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Wendell sat outside the house, just beneath the window. He knew he was breaking the Law, but he didn't care. Martinia had promised him, and all the others, that Elisabeth would never be able to do anything about it. "I'll make sure that you can pretty much get away with whatever you want," Martina had assured them, "So let her say what she wants, i'm in control here."
Even with Martinia's arrogant, spiteful verbal affirmation, Wendell still felt a little uneasy. Why did everyone hate Elisabeth so? She seemed like an awful nice girl, and for all the nasty, viscious things that had been said against her character and mental state, there wasn't a shred of proof in existence that validated any of those statements as being trustworthy. "Oh well," Wendell sighed aloud. "It WAS rather funny to watch her become so upset," he thought.
Suddenly his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. It was Martinia. She was calling to check on Elisabeth. She wanted to make sure the girl was being watched. "Are you where i told you be?" she asked. "Yes, yes," he answered. "I've been here for about an hour."
"What is she doing?" Martinia asked.
"I don't know," he responded cooly, "But, she has her music on....... and, i think she knows i'm out here."
"Oh who cares," said Martinia cynically. "That little bit*ch deserves to suffer. I hope she kills herself. Call me if she leaves." "Okay, whatever you want." he said. Then she abrupty hung up.
Wendell sat there momentarily disgusted. Why did he allow Martina to push him around so much? Sometimes he felt like less than a man. It was true, Martinia was a bully. Almost everyone agreed on that. A few of them had often thought of simply slipping Elisabeth an anonymous letter giving her the rest of the information she would need to do away with Martinia for good. They had even discussed it once or twice, but then decided against it as Maritina was a powerful woman. And, she had something on nearly every one of them, which she had promised to use against them if they denied her. Maybe it was true, Wendell thought. Maybe the girl was nuts to take on someone like Martinia? She obviously didn't know what she was up against.... or did she?
Martinia could be very persuasive, and sneaky in the way she went about things. But Elisabeth had prooved clever on several occasions. She had even managed to one-up Martinia on several different occasions, which had caused her to go into a fury, and hate Elisabeth even more. It also caused her to have to go about things in a different way. They had all secretly applauded Elisabeth when she won a few battles here and there, though they all despised her even though they really didn't have reason to. One thing they were certain of though, was that despite their hatred of Elisabeth for unknown and unvalid reasons, they hated Martinia more.
Even so, Wendall knew the sad reality that he, as well as all of the others, were all cowards at heart; slimy, worthless, useless sychophants without an ounce of dignity that were willing to do Martinia's bidding in hopes she would do something for them.
Wendell sighed. That's just how the game was played. If Elisabeth was smart, she'd just give up he thought. Martinia was crafty, and clever and extremely duplicitious; Even (6) When she was bad she was very good at the game; there was no way Elisabeth would win this fight.
Elisabeth peered out of the window. She had seen Wendell's car. She smiled to herself quietly then retreated to her comfy chair in the corner of the room. Depressed and sullen, she sat down and thought over what to do.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her head. She had known why he was out there. Martinia had sent him, just like she had sent all of the others. Martinia had been having Elisabeth harassed for years now. And despite Elisabeth's valid legal arguments about the situation and their actions, no one seemed to care. It seemed to be pleasing to everyone to watch her suffer, though there was no reasonable explanation as to why. Wendell and the others had done so much to provoke the situation, at Martinia's request no doubt. They had called her anonymously hundreds of times, at her job making her run around and do things for them because they knew she had to. They had followed her in and out of places as she ran her errands, which caused her great anxiety, and made her feel like a criminal. Martinia had even had them find out her email address and make up fake names to contact her with, so they could find things to use against her.
Elisabeth knew this, so she had decided to play that game, as she was not unaware of Martinia's schemes.
But Elisabeth was worried about the few friends she did have, that she occasionally emailed. She didn't want to have to feel suspicious of everyone, yet it was hard for her to trust. And she was always afraid that if they were friendly to her, Martinia would make them suffer. She had seen it done, and she couldn't help feeling worried for them, even though it seemed like a silly thought.
The entire situation was ridiculous. Ridiculous and unwarranted. Whatever Martinia's problem with her was, she had never spoken to Elisabeth directly about it.
Elisabeth had even been tempted to kill herself several times, just so she could have peace and be left alone. But hearing of those feelings only made Martinia push all the more. And seemed to make her laugh. It seemed to make everyone laugh.
Elisabeth knew she had to do something. There had to be a way to protect herself, and her family, as well as those few people who had defended her and assisted, but were then forced to suffer under the hand of Martinia's viscious grasp. There had to be a way to protect them, and bring this woman down out of power for good. It was true, she hadn't wanted a battle; she had just wanted to be left alone. But that seemed an impossibilty so long as Martinia was in control. Elisabeth knew the odds; she was no one. A small no-named, nobody of no importance in the world; she had no friends and no powerful connections; and Martinia was about as powerful and influential a woman as there was. Even so, this battle seemed one that was worth fighting. Elisabeth liked a challenge. And although whatever incident had started this whole mess was a mystery to Elisabeth, and she seemed to be disgraced and losing all the more with every fight she put up... she resolved herself to continue on with this battle until there was victory, and vindication on her behalf, as well as on behalf of those few who ever tried to help her.
"It'll only make me wiser, and stronger," thought Elisabeth.
"Bring it on," she said aloud, and then rose from her chair, and went back to the window.
She held her cell phone tightly, and peered out of the window again. There was Wendell's car, still sitting beneath. From the way he was parked she couldn't see the lisence plate, which is usually how she was able to be certain that it was the same indiviualls bothering her always. She had a list of them on a scrap of paper by her desk, along with make and model of the car, when she had been able to see them, as well as descriptions of the individuals and where she had seen them. She knew Martinia had told a lot of people that she had mental problems, so that to anyone who may have half-believed her at first would assume her to be paranoid and dismiss her complaints. That was very clever, thought Elisabeth. She had to give Martinia credit for that angle, as it was a very clever thing to do.
Elisabeth stared down at Wendell's car. He must've noticed her as he glanced up at her window, then started his car up and drove away. "Jacka*ss," yelled Elisabeth. "Grow a set of b*alls," she hollered out of the window. She made a call to a friend and began to recant the situation. The friend quietly listened. Though she knew Elisabeth was not only mentally stable, but telling the truth, she pretended to not know anything about it, and let Elisabeth rant about it through her tears. "(2) I could tell he was not pleased...." said Elisabeth, recanting the part about Wendell, "But I don't care. He has no right to harass me, and I hope he knows that when the time comes, Martinia's going to let him, as well as these other brainless robot pawns, take the fall for her. All she cares about is saving her own a*ss and reputation." Then she quieted a moment, and tried to hold back the tears.
Her friend said nothing, and even acted like she hadn't heard a single word Eliasabeth just said. She abruptly changed the subject, talking about herself and the things she was doing.
Seeing that as a sign that the supposed friend was really not on her side at all, (as Elisabeth knew the person on the other end had had numerous conversations about the very thing they were now discussing with several people) she paused, suddenly feeling very alone, and helpless. To Elisabeth anyone in the 'middle' was not only not trustworthy but certainly not a real friend, and she now felt disgusted with this person. Elisabeth said, "Well anyways, thanks for listening. I have to run out to the store. I'll talk to you later."
She really didn't need anything from the store, she just wanted a walk to clear her head. She needed to walk off the stress and anxiety given to her by the days events, as well as decide exactly what to do with this person whom she had once called a friend. As she rounded the corner and walked down the street deep in thought, she was suddenly pulled back to reality by the shouts of an arrogant jerk calling her names as he drove by her. This had been a very common occurance ever since Martinia had begun to spread untrue rumours about her. And she could not help blaming Maritina as the odds of those incidents all being coincidental were very slim. She didn't want to blame her falsely, but the logical conclusion from the evidences of the verbal insults and digs at her all referenced things she knew Martinia had told them.
Elisabeth paused a moment, now feeling embarassed and worthless. She turned around and headed towards home realising that there would be no peace on this walk, as she had hoped. As she began to make her way back, she noticed the same car coming towards her again. They had pulled into the parkinglot down the road, and made a u-turn.
This was a common occurance as well. Any time one of these morons noticed Elisabeth out on a walk, they made it a point to keep turning around and driving past her continuoulsy, shouting obsceneties and antagonising her until she retreated into her home. Though an occasional friendly person had spotted this happening, no one ever did anything to stop it. That's why Elisabeth hated all of them, despite what some of these people said to her face.
The car came back around and it began. "Bit*ch!!" said the passenger out of the window, as the three other passengers chuckled hysterically in the back of the car. "You effing little slu*t!!" said another voice from the car. Then they sped by and into another parkinglot, to make yet another u-turn, so they could do it again. Elisabeth felt her blood boiling. She was now more angry at the stupidity of their actions then she was either afraid or embarassed.
They made the usual u-turn and began to speed towards her again. As they neared Elisabeth, as she was close to her home, the passenger shouted again in her direction, "You effing who*re!!! I'm gonna effing kick your a*ss!!!!"
That was it. That did it. She had had enough. Elisabeth broke her restraint and screamed back, "Eff you bit*ch!! Get out of the car and do it then!!! You effing loser!"
The girl shouted something incoherently as the car sped in the other direction, to make yet another u-turn and come back for more. This was typical.
As Elisabeth stood and watched them for a moment as they made the turn; she had resolved that if they stopped the car, there was going to be violence. Elisabeth was a fairly pretty girl, tiny and thin, but deceivingly strong. She hadn't a doubt in her mind that she could take this girl, and the other three, in just a few hits each. She didn't want to fight anyone, she wanted to be left alone. But they continued to provoke her, so Elisabeth thought, whatever happens to them after this point is on them. I am not responsible. They started it.
She started walking towards home again. Then had a second thought of common sense. She wasn't afraid of these punks, but thought fighting was tacky and crude. She didn't know what to do, so she phoned her mum.
Her mum had been out shopping for the day, and oddly had thought of Elisabeth. Her mum knew all about this nonsense, though hadn't ever really said too much about it. She told Elisabeth that she was pulling into the parkinglot of her home, and tried to calm Elisabeth down. Her mum felt helpless as she knew, that Elisabeth was not a violent person, and for her to be that freaked out and saying such horrible things, someone must have provoked her. Although Elisabeth knew that the others made fun of her every time she called her mum complaining or crying about what they had done to her, she knew that her mum could talk some common sense into her, and remind her of the consequences if she did just let herself go.
As she turned the corner into the lot, she saw her mum sitting in the car, worried. Elisabeth hung up the phone. The car with the houligans pulled around the corner, and the girl in the back seat screamed yet another obscene threat at Elisabeth.
Elisabeth turned towards the girl, and hollered back.
The girl responded with a threat. Then Elisabeth responded back again. "(1) Don't provoke me.... you may not like... the results bit*ch!" Elisabeth shouted.
Suddenly, Elisabeth's mum was out of the car. "Elisabeth!!" she shouted, "(3) Get in this house...now!!!" Her mum knew Elisabeth would be obedient, depiste how angry she was at the morons taunting her. They seemed to get a kick out her mother's rebuke, which only angered Elisabeth more. She so wanted a piece of them, as it would be the thing that put all of that nonsense to an end. But she restrained herself another time, knowing that she could not do anything back, as despite the justification for her actions, there would still be consequences. The group mocked her as they always did shouting, "Go tell mommy you big effing baby!" Elisabeth motioned as if to run towards the car then stopped. They were not worth retaliation. They were scum. She heard her mother's words in that split second and resolved that she would not feed into their foolish provocation, thus destroying her own life. She'd let them think they triumphed, then plan out her next course of action. As they sped off she shouted one more thing in rebuttal to the drivers interjection of expletives, at which her mother immediately rebuked her for.
"What?!!" Elisabeth said in angry rebuttal, "(5) It's... it's only an...expression!" Then she took a deep breath and said, "And they started it!". Elisabeth's mum, who was furious at the group of bullys and sad for her daughter, chimed in with a word of wisdom. Then she gave Elisabeth a hug, and assured her, that if she didn't feed into their actions, things would work out all right. Elisabeth knew that she was going to be made fun of, for no matter what she did, or how she complained, these same useless wastes of life, found reasons to mock and antagonise her. She just knew. Then she spotted Wendell in his car, grinning, watching them. "Of course," thought Elisabeth. He must've called them or something so they'd do that. But then she thought that maybe that was a crazy idea, and felt even more hopeless and disgusted and tired.
Her mum came up and sat with her a few minutes, to make sure she was all right, then hugged her and said goodbye. Elisabeth was thankfull for her mum.
Just then the phone rang. It was Marla. Marla was one of the few that had been trying to help Elisabeth, even though she really couldn't do much and wasn't supposed to. Elisabeth knew Marla very well, and knew that if anyone had a right to rebuke her, besides her mum and a few others, Marla had a right. Marla's assitance had nearly cost her her job, and Elisabeth felt responsible, even though she knew that it wasn't her fault. Elisabeth was worried about her, and didn't want anything to happen to her; Marla had been a great friend, and Elisabeth was going to do what she could to make it up to her, as well as try not to get her in trouble.
"Hello?" Elisabeth said slowly. Marla answered, and Elisabeth could hear the stress and worry in her voice. She was so grateful to Marla. "Hey there," said Marla, "How are you?" "I'm okay," said Elisabeth. She wasn't going to tell Marla anything about what had just happened. It wasn't her problem. "Okay honey, that's great. Listen, I'm just returning your call, I have so much to do, but I wanted to get back to you while i could," she started. "(4) Hmm...I guess I forgot to tell you....." she continued, and went on with the rest of what she had called to say.
♥To be continued..........
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