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Tragic Kingdom - Episode 21
Tragic Kingdom - Episode 21
Wes England headed for his front door. His head had been pounding all morning, and he wished whoever was inside there would quit knocking. Work had been busy lately, and part of him wondered in taking the role of manager had been a good idea. He knew he was good at his job, but was that enough? Shouldn't he love his work?
He guessed it didn't matter. He was bringing home a good wage, and that was what mattered. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door.
"Wes," a voice said as he locked the door.
Wes turned around. "Anna? What're you doing here?"
"I came to give you a message from Tiffany. She wants you to know that she is willing to let you into her life. The only thing she doesn't want is for your new wife to be part of it. She doesn't want another mother."
"So what your saying is it's Tiffany or Toffee?" Wes asked, wanting to be clear on what he was hearing.
"That's it. You have to decide. You can have a new life with Toffee, or you can try and rebuild your old one. If I were you, I would move on. Tiffany is happy with her life."
Wes broke his eye contact with Anna. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was his daughter, or his wife.
"I've got to go, Wes. I have a plane to catch. I was in this area anyway, so I thought I should tell you in person. Think it over."
Before he could answer, Anna Monday was inside her rental car again. He watched her leave. He couldn't make this choice, could he? It was complicated to even think about with a headache like the one he had. He needed time.
Holly Sundale locked her locker door and turned towards the bathrooms. The past few weeks had been lonely for her, and even though she was surrounded by hundreds of other people, she still felt alone. Wendy had been avoiding her at all costs. She hadn't heard from Josh. Rochelle was the only person in the school who she considered a friend.
As she headed down the halls, that were filled with chattering people, she almost bumped into someone rushing towards the doors.
"Sorry," she said absently.
Steve Snowstep turned to face her. His face seemed to drop as he saw who was standing in front on him.
"Steve, hey," Holly said softly.
"I can't stop. I have to meet some of the guys outside."
"Okay, but I've not seen you in forever. How's everything going?"
Steve shrugged. "You know, the usual. I was in a band, playing with some great people...then my girlfriend told me I have a kid. Life's been peachy."
Holly watched him leave. She was stunned by his outburst. So Wendy HAD told him. Holly didn't know if she would scream of cry. Anger over the betrayal by Wendy. Sorrow for losing her friends. She wished she knew what to do next. Her life have taken a turn she didn't like...but part of her always knew this would happen. How could it not?
Wes arrived at the office twenty minutes late. He took a detour to pick up some coffee, and had spent ten of those twenty minutes in his car, drinking his drink.
He had just closed his office door when there was a knock.
Noah Snowstep stuck his head around the door. "Good time?"
"Come in," Wes said. "I just got here."
"I just came in to check on things. How's everything been?"
Wes handed Noah a stack on papers. "This is the report you asked for. I compared the figures like you asked me too. It looks good."
"I'll take these home and sort through them. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a visitor this morning that I didn't expect."
"Really? A nice surprise?"
Wes shook his head. "My ex. I can't really can't go into details, but she gave me an ultimatum. I don't know what to decide."
"I hope you work out whatever's wrong. If you need someone to have a few beers with and chat about it, call me. Listen, I have to get going. Thanks for these. I'll get them back to the office by Friday. Your doing a great job, Wes. I made the right choice."
Wes thanked Noah and watched him leave. He closed the door, and sank into his chair. Why couldn't things be simple? Anna had shocked him this morning, and now he had to spend the day in his office. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered. It would be so simple to just leave, take Toffee to some far away place where they could drink cocktails on a deserted beach. Reality had a way of spoiling all your dreams. He turned on his computer and waited for it to load. Another day, another dollar he supposed.
Noah headed from Wes's office and towards the front door. He was about to open it when Stacey Gray walked in.
"Noah!" she almost yelled.
"Hey, Stacey," Noah said, wishing it could have been anyone but her. He put the stack of papers on the ground, finding it too hard to hold them while talking. They were heavy, very heavy, and he wondered how long it would take to read through it all.
"Are you back at work?"
Noah sighed. "No. I'm here for these."
"That's a shame. I thought I got through to you," she said.
Noah picked up the stack of papers he had set down. "I have to go. Stacey, I won't be coming back to work here so you really need to get over it."
He stormed out of the office, tired of her thinking the same thing over and over. He had thought once he left the office that he would be free of her, but still she bothered him. Sometimes he wondered why he ever took on the company.
Ramon Cassar waited for the elevator doors to slid open. He had been let into the apartment building by Grace Roundhouse, who had come home the same time he was waiting for Tia Young to let him in.
The apartment was silent. He could feel a chill in the air. He could hear a tap dripping. Something felt wrong.
"Tia?" he called out.
There was no reply. He opened the bedroom door. Tia was lying on the ground. Her body was limp, her skin pale. Ramon looked over at the bed. Pill bottles were scattered over the sheets.
"Tia," he whispered.
He checked her pulse, which was still evident. She was still alive, just. He held her close. Her chest rose and fell lightly. As he held her in his arms, he dailled 911. He spoke fast, without thinking about his words. Nothing he said seemed to make sense. It was like someone else was making him say those words. "My sister has taken pill..I need help...please come, now."
Tragic Kingdom - Episode 21
Wes England headed for his front door. His head had been pounding all morning, and he wished whoever was inside there would quit knocking. Work had been busy lately, and part of him wondered in taking the role of manager had been a good idea. He knew he was good at his job, but was that enough? Shouldn't he love his work?
He guessed it didn't matter. He was bringing home a good wage, and that was what mattered. He grabbed his keys and opened the front door.
"Wes," a voice said as he locked the door.
Wes turned around. "Anna? What're you doing here?"
"I came to give you a message from Tiffany. She wants you to know that she is willing to let you into her life. The only thing she doesn't want is for your new wife to be part of it. She doesn't want another mother."
"So what your saying is it's Tiffany or Toffee?" Wes asked, wanting to be clear on what he was hearing.
"That's it. You have to decide. You can have a new life with Toffee, or you can try and rebuild your old one. If I were you, I would move on. Tiffany is happy with her life."
Wes broke his eye contact with Anna. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was his daughter, or his wife.
"I've got to go, Wes. I have a plane to catch. I was in this area anyway, so I thought I should tell you in person. Think it over."
Before he could answer, Anna Monday was inside her rental car again. He watched her leave. He couldn't make this choice, could he? It was complicated to even think about with a headache like the one he had. He needed time.
Holly Sundale locked her locker door and turned towards the bathrooms. The past few weeks had been lonely for her, and even though she was surrounded by hundreds of other people, she still felt alone. Wendy had been avoiding her at all costs. She hadn't heard from Josh. Rochelle was the only person in the school who she considered a friend.
As she headed down the halls, that were filled with chattering people, she almost bumped into someone rushing towards the doors.
"Sorry," she said absently.
Steve Snowstep turned to face her. His face seemed to drop as he saw who was standing in front on him.
"Steve, hey," Holly said softly.
"I can't stop. I have to meet some of the guys outside."
"Okay, but I've not seen you in forever. How's everything going?"
Steve shrugged. "You know, the usual. I was in a band, playing with some great people...then my girlfriend told me I have a kid. Life's been peachy."
Holly watched him leave. She was stunned by his outburst. So Wendy HAD told him. Holly didn't know if she would scream of cry. Anger over the betrayal by Wendy. Sorrow for losing her friends. She wished she knew what to do next. Her life have taken a turn she didn't like...but part of her always knew this would happen. How could it not?
Wes arrived at the office twenty minutes late. He took a detour to pick up some coffee, and had spent ten of those twenty minutes in his car, drinking his drink.
He had just closed his office door when there was a knock.
Noah Snowstep stuck his head around the door. "Good time?"
"Come in," Wes said. "I just got here."
"I just came in to check on things. How's everything been?"
Wes handed Noah a stack on papers. "This is the report you asked for. I compared the figures like you asked me too. It looks good."
"I'll take these home and sort through them. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a visitor this morning that I didn't expect."
"Really? A nice surprise?"
Wes shook his head. "My ex. I can't really can't go into details, but she gave me an ultimatum. I don't know what to decide."
"I hope you work out whatever's wrong. If you need someone to have a few beers with and chat about it, call me. Listen, I have to get going. Thanks for these. I'll get them back to the office by Friday. Your doing a great job, Wes. I made the right choice."
Wes thanked Noah and watched him leave. He closed the door, and sank into his chair. Why couldn't things be simple? Anna had shocked him this morning, and now he had to spend the day in his office. Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered. It would be so simple to just leave, take Toffee to some far away place where they could drink cocktails on a deserted beach. Reality had a way of spoiling all your dreams. He turned on his computer and waited for it to load. Another day, another dollar he supposed.
Noah headed from Wes's office and towards the front door. He was about to open it when Stacey Gray walked in.
"Noah!" she almost yelled.
"Hey, Stacey," Noah said, wishing it could have been anyone but her. He put the stack of papers on the ground, finding it too hard to hold them while talking. They were heavy, very heavy, and he wondered how long it would take to read through it all.
"Are you back at work?"
Noah sighed. "No. I'm here for these."
"That's a shame. I thought I got through to you," she said.
Noah picked up the stack of papers he had set down. "I have to go. Stacey, I won't be coming back to work here so you really need to get over it."
He stormed out of the office, tired of her thinking the same thing over and over. He had thought once he left the office that he would be free of her, but still she bothered him. Sometimes he wondered why he ever took on the company.
Ramon Cassar waited for the elevator doors to slid open. He had been let into the apartment building by Grace Roundhouse, who had come home the same time he was waiting for Tia Young to let him in.
The apartment was silent. He could feel a chill in the air. He could hear a tap dripping. Something felt wrong.
"Tia?" he called out.
There was no reply. He opened the bedroom door. Tia was lying on the ground. Her body was limp, her skin pale. Ramon looked over at the bed. Pill bottles were scattered over the sheets.
"Tia," he whispered.
He checked her pulse, which was still evident. She was still alive, just. He held her close. Her chest rose and fell lightly. As he held her in his arms, he dailled 911. He spoke fast, without thinking about his words. Nothing he said seemed to make sense. It was like someone else was making him say those words. "My sister has taken pill..I need help...please come, now."
