Cola 12: What I Deserve
Title: What I Deserve
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cola 12 (don’t hate me because I’m beautiful), My Treat (Yvonne doesn't understand why people turn away from her), root beer float, pocky chain, caramel (the frame story and last script), butterscotch (most of the rest), cherry (first person and script bits), hot fudge (Yvonne), malt (Summer Challenge 25: I hope your lies keep you warm at night.), fresh pineapple (You Don't Own Me, Lesley Gore).
Word Count: 900
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Yvonne in therapy.
Notes: For the malt challenge. I got butterscotch, caramel, and cherry. Yeah.
This is stupid.
I don't even know what I'm doing here. There must be some reason I agreed to this farce, but I can't remember what it might have been. It isn't like there's anything wrong with me. I'm perfectly normal. I'm perfectly sane.
All I want is everything I deserve.
It isn't my fault people kept taking things away from me. First Mama and 'Resa, then Hugh, then my bitch daughter and so many, many other people. It's not my fault they kept taking the things that should have been mine.
I never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.
--
[Two little girls sit together on a spiral rug, playing with dolls. Both have blonde hair and blue eyes; the younger, YVONNE, is prettier, and knows it. The older girl, THERESA, eyes her warily.]
THERESA: [putting a dress on her doll] Do you think Daddy will get better?
YVONNE: [tossing her hair] Of course.
THERESA: Only Mama said he's really sick.
YVONNE: Mama doesn't know anything. Give me that dress.
THERESA: I'm using it.
YVONNE: [calmly pulls her hair, hard, then begins to cry] Daddy, Daddy, 'Resa pulled my hair!
THERESA: [shocked, in pain] I didn't!
[But Daddy believes Yvonne.]
--
'Resa definitely deserved it, by being such a stupid bitch if nothing else. She thought the best way to make it in this world was to get someone to take care of you. Which, fine, it is, but 'Resa did it by taking everything that should have been mine. Or trying, anyway. I took it all back. I'm better at this than she is.
I'm better than her, period. I'm prettier than her. I'm smarter than her. I'm better in bed than her. I'm better, dammit!
She stole everything I ever wanted, and everything I should have had.
The bitch.
--
[The room melts around the spiral rug and reforms; the girls are older now. THERESA sits on a couch with her boyfriend, HUGH, the two of them holding mugs and chatting happily.]
[YVONNE enters, carrying a tray with more tea and a plate with cookies. She sets it down on the coffee table, smiling shyly at Hugh as she does. He looks up, and freezes, arrested by her face and eyes. Behind him, Theresa's hand curls into a fist.]
[Yvonne drops her eyes, and walks away. The moment Hugh's back is turned, she smirks at Theresa, then leaves the room.]
--
Goddamn Hugh. I thought he was perfect. He was perfect! Sure, he didn't earn much at first, but he had that inheritance, and he was easy to manage. I could do anything I wanted, and he'd smile and tell me I was perfect. He was the first man since my father to really understand me. Or so I thought.
Then he got besotted with that fucking little brat and ignored me. I cheated, so what; I was just trying to get his attention. He didn't even notice anyway.
So yes, I took her. How else could I get his attention?
--
[YVONNE lies in a hospital bed, looking cranky and ill-at-ease. She keeps looking at herself in a mirror on her bedside table, fussing with her hair, making annoyed faces. A nurse comes in, holding baby OLIVIA, and she forces a smile.]
NURSE: Here she is, dearie! Isn't she beautiful?
YVONNE: [flatly] Yes. Beautiful. [She accepts the baby with a split-second look of distaste] When will I be allowed out of here?
NURSE: [discomforted] Well... I should say fairly soon.
YVONNE: And will there be a scar?
NURSE: There usually is.
YVONNE: Damn. [to the child] You'd better be worth it.
--
I really love my daughter. People seem to assume I don't, for whatever stupid reason. Why wouldn't I love her? I gave birth to her, didn't I? I tried to make her strong. I tried to make her understand what this world is like.
Is it my fault if she's a weak little idiot? Is it my fault if she never could let go of that stupid attachment to Hugh? I tried to teach her that romance never gets you anywhere. I tried to teach her practicality.
And what did I get for my pains? She abandoned me.
Little bitch.
--
[YVONNE is leaning on a bar, dressed very nicely, in a tight-fitting red dress and heels. She smiles at a man, who nods at her, but does not smile back. After a minute, Yvonne saunters over.]
YVONNE: Hey, handsome.
MAN: Uh, hello.
YVONNE: I saw you looking at me. Feeling a little bit lonely?
MAN: Thanks, but no, I'm waiting for someone.
YVONNE: [laughs] Oh, honey. She's not as fun as me, whoever she is.
MAN: That's nice. I'm still waiting for someone.
YVONNE: You're really saying you'd rather be with someone else?
MAN: Obviously.
YVONNE: Bastard! [She stomps off.]
--
Men. God. Don't they understand how much I could give them? Look at me. I'm almost fifty but you'd never guess. I'm still gorgeous. If they'd only get their heads out of their asses I could give them so much. But they never do. They've all got excuses but it all boils down to this; they don't want to give me what I deserve.
Nobody wants to give me what I deserve.
Goddamn you, anyway. You don't want to understand me. You just want to label me and punish me for being strong.
Since when is that such a crime?
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cola 12 (don’t hate me because I’m beautiful), My Treat (Yvonne doesn't understand why people turn away from her), root beer float, pocky chain, caramel (the frame story and last script), butterscotch (most of the rest), cherry (first person and script bits), hot fudge (Yvonne), malt (Summer Challenge 25: I hope your lies keep you warm at night.), fresh pineapple (You Don't Own Me, Lesley Gore).
Word Count: 900
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Yvonne in therapy.
Notes: For the malt challenge. I got butterscotch, caramel, and cherry. Yeah.
This is stupid.
I don't even know what I'm doing here. There must be some reason I agreed to this farce, but I can't remember what it might have been. It isn't like there's anything wrong with me. I'm perfectly normal. I'm perfectly sane.
All I want is everything I deserve.
It isn't my fault people kept taking things away from me. First Mama and 'Resa, then Hugh, then my bitch daughter and so many, many other people. It's not my fault they kept taking the things that should have been mine.
I never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.
--
[Two little girls sit together on a spiral rug, playing with dolls. Both have blonde hair and blue eyes; the younger, YVONNE, is prettier, and knows it. The older girl, THERESA, eyes her warily.]
THERESA: [putting a dress on her doll] Do you think Daddy will get better?
YVONNE: [tossing her hair] Of course.
THERESA: Only Mama said he's really sick.
YVONNE: Mama doesn't know anything. Give me that dress.
THERESA: I'm using it.
YVONNE: [calmly pulls her hair, hard, then begins to cry] Daddy, Daddy, 'Resa pulled my hair!
THERESA: [shocked, in pain] I didn't!
[But Daddy believes Yvonne.]
--
'Resa definitely deserved it, by being such a stupid bitch if nothing else. She thought the best way to make it in this world was to get someone to take care of you. Which, fine, it is, but 'Resa did it by taking everything that should have been mine. Or trying, anyway. I took it all back. I'm better at this than she is.
I'm better than her, period. I'm prettier than her. I'm smarter than her. I'm better in bed than her. I'm better, dammit!
She stole everything I ever wanted, and everything I should have had.
The bitch.
--
[The room melts around the spiral rug and reforms; the girls are older now. THERESA sits on a couch with her boyfriend, HUGH, the two of them holding mugs and chatting happily.]
[YVONNE enters, carrying a tray with more tea and a plate with cookies. She sets it down on the coffee table, smiling shyly at Hugh as she does. He looks up, and freezes, arrested by her face and eyes. Behind him, Theresa's hand curls into a fist.]
[Yvonne drops her eyes, and walks away. The moment Hugh's back is turned, she smirks at Theresa, then leaves the room.]
--
Goddamn Hugh. I thought he was perfect. He was perfect! Sure, he didn't earn much at first, but he had that inheritance, and he was easy to manage. I could do anything I wanted, and he'd smile and tell me I was perfect. He was the first man since my father to really understand me. Or so I thought.
Then he got besotted with that fucking little brat and ignored me. I cheated, so what; I was just trying to get his attention. He didn't even notice anyway.
So yes, I took her. How else could I get his attention?
--
[YVONNE lies in a hospital bed, looking cranky and ill-at-ease. She keeps looking at herself in a mirror on her bedside table, fussing with her hair, making annoyed faces. A nurse comes in, holding baby OLIVIA, and she forces a smile.]
NURSE: Here she is, dearie! Isn't she beautiful?
YVONNE: [flatly] Yes. Beautiful. [She accepts the baby with a split-second look of distaste] When will I be allowed out of here?
NURSE: [discomforted] Well... I should say fairly soon.
YVONNE: And will there be a scar?
NURSE: There usually is.
YVONNE: Damn. [to the child] You'd better be worth it.
--
I really love my daughter. People seem to assume I don't, for whatever stupid reason. Why wouldn't I love her? I gave birth to her, didn't I? I tried to make her strong. I tried to make her understand what this world is like.
Is it my fault if she's a weak little idiot? Is it my fault if she never could let go of that stupid attachment to Hugh? I tried to teach her that romance never gets you anywhere. I tried to teach her practicality.
And what did I get for my pains? She abandoned me.
Little bitch.
--
[YVONNE is leaning on a bar, dressed very nicely, in a tight-fitting red dress and heels. She smiles at a man, who nods at her, but does not smile back. After a minute, Yvonne saunters over.]
YVONNE: Hey, handsome.
MAN: Uh, hello.
YVONNE: I saw you looking at me. Feeling a little bit lonely?
MAN: Thanks, but no, I'm waiting for someone.
YVONNE: [laughs] Oh, honey. She's not as fun as me, whoever she is.
MAN: That's nice. I'm still waiting for someone.
YVONNE: You're really saying you'd rather be with someone else?
MAN: Obviously.
YVONNE: Bastard! [She stomps off.]
--
Men. God. Don't they understand how much I could give them? Look at me. I'm almost fifty but you'd never guess. I'm still gorgeous. If they'd only get their heads out of their asses I could give them so much. But they never do. They've all got excuses but it all boils down to this; they don't want to give me what I deserve.
Nobody wants to give me what I deserve.
Goddamn you, anyway. You don't want to understand me. You just want to label me and punish me for being strong.
Since when is that such a crime?