Post by ALYSSA DEIRDRA QUINN-WATSON on Jul 21, 2014 15:35:55 GMT -5
When Alyssa found out her baby girl had overdosed on medication, she was livid. Her husband had neglected to tell her about it for nearly two weeks which angered her to no end. "I didn't want you to do anything drastic," he had told her. She resented that! After all, she was Eleanor's mother. This was the third time this year, her daughter had been in the hospital for some life threatening situation. She refused to have any of it anymore. She was not going to outlive her oldest daughter and prized gem. She was not going to be left with that other daughter. No, it just wasn't happening. Instead, she bought herself a house in Wentworth. It was a lovely, small, two bedroom house with a nice garden in the front. More conveniently, it was next door to her daughter. Her husband refused to move in with her, saying he wouldn't be attached to such a ridiculous and intrusive idea. Alyssa simply didn't look at it like that! She was merely protecting the family.
She had settled herself in. She waited a few days before making her presence known, however. After all, she wanted to give Eleanor some time to recover before popping in. When the day finally arrived, she took her warm, hot cookies out of the oven and put them in a container. Baked goods were always the fastest way to a person's heart. Once they were all put away, nice and neat, she exited the house and made the short journey to the house next door to her. She knocked a few times and waited for the door to open.
Post by LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS on Jul 21, 2014 16:14:56 GMT -5
Lawson had done everything he could to help Ellen during the rehab process, but it was tough to get in and see her during the week. Weekends were more open but once Lawson was told that Ellen needed to try and get away from the romance part of her life. It was hard to hear but he knew it would probably be best. But that wasn't going to stop him from seeing her; even if he had to visit her as a friend. The house was quiet and lonely without her despite the fact it had been that way when she was there. But at least then they had been in the same place together. Most of his days now consisted of going to work, eating, grading papers, reading, watching TV, going to sleep, and repeating the whole cycle the next day. Except when he interrupted his routine to visit Ellen. Her moods varied from day to day but that was to be expected and Lawson tried not to take it personally. Sometimes it was hard but most of the time he let it run off him like water on a duck's back.
During this whole experience he'd only been vaguely aware that the house next door had been sold. He hoped the neighbors wouldn't be the type to chat; at least not right now. The last thing he wanted was to try and explain why he couldn't chat while all of this was going on. He was cooking spaghetti and watching the news when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed and tried to ignore it, but it persisted. It wasn't like he could pretend to not be home; his car wasn't in the garage. He knew he should've put it in the garage when he got home. He put the TV on mute and wiped his hands on a dishcloth before going to the door. He looked through the eyehole in the door to make sure it wasn't someone dangerous, but immediately he felt like it was. No. It couldn't be. Was that… Ellen's mom?
He pressed his back against the door as though Alyssa might try and force her way through. Complete and utter dread covered him from head to toe and as much as he wanted to hide somewhere he knew he couldn't. Alyssa had a right to know about her daughter, but why did it have to be right now!? When he was alone, of all times! He took a deep breath and forced a smile before opening the door. "Mrs. Watson! What a pleasant surprise. Please, come in." He stepped outside and motioned for her to come in. Time to be as pleasant as possible; hopefully Alyssa would be the same.
Post by ALYSSA DEIRDRA QUINN-WATSON on Jul 21, 2014 16:29:14 GMT -5
Alyssa waiting impatiently for someone to open the door. What was wrong with her daughter? It was rude to keep someone waiting like this. Then she was beginning to wonder if she wasn't home. But there was a car in the driveway. She looked down at her watch in frustration. Finally she heard the door open. Her face fell when she saw Lawson, not Eleanor. "What is this?" she asked, not even bothering with formalities. "Why are you in her house?" she asked, letting herself in. "Where's Eleanor?" Alyssa asked, setting the tin of cookies down on the kitchen counter.
She looked around the house and noticed the television was on. She looked to see what it was and made a face of disgust at the sight of Fox News. She cleared her throat and straightened her posture. "Well, are you going to offer me something to drink?" she asked. She walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat. "So how is everything with the secondary school, if you still work there?" she asked, her blue eyes staring at him. There was no intended judgement behind her words, but Alyssa always managed to sound dismissive of people when she spoke. "This is a lovely little neighborhood, if I do say so myself," she said.
Post by LAWSON RAYNARD ANDREWS on Jul 21, 2014 17:03:07 GMT -5
'And hello to you, too,' Lawson thought to himself when Alyssa let herself in. He really hadn't expected much pleasantness, though. Oh yes, because being in her daughter's house was such a crime. He really wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Alyssa that he was moved in now. "I moved in because it makes it easier to take care of Ellen." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the complete truth. He'd tell her the rest some other time. "Ellen is in rehab," he said, putting emphasis on Ellen's nickname. He liked the name Eleanor but he knew Ellen didn't, so he felt protective of it. He followed her gaze over to the TV and bit back a sigh. Crap. He'd almost forgotten that Alyssa was a liberal, radical feminist. Republican women could be conservatives, too; what was so hard about that? But he didn't want to debate politics with her. She was one of the few people he'd deny if she asked for a debate, and that was saying something since he loved to debate.
'Didn't even give me a chance,' he thought to himself when Alyssa mentioned a drink. "Of course. I just wanted you to get settled first. What would you like?" He began fixing her a drink as she spoke, making sure she could see everything he was doing in case, God forbid, she accused him of trying to poison her. When she asked about his work he looked at her almost skeptically. He could never tell if some of her questions were genuine or judgmental. "I still work there, and it's going well, thank you. How are things with you and Mr. Watson?" Dare he ask. He handed her the drink. Oh wow, a compliment on the neighborhood; and it actually sounded sincere. "Ellen chose well, that's for sure."
Post by ALYSSA DEIRDRA QUINN-WATSON on Jul 21, 2014 17:50:28 GMT -5
Alyssa's face was calm and collected, but on the inside, she was screaming. Eleanor was now cohabiting with this man. What was next? Marriage? Alyssa shuddered at the thought of it. Is it too much to ask for one successful child? Alyssa thought to herself. "I assure you, if you think you can take care of Eleanor, then you're sadly mistaken," Alyssa said, deeply offended that Lawson would even suggest such a thing. "Eleanor can take care of herself. And if she has you thinking that she needs you, I guarantee it's just an act," Alyssa said with a huff. She had taught her daughter to be strong and independent. She had also stressed the importance of not relying on a man for everything. A look of shock jumped onto her face when Lawson said her beloved daughter was in rehab. She immediately wiped it off, not wanting to look weak in front of this man. "This will not do," she said, mostly to herself. "Eleanor doesn't need rehab. She needs to come home!" Alyssa said.
She let the whole Fox News thing slide. Right now she didn't want to get into an argument over Politics. That's not why she was here. "Oh, no, I don't want anything to drink," she said, her face serious. "I'm kidding. Iced Tea would be lovely. I'd ask for scotch, but it's too early in the day to drink," she said, relaxing in her chair. She watched him carefully as he made her drink. She wanted to make sure he didn't put something like ipecac syrup in it. "That's excellent! I'm sure the little teenagers adore you," she said, sarcasm dripping from her words. "Oh, things are darling! We're talking about buying a house in the Hamptons," Alyssa said with a grin. "She certainly did," Alyssa said. "In fact, I find this neighborhood so enchanting, that I've bought the house next door," she said, smiling wickedly now. "So hello, neighbor."
Lawson sighed and tried to ignore what Alyssa was saying, but he just couldn't. "I know she can take care of herself because you taught her well in the independence department. But it's not good for her to be alone right now, as you know since she overdosed while she was alone." He emphasized. Alyssa's words would have cut him a week ago but not now. Now he knew Ellen needed help and he wouldn't be told differently. It was tempting to tell Alyssa that it had been Ellen's idea for him to move in, but he couldn't remember if it really had been or not, so he kept quiet. It was a good thing Lawson hadn't blinked or he'd have missed the moment Alyssa was actually human and not some robot alien. But her shocked expression was short-lived and Lawson wished he could have gotten that on camera.
"She does need rehab," he said rather firmly. "Look what she did while she was at home. The doctors are looking after her and helping her through it." Thankfully there was nothing said on the Fox News situation- was she serious? She didn't want a drink? Darn it! How did he fall for that? Well that's where Ellen got her drinking comments from. He had to keep his eyes from narrowing at Alyssa's sarcasm. "They do, actually. It's always hard to find a free space in one of my classes during the registration period." Okay, how had the woman managed to go from sarcasm to happiness in one second? It was astonishing how her attitude changed when the topic was of herself. 'Good, move to the Hamptons and away from us,' Lawson thought to himself as he went to wash some spoons that were left in the sink. Unbeknownst to him, his elbow had pressed the mute button and turned the mute off. Immediately after Alyssa said she'd moved in, a clip of the Dramatic Prairie Dog came on. Lawson simultaneously dropped the spoons in the sink, causing a rather loud clang. He could only stare at Alyssa as he searched for words.
Was she out of her mind!? Had he heard wrong? She was messing with him. She had to be. She'd just made him think she was serious about not wanting a drink, so this had to be a joke. Well, he would laugh at this one. "That's a good one!" Please be a joke. It had to be a joke. Lawson felt like he was in yet another nightmare.
Post by ALYSSA DEIRDRA QUINN-WATSON on Jul 21, 2014 23:33:26 GMT -5
There were so many things Alyssa wanted to say in response to Lawson's little comment."I assure you, if she had been at home with me she wouldn't have overdosed," Alyssa said. As a rule of thumb, Alyssa never allowed any sort of medication to pass through her door without approval. In fact, she was always wary when the doctors prescribed anything to her children when they were ill. Alyssa, herself, only took blood pressure medicine. She didn't even take vitamins on a daily basis. "What the hell was she on, if you don't mind me asking?" Alyssa asked curiously. "When she called me last, I was under the impression that she was quite stressed. But medication hardly is the answer," Alyssa said.
Alyssa sighed and shook her head when Lawson continued to insist on sending her daughter to rehab. "I don't believe it! No child of mine needs rehabilitation," Alyssa said. "With enough strength and support, she should be able to get over this nonsense without the help of doctors." Alyssa was fairly certain her daughter just needed a good shove in the right direction. Everything was in her mind! She couldn't possibly be legitimately ill. Everyone in the Watson family had excellent mental health. She laughed heartily when the man said his classes filled up quickly. "I'm sure they do, dear boy," she said. Honestly, she didn't care about his classes or about his teaching.
The woman jumped up three feet into the air when she heard the television go on. She looked over to see the image of a prairie dog. Her eyes were wide. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" She asked, her hand over her chest. "Although, I can't say I'm not surprised. Dramatic Prairie Dogs are all I really expect from Fox News," Alyssa said with a laugh. Alyssa noticed the look of shock on Lawson's face. She stood up and went over to Lawson, gently patting him on the cheek. "Oh do wipe that look off of your face," she said. "Why would you think I'd be joking? The house next door has sold," she said. "Has it not?" she added, smiling sweetly at him before sitting back down at the table. "Obviously Eleanor needs me close to her. She's been away from me for far too long. When I saw that there was a house for sale next door, I naturally jumped at the opportunity," Alyssa said, taking a sip from the Iced Tea.
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: That sounds familiar. I used to be that way. I still am, but I've learned to let go a little.
Sept 18, 2013 22:33:39 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Alec is too good to me, how did I deserve him. I'm such a perfectionist that I am afraid to screw up
Sept 18, 2013 22:30:10 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: Everyone screws up. I've screwed up so many times I can't even keep track, but you just have to pick yourself up and learn to forgive yourself which can be the hardest thing to do
Sept 18, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): Thank you so much Ellen. I know Alec is there to encourage me, but sometimes I feel he's put me on this great mother pedestal. I'm afraid of screwing up.
Sept 18, 2013 22:25:29 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: I wouldn't worry too much Emma. You're very maternal, something I never was, and I managed to do it alone. If you ever need to talk about parenting, I'm always here
Sept 18, 2013 22:10:52 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): I'm just worried about being a good mother. Since my own mother is no longer here to advice me. I just want to do her proud *nervous look*
Sept 18, 2013 22:09:25 GMT -5
EMMA GRACE DANVERS (GOODMAN): well I think Alec will be worried when it comes to that age. He'll probably buy a shotgun and ward off any boy who comes a courting.
Sept 18, 2013 22:08:32 GMT -5
ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON: -laughs- you don't have to worry about that for a while. I told Victoria when she was going into sixth grade, but I think it also depends on the child
Sept 18, 2013 22:07:23 GMT -5