#curtaincalled

he  just  needed  some  time  to  get  away.  just  a  little  place  far  away  from  florida,  &  far  away  from  tristen  golden,   as  she  was  now  back  to  going  by.  the  cortez  was seedy  looking  but  alas  it  was  the  best  place  in  joeys  price  range.  teachers  salary,  a  divorce  settlement  weighing  on  him.  if  he  wanted  a  decent  night  in  downtown  la,  he  needed  to  sacrifice  on  the  hotel.  besides,  he  wasn’t  planning  on  staying  the  night   here.  not  when  he  could  find  someone  at  the  clubs  who  likely  had  a  better  set  up.  in  the  end  though  it  really  didn’t  matter,  joey  had  hook  ups  in  seedier  places  than  the  cortez  after all.

joey  is  all  dressed  up  for  the  night,  hanging  out  at  the  bar  to  get  a  pre  night  out  drink.  rather  quickly  he  notices  the  smartly  dressed  gentlemen  in  the  suit  to  his  left. hmmmm,  maybe  he  wouldn’t  be  going  out  tonight  after  all.  he  downs  the  martini  &  saunters  over  to  the  man  in  question,   there  was  no  doubting  he  played  for  joeys  team.     ❝  hey  baby,  you  looked  lonely  over  here.  so  i  thought  i’d  come  say  hello.  ❞  he  takes  the  empty  seat  next  to  the  other  man.   ❝   any  plans  for  tonight ?  ❞

@curtaincalled​ CONTINUED FROM HERE      /      two weeks in and kyra already knows miss robichaux’s will be in her rear view mirror soon. all these women of promising talent, and none of them know shit of what to do with it ... especially the supreme she is supposed to ass kiss. there is no supreme over kyra damon; she plays by her own rules and that’s the game. 

there is, admittedly, one perk: this old house is the nicest place kyra’s ever crashed. it’s the sole reason she’s stuck around for half a month. never, in her twenty-five years, has anybody ever picked up after her like kyle is forced to do. it’s already spoiled kyra to the bone (or, at least, whatever wasn’t rotten already.)

@curtaincalled​ CONTINUED FROM HERE      /      “hey, kyle —” at the least, she wishes he’d let her reposition him. there’s no way he’s comfortable, half-sliding against the wall, but the more she pushes it, the more shelly knows he’ll fight her. it’s fair enough; shelly is a stranger and he’s afraid — it’s a survival instinct to push back.

“come on, kyle,” there is still patience in her tone, “i have to change those bandages for you. if they don’t get changed, your wounds will just get worse ... and i don’t want that for you,” they’re already in a poor state judging by the look of his bandages. 

‘the  guy  was  an   asshole .  i  don’t  think  anybody  deserves   to  be  with  someone  that hurts  them’ . chad  truly  doesn’t  know  if   he  should  run  or   cry .  he   just  stands  there  in  the  doorway  back  turned  to  the  teen ,  frozen .  no one ... had  ever  told  him  he   didn’t  deserve  it .  no   one  had   ever  acknowledged  how  awful it  was .  no  one  had  ever  directly   validated  his  pain .  ironically  it  is   his   murderer  who  is   the  first   one .

‘i  wanted   to  see  how  you  were  holding  up .’  another  string  of  words  he  never   heard .   chad  doesn’t   even  have   time  to  think  about  who  it  comes  from ,   just  the  sheer  impact  of  the  simple  sentence  have  him  instantly  overwhelmed .  he  regains  control   of   his legs  again  &  slowly  he  slips   down  against  the  wall ,  landing in  a  heap  on  the  floor .  he  just  looks  at   tate ,  speechless .  chads  eyes  showing  more  vulnerability  than  he  would  have  liked .  ❝  i   think...  i’m  alright ?  ❞    his   word   sound   stunned  as  he   cradles  the  wine  glass  in  his  hands .   ❝   how  are   you  ?  ❞  spoken  equally   stunned   before  he  can  stop  himself .   when  someone   asks  how  you  are   its   only  fair   you   ask  back   right  ? 

@curtaincalled​ CONTINUED FROM HERE      /      ‘life isn’t fair’ is a saying as old as time itself. shelly heard it a hundred times growing up, as did her parents, as did her grandparents, and probably their parents before them. 

she’s always known her parents to be right with that particular sermon, as disappointing as the reality is ... and believe her, it’s gravely disappointing. the worse news is, however, that even death isn’t fair. 

no warm glow, no pearly gates that shimmer and open just for her. she is cold, and she is lonely, and all shelly wants is eric. she has yet to return home since the night that ended her life ... and not only for the fear of what poor state she’ll find her fiancé in (ex-fiancé. that’s the last word shelly ever wanted to use for eric — unless it’s a playful quip after they’ve wed.)

she crosses roman’s room, each step weighed with all the sorrowful weight of the world. shelly is even so bold as to invade his space and crawl atop of the mattress; she rises tall on her knees. her gaze refuses to waver.

“roman,” it’s the firmest shelly has ever spoken to another human being, and she hopes she will never find herself in a position to do so again.

@curtaincalled​ said:  “Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better.” ( from Jimmy! )

unknown number texts  (ACCEPTING)

it’s going to be a late night, eric’s already warned her. frankly, shelly is more than content to wait up for her lover ... but she already knows the tone she’s going to hear if he walks in and she’s crashing on the couch. 

so shelly moves camp to the bed, even though her eyes have no intent of closing any time soon. no matter if the screen is going to mess with her sleep cycle, that can be fixed later.

her pinterest browsing is interrupted by a text notification; shelly doesn’t recognize the number, but no one texts her regularly other than eric. either it’s him on a borrowed phone, or it’s another spam message waiting to be deleted immediately.

from the contents of the message, it’s neither ... immediately, shelly sits up in her bed, before her paranoia tells her to hunker down again. she pulls up eric’s number and is ready to dial him, beg her boyfriend to come home as soon as he can — something causes her to hesitate, however. 

if this is a stupid prank on his friends’ part, she’s going to look completely ridiculous. there’s no need to scare eric over a singe text message.