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Going off the Deep End
Goodbye Martha Jean
By: Malissa Madison
It was spring of 1979, and Don had no idea that he was living three
separate lives. All he knew was nothing seemed to be going right. Bills
weren't getting paid. But he was making more than enough money. He never
remembered buying the weed or the booze. He just knew that it kept
happening.
Then one night in the middle of his falling apart he got the phone call
that seemed to kick it into fast gear. Martha was on the other end, and
she was crying. And she needed him!
Don had chased after her all through high school, and here she was
begging him to come to her. In the background Donnie was happy, he too
had chased after this girl, but his efforts had always been too
aggressive.
But there were others he wasn't aware of either, who had different
emotions. Candy loved the girl as well, she always had a calming effect
on the others making it possible for Candy to emerge unseen.
And now she came to the front in full force, riding on Donnie's
emotions, determined to fulfil her purpose, to destroy whoever had hurt
this poor girl.
Malissa lost what hold she had on the front, but things began to go
better. She sat in the background watching as Don and Donnie became
excited. Martha was talking marriage, they even picked out rings and
made a down payment.
When Donnie would have pushed things to the point of sex, Don won out
reminding him that that was where they'd always lost her before. Trying
to go too far too fast.
Martha had no idea what events her decision would set into motion when
she suddenly said, "It's over I can't marry you." Those were the words
she said as Meatloaf's song began to play.
In the back ground one song kept playing over and over again, the words
searing into our tortured minds. "Two out of three aint bad." By
Meatloaf.
Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here
I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears
And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby
In a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding
At the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie
I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something
Something that I just haven't got
There's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back, ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her
Not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away
And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kep on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
The internal war was inevitable, Don gave in to his emotions, and Donnie
retreated into his bottle and the weed. Which left Candy unchecked. They
had one last chance, a chance that both Donnie and Don clung to
desperately, the Senior Prom.
When Martha showed up with her after prom date already in tow it sparked
a change in Candy, placing Martha in that dangerous category of Abusers.
It took the combined efforts of Malissa and the gatekeeper Gwendolyn to
get them out of the Hilton Ball Room before Candy could react. Donnie
and Don were too devastated, broken, destroyed, they couldn't help
contain Candy and the other two could only keep control for so long.
Being denied her revenge Candy took a different approach. She retreated
knowing that both Donnie and Don were safely locked inside she threw
Malissa out front in the middle of the Cracker Box Palace where they had
followed Martha, knowing that Malissa couldn't resist the urge to dance.
It didn't take her long, she guided Malissa's feelings telling her that
was what everyone needed. Malissa somehow came up with a skirt and high
heels, god only knows where it all came from.
She took several long hits off the joint, unaware that she was giving
actual control to Candy.
Spotting Martha and her date across the dance floor she made her move.
She wanted to hurt her in a way that only another girl would understand.
She went after the guy with a vengeance that only a scorned girl could
muster.
Malissa watched in horror as Candy led the guy out into the parking lot,
then got on her knees and blew him right there in the front seat of his
own car. Then with a smile she said, "That was for Don and Donnie." Then
walked away not realizing that Candy was still upset, the Blowjob was
supposed to happen in front of Martha.
Twenty minutes later she flirted her way past the bouncer at the
Hitchin' Post Bar. Her new goal in sight after being denied her full
revenge on Martha. It didn't take long to get his attention, she knew
his taste in girls, after two rum and cokes and a fast dance they out in
the parking lot. His cock in her hand as she leaned across the seat.
She'd bite it off at the base, let the bastard bleed to death, he was
almost ready to pass out anyway. She knew what he'd been doing, forging
checks and draining their bank account, while blaming us (Don) for it,
saying he must not remember spending the money. On top of that he'd
screwed every girlfriend Don or Donnie ever had.
The tap on the window startled her though, and she looked around to find
Jessie.
"Hey girl, what are you doing here?" he lived in our Apartment complex.
Not knowing what to do, and knowing there would be someone who could
identify her she let Jessie take her home.
Later as she mounted Jessie's hard cock she thought to herself with an
excited giggle, "Now this would really kill the old bastard, his
daughter, (that he has no idea exists, interjected Gwendolyn), getting
her brains fucked out by a black guy." She liked Jessie, even though he
kept calling her Malissa.
Stuck inside Malissa fumed in anger, Jessie had always been a nice, kind
guy. Never trying to push her into sex, or get too passionate. He also
knew that Malissa wasn't really a girl on the outside.
"I'm Sorry Malissa," said Gwendolyn. "It was either this or we all go to
jail for murder. Let her run her course until we can get her locked back
up safely. You know that Donnie is powerless so long as the body looks
anything like a girl."
I couldn't argue with her on that. It had only been a year since Candy's
last victim had disappeared. But not even Gwendolyn could fault her for
destroying the man who had Raped Bernice. There were too many innocents
who would be hurt if he lived. Just like there were too many who would
suffer if she'd been allowed to destroy either Martha or the Father.
Donnie went off the deep end after that, and Malissa took advantage of
it while she could. She began seeing Jessie on a regular basis until
finally Donnie found out and put an end to it by taking total control.
He joined the Army, causing the rest to retreat deep inside while he
pushed himself to try and forget Martha.
Things seemed to coast for a bit, then his career took off and he was
fast tracked. But as always our multiplicity got in the way.
Now thirty five years later, it seems that fate has intervened again.
Waking up there was one name on her mind, Martha Jean, but why? After
all these years, all the heart ache, we'd finally put her behind us. Not
even during the marriage or the aftermath of that huge failure, had we
had this much trouble concentrating.
Every time someone inside had been ready to end it all her memory had
popped up in our mind. If we could survive her, we could survive
anything, besides we couldn't let her live with the guilt of how she had
destroyed us so completely.
Malissa could feel herself slipping, walking the razors edge of sanity.
Everyone inside cried out to know where she was, how she was. We began
to slip off the deep end again, no sleep, no rest, her constantly on our
mind.
It was all we could think of, all consuming. We had to find her, there
were no other options. It was a busy three days, first an address, then
a phone number. The phone number led us to her Ex-husband, who wasn't
helpful at all. A deeper search gave us three other numbers.
The profile we found wasn't really hers but it had her information
attached to it. Finally on the third day the last number, we left a
voice message and got a reply.
We talked with her briefly, hopefully we could be friends, and we both
know there is no way that we could ever be more than that. That was all
we wanted, nothing more than to know she was alright.
She'd had her own share of heart aches, her own troubles, but she seemed
to be rising above it all. And we were truly happy for her, we could now
let go of all the pain. She was safe and happy now.
But why was there that feeling earlier that we were once again going off
the deep end.
Slowly as the song from Thirty five years ago began to play in our head
I understood. It wasn't playing now because of what happened back then
it was playing as a final goodbye. A closure that we'd never gotten back
then, but we now had it on our own terms. Maybe not quite friends but at
least as mutual acquaintances. We could move on now, forward and upward,
the pain was gone, calm and peace remained.
So this is our tribute to you, Martha Jean
Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere
I told you everything I possibly can
There's nothing left inside of here
And maybe you can cry all night
But that'll never change the way I feel
The snow is really piling up outside
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here
I poured it on and I poured it out
I tried to show you just how much I care
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long
I'm crying icicles instead of tears
And all I can do is keep on telling you
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're looking for a ruby
In a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hiding
At the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie
I can't tell you that I'm something I'm not
No matter how I try
I'll never be able to give you something
Something that I just haven't got
There's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back, ooh I know
I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her
Not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away
And she kept on telling me
She kept on telling me
She kep on telling me
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way
I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Baby we can talk all night
But that ain't getting us nowhere.
Goodbye, Good Luck, and Live Well.
Malissa, Don, Donnie, Candy, Melody, Bernice 14, Erika Rose, Dawn,
Duncan, Corrinian, and all the rest who only suffered in the background.
Marisol
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