𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 - 𝘄.𝗿.

iii. 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘆?

THE GROUPIES:
DAISY & IRIS JONES

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PARTIES BACK in the seventies weren't as good as people made them out to be. if there wasn't strong booze and drugs floating around, then you were more bored out of your mind then you ever thought you could be.

iris stayed placed on her boyfriends hip, his arm around her waist as he talked to one of his fathers colleagues. iris was sipping on her mimosa looking around at all the other people at this party; when she noticed someone from afar looking at her with confused eyes.

she turns back to matthew and says, "i'm going to get a refill," she says pointedly to her drink, "be right back." she smiles as he kisses her on the cheek.

she walks away and approaches this said woman and says, "do i know you from somewhere?"

"no, i don't think so. you're ophelia jones right?" she asks,

"yes, but just call me iris." she smiles warmly, "not trying to sound rude or anything, but is there a reason that you've been staring at me for the past 30 minutes?"

the woman laughs, "my name is simone jackson, im a friend of your sister daisy." daisy? "i was thinking that you were her for a good solid minute until i actually seen that it was you."

"i- i'm sorry? daisy?"

daisy was the nickname that iris had given her older sister when she was young because it was hard for her to say "margaret". because of this, daisy started calling ophelia "iris". nobody else called them by those nicknames even though they both hugely preferred them, they were always "margaret and ophelia".

"yeah, she goes by daisy instead of margaret, i guess."

"you said you were a friend of hers, do you know where she is right now?" i wonder if simone knows that she ran from home three years ago.

"honestly, daisy is everywhere. it's kind of hard to keep track of her because she's just going anywhere and everywhere." simone smiles,

"how is she? is she doing good?"

"you should know, she talks to you all the time."

"i haven't talked to my sister in three years, simone." simone's face falls, "she hasn't been home, i haven't seen her, she doesn't call or anything. so please, just let me know if my sister is healthy."

"oh... she uh... she tells me that you and her are close, that you talk all the time, i'm sorry. but daisy, shes good. she isn't the healthiest-" iris cuts her off,

"is she still on drugs?" the desperation in her voice aches at simone's heart. simone was telling her the truth when she said that daisy talked about iris all the time, talking about how close they've been since she moved out. she didn't know that daisy was lying to her, but looking at the tears brimming up in iris' eyes, and the heaviness of her voice told simone everything she needed to know.

"she does drugs still yes," iris murmurs a vivid fuck and rubs her forehead, "but it's only coke and pills. she usually only does cocaine when she's at parties."

"and the pills? are they oxys?"

"yeah... but she's got it under control. when i first met her, last year it was way worse than it is now. she's getting better, iris, i promise." which wasn't the whole truth. daisy was still bad with drugs, but simone wasn't telling her that.

"yeah... yeah, okay."

they both stood there for a while talking about a few other things before matthew came back to iris and pulled her away from simone.

INTERVIEWER: what do you think was so significant to that party? was it the talk with simone?

IRIS JONES (singer, songwriter): honestly, yes and no. i was more upset over the fact my sister was still on drugs than i was anything. daisy was still alive, she was still breathing and living a good life minus the pills and coke. that's why i didn't make a big deal about it.

i hate to admit this, but you said you wanted to know everything; i didn't want to see my sister all that much either. i was still mad at her. i was a teenage girl who had absolutely no one when she left, so when i heard that she was "good", and i heard she hadn't changed at all, i was so infuriated.

i wholeheartedly believed that my sister was leaving to get better, i believed that she was somewhere out in the world making some good for herself, and she was to a point. but not in the way i thought she was.

let me tell you a secret; the only reason daisy got hooked on drugs in the first place was because of me. but nobody in this world will ever tell you that, not even her. when we were about... hmm... nine and twelve, our dad had a little get together for his colleagues. one of them, jim, was a real good friend of his. they grew up together.

to be completely honest with you, jim was a bad bad man. he was more than just a friend to me, but i won't get to into detail with that. anyway, when jim had come into my room that night before he left, instead of just doing what he usually did, he gave me a bag of coke.

and yes, i was nine. i remember exactly what he told me, he said, "next time you think about me, i want you to take this exactly how i showed you, and do exactly what i told you."

so... the next day, instead of crying over what he does to me, i went into my sisters room and asked her to do the coke with me. and she didn't ask me why, she didn't ask me where i got it, she didn't ask any questions. she just did it with me.

it was until she got out of the high of it and she figured out that she loved the feelings that it gave her. i'll tell you right now, i absolutely hated it. hated it. i've done drugs since, obviously. i mean it was the seventies at that time, but daisy was infatuated.

she asked me the next day after that where i got them and i had no idea how to tell her. she never knew the kinds of things jim did to me, and i was never planning on telling her. i wasn't even ten years old yet. so i had to tell her that i got them from a walk i had went on a few days before.

she didn't question it because i'd never lied to her before. i never planned too, but how could you tell your older sister that the man she looked at as a father was your abuser? you just couldn't.

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LILLY SPEAKS !

this one is a lil... deep

i hope this makes sense, i
didn't want to put right day what
happened with jim, you guys can
use ur imagination 👀

i love you all, & if i don't see ya'
good morning, good evening, & goodnight!