29-03-2019, 05:40 PM
A New Day Dawns for Susan Pt. 02
"And she was drifting through the back yard.
And she was taking off her dress.
And she was moving very slowly.
Rising up above the Earth."
-Talking Heads, "And She Was"
"Not the way I usually expect to be greeted by the two most gorgeous women in the world dressed like Spy vs Spy's hot sisters, but ok," Troy said as he set down his briefcase (Yeah, he really carries one. What a dork! I love him.) and took off his shoes and socks.
Julie took his hand and gently guided him to his usual spot on the couch. I picked up a tray with a martini on it and presented it on the coffee table before him. (After eleven years of waitressing experience, I know how to handle a fuckin' tray, all right?) In my head, Suzy-Q cursed me for not thinking of candles and smooth jazz to complete the scene before now. (Troy and Julie are both big on scene setting.)
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Ok, if they're going to be coming around, I can't put off talking about them any longer: Remember what I said about having Borderline Multiple Personality Disorder before? I used to have to put myself into different headspaces to handle the ways Chad abused me. After a while, it felt like becoming a different person entirely. We're all trying to make peace, and they're more like passengers in my head nowadays, but sometimes they get the idea of trying to seize the wheel. Some introductions, then:
Susan: Me. The person who'll talking to you most of the time. I basically wouldn't exist if Troy and Julie hadn't come into my life. Hi.
Sue: Sue was the one who kept me alive all those years. She was the one who could accept that her money and possessions could disappear any time Chad wanted them and figure out ways to do without; the one who'd wear heavy makeup to hide bruises while listening to Chad talk about how "that stuff's not going to make you hot." The one who'd beg a co-worker for half a Vicodin so she could get through the pain and smile for the customers. (The diner wasn't classy enough to have "patrons.") Have you ever carried drinks for a table of 12 with two broken ribs? Sue has.
Suzy-Q: Apart from being the single most unimaginative-yet-everyone-thinks-they're-so-witty-and-clever-for-thinking-of-it thing that you can call someone named Susan; this is what Chad called me when he wanted to convey that I was his possession. Usually in the context of "Suzy-Q, bring my friends beers" or "Suzy-Q, quit crying and get your whore ass back in the bedroom!" She's the one who'd try to make Chad happy and figured any day he'd stop hurting her as long as she did everything he said and sucked his cock and took him up the ass.
Suzy-Ho: As the name implies the whore of the group. When Chad had some humiliating sex thing he wanted me to do, Suzy-Ho is the one who'd shut my brain off and make the effort to enjoy it. Chad read something in Maxim and now he wants to try watersports? Suzy-Ho's department. One of his douchebros is having a birthday? "Hey dudes, watch this: Suzy-Ho, give my bro a birthday blowjob." (The bros were always bigger, and that's not just traditional "bashing of the ex," Troy and Julie can confirm this.)
So, you're going to hear me refer to the others from time to time or they might have something to say themselves. Got that? Good. Back to the story.
* * *
"And she was drifting through the back yard.
And she was taking off her dress.
And she was moving very slowly.
Rising up above the Earth."
-Talking Heads, "And She Was"
"Not the way I usually expect to be greeted by the two most gorgeous women in the world dressed like Spy vs Spy's hot sisters, but ok," Troy said as he set down his briefcase (Yeah, he really carries one. What a dork! I love him.) and took off his shoes and socks.
Julie took his hand and gently guided him to his usual spot on the couch. I picked up a tray with a martini on it and presented it on the coffee table before him. (After eleven years of waitressing experience, I know how to handle a fuckin' tray, all right?) In my head, Suzy-Q cursed me for not thinking of candles and smooth jazz to complete the scene before now. (Troy and Julie are both big on scene setting.)
* * *
Ok, if they're going to be coming around, I can't put off talking about them any longer: Remember what I said about having Borderline Multiple Personality Disorder before? I used to have to put myself into different headspaces to handle the ways Chad abused me. After a while, it felt like becoming a different person entirely. We're all trying to make peace, and they're more like passengers in my head nowadays, but sometimes they get the idea of trying to seize the wheel. Some introductions, then:
Susan: Me. The person who'll talking to you most of the time. I basically wouldn't exist if Troy and Julie hadn't come into my life. Hi.
Sue: Sue was the one who kept me alive all those years. She was the one who could accept that her money and possessions could disappear any time Chad wanted them and figure out ways to do without; the one who'd wear heavy makeup to hide bruises while listening to Chad talk about how "that stuff's not going to make you hot." The one who'd beg a co-worker for half a Vicodin so she could get through the pain and smile for the customers. (The diner wasn't classy enough to have "patrons.") Have you ever carried drinks for a table of 12 with two broken ribs? Sue has.
Suzy-Q: Apart from being the single most unimaginative-yet-everyone-thinks-they're-so-witty-and-clever-for-thinking-of-it thing that you can call someone named Susan; this is what Chad called me when he wanted to convey that I was his possession. Usually in the context of "Suzy-Q, bring my friends beers" or "Suzy-Q, quit crying and get your whore ass back in the bedroom!" She's the one who'd try to make Chad happy and figured any day he'd stop hurting her as long as she did everything he said and sucked his cock and took him up the ass.
Suzy-Ho: As the name implies the whore of the group. When Chad had some humiliating sex thing he wanted me to do, Suzy-Ho is the one who'd shut my brain off and make the effort to enjoy it. Chad read something in Maxim and now he wants to try watersports? Suzy-Ho's department. One of his douchebros is having a birthday? "Hey dudes, watch this: Suzy-Ho, give my bro a birthday blowjob." (The bros were always bigger, and that's not just traditional "bashing of the ex," Troy and Julie can confirm this.)
So, you're going to hear me refer to the others from time to time or they might have something to say themselves. Got that? Good. Back to the story.
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