Will McAvoy, The Newsroom (via taaqat)
Story of my life
Genevieve Wedge's twitter profile
"Because you’re not just my baby, no matter how badly I wish that you were. Since Daddy and I had you together, he gets to see you too but we can work to change that if you want." She told her. Jennine had always thought about having full custody over Genevieve but she always thought she’d just give Nic the benefit of the doubt. "I’m glad you think so baby. When you get sad, you know you can tell me, right? And I’ll try to hug you and kiss you until you don’t feel like that. Even if Aunt Gia calls you a brat, she still loves you a lot."
"But he’s not Daddy," Gene sighed. "Cassie made him different. My Daddy was nice and he loved us." For a little girl who often found herself oblivious to most things, she could be quite intuitive at times. "I know that. Sometimes it’s better just to cry though. And sometimes it makes me angry." She was sure er mom already knew that. "Mhm. Aunt Gia calls Shaye a brat more than she calls me one and she still loves her."
"I wish I could too baby girl, I wish I could too. I would hold you tight and never let you go." She told her as she looked down at her hands before back up at her baby. She missed when Genevieve wasn’t in the house, it didn’t feel like home without her there. She nodded, "Sometimes, like when I would want to hug you and play with you and I couldn’t because I was too sad, that made it scary because I knew I wasn’t being a good Momma to you."
"Why do I have to go?" Gene asked curiously, pulling her chair closer to the table as much as she could. "But you’re the best mommy. I’m sad too sometimes. And you even love me when Aunt Gia calls me a brat."
"I’m sorry that they don’t save you from the dark. And that they make you stay in your room instead of cuddling like we do." She said, imagining her little girl over there at 2 am, waking up and trying to get into bed with Nic and Cassie and them pushing her out and telling her to go back to bed. "That’s right baby, I’ll save you from anything." She told her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Um, well Mommy used to be nervous a lot like you were and I got really scared about things and so I took that medicine to make me not so anxious. Except it’s a medicine so it messed with my body and made me really sad, like sadder than I get when you get hurt." She said as she bit her lip, "I took them when Daddy and I broke up, so remember when I would just sit in my room and cry a whole bunch? That’s what they made me do."
"I wish you could come to Daddy’s with me." To be quite honest, Genevieve wished she never had to go there again. It wasn’t the same as being at home — it wasn’t the same without her mom. "Really?" She asked quietly. "Was it scary?"
"It’s definitely too dark for you to sleep with your door closed. Is it scary?" She asked, although she knew the answer already. "Would you like it, if we got two of those dance nightlights? One for you and Ly’s room and one for Mommy’s room." She walked over and put the bottle of pills back up in the cabinet before walking over to her daughter. "I’m not going to let Daddy give you those pills anymore, alright? When Mommy took them, they made her really sad and I don’t want you to get sad like that."
"Really scary." Gene nodded. She hated the dark, and most importantly, hated sleeping in a room by herself, especially where she couldn’t go to her mom. "We don’t need one for your room mommy! You’ll save me from the dark." She told her, a smile budding on her lips. "Why did you take them? And why would they make me sad?"
This only made her hate him more. He had already ruined their daughter’s life once by lying and now he was feeding her these lies so he didn’t have to deal with her. Yes, Genevieve was not an easy kid to take care of but she was theirs. “I’m sorry he told you that Kiddo.” She told her, knowing that all Genevieve wanted was to love her father and he was making that near impossible with all the stuff he was pulling. “Why does she close it? Do you ask her to? Like ever since Mommy and Daddy broke up or was it after that?”
She jumped down off her mom’s lap, getting back up into the chair she was sitting in previously to eat her chocolate bar. “She says I’m a big girl and big girls sleep with the door closed but it’s too dark. They wouldn’t even get me a dance night light! I saw one one time.” Gene nodded triumphantly, beginning to eat the chocolate bar. “Not that long after? I don’t remember mommy.”
Jennine put the bottle down as she covered her face with her hands. “My sweet girl.” She shook her head as she picked her up and put her in her lap. She took the bottle and pointed to the name on the prescription on the outside of it, “See it says Jennine Marie Wedge, not Genevieve. They’re not yours and you shouldn’t take them. Daddy was wrong to give them to you.” She ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair as she shook her head, “She told you that? How long has he made you take these princess?”
Genevieve glanced at the name. If they weren’t hers, where were hers? Jenn’s next words made her huff. “But that’s not what he said… He said…” She crossed her arms across her chest. He’d lied about not being a liar anymore. “Mhm. She always closes it but if I take them than she won’t! And I don’t know.”
Shaking her head, she watched her child grab the chocolate that was placed in front of her. The next words out of her mouth surprised, shocked, and angered her. “No baby, these aren’t your pills, these are Mommy’s old pills. I used to take them but I don’t anymore. Daddy gave these to you?” She asked, as she picked them up off the table and placed them back in their container, even taking the one from Genevieve’s fingers.
"No, they’re mine!" Gene shook her head, staring up at her mom, brows still knitted together. "I have to take them for you and Daddy so I calm down. Cassie even promised to leave my door open at night if I took them!"
"I’ll get you some chocolate as soon as I figure out what you’re talking about." She told her as she reached on the top of the fridge and got down a chocolate bar out of the container titled, "Genevieve’s Candy." She put it on the table as she raised her eyebrow. "You can keep it, I just need to see it." She told her before biting her lip and reaching into the cabinet above their sink to grab out her old Xanax medication. "Does it look something like this?" She asked as she poured the contents of the bottle out on the table.
Going to the table she scooted up into one of the chairs, grabbing the chocolate bar quickly. If it came out of her candy container, it was hers for the taking and she would not hesitate. Except at what else Jenn put on the table. “That’s them!” Gene exclaimed, reaching out to grab one. “See, you knew!”