Post by Joy Napier-Jones on Jul 8, 2016 21:30:18 GMT -6
Joy sat in the waiting area once again of the place she had been a few days ago in order for the father of her child to see if he was indeed the father of said child. She peered at her watch clearly irritated.
Joy: I can't believe this just couldn't be handled over the damn phone or mail?!
Trystan: Do you hate me that much...?
In a seat opposite, his legs were crossed as he sat dressed in a suit and with the same shades he'd worn on the last visit.
Joy: After all this bullshit hate is an understatement about my feelings, Trystan. You really have the audacity to think I'm going to give two shits about you when you we're sitting here waiting for paternity test results for a child that I know who the father is?
Trystan: Then no, phone or mail won't cut it. If anything, at least I get peace of mind. It's always bothered me…
Joy: It's always bothered you?! So this entire time you in the back of your mind you've been thinking Secret wasn't yours? That's some fuck shit!
Trystan: Why is it? You were seeing more than just me at the time, in spite of the words "I love you". And with that baby looking the spitting image of you, how could I be a hundred percent sure? Hell, it's as if you never liked me at all.
Joy: When I was with you, I was with you, Trystan. And I don't appreciated you sideways calling me a whore. Secret is your daughter point blank period.
Trystan: Still didn't excuse the way you dropped me like a hot brick for no reason at all. I treated you the way a woman should be treated. I didn't deserve what transpired. I never planned for parenthood but I was willing to be a good father, a good man. I always have been. And after all the heartache, I have every right to be absolutely certain it was worth it. I'm sure you can give me that at the very least.
Joy: Give you that? Bitch, we're sitting in a goddamn place waiting for paternity results. I can't believe I ever loved you…
Trystan: Did you though? If you did, can you really just let them go that easily?
Joy: Kill yo' self! I'm not even going to dignify that question with an answer.
Trystan: You'd actually wish me dead?
The wrestler turned successful actress rolled her eyes.
Joy: You're so lame.
Trystan: Did you love me, Joy? Truthfully?
Joy: There is a four year old child that can attest to my love for you.
Trystan: The moment you fell pregnant you disappeared and haven't been the same towards me.
Joy: What's your point in rehashing this, Trystan? What will it solve?
Trystan: I am not rehashing anything. I just never got an answer, never got the closure. I never knew what I'd done wrong other than love you.
Joy: What does it matter now? What answer can possibly give you any kind of closure? Shouldn't closure have been when you found out I was getting married? Or when I got married?
Trystan: That didn't answer anything at the time, Joy. Unless you were already with him, then that would give me answers. But you're right. It doesn't matter now.
Joy: There you go sideways calling me whore again.
Trystan: There's no denying your reputation preceded you at the time, Joy. Your brother is partially to blame for that but if you haven't done anything, I apologise and I'll get my peace of mind once they're ready for us in there. Just don't treat Jones the way you treated me. He seems a good man.
Joy: Fuck off! You don't know shit about Tiger's and mine marriage!
Trystan: I never said I did. I just said don't hurt him, he seems a good man.
Joy: You don't need to worry about that. He's a loving, supportive, caring, and understanding man.
Trystan: I'm not worried about that.
He smiles over at the woman from behind his glasses. She returns the man's smile with the middle finger.
Trystan: Why are you so aggressive towards me?
Joy: Because you have me sitting in a goddamn place waiting on results that I already know are fucking true! Duh!
Trystan: And before that?
Joy: Is this part of your closure too?
Trystan: Why can't you ever give me a straight answer? Are you hiding something?
She looks at her watch again, disregarding his questions.
Joy: How long the fuck is this going to take? Fuck!
Trystan: What is it...?
Joy: What?!
Trystan: What are you hiding?
Joy: Hopefully not my irritation with this conversation and my frustration on how long it's taking for them to bring the results.
Trystan: So strange...I don't get it…
Joy: If they don't hurry their ass up, I'm leaving. I swear to God!
Trystan: You really can't stand being in my presence, Joy?
She looks over at him. Words begin to form from her mouth but physically shakes them away.
Joy: I've been here long enough.
Gathering her purse, she stands to her feet. He shakes his head, beginning to stand up when a woman in a two piece suit opens a door feet from them with so much lacquer in her hair it didn't move as she tipped her head to the side with a smile.
Woman: Mr. Lloyd? Mrs. Napier-Jones?
Joy: Yes.
Woman: Would you like to come inside?
Trystan nods, glancing at Joy before smiling over at the woman.
Trystan: Yes, of course.
Joy: No. Whatever needs to been said can be done right here.
Woman: That's not usual practice, I'm afraid. We do like to keep things confidential, Mrs Napier-Jones.
She nodded her head several times with a smile.
Joy: I think we'll be fine here. Just lower your voice...whisper if you have to.
Trystan sighs, the woman looking at the both of them. If they could agree then so would she.
Trystan: Alright...
Joy: So let's get this over with. Not like there is any mystery here.
Trystan nodded his agreement with the woman, his heart beginning to race and his body feeling cold but the woman teased him a little more as she wandered back into the room and emerged again with an A4 envelope. She smiles at the pair, looking around for anyone who might be listening but there was no one in ear shot. She grinned at them both, neither of them looking patient by now.
Woman: You both may be happy to know that…
She removes the fastening from the manila envelope to slide out papers.
Joy: This isn't going to be a surprise. I'll want an apology after this, Trystan.
Woman: Mr. Lloyd, there is a zero percent chance of you being Secret's father. There is no DNA match.
Joy, eyes wide and mouth agape, stands shocked upon hearing the news.
He looked just as stunned. Sure he was here to find the truth but never imagined this would be the result. He shook his head.
Trystan: You just said happy to know. Are you sure?!
Woman: Well, yes. It's in black and white, Mr. Lloyd.
He takes the envelope the second she held it out to him, sliding the papers out so he could see for himself. There was no denying. The "0%" in a bold and bigger font was conclusive.
Joy: No fucking way. NO FUCKING WAY!
She snatches the paperwork from Trystan's hands and throws them into the face of the woman.
Joy: NO! FUCKING! WAY!
The woman scrambles to collect the papers from the floor where they fell. Whatever smile she wore had disappeared.
Woman: I'm sorry? There is zero probability. I thought…
Trystan: That because she's Mrs Napier-Jones and I'm Mr Lloyd that we'd had an affair and this would be the best news?
Woman: Mr. Lloyd, now, I never said that…
Trystan: But that's what you meant...
He kneels, helping her with the papers and upon rising to his feet, looks over at Joy.
Joy: Do it again. Do the fucking test again!
She was holding back tears, whether they were tears of anger or sadness was unclear. The woman just shook her head.
Woman: Mrs. Napier-Jones. There is no mistake, no doubt and really it would be a waste of money and resources.
Joy grabs the woman by the collar and forces her back against a wall making the poor woman release an audible "oomph."
Joy: Recheck the results damn it!
Woman: Please! Please, get off me!
Joy tightens her grip with one hand and draws back her fist with the other.
Joy: Recheck the results!
Woman: Please! There is nothing more to check. It was thorough and accurate!
Trystan: Joy...
Joy: If you don't recheck them I'm going to knock the shit out of you!
Trystan: Joy, it's in black and white. Zero chance...let her go.
She stares into the frightened woman's eyes before lower her fisted hand.
Joy: This isn't over. You'll be hearing from my attorney.
Releasing the woman, Joy retrieves her purse that had fallen to the floor.
Trystan watches her, hand covering his mouth.
Trystan: A lie detector people can fool. DNA? Not a chance, Joy...
She turns to him.
Joy: Fuck you with a sick dick, bitch ass! Like I said this shit isn't over! Not over at all!
Tears freely flowing now, she stomps begins stomping away heading for the exit. Trystan thanks the woman and even apologises before he follows Joy towards the exit with the envelope and the papers.
Trystan: How is this not over, Joy? Isn't this really what you wanted? Me out of your life? You hated me that much...
She doesn't look back, focused march to her parked vehicle.
Joy: I have nothing else to say to you!
Trystan: No? This isn't my fault, Joy... This is on you. I don't expect to see any lawyers because to me this is conclusive. I hope you find him...whoever he is.
Fumbling through her purse she pulls out her key fob. Pressing the button, the black E Class Mercedes lights blink before roaring to a start.
Joy: Go to hell! This isn't over!
She opens the door of the car, hops in, and erratically peels out of the parking lot. All he can do is watch as the car fades into the distance, hand back over his mouth and eyes to the pavement with a shake of the head.
Trystan Lloyd
Joy: I can't believe this just couldn't be handled over the damn phone or mail?!
Trystan: Do you hate me that much...?
In a seat opposite, his legs were crossed as he sat dressed in a suit and with the same shades he'd worn on the last visit.
Joy: After all this bullshit hate is an understatement about my feelings, Trystan. You really have the audacity to think I'm going to give two shits about you when you we're sitting here waiting for paternity test results for a child that I know who the father is?
Trystan: Then no, phone or mail won't cut it. If anything, at least I get peace of mind. It's always bothered me…
Joy: It's always bothered you?! So this entire time you in the back of your mind you've been thinking Secret wasn't yours? That's some fuck shit!
Trystan: Why is it? You were seeing more than just me at the time, in spite of the words "I love you". And with that baby looking the spitting image of you, how could I be a hundred percent sure? Hell, it's as if you never liked me at all.
Joy: When I was with you, I was with you, Trystan. And I don't appreciated you sideways calling me a whore. Secret is your daughter point blank period.
Trystan: Still didn't excuse the way you dropped me like a hot brick for no reason at all. I treated you the way a woman should be treated. I didn't deserve what transpired. I never planned for parenthood but I was willing to be a good father, a good man. I always have been. And after all the heartache, I have every right to be absolutely certain it was worth it. I'm sure you can give me that at the very least.
Joy: Give you that? Bitch, we're sitting in a goddamn place waiting for paternity results. I can't believe I ever loved you…
Trystan: Did you though? If you did, can you really just let them go that easily?
Joy: Kill yo' self! I'm not even going to dignify that question with an answer.
Trystan: You'd actually wish me dead?
The wrestler turned successful actress rolled her eyes.
Joy: You're so lame.
Trystan: Did you love me, Joy? Truthfully?
Joy: There is a four year old child that can attest to my love for you.
Trystan: The moment you fell pregnant you disappeared and haven't been the same towards me.
Joy: What's your point in rehashing this, Trystan? What will it solve?
Trystan: I am not rehashing anything. I just never got an answer, never got the closure. I never knew what I'd done wrong other than love you.
Joy: What does it matter now? What answer can possibly give you any kind of closure? Shouldn't closure have been when you found out I was getting married? Or when I got married?
Trystan: That didn't answer anything at the time, Joy. Unless you were already with him, then that would give me answers. But you're right. It doesn't matter now.
Joy: There you go sideways calling me whore again.
Trystan: There's no denying your reputation preceded you at the time, Joy. Your brother is partially to blame for that but if you haven't done anything, I apologise and I'll get my peace of mind once they're ready for us in there. Just don't treat Jones the way you treated me. He seems a good man.
Joy: Fuck off! You don't know shit about Tiger's and mine marriage!
Trystan: I never said I did. I just said don't hurt him, he seems a good man.
Joy: You don't need to worry about that. He's a loving, supportive, caring, and understanding man.
Trystan: I'm not worried about that.
He smiles over at the woman from behind his glasses. She returns the man's smile with the middle finger.
Trystan: Why are you so aggressive towards me?
Joy: Because you have me sitting in a goddamn place waiting on results that I already know are fucking true! Duh!
Trystan: And before that?
Joy: Is this part of your closure too?
Trystan: Why can't you ever give me a straight answer? Are you hiding something?
She looks at her watch again, disregarding his questions.
Joy: How long the fuck is this going to take? Fuck!
Trystan: What is it...?
Joy: What?!
Trystan: What are you hiding?
Joy: Hopefully not my irritation with this conversation and my frustration on how long it's taking for them to bring the results.
Trystan: So strange...I don't get it…
Joy: If they don't hurry their ass up, I'm leaving. I swear to God!
Trystan: You really can't stand being in my presence, Joy?
She looks over at him. Words begin to form from her mouth but physically shakes them away.
Joy: I've been here long enough.
Gathering her purse, she stands to her feet. He shakes his head, beginning to stand up when a woman in a two piece suit opens a door feet from them with so much lacquer in her hair it didn't move as she tipped her head to the side with a smile.
Woman: Mr. Lloyd? Mrs. Napier-Jones?
Joy: Yes.
Woman: Would you like to come inside?
Trystan nods, glancing at Joy before smiling over at the woman.
Trystan: Yes, of course.
Joy: No. Whatever needs to been said can be done right here.
Woman: That's not usual practice, I'm afraid. We do like to keep things confidential, Mrs Napier-Jones.
She nodded her head several times with a smile.
Joy: I think we'll be fine here. Just lower your voice...whisper if you have to.
Trystan sighs, the woman looking at the both of them. If they could agree then so would she.
Trystan: Alright...
Joy: So let's get this over with. Not like there is any mystery here.
Trystan nodded his agreement with the woman, his heart beginning to race and his body feeling cold but the woman teased him a little more as she wandered back into the room and emerged again with an A4 envelope. She smiles at the pair, looking around for anyone who might be listening but there was no one in ear shot. She grinned at them both, neither of them looking patient by now.
Woman: You both may be happy to know that…
She removes the fastening from the manila envelope to slide out papers.
Joy: This isn't going to be a surprise. I'll want an apology after this, Trystan.
Woman: Mr. Lloyd, there is a zero percent chance of you being Secret's father. There is no DNA match.
Joy, eyes wide and mouth agape, stands shocked upon hearing the news.
He looked just as stunned. Sure he was here to find the truth but never imagined this would be the result. He shook his head.
Trystan: You just said happy to know. Are you sure?!
Woman: Well, yes. It's in black and white, Mr. Lloyd.
He takes the envelope the second she held it out to him, sliding the papers out so he could see for himself. There was no denying. The "0%" in a bold and bigger font was conclusive.
Joy: No fucking way. NO FUCKING WAY!
She snatches the paperwork from Trystan's hands and throws them into the face of the woman.
Joy: NO! FUCKING! WAY!
The woman scrambles to collect the papers from the floor where they fell. Whatever smile she wore had disappeared.
Woman: I'm sorry? There is zero probability. I thought…
Trystan: That because she's Mrs Napier-Jones and I'm Mr Lloyd that we'd had an affair and this would be the best news?
Woman: Mr. Lloyd, now, I never said that…
Trystan: But that's what you meant...
He kneels, helping her with the papers and upon rising to his feet, looks over at Joy.
Joy: Do it again. Do the fucking test again!
She was holding back tears, whether they were tears of anger or sadness was unclear. The woman just shook her head.
Woman: Mrs. Napier-Jones. There is no mistake, no doubt and really it would be a waste of money and resources.
Joy grabs the woman by the collar and forces her back against a wall making the poor woman release an audible "oomph."
Joy: Recheck the results damn it!
Woman: Please! Please, get off me!
Joy tightens her grip with one hand and draws back her fist with the other.
Joy: Recheck the results!
Woman: Please! There is nothing more to check. It was thorough and accurate!
Trystan: Joy...
Joy: If you don't recheck them I'm going to knock the shit out of you!
Trystan: Joy, it's in black and white. Zero chance...let her go.
She stares into the frightened woman's eyes before lower her fisted hand.
Joy: This isn't over. You'll be hearing from my attorney.
Releasing the woman, Joy retrieves her purse that had fallen to the floor.
Trystan watches her, hand covering his mouth.
Trystan: A lie detector people can fool. DNA? Not a chance, Joy...
She turns to him.
Joy: Fuck you with a sick dick, bitch ass! Like I said this shit isn't over! Not over at all!
Tears freely flowing now, she stomps begins stomping away heading for the exit. Trystan thanks the woman and even apologises before he follows Joy towards the exit with the envelope and the papers.
Trystan: How is this not over, Joy? Isn't this really what you wanted? Me out of your life? You hated me that much...
She doesn't look back, focused march to her parked vehicle.
Joy: I have nothing else to say to you!
Trystan: No? This isn't my fault, Joy... This is on you. I don't expect to see any lawyers because to me this is conclusive. I hope you find him...whoever he is.
Fumbling through her purse she pulls out her key fob. Pressing the button, the black E Class Mercedes lights blink before roaring to a start.
Joy: Go to hell! This isn't over!
She opens the door of the car, hops in, and erratically peels out of the parking lot. All he can do is watch as the car fades into the distance, hand back over his mouth and eyes to the pavement with a shake of the head.
Trystan Lloyd
