Where the hell is Lisa?
She hasn’t turned up for work today and she hasn’t been answering her phone. I am not content in the slightest.
It’s been a while.
So much to ‘take care of’.
You’re looking well, brother.
Thanks again for taking care of my problem.
Pretending is all I’m good at. I don’t know who I feel….
I’m lost, I don’t who I am any more…. I don’t know the person I used to be.. I still feel like it was my fault… that I did something wrong.. and I’m scared - I’m scared to see him again… and I really don’t know what to do any more.. I don’t know who I am
There’s no way on this Earth this is your fault. Get that thought out of your head. People like him are beyond evil, sick and twisted and it’s all his doing, baby. This is all on him and you will never, ever, see him again I promise you that. You’ll find yourself again, honey. You will.
You were too young to remember this, and I know this is very different but hear me out. When you were a year old, I was on top, I had it all, the title was mine and I was untouchable. Life was perfect. But I lost my temper in the ring and my opponent got lucky. He put me in a coma that night, and ended my career. That was the only fight I ever lost. When I woke up, I didn’t know who I was any more. Didn’t know who I could be without boxing. Took me a while but I finally figured out that you just need to start living again in order to find that out.
If you refuse to live, refuse to fight and refuse to win it’ll take you a lot longer to find out who you are now. You spend every day alone, up here, not eating. If you come downstairs for an hour or two every day, well that’s a great start. I’ll make sure to get home every day at 6.30, and we’ll have dinner together — how does that sound?
Danny and Alicia || I won’t give up till it’s over
”Sometimes I wish I could save you, And there’s so many things that I want you to know. I won’t give up ‘til it’s over. If it takes you forever, I want you to know..”
Alicia was sat in her room, a place where she had become all to familiar with lately. I wasn’t who she was, it wasn’t her and it wouldn’t be to long before people started to realise something in her had changed once again; specially her family members. She hadn’t really spoke to anyone apart from her dad since everything came out, Jonathan being the only exception. That was the only time she had felt like going out, and even then it was only a short trip from her home to the beach. Apart from that day. she had spent the rest of her time laying around in her room or in the movie room watching film after film, sometimes she wouldn’t even watch them, she would just put them on purely for background noise. Though today she had ditched the TV and decided that her iPod would do just as well.
She wasn’t doing a whole lot in her room, she hadn’t done a whole lot in days including eating. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it, her stomach just couldn’t handle it, the sick feel hadn’t left her stomach ever since she was truthful with her farther. She was laid on her bed, listening to music and playing with the puppy that her farther had brought her before she went away, the puppy that she had yet to name. Apart of her thought that once everything was out and in the open that she would feel better, but the truth is she didn’t in a way she felt shame that her farther knew, a small part of her still felt disgusted with herself and that small part took over her. In away she wasn’t coping, but she told herself she should be, she was an Adler and an Adler never lets anyone bring them down. So why did she feel the lowest she has ever felt in long time?
Just then she heard a gentle knock on her door, the puppy jumped off her bed and ran over to it. Getting off the bed she walked over and picked her puppy up “Come in” she said, walking over the the window seat that she had in her room, and turning the music down, allowing for the puppy to sit in her lap. Looking over she saw her dad slowly walk in, neither of them had really had a proper sit down since that night, she guessed just like her that he had no idea what to say or even do. She gave him a small smile, as he walked over.. “Hey dad”
Useless. A satisfactory definition of how the ex-boxing world champion felt as he climbed each step towards his daughter’s bedroom. Like a single card within a deck that’s being shuffled constantly he felt completely helpless. Useless and helpless — two states he positively despised being. He needed control. It was fundamental to the Adler. He needed to have a firm grasp over things, whether it be the part of Adler Industries he was responsible for, in the ring, or at home. When not in control, he was lost. In both his head and his heart he was lost. But this wouldn’t defeat him, it was but a momentary lapse in control of his own self.
Reaching the top of the enormous landing upstairs, he dithered outside his daughter’s room. Forcing his hands to rest within his trouser pockets, he bit down on his bottom lip. What was he supposed to say to her? He soon began to feel his fists clenching and released them, taking a hand and running it through his jet black hair. Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ bad situation. He hadn’t a clue. Desperately searching, racking his brain to find something decent to say he couldn’t help but feel as though he should have known what that was. It was his job to know how to comfort his daughter. Rubbing his eyes with his palms he took a deep breath, and figured that the right thing to say would come to him once he was inside. Pulling himself together he stood up straight, smoothed his hair out once more and became the confident and strong self he usually was.
Stepping inside after being permitted entry by his youngest daughter, the man stood facing the window seat she occupied. “Hi, baby.” His brow furrowed and he cleared his throat. “I come bearing chocolate” he announced, revealing a bar from within his suit pocket. He suspected she hadn’t been eating properly, and he knew she had a love for chocolate, hopefully, even if not in that moment, she’d eventually eat it. It was something, at least.
“Do you want it now, or shall I leave it on your dresser?” He asked. “If you don’t want that I could ask Bina to make you something, if you’re hungry.”
I understand, Mr Adler. My apologies, I simply thought Mr Hassler should have a look.
Of course he should have, but a lot sooner than Wednesday. Come on, Harper! Where is that all star we hired?
I need you to fire a member of the kitchen staff at the Plaza. I’ll have Lisa send you over his file. Handle this before Wednesday this time.