Javorcek
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2013
- Location
- United Sates - NY
Alex was nothing but numb as she sped downtown towards the sanctuary of her studio. She couldn’t break down, not just yet, she needed to be somewhere safe. Everything was a blur as she parked the car, walked into the building, and down the hall towards her space. By the time she had flipped on the lights to the high ceiling-ed roomed that smelled heavily of mineral spirits and stored a handful of easels with half-finished paintings, she was a mess. Her shoulders began to shake as the remnants of her heart completely shattered.
Elle was a pornstar.
Elle was fucking other girls behind her back.
Elle had been lying to her face for over a year.
All Alex could do was feel stupid and sorry for herself as she threw her shuddering body onto the old leather couch in her studio. The tears began to flow freely now and she curled into a ball, trying desperately to pull herself together but being absolutely helpless to do so. She’d fallen in love with someone so perfect…at least, who she thought had been perfect. But of course Alex apparently really knew how to pick ‘em. The love of her life was not who she said she was. Maybe it would have been easier if Elle had told her from the beginning; maybe not, Alex didn’t know. But it would have been a hell of a lot better than getting blindsided by the news when she had been looking up porn. Not to say Alex really looked at porn all that often, but after having a dry spell with Elle for nearly two weeks, desperate times had called for desperate measures. Imagine her outrage when she had found out that the reason her girlfriend was ‘tired’ was because she was getting fucked for who the hell knew how many hours on a set somewhere.
The image of Elle moaning from the feeling of another woman’s tongue made her stomach lurch. Alex quickly grabbed the trash can next to the arm of the couch, scraping metal across concrete as she dragged it over so that she could wretch and dry heave to her heart’s content. Thank God she hadn’t had anything to eat this morning, otherwise this day would suck even more than it already had.
How could she have done this to me… to us… It wasn’t just a little speed bump or road block in their relationship that they could slowly get over. No, it was more like they’d hit a fucking wall at 90 miles per hour and now everything had ended. Alex had been so in love…so completely and utterly certain that Elle was the one this time. But now she didn’t know if she could go back. How was she ever supposed to trust someone that had been feeding her lies for the entirety of their relationship? Was she supposed to just grin and bear it and let Elle continue to fuck other women as her main source of income? The thought of Elle sleeping with another woman made her stomach heave again, causing Alex to spend the next half hour sputtering into a trash can.
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VRRRT! VRRRT! VRRRT!
Alex jumped awake as her phone began vibrating against her face. She grunted softly, opening bleary eyes to see who it was. The number wasn’t one she recognized, which was good. She didn’t want to talk to Elle. And it was almost 5am, which meant that it was probably a school calling, trying to find a last minute substitute teacher. Alex had gotten her Bachelor’s in education, but then had gone on further to get her MFA in painting. The young woman focused mostly on her career as an artist, but she would never say ‘no’ to a substitute teaching job for a little bit of extra cash. Even though she felt like shit after having previously spent all of yesterday crying and staring off to space, she knew that she needed a distraction. Maybe pelting kids with dodgeballs as the substitute PE teacher would be a good way to get her mind off of Elle and work off some steam.
“Hello?” Alex croaked out as se answered her phone.
“Hello. Is this an Alex, uh-- Javorcek?” Came the sound of a male’s voice from the other line. Weird, usually it was a female secretary that called her. But Alex supposed that men could be secretaries too if they wanted, who was she to judge or enforce occupational stereotypes anyways.
“Mhmm…” Alex mumbled the affirmative sleepily and shut her eyes as she settled in, expecting to hear which school in the area she’d be subbing at and for which class next.
“This is Officer Murphy…”
Shit…is this going to be about that time I punched that guy at—
“…You’re listed as the emergency contact for a Miss Elle Bohannon. I’m calling to inform you that Miss Bohannon was involved in a car accident at 2:43am this morning.”
Well that certainly woke her up.
It took them three fucking hours to call me and tell me that?!?!?!? Alex shot up off of the couch, her heart racing a mile a minute. All the anger and bitterness she felt towards Elle melted away and was immediately replaced with worry and remorse. She should have never left the apartment mad…she shouldn’t have run out on Elle like a coward. Alex was walking towards the door and had her keys in her hand within moments, asking the police officer all sorts of questions: How bad was the accident? How was Elle? Where was she being taken care of? What was going to happen to the other driver? (Because if the state wasn’t going to punish him severely, Alex sure as hell was going to). And after thanking the officer once he had given her the name of the hospital, Alex hung up the phone and jumped into her car.
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It takes a little bit of doing and a hell of a lot of frustrated tears in order to get to see someone in a hospital after visiting hours. Alex had to beg the hospital staff to let her in to see Elle. Eventually she pulled the lesbian card, threatening to sue and making all sorts of allegations that the only reason she wasn’t being allowed to see her girlfriend was because the hospital didn’t see them as a ‘real’ couple. She hated playing the discriminated against victim, but hey, if causing a scene in the middle of the triage unit got her to see Elle, she didn’t care. Finally she was led off to the ICU where Elle had already been bandaged and drugged up.
She looks so pale… Was all Alex could think when she first saw her girlfriend laying there on the bed. Well Elle was Irish, she always looked pale, but right now she looked especially drained. There were some cuts and scrapes on her face and a bandage around her head from where she had smashed it against the car. The nurse had said that she had some bleeding inside of her skull, that Elle probably would not regain consciousness until the swelling went down. If there were any other wounds, Alex couldn’t see them. She didn’t want to see them either…maybe that was the reason her eyes stayed firmly glued to Elle’s face.
“Elle?” Alex had already been told that Elle was unconscious, but that didn’t keep her from calling out her lover’s name once the nurse had left. “Elle baby come on…wake up…” You’re scaring me… Alex thought the words but couldn’t say them, they got stuck to the back of her throat as her eyes began to sting with tears. She inched closer, wanting to touch Elle, but terrified to do so. Alex hated hospitals. The sterile smell of recycled air, the smell of sick, dying people, the horribly bright fluorescent lights…she couldn’t stand it. The soft beeping of machines and the hiss of oxygen didn’t help either, it only reinforced the sight of a zillion wires and tubes connected to her girlfriend, proof that she wasn’t okay, not even a little bit.
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The rest of the first night was hell. Alex had dozed off for mere seconds and woke up moments later to the sounds of machines beeping and footsteps rushing down the hallway. She was up and out of her chair in a flash, immediately retreating because she knew that she would be in the way of the nurses and doctors swarming into the room if she got too close to see what was happening. Elle was on the bed, her eyes slightly open but not seeing. Her entire body was shaking violently as her muscles convulsed.
“Roll her onto her side on three. One. Two-“
Alex felt her heart stop beating. It’s always scary to see someone having a seizure. It’s even worse when you don’t expect it at all. Alex had never known Elle to be an epileptic. The bleeding in her brain must be really bad to fuck with her whole body like this… Come on God… I don’t ask you for much, hell I can’t even remember the last time I talked to you. So please, keep Elle safe. I don’t want to lose her. Maybe it was a waste of time praying to a deity she didn’t quite believe in, but what else could she do? All she could do was stare for what seemed like the longest two minutes of her life as nurses tried to move things out of their twitching patient’s way
“It’s common for someone to have seizures after experiencing severe head trauma, sweetie. Your friend will be fine… Would you like me to bring you some water or something?”
Alex was startled to hear one of the older nurses attempting to comfort her. But she shook her head at the offer of something to drink, and shook her head again as the nurse chastised her for not sleeping. She’d been zoning out again…she was just so tired…and so busy bargaining with God that she hadn’t noticed that it was all over. Elle was fine, well, as fine as an unconscious person could be. Alex was a little more relieved, though still very on edge. Between yesterday and today, she was running on her last nerves.
By the way Elle, if you wake up, we’re going to church every Sunday for a month.
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Alex hadn’t left the hospital for two days. Even when one of the bitchy head nurses came around and told her she had to leave or she would call the police to escort her out, Alex had simply called the woman’s bluff and stayed put. She wouldn’t leave Elle’s side for anything other than basic bodily functions. After hearing what had happened, some of their friends came by and bought her a change of clothes at least so that she didn’t have to look like a dirty hobo when Elle woke up. They’d also left a bunch of ‘get well’ flowers when they stopped by. Some of them offered to stay with Elle so that Alex could go home and take a real shower and have some real food, but Alex just stubbornly shook her head. She wanted to be here.
Alex wasn’t the type of person that required much sleep to begin with, but now she was just pushing her body too hard. She was sooooo very, very tired. She slept best when she was curled up in bed with Elle, but seeing all the IVs and wires discouraged her from going anywhere near Elle. She hadn’t touched her girlfriend at all in the entire time she had been here. Alex had talked to her, kinda. It was hard to carry on a conversation by herself, so she ended up reading aloud whatever she looked up on her phone. Googling random facts is an excellent way to waste time.
It was only a matter of time before sleep caught up with her. Despite her best efforts to stay awake for an entire 48 hours, Alex clocked out somewhere around hour 42. She was in a rather undignified pose when Elle woke up: slouched sideways in her chair with her head cranked to the side, using her own shoulder for a pillow. She was so tired that breathing out of her nose was apparently a chore, because her mouth had gone slack-jawed and was wide open as she breathed. (Alex would argue that she did not snore because her airway was never obstructed by her tongue. She just liked to breathe heavily in her sleep).
Elle was a pornstar.
Elle was fucking other girls behind her back.
Elle had been lying to her face for over a year.
All Alex could do was feel stupid and sorry for herself as she threw her shuddering body onto the old leather couch in her studio. The tears began to flow freely now and she curled into a ball, trying desperately to pull herself together but being absolutely helpless to do so. She’d fallen in love with someone so perfect…at least, who she thought had been perfect. But of course Alex apparently really knew how to pick ‘em. The love of her life was not who she said she was. Maybe it would have been easier if Elle had told her from the beginning; maybe not, Alex didn’t know. But it would have been a hell of a lot better than getting blindsided by the news when she had been looking up porn. Not to say Alex really looked at porn all that often, but after having a dry spell with Elle for nearly two weeks, desperate times had called for desperate measures. Imagine her outrage when she had found out that the reason her girlfriend was ‘tired’ was because she was getting fucked for who the hell knew how many hours on a set somewhere.
The image of Elle moaning from the feeling of another woman’s tongue made her stomach lurch. Alex quickly grabbed the trash can next to the arm of the couch, scraping metal across concrete as she dragged it over so that she could wretch and dry heave to her heart’s content. Thank God she hadn’t had anything to eat this morning, otherwise this day would suck even more than it already had.
How could she have done this to me… to us… It wasn’t just a little speed bump or road block in their relationship that they could slowly get over. No, it was more like they’d hit a fucking wall at 90 miles per hour and now everything had ended. Alex had been so in love…so completely and utterly certain that Elle was the one this time. But now she didn’t know if she could go back. How was she ever supposed to trust someone that had been feeding her lies for the entirety of their relationship? Was she supposed to just grin and bear it and let Elle continue to fuck other women as her main source of income? The thought of Elle sleeping with another woman made her stomach heave again, causing Alex to spend the next half hour sputtering into a trash can.
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VRRRT! VRRRT! VRRRT!
Alex jumped awake as her phone began vibrating against her face. She grunted softly, opening bleary eyes to see who it was. The number wasn’t one she recognized, which was good. She didn’t want to talk to Elle. And it was almost 5am, which meant that it was probably a school calling, trying to find a last minute substitute teacher. Alex had gotten her Bachelor’s in education, but then had gone on further to get her MFA in painting. The young woman focused mostly on her career as an artist, but she would never say ‘no’ to a substitute teaching job for a little bit of extra cash. Even though she felt like shit after having previously spent all of yesterday crying and staring off to space, she knew that she needed a distraction. Maybe pelting kids with dodgeballs as the substitute PE teacher would be a good way to get her mind off of Elle and work off some steam.
“Hello?” Alex croaked out as se answered her phone.
“Hello. Is this an Alex, uh-- Javorcek?” Came the sound of a male’s voice from the other line. Weird, usually it was a female secretary that called her. But Alex supposed that men could be secretaries too if they wanted, who was she to judge or enforce occupational stereotypes anyways.
“Mhmm…” Alex mumbled the affirmative sleepily and shut her eyes as she settled in, expecting to hear which school in the area she’d be subbing at and for which class next.
“This is Officer Murphy…”
Shit…is this going to be about that time I punched that guy at—
“…You’re listed as the emergency contact for a Miss Elle Bohannon. I’m calling to inform you that Miss Bohannon was involved in a car accident at 2:43am this morning.”
Well that certainly woke her up.
It took them three fucking hours to call me and tell me that?!?!?!? Alex shot up off of the couch, her heart racing a mile a minute. All the anger and bitterness she felt towards Elle melted away and was immediately replaced with worry and remorse. She should have never left the apartment mad…she shouldn’t have run out on Elle like a coward. Alex was walking towards the door and had her keys in her hand within moments, asking the police officer all sorts of questions: How bad was the accident? How was Elle? Where was she being taken care of? What was going to happen to the other driver? (Because if the state wasn’t going to punish him severely, Alex sure as hell was going to). And after thanking the officer once he had given her the name of the hospital, Alex hung up the phone and jumped into her car.
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It takes a little bit of doing and a hell of a lot of frustrated tears in order to get to see someone in a hospital after visiting hours. Alex had to beg the hospital staff to let her in to see Elle. Eventually she pulled the lesbian card, threatening to sue and making all sorts of allegations that the only reason she wasn’t being allowed to see her girlfriend was because the hospital didn’t see them as a ‘real’ couple. She hated playing the discriminated against victim, but hey, if causing a scene in the middle of the triage unit got her to see Elle, she didn’t care. Finally she was led off to the ICU where Elle had already been bandaged and drugged up.
She looks so pale… Was all Alex could think when she first saw her girlfriend laying there on the bed. Well Elle was Irish, she always looked pale, but right now she looked especially drained. There were some cuts and scrapes on her face and a bandage around her head from where she had smashed it against the car. The nurse had said that she had some bleeding inside of her skull, that Elle probably would not regain consciousness until the swelling went down. If there were any other wounds, Alex couldn’t see them. She didn’t want to see them either…maybe that was the reason her eyes stayed firmly glued to Elle’s face.
“Elle?” Alex had already been told that Elle was unconscious, but that didn’t keep her from calling out her lover’s name once the nurse had left. “Elle baby come on…wake up…” You’re scaring me… Alex thought the words but couldn’t say them, they got stuck to the back of her throat as her eyes began to sting with tears. She inched closer, wanting to touch Elle, but terrified to do so. Alex hated hospitals. The sterile smell of recycled air, the smell of sick, dying people, the horribly bright fluorescent lights…she couldn’t stand it. The soft beeping of machines and the hiss of oxygen didn’t help either, it only reinforced the sight of a zillion wires and tubes connected to her girlfriend, proof that she wasn’t okay, not even a little bit.
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The rest of the first night was hell. Alex had dozed off for mere seconds and woke up moments later to the sounds of machines beeping and footsteps rushing down the hallway. She was up and out of her chair in a flash, immediately retreating because she knew that she would be in the way of the nurses and doctors swarming into the room if she got too close to see what was happening. Elle was on the bed, her eyes slightly open but not seeing. Her entire body was shaking violently as her muscles convulsed.
“Roll her onto her side on three. One. Two-“
Alex felt her heart stop beating. It’s always scary to see someone having a seizure. It’s even worse when you don’t expect it at all. Alex had never known Elle to be an epileptic. The bleeding in her brain must be really bad to fuck with her whole body like this… Come on God… I don’t ask you for much, hell I can’t even remember the last time I talked to you. So please, keep Elle safe. I don’t want to lose her. Maybe it was a waste of time praying to a deity she didn’t quite believe in, but what else could she do? All she could do was stare for what seemed like the longest two minutes of her life as nurses tried to move things out of their twitching patient’s way
“It’s common for someone to have seizures after experiencing severe head trauma, sweetie. Your friend will be fine… Would you like me to bring you some water or something?”
Alex was startled to hear one of the older nurses attempting to comfort her. But she shook her head at the offer of something to drink, and shook her head again as the nurse chastised her for not sleeping. She’d been zoning out again…she was just so tired…and so busy bargaining with God that she hadn’t noticed that it was all over. Elle was fine, well, as fine as an unconscious person could be. Alex was a little more relieved, though still very on edge. Between yesterday and today, she was running on her last nerves.
By the way Elle, if you wake up, we’re going to church every Sunday for a month.
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Alex hadn’t left the hospital for two days. Even when one of the bitchy head nurses came around and told her she had to leave or she would call the police to escort her out, Alex had simply called the woman’s bluff and stayed put. She wouldn’t leave Elle’s side for anything other than basic bodily functions. After hearing what had happened, some of their friends came by and bought her a change of clothes at least so that she didn’t have to look like a dirty hobo when Elle woke up. They’d also left a bunch of ‘get well’ flowers when they stopped by. Some of them offered to stay with Elle so that Alex could go home and take a real shower and have some real food, but Alex just stubbornly shook her head. She wanted to be here.
Alex wasn’t the type of person that required much sleep to begin with, but now she was just pushing her body too hard. She was sooooo very, very tired. She slept best when she was curled up in bed with Elle, but seeing all the IVs and wires discouraged her from going anywhere near Elle. She hadn’t touched her girlfriend at all in the entire time she had been here. Alex had talked to her, kinda. It was hard to carry on a conversation by herself, so she ended up reading aloud whatever she looked up on her phone. Googling random facts is an excellent way to waste time.
It was only a matter of time before sleep caught up with her. Despite her best efforts to stay awake for an entire 48 hours, Alex clocked out somewhere around hour 42. She was in a rather undignified pose when Elle woke up: slouched sideways in her chair with her head cranked to the side, using her own shoulder for a pillow. She was so tired that breathing out of her nose was apparently a chore, because her mouth had gone slack-jawed and was wide open as she breathed. (Alex would argue that she did not snore because her airway was never obstructed by her tongue. She just liked to breathe heavily in her sleep).