Post by Lord Hastings on Jul 26, 2009 21:12:13 GMT -5
Donovan returns home after, carrying with him the mail. He puts down the mail on the pile that has been growing on the dining room table. Donovan takes off his coat and drapes it over a chair, and walks into the kitchen. The message button on the answering machine is blinking. He hesitates for a moment and presses the button, hearing his own voice.
Hastings: (on the machine) Hey babe, missed ya again I guess. I'm not understanding why I haven't seen you at the arena, why you aren't hanging around after the show. You must be a step ahead of me, I guess. Anyway, I'll be home in a bit, and I'll pick-
Donovan presses the button to delete the message. He walks back into the dining room, where a picture of himself and Calypso sits on the mantle. He stares at it for several seconds, and lowers his head.
Hastings: YEAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Donovan grabs the pile of fan mail and hurls it off the table. With a sharp kick of his foot, he knocks over a chair. He snatches up a plate off the table and slams it to the floor, shattering it.
Hastings: YOU FUCKING BITCH!
Donovan stomps on the pile of letters, and kicks over another chair. He grabs the picture off the mantle and holds it in his hand.
Hastings: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? HOW?
His empty fist clenchs.
Hastings: I was good to you. Who got you a job in GIW? Who supported you while you came up short time and again against Gabrielle? Who put up with all your whacko voodoo bullshit? Me. And what did I get in return? Where were you when I needed you, huh?
He holds the picture close to his face.
Hastings: WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU?
Donovan hurls the frame across the room, and the glass in it audibly breaks as it hits the wall.
Hastings: It doesn't matter now. I can be the Chief Nigga without you. Let's not pretend you would have cared, anyway. You never fucking cared about my ambitions. You rolled your eyes and humored me, in your mind, meanwhile you played with goddamn dolls. While I was fighting for my honor against the injustice of the system, you were plotting my betrayal. WELL FUCK YOU.
Donovan turns and sees the frame laying against the wall, the glass shattered, and the frame cracked. His eyes begin to water, and he falls to his knees, his head in his hands...
Hastings: (on the machine) Hey babe, missed ya again I guess. I'm not understanding why I haven't seen you at the arena, why you aren't hanging around after the show. You must be a step ahead of me, I guess. Anyway, I'll be home in a bit, and I'll pick-
Donovan presses the button to delete the message. He walks back into the dining room, where a picture of himself and Calypso sits on the mantle. He stares at it for several seconds, and lowers his head.
Hastings: YEAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Donovan grabs the pile of fan mail and hurls it off the table. With a sharp kick of his foot, he knocks over a chair. He snatches up a plate off the table and slams it to the floor, shattering it.
Hastings: YOU FUCKING BITCH!
Donovan stomps on the pile of letters, and kicks over another chair. He grabs the picture off the mantle and holds it in his hand.
Hastings: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? HOW?
His empty fist clenchs.
Hastings: I was good to you. Who got you a job in GIW? Who supported you while you came up short time and again against Gabrielle? Who put up with all your whacko voodoo bullshit? Me. And what did I get in return? Where were you when I needed you, huh?
He holds the picture close to his face.
Hastings: WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU?
Donovan hurls the frame across the room, and the glass in it audibly breaks as it hits the wall.
Hastings: It doesn't matter now. I can be the Chief Nigga without you. Let's not pretend you would have cared, anyway. You never fucking cared about my ambitions. You rolled your eyes and humored me, in your mind, meanwhile you played with goddamn dolls. While I was fighting for my honor against the injustice of the system, you were plotting my betrayal. WELL FUCK YOU.
Donovan turns and sees the frame laying against the wall, the glass shattered, and the frame cracked. His eyes begin to water, and he falls to his knees, his head in his hands...
