This is not a chronological piece, yet it is a piece from Weathered all the same. I know it falls somewhere after Blair goes in the hospital and Anthony has discovered Bill’s betrayal. If you wish to read more of this story, click here.
Regina punched the wall in frustration. It was always the same spot on the wall, where a once crisp photograph of a happy family hanged, now tattered and dog eared, their faces unrecognizable from the constant battering. In her other hand, she held a letter, still brisk from its envelope.
Dear Ms. Adams,
After further consideration, I have decided that I cannot honor your request to meet you for dinner at this time. I have based my decision on the premise that your birth certificate is fraudulent and you have no legal claim to me.
Furthermore, it has come to my attention that you have been causing some trouble for my only daughter, Blair, and I must demand that you cease and desist at once.
I must warn you, if you insist on continuing to harass my family, I will be left with no option but to turn the entire matter over to the police.
Theodore Weathers, Esq.
“WHY!! WHY! WHY!!”
Her screams filled the hallway and streamed down into the street below her small apartment building. Bill ran up the steps two at a time, believing she was in some kind of danger, and threw open her door.
Her fists left the wall only to pummel his chest. Black streaked down her face.
“Why! Why can’t he love me too? Why?”
Her scream died to a stuttered whisper as the words continued floating from her lips.
“What are you talking about?”
His eyes caught the white sheet as it danced with the air in the room.
He caught her wrist and skimmed the letter quickly.
“I thought we discussed this. You were not to make contact. Not yet.”
“Bill. He is my father. He has always known. And I’m tired of waiting.”
She snatched the paper from him and shredded it.
“I was born first, you know. I was here before she was. He should have denied her. He loved me first. First!” Her fists rose to the air again before plunging into the wall. “Me!! WHY NOT ME!”
She plucked another letter from her coffee table nearby. Fresh blackened tears followed the path already etched on her face.
“I.” Rip. “Want.” Rip. “MINE.” Rip.
“Oh God, this hurts!”
She doubled over as a wave of pain surged through her body; her voice suddenly silent, her mouth left gaping, droplets of drool breached the dam of her lip and hovered there.
“Oh, God. Make it stop. Just make it stop!”
“I don’t know what to do. What can I do?” Bill’s burrowed eyebrows echoed the concern in his voice.
Pain turned to anger. Devious laughter started deep within her bowel, growling its way out of her throat. She rose and pushed him towards the door, punching his chest as she went.
“Ha! What can you do?” Punch. “What can you do?” Punch. “Nothing!” Spittle flew behind the laughter. “You? DO anything? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” She cackled. “Why are you even here? Right this moment, WHY are you here?”
Her eyes glowered and her chest heaved. Her fists stopped.
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Enjoy seeing me on the short end of the stick for a change? Well take a good look. Burn it in your head. Plaster the image of my pain all over the inside of your thick skull.”
She turned her chin up to face him, pride and fury written all over her face.
“You see it?” Punch. “Now get the fuck out.”
Your assignment this week was to write a piece where you explore the first broken heart for your character – or for you.
Regina’s only pined for the love of one man. Did you feel her pain? Concrit always wanted and appreciated.