Post by Torture on May 5, 2009 0:31:57 GMT -5
Rachel: Stop calling me David! Just stop! We're through! UGH!
- The phone gets folded in half and hangs up. Rachel turns with tears in her eyes, and a shaken body in rage to see Torture walking down the hallway in his own home. Torture wearing a blank tank top that conforms to his physically fit body showing off his tattoos down his back, shoulders, arms and chest. Torture is just about to turn into the kitchen when Rachel speaks up.
Rachel: Sorry about all the yelling.
Torture: Doesn't matter. It's not my business.
Rachel: Well this is your home and all, and here I am yelling and getting emotional over the phone to an EX boyfriend who won't leave me alone.
Torture: It's .. alright.
Rachel: Thanks. By the way, upstairs when you were gone I noticed a door was locked. Why is it locked?
Torture: It's empty. Leave it alone.
- The Tort continues to walk into the kitchen and does a double take towards the kitchen table. He notices a box. A box that is full of some tapes, and pictures. Torture stares through the box then quickly turns to Rachel.
Torture: Why is that box on the table? Where did you get that box?
Rachel: From the spare bedroom. I needed room to put my clothes and I noticed you had a lot of boxes and championship belts everywhere so I moved some. When I moved that box I looked inside just being curious. I didn't know it had Natasha's stuff in it!
Torture: Don't move boxes! Why did you bring that box out!?
Rachel: Stop yelling!
Torture: You can't go around and bring out stuff from the past! You can't just barge in here! Don't touch anything that's not yours!
Rachel: Natasha and Ben were mine too! I was their blood! I have every right to move that box, just as much right as you, and that room that's locked? Why did you lock up Benjamin's room! What if I wanted to go in there? What did you do to the room, why is it locked GOD DAMN IT!
Torture: That room belongs to me! It was MY SON'S room. That room is empty now, it's locked because there is nothing in it.
Rachel: Then where is the furniture from his room? Where is his race car bed, or his clothes?
Torture: ...Still in the room.
Rachel: I thought you said it was empty..
Torture: Without them..
Rachel: Without them what?
Torture: Without them.. the room is empty. The room means nothing without Benjamin. To me.. that room is empty.
Rachel: Oh..
- The two come down from their raised emotions. Torture turns away from Rachel and leans on the kitchen counter. Rachel with more tears in her eyes speaks up once again.
Rachel: I'm sorry. I didn't know you kept all this stuff, that's all. You never talked about it, you're always so closed up about it. I just didn't know.
Torture: It's not your fault. I just never had anyone to talk about it. I never had to face anyone that lost them either. It ... It feels good knowing you're here.
Rachel: I feel the same way Jackson.
Torture: It's weird that you call me by my last name. Tasha used to do the same thing.
Rachel: It's cause I don't know your first name.
Torture: Mans best kept secret.
Rachel: I'm sorry I was so curious and went snooping around. I just.. it's just being in this house gave me old feelings, feelings of good hope and I wanted to see their faces again.
Torture: I know. It's okay. I feel the same way all the time.
Rachel: I'm going to shower.
Torture: Alright.
- Rachel gives Tort a kiss on the cheek and walks through the house towards the guest bathroom. Torture reaches across to the kitchen table and grabs the box by it's top. Torture pulls it over to in front of him. He looks down and his finger slides across a video tape. Torture picks it up and looks down at it. The title reads: Family Christmas. Torture pulls the tape out of it's case and then looks out the window.
What the?
- Torture notices a man on the outside of the fence that surrounds Tortures mansion and the man was looking through binoculars through his passenger car window. The car speeds off like a rocket and Torture questions what it was all about.
- The phone gets folded in half and hangs up. Rachel turns with tears in her eyes, and a shaken body in rage to see Torture walking down the hallway in his own home. Torture wearing a blank tank top that conforms to his physically fit body showing off his tattoos down his back, shoulders, arms and chest. Torture is just about to turn into the kitchen when Rachel speaks up.
Rachel: Sorry about all the yelling.
Torture: Doesn't matter. It's not my business.
Rachel: Well this is your home and all, and here I am yelling and getting emotional over the phone to an EX boyfriend who won't leave me alone.
Torture: It's .. alright.
Rachel: Thanks. By the way, upstairs when you were gone I noticed a door was locked. Why is it locked?
Torture: It's empty. Leave it alone.
- The Tort continues to walk into the kitchen and does a double take towards the kitchen table. He notices a box. A box that is full of some tapes, and pictures. Torture stares through the box then quickly turns to Rachel.
Torture: Why is that box on the table? Where did you get that box?
Rachel: From the spare bedroom. I needed room to put my clothes and I noticed you had a lot of boxes and championship belts everywhere so I moved some. When I moved that box I looked inside just being curious. I didn't know it had Natasha's stuff in it!
Torture: Don't move boxes! Why did you bring that box out!?
Rachel: Stop yelling!
Torture: You can't go around and bring out stuff from the past! You can't just barge in here! Don't touch anything that's not yours!
Rachel: Natasha and Ben were mine too! I was their blood! I have every right to move that box, just as much right as you, and that room that's locked? Why did you lock up Benjamin's room! What if I wanted to go in there? What did you do to the room, why is it locked GOD DAMN IT!
Torture: That room belongs to me! It was MY SON'S room. That room is empty now, it's locked because there is nothing in it.
Rachel: Then where is the furniture from his room? Where is his race car bed, or his clothes?
Torture: ...Still in the room.
Rachel: I thought you said it was empty..
Torture: Without them..
Rachel: Without them what?
Torture: Without them.. the room is empty. The room means nothing without Benjamin. To me.. that room is empty.
Rachel: Oh..
- The two come down from their raised emotions. Torture turns away from Rachel and leans on the kitchen counter. Rachel with more tears in her eyes speaks up once again.
Rachel: I'm sorry. I didn't know you kept all this stuff, that's all. You never talked about it, you're always so closed up about it. I just didn't know.
Torture: It's not your fault. I just never had anyone to talk about it. I never had to face anyone that lost them either. It ... It feels good knowing you're here.
Rachel: I feel the same way Jackson.
Torture: It's weird that you call me by my last name. Tasha used to do the same thing.
Rachel: It's cause I don't know your first name.
Torture: Mans best kept secret.
Rachel: I'm sorry I was so curious and went snooping around. I just.. it's just being in this house gave me old feelings, feelings of good hope and I wanted to see their faces again.
Torture: I know. It's okay. I feel the same way all the time.
Rachel: I'm going to shower.
Torture: Alright.
- Rachel gives Tort a kiss on the cheek and walks through the house towards the guest bathroom. Torture reaches across to the kitchen table and grabs the box by it's top. Torture pulls it over to in front of him. He looks down and his finger slides across a video tape. Torture picks it up and looks down at it. The title reads: Family Christmas. Torture pulls the tape out of it's case and then looks out the window.
What the?
- Torture notices a man on the outside of the fence that surrounds Tortures mansion and the man was looking through binoculars through his passenger car window. The car speeds off like a rocket and Torture questions what it was all about.
