Last time with Helene Troy: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/if-it-isnt-her/
Helene changed back into jeans and a black t-shirt. She placed her duffel bag next to the guitar case and backpack by the door to Ramona’s brownstone. A feeling of dread rushed over her.
“I wish you’d come tonight, ‘Mona.”
Ramona tightened the muscles around her mouth and pulled her long red hair behind her ears. Helene smiled at the lines in Ramona’s face. She admired the experience they expressed.
“Leney, if I’m there, you’ll be nervous. Your band needs for you to be a rock. I think that’s what happened the last time.”
Helene frowned and bit her bottom lip. Ramona sensed her unhappiness and walked over to her, smiling.
“Leney, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll scoop you up from the afterparty and take you to our recording session. That way, I’ll keep you out of trouble from your certain success, tonight.”
She felt patronized but once Ramona’s long fingers ran along Helene’s cheeks, she relented.
“Sounds perfect, “Mona. We can celebrate in the cab.”
Helene awaited Ramona’s flirtatious response but instead felt paper being placed into her left hand. It was check, written for three thousand dollars.
“Leney, this is for the next ten recording sessions. It was all I could get the producer to front. That should help you out of hot water with your landlord. If you don’t have a bank account, you can just sign it over.”
Helene needed to feel safe from the chaos in her life that Ramona’s affection provided. She settled for the money that Ramona paid her to prevent her being homeless.
She forced a smile and leaned into Ramona. A beep sounded from the kitchen. Ramona turned and walked away from Helene’s pursed lips.
“Spinach and mushroom panini! You’re going to be late, Leney. No one likes a band diva. Go!”
Helene suppressed her hurt and summoned strength. She realized what was ahead. Without saying goodbye, she picked up the backpack, duffel bag, and guitar case then swaggered from the apartment.
This is a new story episode of The Ballad of Helene Troy. Your can find the rest of the story, so far, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/the-ballad-of-helene-troy/ This latest installment is based on the one word prompt “SAFE” by my friends at Trifecta Writing Challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
Today’s song is what I imagined may have blared from Helene’s iPod as she left Ramona’s place. Needing something hard, fast, nihilistic, and mean to get her through. Here’s some perfectly good rock music from Disturbed; Down With The Sickness: