Who knew a little amber music box could go for so much?
What’d you do?
What I do best; steal things and make big money.
Not bad for a day’s work.
No one asked for your opinion on my job status in the first place so really, you should have just kept it shut. Actually, I do know more about what’s going on in your life because Peter of all people spoke to me when you were too busy being an uppity bitch. And you being civil would probably include a ‘hey Edie, how are you? Any reason you’re wandering around neutral right next to the hospital?’ but yeah, I don’t recall that happening. Didn’t you get kicked out of Nibs’ addiction because Wendy and Peter were handling it and you were giving them grief? And what the hell did you do for Tink when she got raped? Because I don’t remember you doing jack shit in that situation. And Amber? You didn’t do anything involving her either so don’t pretend like you are some huge advocate for the people around you because you just sit on your ass and judge from a corner while everyone else deals with the heavy lifting. I don’t remember you stepping in when your good buddy Nibs was calling me a psycho after I had a miscarriage, or even you being there for me after I had my miscarriage. No that was Marko, the ruthless Rodger actually. No, John gave me the heads up about that when he directly threatened me. And I could give two shits about your friendship with her, I’m talking about who she is and what she does as a living. Don’t pretend that she doesn’t go out and kill people just the same as Mason. You’re the reason your head got bashed against a bar. You’re the reason everything bad happens to you because you refuse to just let things go or let people get on with their lives without you butting in and needing to attack them. You always attack first and then expect people to care when you wind up hurt because of it.
So, you spoke to Peter? That still doesn’t mean you know jack about my life at the moment. I was giving Wendy grief actually because I didn’t agree with her methods but I was still there, I tried and I’ve been there for him lately when no one else has been. When he’s dealing with things with his mother and he’s being accused of beating his wife when there’s no evidence to suggest that he’s laid a finger on her. I never said I was there for Tink, because I wasn’t in Neverland when it happened, I said I was there when Peter found out what happened to her. I was the one that talked Peter down off of a ledge when he was going to step off of it because he couldn’t handle all of the horrible stuff that had happened in his absence and blamed himself. You’re right, I wasn’t there for the Amber drama because I got told to cool off before I went over there and kicked her skanky, little ass for what she had said to you. Are you also forgetting how I was there for you when Toots broke up with you? How I was there for you when you were in your dark place and just needed somebody to drop water balloons off of the roof top with? Yeah, it was me that was there then. Not Marko or Mason. Me. I was also the one who’s never called you “Crazy Edie” or even thought that you had even the smallest of screws loose in your head. So fuck you for saying I’m not there and that I do jack shit because I am there. I’m not pretending, I know what they are and I know what they’re capable of.
On occasion? You literally just spouted out a heap of bullshit about how I’ll never be anything more than a call girl, that’s clearly not a new thought so don’t pretend like you’ve been playing the good friend. The one time you tried to be civil was when you were trying to force me to drink with you when I thought I might be pregnant again and my boyfriend was in the fucking hospital so don’t give me that shit. But of course, you don’t know any of that because you don’t fucking ask. You don’t care about anything other than what directly affects you, and how you feel about situations. I don’t need another selfish person in my life who only cares about themselves. Oh Rodgers have a reputation for being ruthless? Give me a fucking break. You buddy buddy up to John who was ordering my head on a spike a few weeks ago. And Silver? She’s not exactly queen of Candyland. And don’t even get me started on Josh because you certainly don’t hold him to this double standard even though he’s done plenty of things that you don’t know about. And guess what, here’s the kicker. I actually like that Mason is ruthless. I like who he is, and I don’t pretend he’s different or try and change him. You act like I have no idea who I live with and who I chose but I’m crystal clear on it.
Sure, Dylan. Keep on believing that but we both know you always need to call someone to pick you up or to keep you company at the hospital or to sympathize with your ever so horrid plights. Give me a fucking break.
How many fucking times do I have to say that I never said you wouldn’t be anything other than a call girl. There’s a big difference between saying it’ll be hard for people to take you seriously as a dealer and that you’ll never make it as one. Why would I have known that? We’re not on the same side anymore. We’re not in each others life. I don’t know the first thing that’s going on in yours and you don’t know the first thing that’s going on in mine. Oh, is that right? Funny, I don’t remember Nibs’ addiction having any direct effect on me or how Peter finding out about what happened to Tink had any direct effect on me or when Amber said that shit to you. That didn’t have any direct effect on me but I was there. I am always fucking there for the people that I care about, so don’t you dare call me selfish or say that I don’t care about anything unless it affects me because that’s a pile of shit. You think I don’t remember that? I gave you the heads up about that. As for Silver,I’m not even touching that because even before all of this you had this crazy notion that I was replacing you with her. From that stand point, it’s you who needs to be coddled. Wow, I wasn’t aware needing a lift to the hospital after having your skull bashed repeatedly against the bar meant that I needed to be coddled.
My problem with you is just that: you’ve been a complete bitch to me and then come around acting like you’re the one who has the right to be mad. I was honest with you about the reasons why I left and you treating me like this is sure as hell not making me regret any decisions that I’ve made. Am I even a person to you anymore? Because you treat me like dirt under your shoe because I had the good sense to leave a toxic situation.
You sure as hell can’t handle the honest truth so yes, you did need coddling and you still do. Fuck off then, I really could care less at this point. Just don’t go around saying that I’m the one who betrayed you because at least I cared enough to try.
You’re right, I have on occasion treated you like dirt and I have also on occasion tried to be civil with you and had it thrown back in my face. So, please don’t act like you haven’t done the same. We’ve both played the role of the shit friend the past couple of months. Here’s what I don’t get; you say you had the good sense to leave a toxic situation but from my point of view, you left one toxic situation for another. Yeah, I know what you’re going to say. Mason cares about you, he’d never hurt you and he makes you feel good about yourself but he’s still ruthless. The Roger’s are still ruthless, they have a reputation for being just that.
It’s really pissing me off how you seem to think that I’m a baby, that I’m a fragile piece of glass that needs to be handled with caution so she doesn’t break; I’m not. I never have and never will need anybody to coddle me.
I don’t paint you to be that way, you just are. I can handle being a hypocrite, I honestly don’t care because at least I admit that I’m a bitch and I’m fine with that role. You just prefer to think of yourself as different and that’s where I have a problem with you.
He really doesn’t give enough of a shit about you to want you dead. A bar full of people really doesn’t stop him if he wants to kill someone or not. If he had really wanted you dead, he would have waited for you outside and finished the job. I don’t delude myself into thinking Mason is anything other than what he is. Oh I’m sorry, was I meant to coddle you and tell you what a bad man Mason is or say how horrible and regretful I am over looking out for number one? Because I won’t do that.
Like hell you don’t. I don’t prefer to think of myself as anything. I’m well aware that I can be a bitch. Just like I’m well aware that I’ve been a bitch to you in the past couple of months and to others in the past. So, what ever problem you have with me is wrong.
Please, you think I give a flying fuck whether or not your boyfriend cares or enough about me to want me dead or not? I honestly couldn’t give a single fuck if I was at the top, bottom or didn’t even make his hit list. I didn’t need you to coddle me when we were friends, I sure as hell don’t need you to do it now. So, unless you want to spend the rest of the night having a bitch fight then I’m walking away and getting on with my night because this isn’t going anywhere and you’re wasting my time.
That’s not a judgement call, that’s just the facts.
First thing’s first, if Mason wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Don’t delude yourself into thinking that you cheated death with Mason; you didn’t. And as far as I know, he’s only touched you once when you angrily confronted him at a crowded bar in neutral when he was still trying to make sure that no one found out about me being with him. You go after a Rodger hitman like a cocky asshole, and you honestly expected him to take that lying down? You instigated that, he didn’t. You threw the first punch, he responded. Don’t act like the victim, it really doesn’t suit you.
Bullshit. Face it, you’re not that different from the bitch who is up her own ass that you paint me out to be. You say I look down on people and think I’m better then them? Take a look at yourself in the mirror before pointing the finger.
You’re the one deluding yourself if you think he didn’t want to kill me. I’m not a fool, I know how close I came, I also know the only reason he didn’t kill me was because we were in a bar stock full of people Oh, I’m not playing the victim but you believe what you want to believe. I’m not going to lose any sleep over it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m beginning to see what a mistake this was.