Thursday, November 24, 2011

Chapter Forty-Four: The Clone Arrives

Irish leaves her room in a bundle of emotions, unable to watch her twin sob so viciously into her pillow. She walks into the hallway, where Roxanne has a small smirk on her face. Irish sees it for what it is though, she sees the upset trembling in her limbs, can almost feel the self-hatred lingering in her eyes.
"You slapped her." Irish whispers softly. Roxanne ducks her head and nods. She stares at the wooden floor for a moment, unable to meet Irish's eye, before escaping to her garden. Irish shakes her head softly, she wants to feel angry with Roxanne, but she knows that it's Nathalie's death that's causing her family to fall apart. Irish can see the pain and grief in those bright green eyes. Her family is grieving, and they are lashing out at each other to avoid the pain. She only feels pity, not anger, for Roxanne. She rushes off to her garden, where Irish knows she's going to beat herself up for what she's done.



After hours of avoiding her bedroom, Irish forces herself to sleep amidst the jagged sobs of her sister. Her dreams twist and swirl. Crystallized tears pouring out of haunted green eyes. Fire breathing dragons invading her home. Nathalie's body, bloody and bruised like a TV murder scene, pleading for life again. Tears run down her face as she sleeps, just like her sister.



 Isa wakes up with a sticky, tear-stained face. She forces herself to wake up and make some breakfast, despite the overwhelming dreariness.



Usually she feels a sense of accomplishment when she makes a successful meal, but she just feels tired. She didn't sleep well last night, her emotions rampant from the fight with Roxanne. She did mean what she said, but not in such a...harsh way. She just wants to hang out with her mother more, but she knows that gardening is hard work. And she remembers lots of times as a toddler and young child where Roxie doted on her, it's just faded away somewhat.



 Yes, she knows she needs to say sorry soon. But for now, she's going to stick with the self-pity. Maybe a night with Cally will give her enough strength to apologize properly to Roxanne?



Roxanne is laughing, smiling, but it's not happy. It's at the blink of sanity,  crying as she's laughing so damn hard that she can't breathe. Only her plants understand her, love her despite what a horrible person she is.



She pours her soul into the plant, revealing all her hidden emotions. How she feels so lonely, how she hardly sees Tyson anymore. How both Ned and Nathalie, pseudo-parents to her, were ripped out her life. How her babies are growing up, how they're suffering and she can't fix it. How she makes it worse, she hit her baby. Just like Ruby, but so much more precious.



She watches the wilted plant come back to life, and she knows that she needs to apologize. For being absent, for not stopping the fight before it got so bad. She's the adult here, she should have known better.



Tyson wants to cry himself, but not because of the fight. He doesn't know about it, being at work at the time. No, he's feeling like his children are growing up too fast. Isa has a boyfriend now, and it's only a matter of time with Irish. He has Roxanne, but even that's just not the same. He wants another baby, another kid to watch over.



He decides to take Roxanne to a romantic date at a Chinese Take Out place. It's dirty and has a weird smell emitting from the place, but he's sure there's no blue men lurking around here. And he couldn't talk about this at the house, where the twins might overhear his worries. They don't need anything else burdening them.



 Ty takes Roxanne's hands, not caring about the dirt caked underneath her nails. He loves her, and that's why he's going to tell her his heart's desire.
"Roxanne, I took you out here for a reason. I want another baby Roxie, with you."



She starts to shake softly at his request, how could she raise a baby after what she did? "I-I dunno Ty. I don't feel like I'm a good enough mother to raise another child." A tear fell down her cheek, and Tyson wiped it away.
"Why do you feel that way Roxie? You're providing for the family, and you clearly love our babies." Tyson whispers softly, but it makes Roxanne cry even harder.



 "Ty, you ne-need to know something. I slapped Isa yesterday. I feel so bad, but I can't take it back. I hurt my baby." Tyson is shocked and furious.
"Wh-h-why? Why did you? You hit our baby?" Tyson is upset, and tears run down his face. He can't believe it.
"I was so upset, and I saw Ruby and she sounded just like her! It was so wrong! I'm so sorry Ty! I'm so damn sorry, I don't know how to say it to her."



 Tyson takes a deep breath, he knows that Ruby was a horrible bitch to Roxanne, but it doesn't excuse what she did.
"You know you did wrong here Roxie. I-I still think you're a wonderful mother. Do you think Ruby Broke would shed a tear over hitting you?" Roxanne shakes her head softly. "I want another baby, as long as you promise never to hit our children again." She nods ferociously, feeling so guilty over the situation.



"I will, I promise. But I can't have another baby Ty. I need to be taking care of the garden, and I'm not as young as I was with Isa and Irish. Maybe adoption is the answer?" Tyson looks pensive for a moment, before nodding softly.
"I think I got the perfect solution sweetheart, it'll be a surprise." Roxanne looks skeptical, but nods. She grabs his arm, and they meet, closer and closer until...



...They kiss. In the passion of the moment, all is forgiven.



"Mm, Tyson." So soft and sweet, his lips tingle as they meet
"Roxie" One word, yet so much passion and fire is behind it.
"I love you." His heart flutters, he just can't get enough of her.
"I love you too." He mumbles as they kiss. He only wishes that his plan could include her DNA. He sees her in the twins everyday, and he wants that experience again. But he knows that despite biological differences, Roxanne will love this child like her own. Despite her mistakes, he loves her, will love her forever, no matter what she does.



 Tylar Marlin is confused, freaked out, and tired. Mostly tired. She first gained awareness at the Science Facility, where they probed her endlessly looking for something called a "penis". After a while, they just shoved her at this cop dude, who happens to look a lot like her. Then they drove in the skull cop car and walked in this place. She thought the madness was over for a while, but then the cop dude stopped walking and stared waving his hands like an insane man.



She just isn't sure what's going on. Or whether she even wants to know what's going on. She would sneak away, but she isn't sure if there's even a bed in this strange place.



She thinks she hates the colour green now, there's so much of it in this hallway. Seriously, who decorated this place?
"HURRAY!" Tylar jumps backwards as the insane cop dude starts cheering endlessly. She wants to run away, but some freaky magic is compelling her to stay. Maybe the magic people want to scare her to death?



"Oh god, I think this is suppose to be my family!" Tylar glares at the man waving a freaky noisy thing around as he screams on the top of my lungs. "Did I do something in my past life to deserve to live in this...green infested den? Though I do kind of like the bathroom, rocks and sand stuff are cool." Tylar muses to herself.



 After a while longer of thinking over her situation, she shrugs. "Eh, I guess it's better then the Science Facility."



 Okay, that was before the insane cop dude erupted into glitter.



"Though the guy does look a bit scared, maybe he didn't expect the glitter?" She mutters softly, and shakes her head. "Why does he have glitter anyway? Am I hallucinating?"



 She reaches out and feels the tingly glittery sensation around her hand.
"Nope, this is just a crazy world I live in."



Irish walks in as Tyson declares he's now an adult. She's shocked, but not by the birthday. Or even that there's a girl here. No, it's who the girl looks like that freaks Irish out.




 "Um Dad, why is there a girl clone of you here?"

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Chapter Forty-Three: Fight & Flight

Irish had a bad day at school today. Well, bad day would definitely be an understatement, more like a horrifically awful day. She forces herself not to cry, but it's hard to keep her teary gaze steady.



She knows she really shouldn't go on the computer, knowing what waits for her when she does, but she has to know. Why do they hate her so much? She sneers softly as she opens the homepage, an attempt at masking her pain.



Who would send this to her? Why? Did they think she wanted to know how much people hated her? Irish fights her tears as she reads the nasty messages on the computer screen.


KoldBloodKilla
I hate Irish Marlin

HottieSim1991
yeah, irish is a slut! i hate her!

Glitzrgal6
me too, she's a idiot! who fucking says their a virgin? such a lier!

KoldBloodKilla
And the bitch thinks she's PERFECT

Glitzrgal66
no wat i hear? she fucks all the guys in school

Hottiesim1991
even the teachers? sick1!!

KoldBloodKilla
No! What guy would touch her? She has to be a lesbian

Hottiesim1992
a lezbo, really? what if she tries to fuck me!

Glitzrgal66
ew, wat a frreak!



She slams the computer shut unable to read anymore of those nasty words. She had finally started making some friends in the school, and they betrayed her like that! Irish felt like she was the biggest fool in Brooklyn Heights. She trusted them with her secret, that she had never been kissed, let alone have sex with anybody. And they flaunted it like it didn't matter, like she didn't matter. A small tear dripped on the desk as Irish wondered if she could trust anybody ever again.



Sniffling, she buries herself in a school assignment. Maybe the pain will go away if she just didn't think about it for a little bit?
"Alright, I know that won't really work, but I just want to stop crying." Irish mutters to herself as she tries to focus on the blurry words in front of her.



Isadora has heard all the rumors of course, and has tried to dissipate them. She even beat up a few of the biggest blabbermouths, but  it didn't do a thing. She's Irish's sister, and defending the rumors only gave them more fuel and hurts her twin's reputation even more. She feels frustrated that none of the guys who the twits claimed Irish slept with spoke up, even her friend Niles can't speak up for fear of furthering his status as a social pariah. And he has green skin and purple hair.



When she gets home, she tries to read to distract herself from the sniffling coming from their bedroom. Isa isn't really good at comforting people. She tends to make them cry more. If only this book wasn't so much like an encyclopedia, maybe she could get the image of Irish crying out of her mind...



She slams the book down, frustrated at her inability to help her sister. Irish has been there for her when nobody else has, and now she's failing at helping her back. She decides to paint an meteor, imagining the rock and flames consuming those snooty bitches.



After cleaning up, Isadora was about to start her boring assignment again when a furious Roxanne came through the door.
"The principal called today. He said that you beat up two girls in class, and one of them had to go to the hospital. What do you have to say for yourself?" Isa's shoulders tense as she glares at her mother.



Isadora shrugged, not wanting Roxanne to know about her sister's bullying. She would only make it worse. Roxanne's green eyes glimmered with fury.
"A shrug? A fucking shrug? You could have been expelled from school, that one girl has 15 stitches! You'll have detention for the rest of the year, and if you do anything horrible like that again, you'll be kicked out! Do you even get what you've done?" Roxanne screamed.



Isadora tries to keep herself calm, but it's a struggle. Her face grows redder as her mother continues to yell at her.
"Nothing to say? Come on Isa, you can't be a dropout loser! You'll be nothing if you continue this way!"
"Nothing! I'm fucking trying to defend my sister and you say I'm a loser! Fuck you, you, you stupid bitch!" Isa bellowed, her heart beating furiously. She feels triumphant at the startled look on Roxanne's face. If only she didn't have to reveal Irish's secret to get an ounce of compassion to her side of the situation.



Compassion dies down to fury quickly as Roxanne's mind comprehends the last part of Isadora's words.
"I'm the bitch! I'm the one keeping food in your stomach! I'm the one who gives you a great place to live. You think a policeman salary would pay for a place like this? In Brooklyn Heights? You're the ungrateful little bitch here!" Isadora looks like she wants to pull out Roxanne's hair out, but she forces herself to stop that train of thought. Isa hates her, but she's her mother. Besides, Roxanne would probably beat the snot right out of her, with all that manual labour.
 


Still extremely upset, Isadora tries to calm things down the best she can. She forces herself to breath a few times, she doesn't want this to get any worse.
"So we're both bitches. I can live with that, I messed up today. I should have just pranked them or something instead of hurting them. I'm sorry Roxanne." Isa mutters, looking down in shame. Roxanne doesn't take the given reprieve however.
"I'm not a bitch!" Isa is frustrated, can't she see how she's hurt her and Irish? Can't she see her own faults and admit them?
"What bullshit! I said I did wrong, but you're not copping up to any of your mistakes!"



"I've made mistakes, but I never injured anybody to the point of hospitalization!" Roxanne sneers.
"I didn't mean to go that far! I apologized to the families already! I ADMITTED WHAT I DID WRONG! But you haven't apologized for anything you've done!" Isadora just wants to punch something, the frustration is building up inside her and she can't get anything through to her.
"The only thing I regret is being a part of this fucked up family!" Roxanne screams, her voice slightly hoarse.
"W-what?" Isa wants to cry, but the tears won't come. "You hate us? Why didn't you leave then, before we could remember you? There's no such thing as a perfect family, but we try our best. Unlike you." Isadora paces around furiously, unable to look at Roxanne's tearful face.



"You really think you deserved better, don't you?" Isadora asks desperately, both hurt and angry. "How dare you? We loved you, but you were never there. We needed you, but you were always in your bloody garden! You don't deserve my love! I hate you!" Roxanne's raises her hand, as if to slap her, then it falls back down.



"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that-" Isadora interrupts the pathetic attempt to apologize.
"You think that this is some game. That children smile all the time and play and laugh and never cry or get frustrated. Nathalie was more of a mom then you ever were! She cared!" Tears steam down Isadora's cheeks, the pain she's been denying for several days is exploding right in front of her.
"I love you -" Isadora once again interrupts her mother, she's not stopping now. Emotions she didn't even know she felt are spewing from her mouth.



"Don't start! You don't love us! You didn't want to know what was happening with us, you just wanted to hide. Did you ever talk to me or Irish about Ned's death? Nathalie's? No! Because you're too damn self absorbed! You care about those damn plants more then you ever cared about us! You're a lousy mother!" Roxanne's eyes take an inhumane glint to them. Before Roxie can think things through clearly, before she can hear the pain in her daughter's words...



A painful smack. A cry of pain.



Isadora falls back from the force of the impact. Shocked. Her mother just slapped her. She put her hands on her.



Breathing heavily. She just did that. She put that bitch in her place. No. She lashed out. Her daughter, her baby. Isa's not a bitch. She's her daughter. She did this. She hurt her. She gasps as the realization hits her.



Tears run down her face as she looks at her daughter's young, vulnerable face. What kind of monster is she?