Over the next week and a half George called me almost every other day. I could imagine to any thirteen year-old at the time It would of been a dream come true. However we often spoke of nothing but him.He liked motorcycles had a crush on catherine zeta-jones at the times . I believe he said she was stunning, I agreed because its true. He told me he was into motorcycles , he liked certain vintage ones like in easy rider. Peter Fonda was a an idol to him .He repeated the question if I fully understood who he was and he was actually somewhat disturbed about my passive reaction. I simply didnt care I was being forced , I was told by Dr. Swaney that if I spoke to his "sons" on the phone, I would feel better .
" MONIQUE ..I dont care who calls...WHOEVER IT IS YOU ANSWER!!!!!" That one month in the hospital was almost hell . I had all sorts of phone-calls in the middle of the night . People , usually men, called drunk , high, or simply out of their mind. I mean people , young adults like Pete Wentz would call to harass me saying they had killed my father and anybody I got attached to they would kill again. Even Hayley 16 at the time had Greg call me and made me stay on the phone once to talk to her through speaker. She had been calling , early in the morning before she went to bed , threatening to kill anybody who was calling from this number. To leave her "daddy" alone . So this tried my patience she ended up screaming again and I hung up the phone immediately.
Greg rarely called me . Or maybe he was the guy half of the time in the middle of the night, I dont think I'll ever really know the whole truth. Well as George became more and more comfortable,( or pissed at my fairly placid reaction), began speaking in vague terms.
" Monique ..what if I told you that some of us men in Hollywood had a ..like.. on-going joke."
" Seems something normal amongst chums." I remember eating buffalo wings. " Anyway what is the joke ...sorry about my mother sending back the orchids."
"I was wondering who did that . Can you tell me why she did that ."
" She came in and she looked at them said why werent you sending her flowers . The next morning they where gone , I cried , thats why I didn't pick up yesterday ..sorry."
"Well I had no idea ..."
" I know ...so is that why you've been calling, you need help planning the joke ?"
" Well it seems all to easy... now. Um so.... tell me do you have plans for the future?"
" No , I am actually hoping to die ..you know of cancer ."
"Monique , you have only one leg dont you?"
" Yes how many do you have ?"
" I am lucky I have both. Sop- I mean Monique do you tell your friends ....ah.. you know about me?"
" What friends? You mean the walls?"
" YOU...uh... well this joke is more of a bet ."
"You mean a prank ?"
" More like a series ..of ..pranks . I almost feel sorry for this person."
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