They each took their normal seat inside the family’s Yukon. Jared behind the driver, Gravity behind him. Augusta behind her mother Felicity. No one sat shotgun beside the driver and no one spoke. It appears there is nothing left to say. It has all been laid bare inside a conference room at the lawyers office. To the tune of $1200 per hour, everything that could have been asked of the girls was asked. Testimony was polished. Confessions made. Bail paid. And there they were, on the 101 freeway in a midday traffic jam.
“I just want to know one thing.” Felicity said after half of the ride had gone by. Everyone groaned and shifted in their seats. Feeling immediately trapped. The leather beneath them squealing beneath sweaty knees.
“They already said their piece.” Jared said softly to Felicity as he rested his hand on her knee.
“No.” Felicity sucked in air. “What they said was, they don’t actually know what happened. All they did was take a shit on our set …they don’t know how the fire started. I want to know why !”
“Does that really matter?” Jared asked.
“Yeah Mom…” Gravity and Augusta chimed in. “It doesn’t really matter.”
Felicity whipped around in her seat.”Of course it matters. You ungrateful shits!” The twins flinched. Jared blanched.
“Felicity!” Jared scolded. “Watch your mouth -”
“You know what …I’m sick of this. All of this. Sick of coddling the hell out of you two…What you did was horrible! Unforgivable! Your spoiled rotten actions cost a man his life! His Life!” she was screaming at this point and the tears that had previous eluded her were falling freely from her eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand “You’re all acting like this is some sort of game. Some little ‘oopsie’ that we can just make disappear because of who we are….”
“Mom! Calm down!” Augusta warned.
“It’s not an oopsie god dammit!” Felicity was sucking in her breath fast almost hyperventilating “It’s not going to disappear” sobbing now “from… your… soul! You’re murderers! Murderers!”
“Mom!” Gravity cried.
The driver casually exited off the 101 at the Hollywood Bowl. It was a premature exit but the heat in the Yukon was escalating to a level so high, he thought a breather might be necessary in the very immediate future. Not a moment later Jared suggested they pull over. The girls were screaming at Felicity. Felicity was screaming at them and Jared was unsure exactly how to rein any of them in.
Oxygen. That was his only suggestion.
“Let’s walk.” he ordered and he opened Felicity’s door for her from the inside. “You two stay here.” He told the girls “And just…hang tight for a min?” he said to the driver who nodded his head. He shuffled Felicity out the door with a shove of his hip bones.
“Felicity?” Jared spoke softly. “I know you’re upset but I mean…You can’t say shit like that to the kids. You just can’t.”
“Oh I can’t?”
“No. It’s not right.”
“I’m sorry. Are we really going to debate semantics when our children, YOUR children, have killed a man?”
“You know as well as I do that they weren’t trying to kill anyone.” he whispered.
“That’s right. They were just trying to hurt ….me! And Carlos….Mr DeLeon…just got in the way of their revenge on ME…right?”
“You heard Lester. They were acting out and it got out of control….beyond their control.”
“Bad shit happens when you’re being a bad kid!”
“They’re not bad kids.” Jared urged Felicity to take a seat on the curb. At first she refused but her emotions were sucking all of her energy out of her swiftly. Her knees were ready to buckle beneath her. Jared fanned her face with his hands. “You’re going to have a panic attack. Calm down.”
“I am calm.”
“Ok. Ok.” Jared looked around them. They were ironically close to the Universal Lot. A trick of the senses or perhaps reality made him pick up on the scent of burnt lumber. He needed to get them out of here. If not for the proximity to the crime but to the fact that they were two A-listers sitting on a curb on the side of the road. A few dog walking lookie loos were already taking notice. “We have to get back in the car.”
“I don’t know if I can.” Felicity said. But she stood up anyway. “How can you look at them knowing what they’ve done?”
“They’re still our children.”
“But who are they? That’s not who we raised.”
“But it is Felicity. It is.”
Jared and Felicity climbed back into the Yukon. Gave the driver the ok to go ahead and they were back in the traffic in a matter of moments. Jared held Felicity’s hand tightly in his but they both stared out opposite windows. No more words were said.