…Erica and Maniac has just come the stage to the gorilla position when Maniac finally explodes.
(Maniac): I'VE HAD ENOUGH ERICA! I SAID STOP AND I MEAN RIGHT FUKING NOW!!
The wheelchair suddenly stops and Maniac takes a few deep breaths calming himself. He waits for Erica to say something or strike him but when neither comes he turns his head and sees that she's gone. If he wanted to wait around there he could, they were in New York anyway so he was close enough to home to find his own way…he didn’t need them. They had turned up the fire and now and it was time to leave and let all those fukers stew. They headed straight for the exit, twirling and dancing down the hall smiling and laughing. It was now time to party, but New York night not be the best place, too many eyes would be on them right now. They had a camera person alongside her and since her injury was getting used to them following her around. It was the one thing that this place did with some equality…put a fuking camera in your face. They looked at the camera mad and jerked her head for him to follow as she made her way outside. They caught a cab outside the arena and would have time to think on the ride over to the airport. Erica’s phone rang and she saw that her mother was calling and picked up the call.
(Erica): Mama, qué estás haciendo? I thought you’d be in bed by now.
She could tell by her breathing that he mother was or was nearly hyperventilating.
(Erica’s Mom): Cómo se supone que voy a dormir después de lo que acabas de hacer?
(Erica): Oh, that! That’s just work, that shouldn’t keep you up at night.
(Erica’s Mom): Everybody call me now, asking about chu. Chu come home, chu come home ahora mimso.
Erica sighs, she had plans to go party but now her mother in panic mode is demanding she come home.
(Erica): Mama, I’ll be home soon. I got a few stops to make, some stuff to do.
(Erica’s Mom): No Erica! Ahora, we talk about dis.
(Erica): Mama, we already talked about this. You know what they’ve all done to me, this is what they get, it’s what they have coming, and we’re just getting started.
(Erica’s Mom): We? Quiénes somos nosotros? Este demonio? Chu come home now, and we go church.
(Erica): I’ll be home in a few days, okay? We can…
Suddenly there’s a fumbling noise over the phone, then some muddled muttering. She can faintly hear her mother, almost a whisper…
(Erica’s Mom): E…..Eri…ca!
(Erica): Mama?
There’s silence…
(Erica): Mama? Qué sucedió?
Erica now yelling into her phone as her mother doesn’t respond. She can hear noise in the background, footsteps approaching then the loud thud of them running.
(?????): Mama? Mama? Mama?
Erica recognizes her brother’s voice and starts yelling.
(Erica): Juanito? Juanito? What the fuk is going on? Juanito?
He doesn’t hear her, and she doesn’t know her mother’s phone fell under the table in front of her, and her brother doesn’t realize his mother was on the phone. She presses her ear as close as she can in an effort to hear better, it sounds like he’s dialing a number on his own phone. Luckily he has it on speaker which he always does, which is typically annoying.
(???????): 911 what’s your emergency?
(Erica’s Brother): …..I don’t know I need help, my mom…she’s on the floor.
(911 Dispatch): Is your mother breathing?
(Erica’s Brother): I don’t know, send someone, please.
(911 Dispatch): Sir, we’ll dispatch someone out to you, but I need your help okay, listen carefully. I need you to check if your mother is breathing.
(Erica’s Brother): Okay….ummm…yeah she’s breathing. Her eyes are open but she looks drugged or something.
(911 Dispatch): Does you mother take any medications? Do you see anything next to her that she might have taken.
(Erica’s Brother): No!
(911 Dispatch): Can you move your mother onto her side? Put something under her head.
Erica tries screaming as loud as she can again, but he doesn’t hear her.
(Erica’s Brother): Okay, now what?
(911 Dispatch): Check her temperature is she cold? Does she have any restrictive clothing around her chest or neck?
(Erica’s Brother): No she’s just in a nightgown thing. Uh….she’s a little cold.
(911 Dispatch): Get a blanket something to cover her. You’re doing fine, a unit is almost there.
(Erica’s Brother): Okay!
Dispatch takes him through a few more preliminary things and minutes later paramedics are at the door and the house is alive with noise and voices. The neighbors next door have come over, there’s a lot of voices that are hard to make out and it’s gotten too noisy to really hear anything. Suddenly her phone rings, and it’s her brother calling, and he’s crying.
(Erica’s Brother): Erica….you gotta come home….Now! Something’s wrong with Ma.
Erica looks over at the camera man.
(Erica): Cut the camera off…cut the fuking thing off.
She doesn’t even wait for him to reply and starts grabbing it from him, and in moments there’s static and the live stream goes black.
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