Changes Three
By: Agent Newbeau
Part One: Ellen
Sometimes when I look at Mike I see him as I did when I first met
him almost four years ago. It
was so cold that night and he obviously wasn't prepared for the weather.
Maybe it doesn't get as cold
in Texas as it does in New York. He said the cold didn't bother him
later when we went for a walk. He
said he was okay as long as he was with me. Then he kissed me for the
first time right there in Central
Park. It was snowing by then, not very hard. Somehow it seemed to
enhance the whole thing.
Two nights later we made love for the first time. I was 18, Mike
was 19. It was incredible. Still,
I knew it couldn't last. I don't really know why I left. It was just
something I had to do at the time. I
knew things would work out eventually. If we were meant to be together
we would find each other
again.
Now it's almost four years later and we're back together. We're
getting married, we're having
a baby. Needless to say, not everybody is as happy about this as Mike
and I are. My mother said I
was ruining my life and career by marrying Mike. And that was before we
told her about the baby. This
is my baby, mine and Mike's, and we should be the only two people making
decisions about it. Would
Mom react the same way if this was happening with Joey instead? She
adored him, he was the son she
never had. He was a two faced jerk. He lied to me, he cheated on me,
never satisfied me.
Mike, on the other hand, has never lied to me, has never cheated on
me, and he knows how to
satisfy me. He's an incredible lover, always has been, even the first
time. I guess it comes from
spending lifetimes together.
Yes, I'm ready to admit I believe now. I've had dreams myself,
maybe not as many as Mike,
but just as vivid. I can't shake the feeling that the dreams are somehow
connected to the baby. There
aren't any easy answers. Everything will be revealed when the time is
right. That's what Mike told me
when we discussed it one night.
What kind of father will Mike be? He barely remembers his own
father and he never really had
anybody to take the place of his father. Still I know he loves me and he
loves our baby. He's not going
to leave like his father did. It bothers him a lot sometimes. He doesn't
talk about it much, but I know
him well enough to know when something is bothering him. He dreams about
it sometimes. More than
once I've heard him say, "Don't leave me, Daddy" in his sleep. He didn't
do that before I got pregnant.
We can make it work, I know we can. Just because Mike didn't have
a father growing up doesn't
mean he won't be a good father to our baby. And I know he's not marrying
me just because of the
baby. I admit that was my first thought and I told that to Mike. I knew
it wasn't true when I realized
how much me saying that hurt him. He told me he bought the ring in San
Francisco, he just wanted to
wait to give it to me, until he was sure the time was right. He even
told me he already had an idea I was
pregnant, but even if I wasn't, he wanted to marry me anyway.
I can't forget what he said to me, how he's incomplete without me
and that we belonged
together. Nobody ever said anything like that to me before Mike. I feel
the same way about him. This is
the way things are supposed to be. Life is complete for now. I have Mike
and our baby. Nothing else
matters now.
I can't wait until June when the baby comes. I hope it's a boy with
dark hair and brown eyes
like Mike. A girl would be nice, but next time. This time I want a
little boy that looks like Mike. We
haven't talked about it much. We haven't set a date for the wedding or
talked about names for the
baby. Mike hasn't even told his mother yet. He said he wants to tell her
in person. We're planning on
going to Texas after the holidays. Mike just doesn't have the money now.
He spent most of what he
had to buy my ring. He loves me enough to make that sacrifice.
I'm nervous about meeting his mother. How will she react to me? My
mother will most likely
never learn to accept Mike. Will Mike's mother accept me and our child?
Mike tells me not to worry,
his mother will accept me. Even though I've never met her, I respect
her. It must have been hard raising
Mike by herself, but she did a wonderful job.
What kind of mother will I be? I don't want to be like my mother.
She was never around when
my sister and I needed her. We were raised by a nanny and a maid. And
now she tells me I'm ruining
my life. I don't think I am. I've found a man who loves me and I love
him and we're getting married
and having a family. I won't let anyone but me and Mike raise our
children.
As for throwing my career away, I don't remember Mom ever being
very supportive of my
decision to be an actress. Besides, I think I can have a career in the
movies and still be a good mother.
Women have done it before and I can do it now. It's my life, I should be
able to live it how I see fit.
People may look down on me because I'm pregnant and not married,
but I don't think I did
anything wrong. I love Mike and he loves me. What we do in private is
our business and nobody elses.
Yes, I was the one to initiate it the first time in New York and again
when we started dating, but Mike
said he let me make the first move because he was afraid I would reject
him. I wouldn't have rejected
him. I couldn't deny the attraction between us. Making love with Mike
has never been a purely physical
thing. There's a strong spiritual aspect to it, too. It's not the
joining of two bodies, but also two souls,
making them one. I've never felt like that with anyone else and I know
Mike feels the same way.
I just hope now that I'm going to be living with him at the beach
house that things will change
between us. There was no other option. The lease is up on my apartment
at the end of the month and
right now we can't afford a place of our own. Maybe after the baby's
born we can get our own place.
I don't want to live there forever.
Of course Mr. Babbitt was upset by all this. He upped the rent, but
I assured him I had the
money to pay for it. He asked why I didn't just renew the lease on my
apartment. I told him it was too
small for a family. It's not so bad, really. I just feel uncomfortable
being around the guys so much. I like
them, they're like the brothers I never had, but they can interrupt at
the most inappropriate times. At
least they're upstairs and Mike and I will be downstairs. That will give
us some privacy.
Things are still tense with Davy. I think all of us just need to
sit down and talk everything out.
He's still afraid Cyndie will come after him. I don't think he has
anything to worry about. She did her
damage and moved on.
No matter what happens, I know everything will be okay. I have
Mike, he loves me, things are
going to be okay. We're a family now.
End Part One
Part Two: Mike
If somebody asked me to pick one word to describe what Ellen is to
me, I don't think I could do it.
She's so many things to me, friend, confidante, inspiration, lover, and
soon she'll be my wife. Soulmate.
That about sums it all up. I've known for a long time that we belong
together. I've never told this to
anyone, not even Ellen, but I used to dream about her before we met. I
recognized her in New York. It
was quite a shock walking into that restaurant and seeing her in the
flesh, my dream girl come to life.
There was a connection between us, an instant attraction and I know she
felt it, too.
I think maybe if we hadn't been in a crowded restaurant I would
have kissed her right then
when she walked up to my table and introduced herself. I remember it as
clearly as if it had happened
yesterday. She said, "Hi, I'm Jennifer and I'll be your waitress this
evening." I forgot the cold and my
hunger, at least for food. I was lost in the depths of her eyes. I
wanted to touch her, to run my fingers
through her hair, to kiss those red lips. I wanted to make love to her
right then. Somehow I managed to
push aside my lustful thoughts and introduce myself. I told her my name
was Robert and that I wanted
something to warm me up, it was so cold outside. When she returned with
my food I asked her what
time she got off. I explained I was just visiting New York for a few
days and I wanted somebody to
show me the sights. As luck would have it, she was getting off in half
and hour and agreed to show me
around.
An hour later I was kissing her in Central Park, both of us
oblivious to the cold and the snow
falling around us. We were lost in our own little world, a world where
the only thing that existed were
us and the incredible passion we felt for each other. I wanted her more
than I ever thought possible. I
didn't have much experience with girls at that point and I had never
felt such a powerful need for
another person as I did then. Something stopped me from going any
further with her. I guess it was
conscience. She was young and probably as inexperienced as I was. Still,
that didn't change how I felt
about her.
Two nights later there was no stopping, no turning back. We
couldn't deny our feelings any
longer. We didn't plan to make love, it just happened. I had seen her
earlier in the day and we had
made plans to go out late that evening. She was working the late shift
at the restaurant and wouldn't get
off until ten. I would be leaving in a few days and we wanted to spend
as much time as possible
together. I was supposed to pick her up after work so I was surprised
when she showed up at my
hotel room about 9:30 and suggested we stay in.
It was incredible. No other word can describe what happened between
us that night. I lost
track of how many times we made love that night. Time seem to stand
still for us. We were lost in the
wonder of each other, exploring, marveling in the ways we could please
each other. I was lost,
drowning in love, and I didn't want to be saved.
The next morning I woke up and she was gone. I was devastated. I
looked for her, but she
didn't want to be found. She left a note saying she loved me but she had
to go away. I cut my trip short
and returned home to try to get over her. It wasn't easy. Every girl I
met I compared to Jennifer. No
other girl was a beautiful or could please me the way she did. I wanted
her back and it didn't matter
what I had to do to get her. I just never imagined an unanswered phone
would lead me back to the girl
I had loved for so long, the girl who became the woman who will soon be
my wife and the mother of
my children.
It's a strange thought. Because of an unanswered phone, I'm going
to be a father. It's amazing
how a little thing like that can change your life.
What kind of father will I be? Sometimes the thought of being a
father scares me, but I know I
can't let it bother me. I'm not my father, I can't abandon my wife and
child ever. Sometimes I wonder
if my parents ever really loved each other the way Ellen and I do. They
were young when they got
married, about the same age Ellen and I were when we first met. I know
my mother was pregnant with
me when they got married. She's never told me that, but I did the math.
Either she was pregnant or I
was born three months early and that just doesn't seem logical. A woman
didn't really have any other
options in those days. There's not really any more options now, either,
but in my mother's generation
being pregnant and not married wasn't as accepted as it is now. A lot of
people still don't accept it, but
it happens a lot.
I still don't understand why my father left. They had been married
almost six years by then. If
they knew the marriage wasn't going to work out, why didn't they divorce
sooner. Why did they get
married in the first place? It was the "honorable" thing to do, I guess.
I know people are going to say
the same thing about me and Ellen getting married, but they're wrong. I
didn't ask her because it's the
"honorable" thing to do. I asked her because I love her and I want to
spend my life with her. I was
ready to ask her two months ago, but considering how things were then, I
decided to wait. When she
told me about the baby, it just seemed like the right time to ask her.
When she said no I thought my world was going to fall apart again.
I had lost her once before, I
didn't want to lose her again. I meant everything I told her about how I
felt. It wasn't just some ploy to
get her to change her mind, but it did. That and her noticing I spent
almost every cent I had on that ring.
I want her to have the best and I want my child to have all the things I
didn't have growing up. That
means that no matter what happens between me and Ellen, I will be there
for the children. I couldn't
leave them like my father did to me.
How could anyone turn their back on their children as if they
didn't exist? I wonder if he ever
thinks about me. Mom hasn't mentioned him in a long time and I long
since stopped asking questions. I
don't even remember what he looks like. Mom says I have his eyes, the
same shade of brown. I think
she did love him once, but it wasn't strong enough to last a lifetime.
I know the love Ellen and I have for each other is strong enough to
last a lifetime. It's lasted
many lifetimes before. I remember more than I want to. Most of what I do
remember scares me. I
remember the bad times, pain and blood and death. This time it will be
different. I keep telling myself
that. Just because things didn't always work out in the past doesn't
mean it won't work out this time.
I'm marrying Ellen and we're going to have a baby.
This may sound sexist, but I want a boy this time. I have nothing
against having a daughter, but I
want a son this first time. That way I can correct the mistakes of the
past. I can do all the things with
him that my father never did with me. I can take him fishing and camping
and when he's old enough I'll
teach him to play the guitar like me. Micky already bought a drum kit
for the baby and he won't even
be born for months now.
Micky and Peter are really excited about the baby. That's good. I
was scared they would be
upset about it. They've already volunteered to babysit the kid and they
insist the baby will call them
Uncle Micky and Uncle Peter. They're almost as excited about this and me
and Ellen.
Davy, however, is a different matter. He said the house was crowded
enough already without
having Ellen move in and then the baby. I knew he would react this way.
He's still mad about what
happened in San Francisco. He's not comfortable around Ellen and she's
not comfortable around him.
I know it was just jealousy that made him act the way he did, but I
can't trust him alone with her. I
can't help but worry that he might try the same thing again.
But I trust Ellen not to do anything with him. She loves me, I love
her, it's going to be okay.
End Part Two
Part Three: Micky
Uncle Micky. I like the sound of that. I'm really happy for Mike
and Ellen. I've never seen two
people more perfect for each other or more in love than those two. It's
going to be a big adjustment for
everybody when Ellen moves in. Privacy is hard to get around here and
those two would go nuts
without time alone with each other. That's how they got the kid in the
first place. They'll be downstairs
so that will help. Davy will just have to learn to take his dates
somewhere else.
Davy's still pretty much upset about the whole thing. He just needs
to get over it. The way he's
acting it's like he thinks Ellen got pregnant just to ruin his life.
It's not making things any better between
him and Mike. Mike has enough on his mind without having to worry about
Davy. I just hope they get
things worked out soon, hopefully before Ellen moves in. It's the
holidays, they shouldn't be fighting.
When they told us the news I thought Davy was going to leave. He
was mad, but he wouldn't
say anything. Me and Peter were thrilled. I figured they would get
engaged sooner or later so I wasn't
really surprised. The baby, well, that was a bit of a surprise, but a
nice surprise. I've never seen Mike
as hung up on a girl as he is with Ellen. He's very protective of her,
always has been, but more so now
because she's pregnant. I think Mike will make a great father. He gives
great advice. And that's going
to be one lucky kid having Mike and Ellen as parents.
All this has got me to thinking. I think I'd like to have kids
someday if the right girl comes along.
Not right now, though. I've got a lot to do before I settle down. Mike
isn't that much older than me, but
I think he's ready to be a father. He's more mature. I guess it comes
from growing up the way he did.
He never really had a chance to be a child. He doesn't talk about it
much, but I know they were poor
and it was just him and his mother. That really bothers him, not having
a father. I don't think that will
affect him being a good father, though. He and Ellen really love each
other a lot. That's the important
thing.
I remember one time, I guess it was before Ellen went to Arizona, I
had gone somewhere and
when I came back, I accidentally walked in on them during a really heavy
make out session. They were
all over each other. They were sitting in a chair. Well, actually, Mike
was sitting in a chair and Ellen was
sitting in his lap. They were kissing and I swear he had his hand under
her skirt. They had the light off, it
was hard to tell. They were so embarrassed when they noticed I was in
the room. I assured them that I
hadn't really seen anything and what I had seen was nothing new to me.
Still, I don't think they ever
tried that again.
It sure is going to be interesting to have Ellen living here, but I
think it will all work out okay. I
just wish she and Mike would set a date for the wedding. They said
probably after Christmas and after
they go to visit his mother. They'll be gone for two weeks. I just hope
nothing goes wrong here those
two weeks. But I shouldn't worry about that yet. That's not for a while
yet.
I'm happy. It's the holidays and I'm going to be an uncle. Now if
only we could get more gigs
and I could get a girl, things would be perfect.
End Part Three
Part Four: Peter
I know there is a lot going on that Mike won't talk about. He
doesn't want to tell anybody about his
dreams, but it would make things better if he did. I think it's all
connected, the dreams and what's going
on with him and Ellen. He's very happy with her and he's really looking
forward to being a father, but I
still think there is something going on that he's not telling anybody.
He was wreck the whole month Ellen was gone. He didn't sleep, we
had to remind him to eat,
he couldn't concentrate on the music. I've only seen him like that two
other times, when Ellen was sick
and when they didn't speak to each other for a week. He told me a little
bit then about what was going
on, but not much. It's those dreams. I figured out that much on my own.
Maybe I should ask Ellen what she knows about the dreams. I'm sure
he's told her. They're
close like that. Maybe I won't ask her. Maybe it's none of my business.
But Mike is my friend and I'm
worried about him. So much has happened to him lately. He has a lot of
responsibilities now. He has a
family to worry about now.
I've always liked Ellen. She's perfect for Mike. An unexpected baby
might tear some couples
apart, but not Mike and Ellen. Somehow crisis seems to draw them closer
together, like when she was
sick. That brought them closer together. I guess they're one of those
couples meant to be together
forever. That seems to be a rare things nowadays. People can't handle
crisis anymore. It tears them
apart. They let minor differences grow into hatred until they can't find
their way back. It's not right.
I think it's going to be great having a baby around. I love babies.
Everybody will have to adjust,
but I think we can handle that. I know Micky is looking forward to the
baby. And Davy, well, Davy
will get over it soon. I thought he would be over it by now, jealousy is
just a waste of time and energy.
It's not like he would ever have a chance with Ellen, even if she wasn't
with Mike. She's not the type
for a casual fling like Davy likes. It ironic that he's jealous of Mike
and Ellen being so committed to
each other, but he would never date a girl who wanted a committed
relationship. I think Davy has a lot
of growing up to do first.
Actually, I think this will force all of us to grow up a bit. That
doesn't mean we can't still have
fun, but things are going to change a lot when Ellen moves in and after
she has the baby. I've already
noticed a change in Mike. Something is bothering him, I just wish I knew
what it was.
More than once I've heard him mumble stuff in his sleep, strange
stuff, talking about people
I've never heard of before. Other girls. I heard him talking about
somebody named Jenny once. I found
a piece of paper once, a list of names and dates and places. When I
asked him about it he got mad at
me for going through his stuff. I think it was a list of things he
remembered from his dreams. I don't
remember much of what was on that list, a few of the names, Jenny,
Henry, Julie, Angela, Marc, and
one of the years was 1863. He had a question mark by that one. I just
wish he would tell me what's
going on.
Mike's one of my best friends. We met on a plane in New York in
1964. He was going back
home to Texas, I was going to California and was changing planes in
Dallas. We got to talking and I
ended up missing my flight. I was lucky, that plane crashed. In a weird
way, Mike saved my life. I
stayed the night with him and his mom. She was really nice and really
pretty. I naively asked about
Mike's father. She explained that they had been divorced for a long
time. I could tell it was a topic that
was best avoided around Mike. He couldn't disguise the pain in his eyes.
I left the next morning and it was a year before I saw Mike again.
And the rest is history. I just
wish there was some way I could help him.
But I am happy for him and Ellen. They can make it work, I know
they can. They'll be great
parents. They love each other a whole lot and that really helps.
Maybe one day soon I'll meet a girl and settle down with her. I
wonder what ever happened to
Miranda. I haven't seen her in a long time. She was a sweet girl and I
really liked her a lot. I just never
could get up the courage to ask her out on a date. And I think she liked
me, too. Oh well, if it's meant
to be, then we'll meet again. That's how love is sometimes. It doesn't
always go the way we expect it
to so we just have to be patient and let things work out like they
should.
Everything is working out great for Mike and Ellen and maybe
someday things will work out for
me and Miranda. I can hope.
End Part Four
Part Five: Davy
Contrary to popular belief, I'm not as upset about all this as
people think. I like Ellen, she's
really nice, but she's Mike's girl and that's okay with me. I admit I
screwed up big time with her and
for that I'm sorry. I don't have an easy explanation for what happened.
I wasn't thinking straight. I was
jealous. Mike had a girl and I didn't. I never saw Mike hooked on a girl
until he met Ellen. I wanted
what they had.
As for her moving in and marrying Mike and them having a baby, fine
with me as long as things
don't change too much. I don't know much about babies. I was the
youngest, I was the baby. I don't
have much experience with them.
What I am worried about is Cyndie. Nobody knows where she is or if
they do, they're not
saying. I'm scared she'll show up here one day and somebody will get
hurt. If anything happened to
Ellen I know Mike would never forgive me.
Maybe I'm worrying for nothing. Maybe Cyndie did all the damage she
wanted to and now
she's off torturing somebody else. But for some reason I don't think so.
I wish I could remember what
happened that night, but it's all a big blur. I remember fighting with
Mike and then Cyndie taking me to
her apartment. The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning.
I guess I was lucky, she just
gave me some really trippy drugs and the effects wore off quickly. Some
poor guy got stabbed.
She would hurt Ellen if she got the chance, I know she would. I
don't want that on my
conscience. Things have changed now. There's a baby to think about. Of
course Ellen was most likely
pregnant when we were in San Francisco, but Cyndie wasn't mad enough to
do anything to her then.
Or maybe she just didn't want to do anything to her with Mike around.
I want to tell her I'm sorry, but it seems like every time I try to
talk to her, Mike gives me this
hands off look. I think he's way too protective of her. He doesn't trust
me around her. I'm not going to
do anything, I just want to tell her I'm truly sorry for what I did.
She'll listen to me, I know she will.
I admit I was very upset when Mike told us Ellen was moving in. Why
couldn't they just move
into her apartment? She's got the money to pay for it, I know she does.
Then they dropped that little
bombshell about a baby. Great, another person, another mouth to feed.
How is this going to affect the
band? A year from now will we have to be canceling gigs because Mike has
to stay home with a sick
baby? I hope not. If the kid's sick, Ellen can stay home with it.
Mike seems determined to be a good father. That's an honorable
thing, but I just hope it
doesn't affect the band. Maybe I'm being selfish here, but has anybody
thought how this will affect us
as a group? Maybe it's too early to worry about things like that. But we
need Mike. He's our leader.
We're not a band without him.
I guess I'm just confused about things. I don't want things to
change too much. And I don't
want anybody to get hurt. Not now. Things are bad enough already. I just
need to prove to Mike that
I've changed. How do I do that?
End Part Five
Part Six: Ana
Mike's been my best friend since I was five years old. We've never
had secrets. It's a promise we
made to each other when we were children. I know pretty well. I know
when something is bothering
him.
I wasn't really surprised when he called me and told me he was
getting married. My first
reaction was to ask him what took so long. Astrologically speaking,
they're compatible in every way.
And those dreams. He told me that she's more open to the possibility
now, that she's had dreams
herself. They're learning and growing together. That's the way it should
be.
Mike told me that he had the first dream the night of Ellen's
birthday. That's also most likely the
same time she conceived. It's all connected. He said the dreams got more
detailed later on and then
suddenly it was a different time. He had moved to another life. He's
tried to remember as much as he
can about the dreams, but it still doesn't tell me everything I need to
know.
He told me he read about Bridey Murphy and it made sense to him.
I've been doing some
reading and I think I'm ready to help him. He'll be visiting soon and
maybe I can get him to let me
regress him. I think he's ready for it, too. At least he'll get some
answers.
He's very happy with Ellen, of that there is no doubt. All those
years he spent searching for her
are over. I know about New York. He never really got over what happened
then until he met Ellen. I
still have the letter he wrote me from New York. He loved her so much
even though he had just met
her. When I saw him again I asked him what happened with her. He tried
to disguise the pain in his
voice, but it didn't work. I know him well enough to know when he's
trying to hide something. Two
words, "She left." I wanted to know more, but I knew he wouldn't tell
me, at least not then. A few
days later he told me everything, how he loved her, how he felt complete
with her, and the pain of
waking up to find she had left. He said he was tired of people leaving
him. I told him that maybe it was
for the best and someday he would find somebody who wouldn't leave him.
It took three and a half
years, but they found each other again.
History has a way of repeating itself and sometimes we're given the
chance to correct the
mistakes of our past. That's what's happening with Mike and Ellen now.
They've been through some
bad times in their pasts. Now they're getting another chance at
happiness. And Mike is getting the
chance to correct the mistakes made by others in his childhood. He
didn't have any control over what
happened then. Now he does and he won't make the same mistakes. He's
determined not to be like his
father.
He still hasn't told his mother that he's getting married or that
Ellen is pregnant. He said he wants to
tell her in person. I think he's scared to tell her and is putting it
off as long as possible. I know Mike's
mother very well. She raised Mike on her own and it would break her
heart to find out that Mike is
keeping secrets from her. I've never heard her talk about Mike's father
but I remember once when I
was helping Mike pack when he moved to California. That was fun for the
most part. I was in his
mother's room looking for something and I found a picture. It was in a
drawer with a bunch of papers
and stuff. It was on the bottom, as if she was trying to hide it. It was
a picture of Mike and his dad on
his fifth birthday. Six weeks later his father left forever.
I didn't know what to do with the picture. I didn't know if I
should show it to Mike or not. I
knew that if I asked his mother about it she would accuse me of
snooping. I finally put the picture back
in the drawer and tried to forget about it. For the most part I did
forget until Mike called last week to
tell me that Ellen was pregnant and they were getting married. I think
there is a lot that Mike's mother
hasn't told him that he needs to know. It's just a feeling I have.
Secrets have a way of revealing
themselves. They refuse to be buried for too long. He'll find out. I
just hope it doesn't destroy him.
End Part Six
Part Seven: Joey
So Ellen got herself knocked up by what's his name, the musician
guy. Judy's pissed of course.
Maybe it's really not his kid. I always suspected she was screwing
around when she was with me. I did
it, too, but that's different. I'm a guy, it's expected for guys to do
that. Maybe she was screwing around
with him then, too.
I stayed with her as long as I did because of Judy. I always liked
her and she always liked me,
too and not just as a prospective son in law. She sure loved to flirt.
Too bad Ellen wasn't like that. But
she must have picked up something along the way somewhere because she
wasn't a virgin when I met
her. I wonder if her mother knows that. Probably not.
She says she's happy with Mike. I just wonder how long that will
last. They'll get tired of each
other, he'll get tired of her bitching, and that will be the end of it.
Then Judy will make her take me
back. Things will get back to the way they were.
Things were fine until she got that independent streak. She had to
prove to herself she could
make it on her own. She moved out on her own, dumped me, and told her
mother she was tired of the
way she was treating her.
I was tired of her by then, the sex was boring and she was just
using me. But she dumped me in
front of my friends. That just isn't right. I let her know that. Bet she
would never try that again. She
fought back, though, fought hard, drew blood. But she never cried, at
least not in front of me.
She hates me, I know that much. Let her hate me, I don't care. Her
mother doesn't hate me. If
she were more like her mother I wouldn't have had to beg her, be rough
with her. Judy would do it no
hesitation.
I wonder who got to her first, how old she was. It must not have
been good for her because
she never liked it with me. This must not bother her boyfriend. From
what Judy told me, they spend a
lot of time together. Maybe he likes frigid women. Some men are sick
like that. Me, if I wanted it a bit
wild, I went elsewhere, not to Ellen. She didn't do anything wild, just
lay there.
So she's happy with her musician and they're having a kid. Good
luck to them. They deserve
each other. I always liked Judy better anyway.
End Part Seven
Part Eight: Judy
Where did I go wrong with Ellen? I gave her everything she ever
wanted, I gave her the freedom to
do what she wanted. I hated it when my parents gave me a list of rules
to live by. That was no fun. I
didn't want my girls to grow up like that. Now she's gone too far.
I knew that boy was trouble the second I laid eyes on him, walking
out of the bathroom after a
shower. Ellen didn't even tell me she was seeing anyone. Just what she
needs, to get married to some
out of work musician with no future and have a houseful of kids. She
wasn't raised to live like that. I
give it a year tops. Once that kid is born, that boy will be running for
the door and won't look back.
And poor Ellen will be left alone with a baby to raise. And she'll
probably come begging to me for
money or a place to live.
She claims she's happy with him. How can they be happy? They don't
have any money. He
spent all his money on that god awful ring. They can't even afford a
place of their own. They have to
live with his friends. Probably a bunch of druggies or something. My
daughter wasn't raised to live like
that.
She had a good man with Joey. He had money, a powerful family,
connections, the important
things. She says she didn't love him. What's love got to do with it? I
never really loved her father and
we've been married for 25 years. We have money, lots of friends, we
don't need love. Besides, I
always liked Joey. I personally picked him for Ellen. I wanted her to
have a good man, not some bum
like she has now.
She's too young to have a baby. Besides, it ruins a woman's figure.
It took me a long time to
get my figure back after I had her. She can't afford to put on any
weight, not if she wants to keep
making movies. They don't put fat actresses in the lead roles.
She should have been more careful. It's not like she didn't know
how to prevent it. I even
offered to have it taken care of, but she refused. She's stubborn, I'll
give her that much. She seems
determined to ruin her life and I can't stop her. She's made her bed,
now she has to lie in it. She just
better not come to me looking for sympathy when she finds herself alone
with a baby and no husband.
End Part Eight
Part Nine: Mr. Babbitt
Damn kids, should have taken a cold shower instead. That's the
problem with young people
today. They can't control their hormones. In my day we waited. Not
today. Well, at least he's not
walking out on her. And she is a nice girl. Always friendly whenever I
see her. And I guess they boys
aren't so bad. At least they're not out doing drugs like all those damn
hippies. That's what's ruining this
country, those damn hippies and their drugs and fighting the government.
In my day, we didn't do stuff
like that. We respected our elders and trusted our government. Damn
kids.
Oh well, they better pay the rent on time or I'll find somebody who
will. No, I can't kick them
out, not with a baby. My wife would kick me out and I don't want that to
happen.
They're happy. That's important. They just better pay the rent on
time and keep down the
noise.
End Part Nine
The End!
Notes: It's finally over! So far this has been the toughest story to
write because of the different POVs in
it. It really gave me a chance to develop characters that I hadn't yet
and in the process learned a few
things about them. I actually cut Joey's part short because the
character made me feel nauseous. I will
deal with that later and when Mike finds out, it's not going to be a
pretty sight. I censored myself with
that part. I hope no one was offended by the subject matter. I in no way
condone Joey's actions, I was
just writing it from his viewpoint.
I think I'm going to delay Home. I have another story I want to write
before that. It's called Moving
Day and it will finally resolve the conflict with Davy. I'll get it
written when I get the time. I just got a job
working nights so my time will be limited.
Hope you enjoyed the story. I had fun writing it.
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