The Mark Of The Beast

1. Growing up Chandler POV: Shannon Alexis Chandler

Sometime's life throws curve balls that cause brief psychotic break disorder since the only rational explanation I could come up with is I must be losing my damned ever-loving mind. Well sure I'm surrounded by plenty of 2nd opinions that are really sure I'm the opposite of bat s**t crazy. I'm in fact sane as ever. Idk if I'm delusional or if they are delusional or if we all have the saw mental illness. Maybe. Malaria? Well, probably not that. It doesn't seem likely, there would be a number of lunatics suffering from the same delusional episode. The fine line between reality and a straight jacket is really just starting to fade altogether.

Maybe I'm speaking out of frustration and anger since I didn't volunteer for this. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. My boyfriend and so-called best friend's from grade school turned out not to be so much my friends or anything to me but scum that is probably going to burn in hell. Since hell is real and they are the fucktard's that dabbled with some bad juju.

My so called small circle of friends. Ine of those so called friends is my boyfriend since Jr year in high school, They all live some kind of secret life or something, I wasn't in the know about. Probably because I'm so not cool with this situation right now. So I probably wouldn't have been into it b4 hand either.I can see why I was kept in the dark. I'm pretty sure nobody that is anybody know's what they do behind secret closed doors to hidden rooms. If I would have known I wouldn't have been there or anywhere near there. Abernathy Estate!. Oh please, that's Salem's Lot for sure.

I guess I better get to the long and short of it. I'll start with the short of it since I didn't know the length of it to start with. It's still questionable If this is reality or am I going crazy to hell in a handbasket. You will see what I mean.

It Starts...

So...James was supposed to pick me up when class was out. He was nowhere to be found. Not nothing to panic over, it ain't like Dreamy James Abernathy hasn't been known to get f****d up and f**k off being on any schedule.

On a cocktail of pill's and meth, or coke...for all I know both and/or chugging down the vodka. He always has at least a pint on him. He always has problems. Some Rehab and head shrink qualified issues for sure. I know because I know him.

I have been playing Ken and Barbie since I was 17, We are High school sweethearts and meant to be together act or whatever you wanna call it. I've been playing it for too long. Some days I feel it wearing on me already and I'm sure he won't ever pay me the kindness of just dumping me. He will play it all the way to the white wedding and death will do us part after James has tormented me all my life.

James is a hand full, I can tell you that, and a hot mess under multiple influences constantly. He doesn't have a vice of choice. He has vices of choice and is more often than none he is 2 f****d up to be reliable to keep his word or be where he says he will be at a said time. Besides the fact, he only cares about himself and what he wants to be doing at the moment. Don't dare call him on his bullshit or he will pick on somebody my size like me cuz he likes to pick on me. I find it easier to just shut up and go along with his flow. Even when he sounds and behaves straight up Nuts. He likes to get out there, "Trippin" as it is called, I guess. Acid, LSD, PCP. Idk for sure but I do know I dont get down with it and have no intentions to get down with it, not ever. I've taken a few kinds of pill's he gives me often and I've snorted a line or so to keep him as docile as I could for that time being. Rarely do I even drink to the point of buzzed. I don't even need all five of my fingers, on one hand, to count how many times I've actually been drunk. 1 or 2 times at the max.

Drugs and Drinking are in vain since it is to appease the rat bastard that is James Abernathy or to be able to put up with James Abernathy. The heir to the Abernathy mountain of money he will inherit. blah. blah. blah. I lost interest a long time ago, like a few years ago but he likes talking about himself that it doesn't bore him to go on and on about being an Abernathy.

It's not like I'm from poverty or anything. In the Material sense, I can say Life has been comfortable and nice, lavish, extravagant. There has always been way more than plenty of it as long as money could buy it; That is.

I'm the heiress to everything and anything that says Chandler on it in this city and every other city, because my dad is Mr. Chandler. It's not the grand fortune of millions that James stands to inherit but Chandler's come from money too. I'm not real enamored by my last name or the Chandler net worth nor am I easily impressed with my last name and it's net worth. I'm just kind of over it for a while now.

I'm kinda over this whole lifestyle. Im over James Abernathy. Hell, I'm over being Shannon Alexis Chandler to be honest. My dad really wanted a son, and I was born when having girl baby's, and giving them boy names was trending in the newborn baby world, I'm so over the name Shannon. My middle name is Alexis, it came from a daytime TV soap opera. It was something my mom and her frenemies were into watching hardcore. Idk really don't dig drama not even daytime soap opera drama. I'm not really close with either of my parents. Neither is James or my BFF Kelsey or anybody else in our small circle. I don't think our peers from this class of society are close to their parents. All our parents are closer to their money than their kids. There is a lot of absenteeism to be living under the same roof with our parents.

My parents and The Abernathy's are sorts of business-friendly, sort of something to the effect of their relationship is financially and socially beneficial to both sets of parent's and My money-hungry mother isn't content with her life of luxury she has lived for 21 years now.

She pushes me to bow down to James and is always enthused to remind me to reel him in. Hook, line, and sinker by marriage license without a prenup.

Well, James is a drug addict, a drunk and he is abusive and isn't ever sorry. He's possessive and Controlling and jealous for having chronic cheating problem. From time to time James and my mother of all the people in the free world could booty call other than each other. Well, James just leaves an awful taste in my mouth, in every way.

My mom disgust's me to no end because I mean WTF?...

I've caught them. They think they have me convinced otherwise. It wasn't what it looked like on more than one occasion. Hey, whatever helps them sleep at night...

See why I'm not falling apart over James is "No Show Jones" to pick me up even tho it was his idea and demand would be more like it.

Since he was willing to throw a fit if I would have persisted on "I can just drive me, pick me up from home so I don't have to leave my car on campus. Besides if we are going out tonight. I need to shower and get ready and all that so I'll need to go home after class".

he wasn't having it so I said "Fine whatever you know where to pick me up and what time class gets out. See you then. G2G." and left it at that.

Now he is nowhere to be found since his phone is going straight to voicemail like he turned it off or he usually just forwards my number straight to voicemail and ignores my texts till he feels like bothering me.

Good thing I got my own ride. Thank you daddy dearest. I can drive myself. Since I can't just choc it up to he's just f****d up from partying his ass off or f*****g some slut like my mother. (Sometime's he f***s poor unsuspecting victims that fall for his game when he's just playing them.)

He doesn't know I can track his phone's location from my phone at any time and I do it too f*****g often. He doesn't know I catch him lying every other day. I've been dealing with this s**t since I was 17. We are in college and going to be 22. I'm so fed up. He needs to grow up. I'm tired of trying to be THE grown up.

I'm not happy. I'm just doing all of this to make my parents happy. To make James happy??...ok, as far as James goes, that's to make my life somewhat easier due to the fact James Abernathy can and will make life hard as hell by any and all means not to mention he might brake a rib, black an eye or both eyes. I mean my rib or my eyes.My mother says just don't do whatever makes him hit me.

My dad is too diluted to see what's right in front of him. Which means choosing my battles with James carefully and walking on eggshells and just letting him treat me like s**t.

I mosey along to my car. I got in it and started it up. Called again, Still no answer, no reply. His phone GPS says he is at home. So I guess I'm heading toward the Abernathy Estate. It's huge, they have a mansion that covers so much ground and in the past James like today didn't show for whatever. Mad as hell I GPS'd his phone that was showing he was home and since he gets loaded of his ass to the point where he can't function to use a phone, or make coherent sentences and when he passes out were a train wreck and nuclear war probably can't wake him.

Twice now, Nothing but Narcan kept him alive to wake up at all. I found him overdosed and alone in a house so big that a full staff of maids, cooks, butlers, waiters, personal assistant's shoppers, trainers, etc. plus his parents were in whatever quarters they live in.

Yet I find him alone and damn near dead 2 different times I say luckily he made me that mad that I went looking for him, but I don't know if he sees it that way since his actions seem to scream the opposite.

I'm not in love with him and I dont think I even like him as a person and he sucks for a boyfriend and I'm sure he's gonna suck at being somebody's husband someday.

Yet I don't wish him to be dead and feel compelled to go check on this fool to make sure he ain't dead or just an inch from death.

To my relief, I didn't find James anywhere in need of 911. I just didn't find him anywhere at all. His GPS says he is here but I didn't find him or his phone. I found his wallet with to much cash to safely carry on his person and all his cards still in it. He's known to forget to leave home with it if he's already 3 sheets to the wind. He left evidence he was in his bedroom getting high sometime earlier. The staff doesn't know, hasn't seen him, think he left but his car was in the driveway, not inside the garage, and the keys were with his wallet.

Finally, I say Screw him and tell the maid to tell him I was here and to answer my text or call me back ASAP since he got me worried when he stood me up and won't answer my texts or call's to even say he's not on death's doorstep.

As I was on my way back to the main front door where my car was parked out front. I was ready to go. It seems like a long damn walk once you get to the main hallway like walking the green mile or something. Never understand why the more money people have the more unnecessary amount of space they need to live at home and how many unnecessary f**k ton amount of unused rooms they think they gotta have.

Filled with unused furniture and whatever else ain't nobody using due to nobody stays in the spare room's since the family ain't that big at all.

I also don't know what the hell happened at this point. All I know is I didn't make it that far I don't think. It was so wired. So fuzzy. So Blurry. So anything but crystal clear 20/20 vision. It felt like I inhaled fire. I remember taking a breath and my lungs felt full of hot blistering burning pain. I tried to exhale and inhale again. I couldn't even scream when I opened the mouth to scream. I let out a gasp but no screams or voice for the word's like 911 or Help. Just gasps as I held my hands to my chest and clawed at my chest and bottom part of my throat. WTF? is happening! Was all I could think and What do I do? I can't do anything other than probably look like Im seizing or something.

I felt like my whole body weighed the same as 2 tons of bricks. I could see the floor slowly getting closer to my face as blurred and distorted my vision was slowly dimming getting fuzzier and darker like my eyelids must have been getting heavier and heavier.

The burning blistering sensation had slowly started spreading as if being pumped through my bloodstream by my heart. My site getting darker, till it all finally went black. I think I felt my body thud against something maybe...

The floor I would have to guess. All I could see was pitch black but it seemed like my mind was slowly creeping and inching toward the fall into unconsciousness. In a lingering slow-motion state, void of sight. Where everything sounded far away and the muffled,unintelligible word's I can't make out what was being said or who said it. I thought maybe it was a woman's voice. Figuring it was a maid or some hired help most likely, horrified by whatever is happening to me. Calling for help hopefully. Then finally, in that very moment, my brain finally went pitch black like my site as I fell over the edge into unconsciousness.