herself with more food in her mouth.
Helena: That cringe-y, wince bollocks right there? You break a tooth or some shit?
Davina: Oh...No, just hurt my jaw. It's nothing.
Helena: Yeah? Was he worth it?
Davina: What? No, not that! Although it'll be a while before anything like that'll be happening.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Helena: So? Spill, how’d you hurt it?
The former champion just looks at Helena for a few seconds then sighs. There was no point in trying to avoid answering a question asked by someone so stubborn. She slides her fork under some unidentifiable vegetables and lowers her tray.
Davina: Leon came round last week...
Shifting from her arse to her knees Helena moves a little closer to the woman, scrutinising her face with her slightly bleary eyed gaze.
Helena: No offence honey, but that boy’s been neutered these days. What did you do to rile him up enough to try and find his man bits? Why the heck was he even here?
Davina: It was a reaction. So, Eva and Lucy came here days before that because of the calls. I don't know what Eva had been drumming into the kid but she was having none of it. I lost my cool and maybe if I hadn't been drinking beforehand or if I'd known she was coming things might have been different. I couldn't touch her, I just couldn't but I was going to make damn sure Eva wouldn't be walking away with her either. What possessed me, I don't know but with Lucy outside, I just grabbed a knife and stabbed myself with it.
She pulls down the dressing gown off her right shoulder, revealing the wound, then pulls it back over again.
Davina: The kid didn't know I had done it and would likely look at her stand-in mother with very different eyes. God knows what happened when they got home but it wasn't long before Leon came. I was...drunk and why do people never bloody tell me they're coming?! Anyway, there was no talking to him, not really and before I knew it he grabbed me by the gash and it escalated. Goddamn nausea. If I hadn't felt so ill I'd have defended myself better. He planned to burn me, you know? And it took days for all the drink to dry out of my damn mattress!
Letting her words wash over her, and eventually deciding to wash them away with a gulp from her bottle Helena shook her head. Her sunglasses fell from her hair and into her lap. Dropping them on the table exhaled heavily.
Helena: That’s not the end of the story right? Tell me you did something?
Davina: What was I supposed to do? I felt like crap. The pain from my wound made me feel ill, he hit me so hard it dislocated my jaw, he tried to starve me of oxygen as well. At the end of it, I was just glad the bastard left.
Helena: And now?
Davina: Now, I don't know, dear. I’m hardly in a position to do very much, am I?
Helena: All about perspective honey. Either way, you can’t let them get away with walking into your home and making you look an ass.
Davina: It's not as if it's being broadcasted, no one really knows.
Helena: You know, they know, and if you were hoping to have any impact on them, shit. All stabbing yourself did was give you’re a fucked up shoulder. I saw them not two days ago, happy as Larry with their shit eating grins.
Davina: That's a front and you know it. They know we talk, Hel and if they know that much, the last thing they want is for you to tell me they’re affected.
Helena: True, Daniel is a shit liar though.
Davina: Why, what has he said?
Helena: Luce was having nightmares for a while, avoiding Eva. They all talked it out and now their best buds again. Nothing exciting, the kid’s a bit thick at times.
Davina: That's it?
She almost appeared disappointed. Picking at the sesame seeds on another slice of prawn toast Helena appeared not to notice.
Helena: Pretty much. Any damage done was apparently fixed by Lele walking in and talking his usual bull to make people see what he wants them to see.
Davina: Of course he did...I call bullshit though. I'm pretty sure what your kid knows and what they know are two very different things. They'll not want the infection to spread so if anything is wrong, they'll keep it hush hush and try and deal with it with Lucy alone. I don't believe for one minute that a few words can set that straight. Eva said she cried at anyone even killing spiders in the house. What she saw or think she saw will have a deeper effect. Whether she thinks Eva did it or I did it myself, it doesn’t matter. She cannot deny what she's seen with her own eyes.
She twirls noodles around her fork and stabs a baby sweetcorn, then puts it in her mouth. Almost choking to death as Helena attempts to speak with a mouthful of prawny mush she stops, swallows her food and smirks.
Helena: She’s still having nightmares, Dan was bitching that she won’t shut up at night, takes Lele or Evie going in to quiet her down.
Davina: Mm...well, what can you do.
Helena: That’s not the question, it should be what are YOU going to do?
Davina: Do I need to do anything? It's not the first time I've had him at him at my door and attack me. But this? This heals. What he has to deal with, not so much.
Helena: Oh that’s LAME!
Davina: Why is it?
Helena: Just seems like rolling over to me. All the shit them assholes caused and you settle for a little night terror? Pfft.
Davina: Says the woman who allowed herself to be locked away for months...?
Helena: All part of the plan. Let them think I’m no threat to them. Evie even came to visit, brought me chocolate and shared secrets. I know my sister all too well. Bitch won’t open up unless she feels you’re no threat.
She managed to add poison to sister, letting it drip with just enough distaste and spite to make it seem something unpleasant.
Davina: Cute, but you've done nothing.
Helena: More than you Ms spent the last decade chasing the biggest cock to walk the scene. And that ain’t me being flattering. I lived with that prick, his attitude to clothes quite frankly is offensive. Fact is they won’t expect me to do shit. James updates them regularly on my clean and sober life.
Davina: I'm sure he does, dear but they're not expecting anything because you're not doing anything. At the same time, I can still find it amusing that he will show me more passion than he can his wife.
Helena: Yeah…..but their relationship is all kinds of fucked up….and shit, that’s coming from me. For the record you’re doing sweet FA right now too……..you traumatised your own kid. Well done, get yourself a cookie. I managed that shit all by myself.
Davina: It wasn't the plan. But she just...got so unreasonable.
Helena: That’s kids for yah darlin’.
Davina: Yeah, you'd know all about them too, eh?
Finding her cigarettes on the back pocket of her jeans she lights up.
Helena: You at least planned yours. Hell, you could always fuck em all over and have another. God Evie would love that!
Davina: I've...considered that before. Let me have one.
Pushing her cigarettes and lighter across the table with a neon pink nail Helena watches smoke spiral away from her. The empty prawn toast container had become her ashtray.
Helena: What stopped you?
Davina: He got out the game before it could go there.
She takes the packet, helping herself to a cigarette and lights it up. Exhaling, he drops the lighter on top of the packet and leans back against the sofa, covering her leg a little with her dressing gown.
Helena: Pfft, there’s more than one way to skin a cat….I’m sure there’s a dirty euphemism for that but right now it escapes me……and I’m slightly disappointed in myself for that.
Davina: Liar. You don't do self-disappointment. Anyway, I'm all ears...
Helena: Presuming Evie didn’t really get his balls in the marriage, he still has all the parts required to make a kid. Slip him something, get him drunk and seduce him. Shit, he’s a fucking whore, ain’t that difficult.
Davina: If you're a guy. Seriously, does Eva secretly have a penis or something?
Helena: Nah, though she is more of a dude than he is normally and you can do amazing shit with silicone these days.
Davina takes a pull on her cigarette, clearly pondering then screwing up her face a little.
Davina: Even my imagination is stretching right now...
Laughing through smoke, she twirls her hair round her free hand.
Helena: Lived with them remember, they’re both pretty fucked up…….but who’s to say with enough booze, rohypnol and a black wig you could pull it off. Not that I encourage or endorse any of this you understand. Helena Howe is a good little girl…..
Helena was, whoever she was this week probably wasn’t.
Davina: That's so....2006. Besides, he's abstinent now, remember? How are you really going to get him drunk now?
Helena: Give him incentive? I don’t know, you know the guy better than I do.
Davina: There is no way he would come anywhere near me on his own accord, dear. Not now.
Unscrewing the lid on her vodka she took a gulp before turning her attention back to her “friend”.
Helena: So I guess our work here is done. Let the Evie and her Queen live happily ever after.
Davina: Who said anything was done? I said I was all ears and seeing that you love to "plan", I want to hear what you have to say. It's not as if I have anything to lose, is it?
Helena: Well you don’t seem very forthcoming, darling. Takes two to bounce ideas, otherwise your just talking to yourself.
Davina: What a cop out. So...this man of yours. He's the link...
Helena: The missing link maybe…..but he could be used.
Davina: Of course he can be used.
She stops, concentrating on smoking her cigarette while she lets her eyes wander to the door.
Davina: I don't know about him getting Leon near but I could use him to sort my passport. I am so sick of this bloody country right now. It feels as if I have been locked in a room with no way of getting out...
Shrugging her shoulders in a way that indicated she had never had that issue, Helena put out the rest of her cigarette.
Helena: Not sure he’s your biggest fan honey.
Davina: Then make him...Isn't the little shit wrapped around your finger, dear?
Helena: Yep, but he actually likes Eva…..Hmm, but I guess…she did threaten him at one point maybe we can use that. I’ll use the cutesy voice and remind him we all have moments of weakness…..if that fails I’ll just get naked. Boy gives up any pretence of being a decent human being when it comes to getting laid.
Davina wrinkles her nose.
Davina: He doesn't have to know it's for me and he doesn't have to be the one to do it. It just needs to be done. I need that freedom back.
Helena: Just do what I do…..be someone else for a while. I could always get the picture switched on one of mine? You just have to remember what name you’re using. I know I guy, could have it in your hand by tomorrow.
Davina: That's fine for you but not for me. I don't want to be anyone else, I don't want that possibly coming back to bite me. It needs be my own and it needs to be legitimate.
Helena: Pfft, check you being all official and shit. Alright, I’ll talk to Jamie. In the meantime I’m gonna have to love you and leave ya……..Jamie doesn’t know I borrowed his car, I intend to take it for a spin before he gets his uptight ass outta work.
Davina: You can go but leave one of those bottles, won't you?
Helena: Anything for you, darlin’.
Rising to her feet she checks her pockets, pills, purse, phone and cigarettes she was good to go.
Helena: If I find anything pretty, want me to bring you one back?
She liked James, she did….but he was very vanilla. She liked life with a swirl of colour, a few sprinkles and a whole lot of speed. What he didn’t know didn’t hurt him, and even if he did, he wasn’t about to question her. Davina just takes another pull on her cigarette, exhaling with some semblance of the confident Davina of old.
Davina: Of course. Just let me know in advance. I don't think my nerves could handle another surprise at the door right now.
Helena: Awesome.
There was a Smokey mirror hanging near the door, the glass streaked and discoloured. A crack ran from the top, stopping midway through the oval glass. Pouting at her reflexion the sometimes blonde fixed her eyes. Checked her nose, adjusted her boobs for maximum cleavage, and left her friend with a wink. Once the door closes Davina stands, taking a seat on the sofa and crosses her legs with her cigarette still burning away. Through all the hazy living, there seemed to be a moment of clarity as she stared intently ahead of her.
