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Thirteen Years Of Gray, Chapter 3This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Roby Thomas | |
| Thursday, 19 June 2008 | |
A moment later, Mary Hasserman had peeked into Lori's personal room to see Jackie making her way out of it, but Mary stopped her. "Hi, Jackie." Mary said. This was somewhat of a shocker to Jackie, Mary was actually being nice to her, she had a smile. This must be a joke, was Tina being a fake? Did she want Jackie to blab out that she hated working for Joel and Mary Hasserman? "Jackie, you don't have to rush on this but, Lori needs help with the coffee cookie tray. But, if your son is hurt by..." Mary was interrupted. "No, it's quite okay, he is fine. I was on my way to help out with that. Plus, his Game Gear will entertain him to no end." Jackie pointed out. Don was playing with his Sega Game Gear. "Oh, yes. I see. I do have to come here and apologize for what Myra Palavich did. I'm so sorry for this." Mary saying with a sincere voice, this was a first for Jackie and a shocker. "Okay. Really, it's okay. As for Don, he will be basically staying in this room, he won't be intruding everywhere. Like you asked earlier." said Jackie. "Oh no, he can come see us if he likes He can come see Lilia's room." Mary now allowing Don access to some of the rooms in the Hasserman Mansion for viewing. "Nah, Lila's room is filled with girly stuff." Jackie said with a silly face. "Oh, yes. It does. Well, I don't want him to be restricted." Mary said. Funny that earlier, she basically demanded her son not to be running around the house. Not to go in Mary and Joel's room. And definitely not to go into Lila's room. Now, Mary had lightened up. "Well, once he's on his Game Gear, he's on it for quite a while. He'll be on it until I have to pick up Lila from school. And then some." Jackie said. "Oh, okay. Well, whenever you can, the cookie tray is currently being prepared by Lori. But it's no rush." Mary said as she was going to make her way to the room where the coffee clutch was being held. Jackie was rather surprised, did the story of Ebenezer Scrooge happen to Mary Hasserman, only in the matter of a couple of minutes? Did The Ghost Of Christmas Past made a belated visit to show her how she was the ***** head cheerleader in Beverly Hills High, with how she betrayed and denied her previous friends who became the nerds? Did The Ghost Of Christmas Present allow her to see other people's view of her, Jackie's, Lori's, her husband possibly thinking she is nothing but ****? And possibly drooling over Miss Janet Jackson's milkshake, or even maybe one of these sexy dancers he tours with? Or some of her friends thinking bad of her? Did The Ghost of Christmas Future showed his dark figure and a show of divorce to Joel, while she is stranded with Lila, with no money from him? Would she be forced to live as a single white mother in a shitty lower-class neighborhood with a bitchy daughter who is accustomed to having everything served to her in a golden platter? Or did Tina Ehret-Palavich lived up to her words? That must of happened. On the other end, Mary was making her way to the room with Tina Ehret standing by the door, where the room that contained the coffee clutch with some rather obnoxious voices, with her small cup of elegant coffee with a English toffee taste to it. She was looking at a picture of Joel Hasserman with the three Gibb Brothers known as The Bee Gees, the three brothers were holding there prize gold record for there 1989 release of there album 'One.' Along with Joel Hasserman on the right of the three with a bright smile. Along with a short man who sported a ponytail on the left. Tina took a sip of her coffee as she turned around to face Mary. "The Bee Gees." She said, "That album did very well in Germany. My husband has that album, so do a couple of my co-workers. So tell me," Tina was saying, stopping for another sip of her coffee, "what did he do for that album? Was he the producer? Tour manager?" She asked. Mary did a quick smile and stepped rather too close to Tina Ehret. "You know what? This is your last time here in my home. What I do not want, is one of my maids putting a lawsuit on me because I had made the mistake not to let her know that on of my patrons at my Coffee Clutch had made a big mistake." Mary had said, dropping the smile. "Don't worry, I leave back to Munich tomorrow. Even when I come back to visit here in Los Angeles, I don't think I'll be coming here." Tina assured. "Okay. Please, do not come back here. And do not mention that to Miss Gray, I already have mentioned that. Now I have to give her an extra two weeks pay. And do not spill that coffee out here!" Mary said the last sentence with a strict tone, along with the frown. Mary then walked into the room with the Coffee Clutchers, along with the white lie to add along with it.
Jackie went into the kitchen, to see Lori almost finishing up with preparing the elegant cookie tray. Lori looked back to see Jackie walk in. "Oh, Lori, I'm sorry, do you need any help?" Jackie asked. "Oh no, Mary told me it was no rush." Lori said. "Well, that's funny, she was suddenly being nice to me." "It's because of Mrs. Ehret, or Tina, she prefers Tina, even when Mary tells her not to." Lori said, she began to ramble on, "Always on Coffee Clutch, 'coffee tray, now.' Mary would always say. When Tina is around, usually once per year, she basically tells Mary to be nice, then Mary says, 'no rush, relax, don't go fast.' I wish Tina would come every time they do Coffee Clutch. But she don't live in America. She work in Museum in Germany. Sarah's real nice, not mean like her mother and sister. The sister pinched your son's cheek." Lori saying in a nutshell. "Yes, her sister Myra." Jackie said as she approached the silver elegant cookie tray. "Yes, Myra used to be teacher at middle school in Malibu. She lost her job." Lori giving a one-line description of what her previous profession was. "Did she pinch too may cheeks to lose her job?" Jackie joking on why she lost her job. "No, the school was making cutbacks." Lori said. "Cutbacks? At a school in Malibu?" Jackie questioned.
Over three hours had passed by with Jackie driving a car owned by the Hasserman's. Used specifically for chauffeuring and chauffeuring only. She had drove on the streets of the Northern suburbs of Los Angeles. The squeaky clean streets with elegant homes and nothing but nice happening. It was like a ******* lifetime movie before the small conflict comes up. Jackie drove on while Donald was playing with his Sega Game Gear. "Don, were soon going to be at the school that Lila goes to, when she sits back there, I want you to be nice. Don't say that girls are slimy." Jackie said to her son with a humble face. Don looked at her and said, "Okay, mom." Then he looked straight back to his Sega Game Gear. Because the very mention of Don's 'girls are slimy' saying can equal to a talking to from Mary and/or possibly Joel about no longer having her son with her at her job. With a possible suspension added. She had knew that Mary's streak of being nice was only temporary sanity. Jackie had arrived to Lila's school to see it being dismissed already. Jackie parallel parked to the side and left the car to open the back door for an already approaching Lila Hasserman. "Did you have a good day at school?" Jackie asked Lila with a smile, including that she opened the door for her. Lila, instead, did not reply at all. She just stepped into the vehicle. The usual thing, Lila would not reply at all, or would just say 'Fine,' in a shitty tone of voice. Jackie shut the door behind Lila. Jackie was going to the front door and take Lila back to her home, until the sight of the black-haired lady she saw at Donald's school was, well, at Lila's school. The two had stopped to look at each other. The black-haired lady had her patented frown. "How come you dress like that when you go to school?" Said Don, noticing Lila wearing a school uniform, as he peeked up over the front seat with his left arm across the seat with his right arm away with his right hand holding the Sega Game gear. "It's because I go to a private school!" Lila said to Donald in a shitty tone of voice, added to it was the stare from Lila for a brief moment. Then she sighed and looked out the window. Donald sat back down and went back to work on his Game Gear. Jackie had finally found reality besides the stare down courtesy of the frowning black-haired *****. She had walked around the rear of the vehicle and had entered into the car and prepared herself to pilot the hell out of there, along with starting the vehicle she took another look out the windshield to see the black-haired lady walk into Lila's school, with the stare locked at Jackie. Jackie rolled a pissy sigh, "Who in the hell are you?" She said out loud, yet, only meant for herself. "What?" Donald said, his attention to the Game Gear didn't allow him to catch what his mother said. Jackie was clear to go and that she did, driving along on the block that contained Lila's school that was on the westbound side, with some larger suburban homes on the eastbound side. Jackie was on her way to make a left turn into the two lanes a piece road with a left turn lane in the middle but had to stop and wait for the traffic to clear up. She had looked onto the Southbound Traffic to see a seam in the traffic, but while that, she noticed that Donald did not have his seat belt on. "Don, please put your seat belt on." his mother told him. Don complied. Both sides showed a temporary time to get over, so Jackie did. While doing so, she looked back briefly at Lila, not wearing a seat belt. Jackie noticing this had quickly took a look at any traffic up front. Nothing extremely near by. She looked at the rear view mirror to see Lila with her frown, looking at the scenery. "Lila, can you please put your seat belt on?" Jackie asked in a sincere voice. Lila would not reply to that. She sat there, starting out the window. As if she didn't hear it. "Lila sweetheart, please put your seat belt on." Jackie asked again in a sincere voice. And again, Lila wouldn't move or wouldn't respond to it. Jackie had hit a red light with two vehicles ahead of her. "Lila, please, I'm asking you nicely, please put your seat belt on." Jackie humbly asked. Lila would not reply. And it had become more concrete, Lila would not listen or comprehend. Jackie shook her head and said "Tch." Jackie Gray's life was one hardship after another. Working **** jobs since her husband dumped her with the wolves. Doing everything from industrial jobs to being a night server, including a couple of jobs in South Los Angeles. She had been robbed quite a few times down there, including once during the afternoon hours. All the tips she had made, whisked away from gang members or plain ol' gun toling thieves. It was enough to say many too many. The light was now green, but it would be a moment until the flow of the traffic could go. A granny who was in front had took a while to notice that the light was green, the driver before Jackie honked her horn. Then the traffic was flowing. "Lila, I know you don't like me driving you to school and back home. But I do not like having to go to work two jobs and barely getting a day off. To provide from myself and Donald. But I have to do so. Just because you don't like me driving you to school and back home, doesn't mean that's going to change because you don't want to say anything to me." Jackie said along with looking at the rear view mirror. Lila had turned her head slightly to look at Jackie for a split second and looked back at the window, straight back. "Lila, for my concern of your safety. Please put you seat belt on." Jackie asked. No reply at all. Jackie was now ready as ever to pull some drama, she definitely had enough. Jackie then turned herself with her right hand across the front seat. "LILA! For the love of every ******* god that is out there!" Lila then turned to Jackie with shock and surprise with the idea of Jackie going bat **** insane, her face went from rich little girl frown to scared little one. Donald's attention trailed off the Game Gear an started gaining on his mother's screams. Jackie's attention was away from the road. "Lila, I don't give a **** if your parents fire me! But, you will put that ******* seatbelt on!" Jackie screamed. Her full attention to Lila with threatening eyes, not on the road. "Mom, are you okay?" Don said to his mom. "Lila!" With gritted angry teeth. "Put you're motherfuckin' seat belt ON!" Lila then stuck her hand out, pointing with fear. "Look out!" She screamed and pointed to the road. Jackie instantaneously dropped the anger and hatred, and looked over straight ahead to see that she was on the opposing lane, heading straight ahead to an oncoming semi-truck. Before Jackie could freak out and move over, it was too late. She would hear Donald's scream and Lila's high-pitched scream with the blaring honk of the semi. The last thing she saw was that truck crashing into her.
Jackie's vision was beginning to fade in. She would see something brown, but the faded vision could not place what the hell it was. She moved her head and saw something different, it was moving blurs of what she could put together, it was people. Her vision was increasing it's detail as time progressed. She then saw a few medics in front of her. The the sound as well as the pain followed along. The pain rose first, but it wasn't as harsh as it may have been, thanks to an airbag. Everything could not make sense to Jackie at all. It would have to slowly draw through. The sound of it all would help a lot. "Are you okay, ma'am?" A male medic asked. "...huh?" Jackie slurred out. "Are you okay?" The medic asked more clearly. "...uhh, yes." Jackie finally answered properly. And it all dawned to her, she had now been in a car accident. She then looked to Don on the passenger seat. A female medic was with Don who was sitting on the seat, shaken up, but appeared okay. "OhmiJesus, Don!" Jackie wait a whimpering voice, she was close to bursting into tears. "Mom, I'm alright. My Game Gear doesn't work now." He said with his broken Game Gear, Jackie seeing that the side airbag had opened for Don. Jackie breathed a sigh of relief, along with tears. She then reminded herself with Lila. Her eyes widen by that thought and turned over to see that Lila was not there. "W-where's Lila?" She asked, anyone. "Ma'am, she suffered a facial laceration due to impact of the crash. She is currently being prepped to the hospital." The male medic told Jackie, who was standing next to her. Jackie turned her head to the ambulance. The back door was opened with a good view for her to see. The male medic asked again if she was okay, but Jackie wasn't paying attention to that, she had her eyes on the scarred Lila Hasserman, with no particularly major injuries. She was sitting at the end of the truck, with her mother and also, the black-haired woman who Jackie saw two times earlier, both at Donald's school and also at Lila's school. That frowning black-haired beauty was obviously a spy or some form of personal consultant for the Hassermans', keeping an eye on Jackie. Jackie saw Lila point her finger straight towards her. Altering her mother and the black-haired beauty-slash-spy that they needed to look towards Jackie. The both of them turned to look at her. The black-haired beauty kept her frown, Mary Hasserman at first was a face of concern, wearing off to eyes of anger, with teeth showing a signal of potential anger. Mary had walked a hard-ass walk with the stern face of death, along with the consultant following. It was not going to be good, Jackie was screwed. "Look what you did to my daughter, you *****!" Mary screamed while she was within several steps of Jackie. Jackie began the attempt of an explanation, "Mary, I..." "Shut up!" Mary said, now within talking distance, the male medic looked over to Mary. "You just shut the hell up! My daughter is hurt!" Mary continuing the tirade. The male medic had made a signal to an officer nearby to help with a possible security issue, which also caught the attention of the female medic assisting with Don. "I swear to God, why does my husband hire white trash like you to serve at our home?" Mary putting more salt into the wound. Jackie was mixed with self-pity and shame, she hurt a child, it was her fault. "Ma'am, you're going to have to step away from here." The female medic told Mary. "Shut up! You shut your fuckin' mouth!" Mary moving her tirade to the medic, using the same tone of voice she used with Jackie. The female medic would bounce those words off and also asked for an officer to step in. "How could you do this? WHY THE HELL WERE YOU DRIVING ON THE OPPOSITE FUCKIN' SIDE OF THE ROAD? Are you stu-pid?" Mary ending the question with noticeable globs of spit coming out of her mouth, along with a near mental lapse. People beneath her could make Mary's extravagant life more difficult on her mental state. Jackie would look on with no words, but her mouth open. She could not think of the right words, there was nothing she could say or do. Nothing to make Mary and her evil spy's frown go upside down. A young male officer had stepped in between a sitting Jackie and a distraught Mary Hasserman. "Ma'am, this is a scene of an accident, you are going to have to step back." The officer ordered Mary in the nicest possible way to leave the scene, with a hint of a push. "You are ******* fired! Your hear me? YOU ARE FIRED!" Mary said to Jackie. The officer started to stray Mary away, whilst Mary running her mouth, "Do not come back to my home, I'll throw your white trash car out front! All your **** I'm going to leave it out of the mansion. Do not ******* enter my house! You are ******* fired! Don't you dare come near my home, I'll kill your white-trash ass myself!" The last sentence and questionable death threat was fading away as the officer pushed her away. Another officer came by to wist away the frowning ***** spy/consultant. And just like that, right in front of her son, Lila, and a on-looking crowd of wealthy Westwood residents with cold stares, Jackie Gray was fired. One mistake had made a troubling end to her job and a big demerit to her status. She slowly turned to her son, who was now crawling out of his seat with the help of the female medic. Thanks to the airbag on his side, he would escape to the hospital with minor injuries and his own life. Jackie turned to her airbag. She now wished that airbag never had opened. Along with the wish that the car had no airbag, so her face can slam into the steering wheel and that would be that. It sure would be good enough for her to take a chance to seeing death, or if Heaven and Hell actually exist, would Jackie go to Hell? It probably would be a better place opposed to her current situation of the gift of life turned into ****. She had hurt a wealthy man's little girl, it would be all her fault and all her fault only. Only if she just let Lila go and not make her, or attempt to make her wear her seatbelt, or maybe not getting extremely angry and aiming her energy and undivided attention to Lila instead to the road. If at most, if Lila was caught without her seatbelt on upon return, Mary would have had her tit in a wringer and publicly yell at Jackie for Lila's seatbelt not being on, even if Lila refused. But, what about that Black-haired frowning ******* who was following her around? Was this the day she was going to get fired? Was it? It would possibly entail to Jackie, that one way or the other, she was ******, she could have been ****** easy, or as of now, ****** pretty hard. Jackie's will to have an anxiety attack was reaching. She then heard a few comments from the crowd, at the same time, multiple medics asking her if she was okay and also telling her that her son was on his way to the hospital to be checked out. She looked over to the crowd, people were pointing at her, shaking there heads. Photo cameras that were for personal and commercial purposes were out for display, most of them pointing right at Jackie as she looked on, she heard the clicks and saw a few flashes, with all the frowns looking at her. All the people pointing at her, the few words that she heard degrading her. Calling her a bad driver, a bad chauffeur, a bad person, an idiot, a loser, a piece of ****, white trash. A tear fell from Jackie's eye as she could not stop looking at the crowd, then cameras of the other sort had popped up. They were one's requiring you to use one of your eyes to shoot the scene, including those with a folding screen. Then a cameraman with a well-dressed woman holding a microphone reporting live on the scene. This would appear to be a field news reporter for the local station. Just what Jackie need, the news at her accident, one she had committed. She saw the camera man point at the news reporter, then when the reporter appeared that she was finished with introduction, the cameraman pointed his camera to Jackie, inside the busted-up vehicle with both airbags deployed, with her face of metal anguish and tears. The cameraman just did not move that camera anywhere else, it stayed right on Jackie. The whole ******* world was after Jackie Gray just at the worst possible ******* time. People were looking at her and laughing. All the king's men and women of Westwood were having a helluva time, pointing and laughing at that piece of **** peasant. The royalty of the Hasserman's were looking with faces of hatred reaching further down the level of hell. The young smart ass cameraman, whose primary job is to ******* humiliate the dear ol' maid, probably from some **** middle-class or even lower class neighborhood. Jackie's tears ran down her cheek and began to drop onto the seat. Her anxiety had reached to a tolerable level, but it was climbing. "Ma'am?" From the female medic, "are you okay?" She asked Jackie with a grueling tone. Jackie's anxiety was beginning to go pass the tolerable level, she started to fade away from reality. "Ma'am?" The female medic again. But Jackie was out, before she knew it. She was wishing for her death, did death come by to take her away? "Ma'am!? ****, somebody get me some oxygen here, she's fading away." The anxiety grew into her, she was outside of the world, away from the pain and everything else.
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