Bella, Part Two

As I zipped up the tent, I figured Bella would mumble a quick thank you, and we’d both be out like lights. But the moment my head hit the makeshift pillow, the questions started. Who was she? Would this be Abby’s and my last night on Earth?

I started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Here we are, two strangers, lying side by side—almost as intimate as it gets—yet we know nothing about each other.”

“Would you like to hear my story?”

You’d think the scream that prompted me to “rescue” her would’ve been a sign to say, “Maybe tomorrow?” or “Just a quick version?” But nope—I told her to go ahead.

Bella’s originally from Wisconsin. Estranged from her parents, who used religion as a weapon. Two summers ago, she’d had enough. She hit the road for New York—on foot, no less—wearing these badass motorcycle boots.

She had never been to NYC. Instantly, she fell in love—not just with the city, but with the wrong man. Hancho. A Greek Jew who spent more time in the gym than he did sleeping.

Hancho wore tight shorts and a muscle shirt. Bella fell in love with the veins running down his arms. She wasn’t paying attention to the force behind them.

“Sit here!”

“Get out the fucking way, bitch.”

She’d never encountered a man like Hancho in Wisconsin. Bella did everything to appease him—polished his lifting shoes, ironed his sweaty socks, handed him his 128 oz thermos between sets.

It didn’t take long before Bella lost track of her finances. One day, sent to buy protein bars, her card declined. She panicked. What would she tell Hancho?

She raced back to the gym—where else would he be?—and muttered her confession. For a moment, he looked at her like she’d turned into a rotting corpse. Then he resumed his workout and ignored her for the rest of the day.

There’s only so much of Bella’s story I can tell in one sitting before getting ill. It’s so tragic. Absurd. And it’s to be continued.

Until next week, I hope your eyes stumbled across the affiliate link above. May the boots fit—and may you never trip over your own feet. Bella didn’t. Why should you?

CrossFit

There’s something about endorphins that induce a certain madness in me.   It’s a safe madness.   It forces me to rush to a computer or a pad of paper, write out something brutally honest.   This was the case on New Year’s Eve.  Many things can get my endorphins going.   Refraining from masturbation for days at a time, taking a hike in the woods or an intense workout at CrossFit.

It was late April when I started working out at CrossFit.   Six weeks earlier, I started a cleanse.   My goal before the cleanse was to become a raw vegan.   Mid-cleanse, something new came in.   I sensed a super intense workout was needed, one that wouldn’t get boring after a few months.   After much research, I happily stumbled upon CrossFit (it’s recommended that one consumes a paleolithic diet for the best results).   Here we are early January 2013 and I’m still participating in this great workout program.   It paid off as I’m now one of two members of the month.  Check out the write-up.

It saddens me to announce that this is the penultimate post whereupon the script will be posted.   The blog, of course, will continue.   Kudos to those who have commented on the script.  Please remember that the script is both incomplete and unedited.   There’s a chance that someday the piece will reach completion.   Another more pressing story has taken over.   As of Sunday, I’ll begin drafting this up.   I doubt this new script will make it to the blog.   The process of writing it will be mentioned extensively.

               INT. BELLA'S PLACE. BEDROOM - LATE MORNING

               Lying in bed, with skin as blue as the sky, Bella gasps for
               air.

               Kate hands Bella a steaming cup of tea.

                                   KATE
                         Take this.

                                   BELLA
                             (mouths)
                         Thank you.

               Bella takes a sip of the tea.  Coughs up pink phlegm.

               Damian hands Kate a box of tissues.

               Kate wipes the pink phlegm off her chin.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Kate, can we talk?

               KITCHEN

               Kate pours boiling water into a cup.

                                   KATE
                         Want a cup?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Sure.  Kate, is your aunt
                         delusional? 

               Kate's face turns beat red.

                                   KATE
                         Excuse me?

                                   DAMIAN
                         Relax.  I'm asking out of concern.

                                   KATE
                         It's been ages since I've seen her. 
                         You know that.

                                   DAMIAN
                         She claims Charlie's a woman.   A
                         demon woman, to boot.

               Kate hands Charlie a cup of tea.

                                   KATE
                         Charlie?  Careful it's hot.

                                   DAMIAN
                         The man, or woman according to your
                         aunt, you sent here.

                                   KATE
                         I wouldn't send my worst enemy
                         here.  Putting anyone, anything
                         near that rodent child, would be
                         tragic.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Kate...

                                   KATE
                         I'm sorry.  That's an insult to
                         rodents.

               A loud shriek emits from the bedroom.

               BEDROOM

               Kate and Damian rush in.

               Bella's seated on a rocking chair sewing.

                                   KATE
                         Aunt Bella what are you doing out
                         of bed?

                                   BELLA
                         Sewing.

                                   KATE
                         You're ill.   Get to bed!

               Kate grabs Bella's hand but the old woman pushes her niece
               out of the way.

                                   BELLA
                         Don't tell me what to do.  I'm
                         sewing now.  I'll go to bed when
                         I'm tired.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why'd you shriek?

                                   BELLA
                         What did you say?

                                   DAMIAN
                         You shrieked?  What happened?

               Bella holds the sewing needles like a dagger.

                                   BELLA
                         I don't know who you think you are
                         but I'll tell you.  You are a sick
                         man doing sick things for evil
                         people.   I'd watch my tongue if I
                         were you. 

               Kate reaches for the sewing needle.

                                   KATE
                         Aunt Bella...

                                   BELLA
                         Don't "Aunt Bella" me, young lady.
                             (beat)
                         Both of you, leave me.  I've got a
                         blanket to sew.

               Bella's focus shifts directly onto the unfinished blanket barely
               covering her kneecaps.

Lethargy

Yesterday’s snow induced somewhat of an intense lethargy.  Yes I went to crossfit at 5:30, however, all the other parts of the day was filled with total laziness.   Today, the leftovers–a tiny headache.   Since this is so,  I’ll say nothing more and instead post the next installment of the script.

               INT. LOG CABIN - MORNING

               Seated on the bed, Damian watches Charlie freshen up.

               Charlie makes eye contact with Damian.

                                   CHARLIE
                         What?

                                   DAMIAN
                         I don't know.  You tell me.

                                   CHARLIE
                         You're staring.  You need
                         something.  More wine?   Oh sorry. 
                         We ran out of it.  Maybe some feta
                         cheese.   Woah, oh God, forgive me.  
                         That's all been eaten.  What could
                         you possibly want?

                                   DAMIAN
                         How are you feeling?

                                   CHARLIE
                             (sarcastic)
                         You really want to know how I'm
                         feeling?  Aww.  You care.   Well, I
                         feel pretty fucking humiliated and
                         stupid.   

                                   DAMIAN
                         I'm sorry.

                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah, okay.

               Charlie opens the cooler.  Pulls out a dozen eggs.

                                   CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                         We need to do something with these
                         eggs.

                                   DAMIAN
                         We can have an egg fight.

                                   CHARLIE
                         I was thinking more like deviled
                         eggs.  Got any paprika?

               Damian jumps off the bed.  Lands atop Charlie.  Punches him
               the face.

               Will dashes in.  Face flushed.   

                                   WILL
                         You have to stop.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Why?  The fun's just beginning.

                                   WILL
                         I'm serious.   They're coming.

               EXT. ISLAND WATERFRONT - MORNING

               Less than five nautical miles from shore, the speed boat
               approaches.

               Damian and Will duck behind a shrub.

                                   DAMIAN
                         The boat's not headed in our
                         direction.

                                   WILL
                         Sure it is.

                                   DAMIAN
                         Look.

               The speed boat veers to the right.

                                   WILL
                         Where...

                                   DAMIAN
                         I have an idea...but you've gotta
                         hide.

               EXT. BAY- MORNING

               Damian slows his rowing down till he sees the speed boat
               anchored to the docks. 

               EXT. DOCKS/SPEED BOAT - LATE MORNING

               Damian ties his row boat to the speed boat.  Climbs on board. 
               Opens cabinets and drawers.  Finds nothing. 

               Someone clears her throat.

               Damian looks up.  Finds Kate, her eyes welling up in tears.

                                   KATE
                         It's Aunt Bella.

                                   DAMIAN
                         What about her?

                                   KATE
                         She's not well.

               Damian jumps atop the docks. Holds Kate's shaking arms.

                                   DAMIAN
                         How can she not be well?  She seems
                         fine.  I was just with her this
                         morning.