Sunday, January 29, 2012

Innocent, 2012

Patar, summer, 2012
Jorge and Jolie are 45, Grace Elise is 17, Ashlee is 14, Esther is 10, Chase and Amyra are 9
Optional Soundtrack: Innocent-Taylor Swift

**warning, text heavy and long**

Jolie waited nervously as the assistant went to get Jorge. She hadn't seen her husband in a few simdays, but today was a very special day. Today, Jorge would be coming home.

She smiled thinking about the progress he had made during his rehab program, they had decided that a simlonic month stay in addition to weekly meetings would be the best fit. Jorge was able to take a leave of absence from work since he had saved so much vacation time, and that also meant that he didn't have to reveal to his bosses what was going on. That was a big bonus, since most sims don't want a hostage negotiator with a drinking habit.

Jolie rubbed her arms as the room suddenly became cold. She missed Jorge's daily presence at the house and how he managed to calm any situation that the kids would become entangled in. She didn't know what to do with the children sometimes. They would run around the house, get bad marks in class and have detentions. The others wouldn't talk anymore, their mouths clammed shut since that Christmas morning when they found that their big sister was gone forever and perhaps Santa wasn't real since he couldn't make her stay.

"Why did she have to go, mommy?"

"She went to heaven, baby. She's happier there and doesn't have the pain anymore."

"Didn't she love us? Why did she leave? She wasn't happy here with us? Did I make her mad?"

Jolie didn't know how to answer them and could only hold them and whisper that no, they didn't make her mad and yes, she loved them.

"Why can't heaven share? That way everyone could be happy?"

The kids were seeing a counselor for simlonic monthly sessions, but she still felt like it wasn't enough.

Not when you walk in on your barely teen aged daughter naked with some guy in her room. Especially when said daughter was grounded for life after a tense phone call from the principal that caught her doing the same thing in a utility closet at school.

"How could you do such a thing!" Jolie screamed as Bryant snatched his clothes and ran past her. "You're supposed to be watching your siblings but instead you're up here with some boy!"

"They were fine, it's not like the house was on fire!"

"It doesn't matter! What would your father say?"

"I don't know! Maybe he'd just drink it all away!" She regretted the words as soon as they left her lips.

"Ashlee," Jolie said sitting on the bed, her face worn. "He misses Grace Elise..."

"We all do," Ashlee retorted, "but we're not drinking until we forget."

"So instead you're sleeping with some guy. Is he even your boyfriend?"

"At least he listens to me!" Ashlee screamed before running out the room.

Jolie didn't know where Ashlee ran off to. She didn't see the teen run across the street and into the small cemetary. She didn't see her sit in the mud in front of her sister and crying.

"Why did you have to leave? Everything is so fucked up now."

The stone sat silent, but Ashlee knew Grace Elise was listening. "I still haven't told them about the tattoo. I don't think they'd understand. You like it, right?" she asked shoving her bared ankle towards the stone. "The ribbons on the slipper form a G for your name."

Ashlee sighed, "if you were here you wouldn't call me messed up, or a whore, or any of those things."

She wiped at the angry tears as they spilled over. She hated the stares that started after Grace Elise's death, as if she were fragile and would break. Then the stares were joined by whispers after she and Bryant were found in the closet. It wasn't their first time there, or first time. No, that was in the photo booth at the skating rink, the walls covered with sticky gum as they pushed him inside her. The bright lights and knowing that they could get caught at anytime blocked out the bright red pain.

Bryant wasn't even her only. No, there was the freshman at the university. The one with the blond ponytail and the magic bubble machine, that let her blow without contributing to the pot. The one that said she was beautiful before he took off her top and squeezed her tiny breasts in his hands. There was also his roommate with the spiked hair who walked in on them and watched them as she laid underneath. No words were spoken as the ponytail freshman climbed off of her and his roommate took his place on the bed. He groped her as she sat on the bed, naked and covered with sticky fluids. She was too scared to move, to stop them as their hands moved across her body. She stayed quiet as the roommate squeezed her breasts hard...he didn't call her beautiful. She didn't like him, he was so rough and it hurt as he held her down under him with his weight. She left their room afterwards as they laughed and high-fived each other for their score. She stumbled down the stairs still high on the bubbles and malted nectars, still numb from the drugs that traveled through her veins yet at the same time she yearned for more. She wanted more bubbles to lift her higher and take her away from where she was, she also wanted more of them, for them to call her beautiful again, to say that she shined like the stars, that she was wonderful.

"It was easier when you were here, damn it, why did you leave! Why did you leave me here alone!"

The silent stone seemed to mock her.

"Hey beautiful,"

"Jorge," Jolie breathed as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you more."


Jorge grinned as he watched his children spread over the front yard with their friends.

They were enjoying the warm summer air and the opportunity to play well past dark, all except Ashlee.

She was still on punishment until she turned thirty at least. Jorge frowned recalling his meeting with Bryant, the young man Ashlee had been seen with and how he had discovered the piece of information during a normal family dinner during one of his rare visits home during rehab.

Esther had walked in on Ashlee and managed to tell her father about how she saw Ashlee naked doing things that she thought only married couples were supposed to do. Jolie hadn't seen the guy around much since she caught them in the room that day and she groaned as she imagined what Jorge would probably do to the boy. It only made matters worse that his father was Grex Grey, the same man she had a one night stand with simyears ago and the same man Jorge assaulted. Knowing Jorge, Bryant would be lucky if his body was even found.

"I will literally kill you," Jorge had growled at him.


"Just ask your father," Jorge said, well aware of who his father was and well aware of beating the man almost senseless. "Stay away from my daughter, otherwise I will make you disappear."

He remembered Jolie waiting for him, "You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Not yet, but he has had his fair warning."

Jorge hated that he wasn't around to protect his daughter from the jerk that he was sure Bryant was. If he was around instead of in rehab, his daughter would still be an innocent, not some teenager's plaything to be tossed aside when she wasn't entertaining enough. He hated that he allowed his drinking to take over him. He thought he had it all under control, that everything was balanced, but somewhere along the road, he slipped off the tightrope. The drinking took more and more of his time, of his thoughts, of his efforts.

He really screwed up, he knew that. It was too late, he almost lost his mind and his family trying to retain that balance bewteen the comfort of the bottle and the pressures of his life, which was a harsh critic, a tough crowd to please. It was so much easier before...before everything. He believed in everything and everybody believed in him. He believed in the goodness of sims, the fairness of life and the beauty of the world. He can't take it back and at night, at night it all comes back. It's as if he lives it all over again, that day, that last Christmas, the warm fireplace and the cold skin. He wakes up in a sweat and the dreams leave him shattered on the floor, reaching out for the bottle. If only he knew then, what he knew now.

The counselors said that he wasn't where he was, that he wasn't defined by what he had done. Jolie said that he was still her knight, her prince. Sometimes he believes them, but other times...he thinks of all the things he wished he could share, but can't. The things that he can't speak of. The blood of countless sims that spilled to the ground because of him. The times he screwed up and had to lie to protect himself. The group said that every day is a new day. They said that everyone in the room had messed up as well. The said that today wasn't too late, it wasn't too late to start over, to try again, to be brand new. It didn't erase his yesterdays, the monsters still came for him at night, hiding under his bed and the ghosts of sims that he was responsible for, that he could have saved still haunt him and perhaps the most painful, it didn't bring back his daughter. But it helped, it helped him take one day at a time. It helped him to help regain that balance on his tightrope, not with drinking, but with counting his blessings and what he had, what was still there.

"It's good to have you back," Jolie whispered.

"Yea, I'm a bit tired though."

"It was a long day, we had the Phillips wedding to go to."

Jorge nodded, it was a nice wedding.

A bit strange since it was held in the office of a local gypsy.

He was happy for Alan, he used to work with Jorge when they were both in the military,

but Jorge had moved onto other things and Alan had moved onto journalism. Alan had made visits to Jorge when he found out what had happened. That was one thing Jorge could count on. He would always have three visitors each week, his wife-Jolie, his twin brother-Julio and Alan.

In fact, that's how Alan met Sara, his new wife. Sara had come to the clinic to check a few facts and Alan was there. They literally ran into each other in the elevator and chatted before discovering that they worked at the same newspaper.

Jorge was happy for him, since Alan had given up finding love since he was over thirty,

which is ironic since Sara had given up on love as well for the same reason.

"Yea, it has been a long day."

"I've been thinking...maybe we can use some of my bonus towards a nice little family vacation and maybe a short trip for just the two of us. A second honeymoon, perhaps?"

Jorge smiled, "I still can't believe that happened while I was gone, Queen of Sporks!"

Jolie laughed at his gentle teasing, she could still remember the phone call.

"Jolie, how are you? This is Jo, an agent from Maxis Talent. You have become quite the talk of the town lately - your latest menu has been praised as "a gift from the heavens" and "a miraculous delight." Listen, long story short, some entrepreneurial sims have approached me with some seeming lucrative endorsement deals. I want to present two of them to you, since they stand out from the rest. One investor offers
to put your name on a new brand of indestructible sporks, while another proposes a branded line of combination food processor/fax machines for the busy household. Which one would you like to endorse?"

For Jolie it was an easy desicion, she had a soft spot for sporks ever since those cafeteria lunches in elementary school, so the choice for her is a no-brainer.

She remembered the day of the taping and how she had second thoughts during the taping of the infomercial - "You mean I can eat soup AND meat with the SAME utensil? That's AMAZING!" - she doubted that her acting skills were that great. But she crossed her fingers and hoped for the best. She never imagined that the media would call her the Queen of Sporks, and that she would amass §20,000 for her successful endorsement.

"What do you think?"

"I think a vacation is just what we need."

Jolie got a lucky chance card and won §20,000, which was very nice

Some RL issues have come up which will take away a lot of simming time, but that's a good thing. So posts will be weekly from now on. Thanks for understanding.


  1. Hope everything is ok! Wow, Ashlee definitely needs some counseling, it's only going to get worse. Her dad being home isn't going to help, despite what her mother thinks. I just feel so bad for this whole family, so much tragedy going on :/

    1. I think Ashlee probably needs more than counseling. Curious, why do you think Jorge's being at home wouldn't help? Thanks for reading and commenting!

  2. I think Jorge coming home could help, at least in part. Ashlee is acting out because of Grace Elise's death but also, girls with absent fathers (which Jorge has been lately) often start looking around for any male attention they can get. :\ That's what I thought of when I read about Ashlee and Bryant, as well as the other boys. Poor kid.

    I hope Jorge coming home is a healing step for this whole family. They've been through so much.

    1. That's an interesting slant about the absentee fathers and young girls. I hope this family can start to heal as well. Thanks for commenting and reading!

  3. Wow, your blog posts are getting really intense and into some intense subject material. I feel bad for poor Ashlee. I agree with Mizzgin that she needs some counceling. I hope punishing her and keeping her away from family time isn't going to make things worse. I'm so digusted by those college boys taking advantage of a young girl like that. Someone needs to smack them around

    1. They are getting intense, I plan on doing a BTS post about them soon. Unfortunately there are guys like that out there. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  4. Hey AV, sorry for vanishing - first I couldn't view any blog posts, then I had major hood troubles... anyway, this is just to say that you won't be hearing any more updates from Kulo Seeri. The Nuidya culture has outgrown the limitations of the game, so I've decided to move on to a new (also non-modern) hood and write books about the Nuidya. For the purpose of story continuity within the Simmiverse, let's just say they've become nomads.

    I'll still be around though, probably set up a new blog, and I'll still be reading and commenting and catching up on everything I've missed. Looks like things are really heating up in your hood, in this household at least. I look forward to reading how things develop from here (wouldn't like to be in their shoes, though!)

    - VT

    1. Wow, lots of changes for you and your blog, can't wait to see the new one. Thanks for commenting and reading .

  5. I'm happy and sad all at the same time. Happy that Jorge is back with his family because they need him so much but said that Ashlee is taking things so hard. Poor girl, needs some serious counseling.

    1. Jorge family does need him desperately, in fact they need each other so much, but they're blind to that for the most part. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  6. I loved your writing in this update. I need to go back and catch up with your other posts. Such a sad thing to happen to this family, their daughter's death. But you are doing a wonderful job of telling the fall out from her death and how each family member is dealing with it. Beautifully done. And that was a very unique and fun wedding!

    1. Thank you ^_^ I had a lot of fun doing the wedding, it was spured on by a chance card that had Jorge bring a newly wedded coworker home and Alan was it. Thanks for commenting and reading.

  7. Great update, a lot of issues being dealt with.

    I hope Jorge can keep his sobriety and that he can help Ashlee stop her downward spiral. She's on a path that can lead some really bad places.

    1. Ashlee's path doesn't appear to end very well and hopefully her family can intervene before it's too late. Thanks for reading and commenting.

  8. I've had some catching up to do (most of the post from January). This was really intense and very well written. You are not afraid to write about some serious subjects, and I like that very much. Things simlish can get a little too cosy sometimes.
    On to the posts from February ...

    1. Take your time catching up, I hope that the posts are a decent mix of heavy and light. The heavy posts take a lot longer to get out and are honestly more painful to write most times, so thank goodness for the lighthearted ones. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

  9. Oh wow, I feel for Ashley. Having lost grace elise and then Jorge having let himself go. I hope thisfamily can get some better times, the monetary winnings is a nice start.

    1. Yea, it's ironic how they both turned to external sources to soothe their grief, thanks for reading and commenting!


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