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Chapter 35: Rest Is The Best Medicine
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Juicy Chapter 36: Life Is But A Slow Death
When Juicy was eighteen years old her Momma died; not immediately¡ªit didn't happen in one day, and perhaps Juicy could consider her mother's entire life as a slow death. But it was when Juicy was eighteen that marked the end of the life that Jassmina Robinson had once lived.Juicy had come home from school. It was one of the few days that month that she'd even bothered to go to school. At the age of eighteen she was only in the tenth grade¡ªnot because she wasn't smart enough, but because she just didn't bother to attend classes. She had absolutely no interest in school. Juicy figured that she could be more productive bringing home money than sitting in a classroom all day while her clients found other people to take their money! Besides, she wanted to do hair for a living, so what good was history and math when she already had her future mapped-out for her? Besides, she barely knew what was going on in class. She didn't do the homework because she was too busy with customers,
Juicy Chapter 37: Juicy's Memories Revisited
The doctor seemed surprised but Juicy wasn't. Not even a stroke could set her Momma back too far. Still, seeing her like this affected her. She had never felt more alone in her life. Juicy cried in the bathroom so that her mother wouldn't know, even though all she did was to sleep and she couldn't see her while she did that. Still, she didn't want her mother to hear her in her sleep. The next morning when her Momma woke up, she looked around confused.Juicy took time to explain all that had happened. She had a drowsy, confused expression. Her face was drawn down on one side, including her eye and someone had mercifully covered it with a bandage. She also had no use of any muscles on the left side of her body and she kept looking at her useless arm as if she didn't understand it. Juicy combed and brushed her hair and put it into two braids while her mother's eye closed in pleasure.That first day she slept more then she was awake and Juicy was able to run home and get showere
Juicy Chapter 38: Remembering Mama
"So yeah, we knew that gal was a druggy but we didn't think she was stupid enough to steal drugs from the hospital. But then it was coming up missing way too much. She was just careless about it; taking too much."Anyway, they called your Momma into the office and said that they'd found evidence that she'd been stealing. They found one of those cardboard wrappers in your Momma's locker, which was dumb. No one would leave evidence just sitting in their locker. So it was bad enough to be set up, but worse to be set up by your own best friend."The two of them were in line, reaching for things to place on Mr. Joe's tray and her hand stopped in mid-grab."My Momma's best friend?""Yeah. That druggie gal and your Momma was tighter then a pair of pantyhose on a fat girl's legs! Actually, she got your Momma that job before you were even born. They used to hang out, go to lunch, have barbecues on the weekend."Mr. Joe slid the tray to the cashier and took a few precious moments to
Juicy Chapter 39: Fucked-up Depressed State
It had been one week since Troy had walked out. Four days since she'd bothered to listen to any of his messages. Seven days of being in a fucked-up depressed state. And she wasn't even sure how long it had been since she'd last contacted her shop. He had lied when he said he'd call her the next day. He hadn't. By then she had been ready to talk to him. She was lonely, afraid and she missed him even though she was pissed as hell at him for being in Connecticut. But he didn't call. She got calls from doctors asking questions about him, she had even gotten a call from some old lady that said she was his mother. She had sounded as flaky as him and Juicy had only listened to her recorded message without ever speaking to her. After all, what could she say when asked how was she doing when all she would want to tell her is that her son was a deadbeat, asshole? Days later, when he started leaving messages for her again, Juicy had lost interest and had allowed his messages to pile up
Juicy Chapter 40: Two Weeks Later
Troy hung up the phone, staring at it for a full five minutes before he pulled himself around. It had been nearly two weeks now and Juicy hadn't answered the phone in days.He knew that meant that she was pretty peeved. So he made sure that his messages listed every single thing that he did. He would ramble on until the voice mail shut off and the busy tone was all that he could hear.He rubbed his tired eyes and lay across the single bed that had been his so many years before. It wasn't even night yet, but the medication didn't follow the same timeline that the rest of the world followed. When he got tired he slept and that could be even two hours after he'd risen for the day.Troy's eyes drooped and he was soon sleeping deeply and dreaming of the same thing; Juicy.The day that Troy had left their apartment, he had seen the hurt in Juicy's eyes, but all that he could think of is how piss poor of a father he would make. Troy knew the facts, and that fact is that a chil
Juicy Chapter 41: Asking For Help
Mom sat down hard. "Honey, I thought you said that you always felt that you weren't bipolar. I mean, I believe that's true. I don't think that you ever were. Later, when I thought back on it all, it just seemed that they wanted to fill you up with as many things as they could; almost like they were rolling the dice." Troy gave her a surprised look. He never thought that his Mother had an opinion about what was going on with the medication. Even now, he had thought that she was Dad's parakeet—and if he should change his mind about everything, then so would she. But the look on her face showed so much regret. "Back then, your Dad and I thought that we should just trust the doctors without question. Now I know better." Dad reached over and hugged her briefly.After a moment Troy spoke. "I know I'm not bipolar. That's not what I want the medication for.""Okay." His father waited for him to continue."But I have tics, and migraines which I can live with; but not the seiz
Juicy Chapter 42: Fear mixed with Awe and Joy
Still, his parents continued to make calls and made appointments anyway even though they were sixty and sometimes ninety days down the line. Feeling disappointed and anxious, Troy wondered what in the hell people did when they had an emergency and couldn't wait? Didn't the fact that he had a baby on the way constitute an emergency? Thinking about Juicy and her being pregnant still made him anxious, but behind it was an awe and a joy that they'd created something special together. He went back up to his room and called her. He hadn't intended to make her wait all day, but he had not realized that he would sleep so deeply. At the last minute he decided to leave a message on the answering machine instead of calling her cell. He had visions of her yelling at him in front of the customers…or worse, not yelling at him and just sounding disappointed. He cleared his voice nervously and waited for her recorded message that ended with, 'have a blessed day.'"Hi, Juice." He began pac
Juicy Chapter 43: Where Is She?!
He rubbed his head and jogged down the stairs. His Dad was taking him down to meet with someone from the Mental Health Alliance to discuss things and to maybe get some pamphlets on treatment plans. Things had changed in the way of medication since he'd last been evaluated. He was intrigued and fearful. But every time he thought about holding a newborn baby in his hands and then blacking out, he would swallow back his second thoughts.As he got into the car he just hoped that no one would judge him based on the fact that he was wearing stone washed jeans and a Lord of the Rings t-shirt. He hadn't brought a change of clothes and had been forced to dig through his closet for the clothes of his youth. "When do you want to do this, Troy?" Alonzo Hoya was asking. He was in his thirties, and was a pleasant Hispanic man that had the hairiest knuckles that Troy had ever seen. He tried not to focus on them the way you try not to look at the huge wart on a person's face."We-we-well,
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