Post by Esme Russel on Aug 17, 2012 6:28:53 GMT -5
NOT DONE YET
This is little Esme -
Sunday, December 24th 2000 - 11:09 PM
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...." Her voice was sweet as sugar as she told the same story for the fourteenth time, she kept the same calm soothing aura about her as if there wasn't chaos downstairs. Beatrice was the protector; she kept her siblings out of the drama that was going on in their parents' marriage. She wrapped her arms tighter around Cooper and Anna to try and distract them as more yelling was heard from downstairs.
"Will you ever learn, William? She's five! She's not your little wingman and you cannot take her to a strip club period especially at night and most certainly not on Christmas eve! Children belong at home safe in their beds not hanging out with strippers in a smoky club!"
Rachel's voice was shrill like nails on a chalkboard; this was obviously an argument that they'd had many times before by the lingering irritation in her tone. She had a hand on her hip in such a diva like way that it appeared that she didn't give an ounce of care towards her five year old daughter sitting on the couch. Weren't you suppose to never argue around your children? This was why; Esme's brown eyes were like saucers and her tiny thumb had found it's way into her mouth as a way to sooth herself. She looked so fragile on the couch like a china doll but there was something in her eyes. She looked lost as if she'd been left out in the cold, a forgotten toy. She was why they were arguing yet neither parent really cared for her well-being. They just wanted to 'win' this battle. This is where she learned that it doesn't matter how you do it as long as you win the argument even if people end up getting hurt.
"Will I ever learn? Will I ever learn? That's mighty hypocritical of you to say! You always say to let them do what makes them happy and going to strip clubs makes Esme happy, just fucking accept it, Rachel! You're a stupid bitch and you're just angry because she sees that at five! You can't stand not being in control, can you? Just fuck yourself; I'm going out and I'm taking my[/i] daughter with me." [/B]
William would never hit his wife but he looked intimidating at 6'2 especially over Rachel who barely reached 5'6. She scoffed before heading upstairs to tend to her other children. It was like she gave up sometimes on her youngest daughter even if it was potentially dangerous.
"Come on, baby, daddy's going to take you somewhere real nice. Just you and I." His voice was softer whenever he spoke to her like she was a delicate souffle who would fall if she was spoken to in a harsh tone. He gently lifted her sleepy body off of the couch and carried her to the car. "Do you wanna drive? You can sit on my lap." Most fathers wouldn't allow their toddler to sit on their lap without a seatbelt but William Mason Reynolds was not like most fathers. He enjoyed scaring his youngest daughter like a sick twisted sense of accomplishment at his ability to scare her. How did he scare her? He put his foot down on the gas around sharp turns, waiting until the absolute last second to make the turn. He'd laugh, she'd cry, he'd laugh more then eventually her tears would lessen and she'd giggle then it'd seem less cruel.
Back at home, Rachel was telling Christmas stories to her children and acting as if she only had three like her fourth didn't exist. That was how it was with them; out of sight out of mind.
As he'd say, "It's Esme and I against the whole world."
Tuesday, May 29th 2001 - 1:35 PM
Pink and blue streamers were hung around the park with care; it looked like such a sweet birthday party for two such sweet looking children. The whole family seemed so carefree when they were having a big party like this as if the drama at home was just gone and all that mattered was whatever big event that they were celebrating. This event happened to be Esme and Cooper's sixth birthday party aka the first time that he ever truly wished that his sister had never been born.
The day was suppose to be perfect but nothing had gone according to plan as of yet. Esme had broken her wrist the previous day so she had a little pink cast on with various girly stickers and guests had been writing their names on it all afternoon much to Cooper's dismay; this was his party, too! His little mouth was gaped open as he watched everyone shower his sister with attention and presents while he was left alone with his little red truck. All that he had wanted for his birthday was that damn truck while Esme had a list a mile long of presents that she, of course, received.
His joy over that truck was twenty times his sister's enthusiasm for all of her toys. So what did William do? He did what any good father would do and took the truck away so he could give it to his 'relevant' child.
"Esme gets everything because she's the only one I love."
His words stung especially to someone so young who looked up to their parents so heavily. He didn't know how to handle this! He didn't have the mental capacity to handle this sort of thing maturely so he took the truck and threw it at his tinier twin sister who shrieked as it hit her arm, the broken one, of course. The whole party fell apart after that. William made much too big of a deal out of this and yelled about how his son had attempted to murder his sister thus proving he had some mental instability. He didn't remember saying any of this the next morning, of course, he was plastered by the time that the truck throwing occurred. It was obvious to everyone except Esme who believed every word that he said and he was careful around her like he had enough control in his drunken state to know that she needed to believe that he was a superhero who definitely didn't get drunk not a plumper who got drunk at the most inappropriate times.
Wednesday, March 3rd 2010
The first time was easy.
The feeling of control that she got, the rush of something that she just couldn't describe. Nothing could ever compare to the sense of accomplishment that she got when the scale began to show just how well that her new diet was going. She was in complete and total control and she could stop anytime that she wanted to! Yet there was that voice in the back of her mind whispering, 'it's not enough.'
Not enough weight loss.
Not enough meals skipped.
Not enough times she raced to the bathroom after someone forced her to eat something.
She wasn't perfect yet, was she?
Throughout the next few weeks, the voice grew from a whisper to a scream that she couldn't ignore. She was a healthy 112 when she began and now she was barely 70 pounds and she looked sick. She looked like someone who had a problem yet nobody questioned it. She was still playing soccer, she was still doing her schoolwork, she was living an incredibly normal life and it was easy for those around her to ignore the obvious problems.
Rumors spread like wildfire overnight over the way her rib cage protruded and suddenly everyone knew but still nobody cared enough to ask her why or how she was or even just talk to her. Except her father, of course....
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"That you.... Are you doing unhealthy things to lose weight?"
She remained quiet and he cleared his throat before sitting down next to her on the couch,
"Keep up the good work, kid. You're making me proud."
Friday, July 20th 2012
"Daddy, I'm pregnant."
Cooper was smirking internally the second that those dirty words left his sister's mouth; the golden daughter fucked up big time this time. Maybe now their father would stop seeing her as this perfect angel and realize what she was in reality; a spoiled brat who was now having an equally spoiled brat of a baby.
"Pregnant? You're seventeen! Seven-fucking-teen! How could you be so stupid? So irresponsible? So... So.... Slutty? Do you ever think, Esme? Ever? You could have been something! You could have made it, kid and now look at yourself..." William's tone was full of distain and his expression was disgusted as if he was looking at rotten eggs not his pregnant teenage daughter. He'd never spoken like this to her before and she clearly didn't know how to handle it.
"You still love me, right, daddy?" Her voice cracked and she was clearly waiting for him to say that he would always love her; William and Esme against the world, remember?
"No."
Monday, October 30th 2017[/u]
Family dinners these days were always so awkward which was why nobody ever brought their spouses with them not that Cooper had anyone that he would bring anyway. He hadn't had a girlfriend since Carol Maree well Parks now, he supposed as he stepped inside of his father's new house. He couldn't help but think that this was the kind of house that Esme had always wanted to grow up in but he didn't want to think about his twin sister. She was the one who basically ditched them all when she got married to Hudson.
Phoebe was running around the house with a bright smile as she announced for everyone to hear that Esme was here. She was such an angel; she was so sweet and innocent and she most certainly didn't grow up with the same father that they had. Where was this gentle giant when they were younger? Why couldn't he go all suburban dad for them? Those were Esme's thoughts as she stepped inside the home; she was never treated the way that Phoebe was.
"Esme! Daddy said that it's me and him against the world." Her words stung and she knew that they weren't meant to, it was innocent words from the mouth of a naive child who had no clue what had occured throughout the years.
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This is little Esme -
Sunday, December 24th 2000 - 11:09 PM
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...." Her voice was sweet as sugar as she told the same story for the fourteenth time, she kept the same calm soothing aura about her as if there wasn't chaos downstairs. Beatrice was the protector; she kept her siblings out of the drama that was going on in their parents' marriage. She wrapped her arms tighter around Cooper and Anna to try and distract them as more yelling was heard from downstairs.
"Will you ever learn, William? She's five! She's not your little wingman and you cannot take her to a strip club period especially at night and most certainly not on Christmas eve! Children belong at home safe in their beds not hanging out with strippers in a smoky club!"
Rachel's voice was shrill like nails on a chalkboard; this was obviously an argument that they'd had many times before by the lingering irritation in her tone. She had a hand on her hip in such a diva like way that it appeared that she didn't give an ounce of care towards her five year old daughter sitting on the couch. Weren't you suppose to never argue around your children? This was why; Esme's brown eyes were like saucers and her tiny thumb had found it's way into her mouth as a way to sooth herself. She looked so fragile on the couch like a china doll but there was something in her eyes. She looked lost as if she'd been left out in the cold, a forgotten toy. She was why they were arguing yet neither parent really cared for her well-being. They just wanted to 'win' this battle. This is where she learned that it doesn't matter how you do it as long as you win the argument even if people end up getting hurt.
"Will I ever learn? Will I ever learn? That's mighty hypocritical of you to say! You always say to let them do what makes them happy and going to strip clubs makes Esme happy, just fucking accept it, Rachel! You're a stupid bitch and you're just angry because she sees that at five! You can't stand not being in control, can you? Just fuck yourself; I'm going out and I'm taking my
William would never hit his wife but he looked intimidating at 6'2 especially over Rachel who barely reached 5'6. She scoffed before heading upstairs to tend to her other children. It was like she gave up sometimes on her youngest daughter even if it was potentially dangerous.
"Come on, baby, daddy's going to take you somewhere real nice. Just you and I." His voice was softer whenever he spoke to her like she was a delicate souffle who would fall if she was spoken to in a harsh tone. He gently lifted her sleepy body off of the couch and carried her to the car. "Do you wanna drive? You can sit on my lap." Most fathers wouldn't allow their toddler to sit on their lap without a seatbelt but William Mason Reynolds was not like most fathers. He enjoyed scaring his youngest daughter like a sick twisted sense of accomplishment at his ability to scare her. How did he scare her? He put his foot down on the gas around sharp turns, waiting until the absolute last second to make the turn. He'd laugh, she'd cry, he'd laugh more then eventually her tears would lessen and she'd giggle then it'd seem less cruel.
Back at home, Rachel was telling Christmas stories to her children and acting as if she only had three like her fourth didn't exist. That was how it was with them; out of sight out of mind.
As he'd say, "It's Esme and I against the whole world."
Tuesday, May 29th 2001 - 1:35 PM
Pink and blue streamers were hung around the park with care; it looked like such a sweet birthday party for two such sweet looking children. The whole family seemed so carefree when they were having a big party like this as if the drama at home was just gone and all that mattered was whatever big event that they were celebrating. This event happened to be Esme and Cooper's sixth birthday party aka the first time that he ever truly wished that his sister had never been born.
The day was suppose to be perfect but nothing had gone according to plan as of yet. Esme had broken her wrist the previous day so she had a little pink cast on with various girly stickers and guests had been writing their names on it all afternoon much to Cooper's dismay; this was his party, too! His little mouth was gaped open as he watched everyone shower his sister with attention and presents while he was left alone with his little red truck. All that he had wanted for his birthday was that damn truck while Esme had a list a mile long of presents that she, of course, received.
His joy over that truck was twenty times his sister's enthusiasm for all of her toys. So what did William do? He did what any good father would do and took the truck away so he could give it to his 'relevant' child.
"Esme gets everything because she's the only one I love."
His words stung especially to someone so young who looked up to their parents so heavily. He didn't know how to handle this! He didn't have the mental capacity to handle this sort of thing maturely so he took the truck and threw it at his tinier twin sister who shrieked as it hit her arm, the broken one, of course. The whole party fell apart after that. William made much too big of a deal out of this and yelled about how his son had attempted to murder his sister thus proving he had some mental instability. He didn't remember saying any of this the next morning, of course, he was plastered by the time that the truck throwing occurred. It was obvious to everyone except Esme who believed every word that he said and he was careful around her like he had enough control in his drunken state to know that she needed to believe that he was a superhero who definitely didn't get drunk not a plumper who got drunk at the most inappropriate times.
Wednesday, March 3rd 2010
The first time was easy.
The feeling of control that she got, the rush of something that she just couldn't describe. Nothing could ever compare to the sense of accomplishment that she got when the scale began to show just how well that her new diet was going. She was in complete and total control and she could stop anytime that she wanted to! Yet there was that voice in the back of her mind whispering, 'it's not enough.'
Not enough weight loss.
Not enough meals skipped.
Not enough times she raced to the bathroom after someone forced her to eat something.
She wasn't perfect yet, was she?
Throughout the next few weeks, the voice grew from a whisper to a scream that she couldn't ignore. She was a healthy 112 when she began and now she was barely 70 pounds and she looked sick. She looked like someone who had a problem yet nobody questioned it. She was still playing soccer, she was still doing her schoolwork, she was living an incredibly normal life and it was easy for those around her to ignore the obvious problems.
Rumors spread like wildfire overnight over the way her rib cage protruded and suddenly everyone knew but still nobody cared enough to ask her why or how she was or even just talk to her. Except her father, of course....
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"That you.... Are you doing unhealthy things to lose weight?"
She remained quiet and he cleared his throat before sitting down next to her on the couch,
"Keep up the good work, kid. You're making me proud."
Friday, July 20th 2012
"Daddy, I'm pregnant."
Cooper was smirking internally the second that those dirty words left his sister's mouth; the golden daughter fucked up big time this time. Maybe now their father would stop seeing her as this perfect angel and realize what she was in reality; a spoiled brat who was now having an equally spoiled brat of a baby.
"Pregnant? You're seventeen! Seven-fucking-teen! How could you be so stupid? So irresponsible? So... So.... Slutty? Do you ever think, Esme? Ever? You could have been something! You could have made it, kid and now look at yourself..." William's tone was full of distain and his expression was disgusted as if he was looking at rotten eggs not his pregnant teenage daughter. He'd never spoken like this to her before and she clearly didn't know how to handle it.
"You still love me, right, daddy?" Her voice cracked and she was clearly waiting for him to say that he would always love her; William and Esme against the world, remember?
"No."
Monday, October 30th 2017[/u]
Family dinners these days were always so awkward which was why nobody ever brought their spouses with them not that Cooper had anyone that he would bring anyway. He hadn't had a girlfriend since Carol Maree well Parks now, he supposed as he stepped inside of his father's new house. He couldn't help but think that this was the kind of house that Esme had always wanted to grow up in but he didn't want to think about his twin sister. She was the one who basically ditched them all when she got married to Hudson.
Phoebe was running around the house with a bright smile as she announced for everyone to hear that Esme was here. She was such an angel; she was so sweet and innocent and she most certainly didn't grow up with the same father that they had. Where was this gentle giant when they were younger? Why couldn't he go all suburban dad for them? Those were Esme's thoughts as she stepped inside the home; she was never treated the way that Phoebe was.
"Esme! Daddy said that it's me and him against the world." Her words stung and she knew that they weren't meant to, it was innocent words from the mouth of a naive child who had no clue what had occured throughout the years.
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