[voicemail] with poppy bloom.

to : poppy
22/11/2017 ― 22:40

Hi Poppy, it's Corny. I know it's late but... I had the worst shitty day in the whole world. Guess what, Basil was a total jerk tonight, and I just needed someone to talk to, you were my last resort and contact. Hope you're having a great week so far. Alright, call me later.

to : cornelia (appel)
22/11/2017 ― 23:23

Ok, I'm having a bath right now. Candles, bubbles, the whole thing. My mind is purified. Hit me, what's the big bad boss done this time?

to : poppy (call)
22/11/2017 ― 23:25

I should probably follow your example. But, ugh. So, a guy made a complaint because I slapped him. But he touched my ass. And Basil told me I shouldn't hit clients. Why not? It was my ass, not his. And now I'm so pissed.
I mean, on a scale of one to ten, how bad is he? I mean Basil, of course.

to : cornelia (appel)

You do not want me to answer that question. Hell, I don't even want me to answer that question. I'm sure my answer would surprise both of us.
But he's right though. You shouldn't hit clients. Especially considering you have access to their drinks! Arsenic in the beer, dear. So much more effective.

to : poppy (call)

I'm taking this for a ten. It's settled.
The next Glenfiddich he takes, will be spiced up then. And yes, I mean Basil.
Why am I wasting my time thinking about what he did or said? That guy has a way to get under skin fast, doesn't he? The cliché of the bad boy with no heart.
I dated too many of'em, it's quite sad actually.

to : cornelia (appel)

Oh wow. Hm... Yeah. I guess. I'm just -
...
Uh, by the way, are you ever going to tell me what you ran away from, in London? You did offer me the most thoughtful gift I've ever got on the very first time we met, and now we're chatting while I'm in the bath, so I do feel like we're past keeping secrets at this point. Are we?

to : poppy (call)

Of course we are! So much I might go in the bath with you. Though on mine, not yours. You get it.
I hope you have very strong alcohol darling, it's not pretty. But that, you know.
So, after my grandmother died, I went to Oxford. Met my best friend Etta, but also Weston, by ex-husband. He was this bad boy, the one you can't resist and melt for everytime he looks at you. He flirted with me, hard. And even after some girls came to tell me he was bad news, we hit it off. It went very fast. Asked me after six months, got married on our first anniversary. We spent another year happy. That's when things got out of hands.
He and his mates had this reunion thing, and of course, I went. I brought Etta with me, lord knows why, worst decision. There was another girl, there. I didn't want to drink, to many posh assholes. So did Etta. But that girl, oh she hit it hard. Heather, she's called. They started playing these games of "would you rather kiss me or him". And it got to the point of: "would you rather get burned there or there". Twisted stupid little games. We tried to help her, but they threatened us to make us play too. After my cries, they stopped and told me to take care of her, but also, that if I went to the hospital or the police, Etta and I were in for a treat.
We fixed her, she thanked us and everything. But after what happened, all this horror, I was barely keeping it together. I started sleeping at Etta's and after a few months decided it was best to divorce from Wes who I grew terrifed of. We then decided to get the fuck out. I entered the words: "scottish place where no one will ever find you" and this town popped up. We moved after getting our diplomas.
I still have nightmares, night terrors. I don't think I'll ever be able to love someone again. Not after everything.

to : cornelia (appel)

Oh, Cornelia...
Did-
...
...
I read this line in a poem once: "When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it." It struck a chord. I don't know why. And-
I'm so sorry you had to fall in love with a monster.

to : poppy (call)

I'm alright, it's ok now. Really.
He wasn't a monster to me. I just- I'm trying so hard to remember him good. Unfortunately it never works.
....
But what were going to ask? You said "did" and stopped. Don't be scared to ask questions. No secrets.

to : cornelia (appel)

Did you ever stop loving him?

to : poppy (call)

My love for him was replaced by my fear. And there wasn't enough space for both.
...
Just for your information, I'm now in the bath. And dear god, it feels nice. I work way too much. Oh, have you made up your mind yet on selling the house?

to : cornelia (appel)

I have. I will not sell the house. I realised I would fall into deep deep depression if my darling greenhouse was to be torn down or abandoned. I am still unsure whether to move, though, and just leave the house empty for a while. I'll keep you posted.
Hope the warm water'll get the imprint of that pig's hand off of your derriere, honey. So people actually do that? To waitresses? In this day and age? How medieval.

to : poppy (call)

I'm glad! And like I said, London can open it's arms for you. Maybe we could go on a trip with Reese. Like a spa trip? I would much rather go back visiting the house with people I trust, anyways.
Lots of scrubs helped too. You'd be surprised. A guy kissed me while I was closing, of course, since it was close, I slapped him. To be honest, the only decent person there, and it even surprises me to say this, is Basil.
...
Is he a disease or something? I've seen a lot of girls under his... charm. Is it the bad boy look? Spill the tea.

to : cornelia (appel)

I've got two words for you: Bar. Owner.
Who needs charm when you own the booze?

to : poppy (call)

Booze and money. Is that really what girls wants these days?
I would rather stab myself in the eye than be all fangirl over a man.
Enough talking about Basil, I see him litteraly every day. Wait, brilliant idea, you can come take my place for a day. Guarantee you'll need a break afterwards. "Cornelia, is there enough Glenfiddich?" There's always enough Glenfiddich. He's the only one who actually drink that.

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