Bite The Needle

Part 7: Be my baby?

Ella came trembling out into the waiting room, "I have cancer," she said. Tyson replied, taking Ella's hand in his, "I'm not going to say I told you so but I kind of did, and I cannot tell a lie," Ella rubbed her pale pink lips together nervously."What stage?" Tyson prompted. "They have to do staging tests it will take a while for everything to comeback but they said it was advanced," Ella said coldly, with contrasting lukewarm tears slowly melding with her makeup. "Wow,I don't know what to say," Tyson paused.  Ella cleared her throat,"Save the sentiment for a Taylor Swift song, we've got to get back to work." Brushing the tears off her mocha skin, Ella gathered her dignity and her stilettos and strutted back to the office.

"Alright people, get your asses up and try to look like you're doing something productive! I need these fall designs finished up for production, and then we need to start on my collection for the States Runway. States' is career breaking or making, if you screw up, you're done!" Ella screamed into the workroom.

"Actually," Mandy said, "I am, we're all done, done with your shit!" Ella's smirk quickly turned into a demonic grimace.

"If I throw a stick, will you all leave?"Ella asked nonchalantly laughing afterwards.

"Oh so we're dogs now?" Mandy screeched.

"Oh you got it, who's a smart girl, yes who's a smart girl-fetch," Ella said sweetly, throwing her scarf across the room.

"I see how much you care, you know what, and you're nothing more than a flea. At least we don't die off so easily, you blood sucking bitch!"

"Okay," Ella smiled as she got a cigarette out of her purse, and lit it up, filling the room with the unsettling fragrance of tobacco.

Mandy blinked in dismay, "All you do is bitch at us every day, nothing is ever good enough for you, you treat us like slaves, well guess what honey you're the only black person here. "

Ella laughed.

"Oh it just got real," Tyson sounded from behind.

"Are you even listening to us?" Mandy asked cocking her head erratically.

"Oh no- no, I'm listening, it just takes a while to process so much stupid," Ella said.

Mandy threw her sewing kit onto the floor sending pens and needles sprawling across the floor.

"Aw, aren't you having a cute little tantrum," Tyson laughed.

"Stay out of this she's done corrupted your mind, what is she screwing you or something," Mandy yelled.

"Gross," Ella and Tyson yelled in unison.

Mandy rolled her eyes, "Just stay out of this, and quit defending her."

"Why, what you gonna do, hit me with your baby rattle?" Tyson chuckled, "Why must you make a scene, just take your army of minions and walk out of here, no need to get in a bitch brawl with your boss, I don't think there's a spot on a resume for that or racist slang..."

"Fine, let's go guys," Mandy said.

"Do we get our paychecks?" the others asked hesitantly.

 

"Let's go!" Mandy screamed!

 

"Let's go! Corn puffs," Tyson mocked afterwards. Ella looked at Tyson like an idiot. "What? Haven't you ever watched despicable me...the minions," Tyson flashed a smile. Ella sighed, "Just more shit I have to deal with, no workers, and damn!" 

"Hey I can sew you know!" Tyson said as his thumbs danced across his phones screen. "See," he said sticking his phone in Ella's face. "Whoa! You did those?" Ella said, her mouth forming a slight 'O'. "They're gorgeous," she continued. "You show me the design, and I'll make them!" "Deal, I already think I have an idea for the runway, you order some diamonds, metal studs, and grey and teal chiffon, silver zippers, and black leather, let's say 20 yards of everything " Ella said, her mind drifting, "Use the company card."

Just then the sound Ella's Pikachu tone went off.

"Where r u," Linda had sent.

"Oh shit! I forgot! I'm coming," Ella typed back.

"Really Pikachu?" Tyson asked, chuckling in between.

"Don't judge me," Ella said, slapping the Visa card into Tyson's hands.

"7 tomorrow," Tyson prompted.

"Yeah, 7am sharp," Ella said, with her body half out the door.
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"Mmm purple is definitely your sexy color," Linda said grabbing Ella's hand.
"Yeah," Ella smiled.
"What's wrong?" Linda asked, noticing Ella's subtle speaking.
Fear creeped into Ella's eye sockets. Should she tell her, or not? She couldn't lie, but she was not about to look weak in front of a person who had not yet earned her respect.
Ella took a breath, running her dark red nails through her fro.
"Just stupid doctors appointment, let's not worry about it," Ella said leaning over and  planting a kiss on Linda's neck.
"You sure babe," Linda asked concerned.
"Yeah I'm sure, and did you just call me babe?" Ella asked, kissing her on the lips.
"Be my baby and let's drink it off," Linda winked.
"Don't feel like going out," Ella said.
"Who said we'd have to go out," Linda smirked, as she caught Ella by the jaw,"besides I wanna stay in just as much as you do."
"Since when does McDonalds sell gallon jugs of vodka?" Ella joked.
Linda parted her lips away from Ella's as she spoke," Come on let's go to Wally World and pick up a few bottles of cheap champagne and head to the Hilton."
"Aren't we going to your place? Don't you wanna take me home," Ella smirked.
"Um it's under construction, i don't wanna hear drills, all I wanna hear is us," Linda smiled seductively.
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"So cheers to the amazing comeback you dished to the cashier," Linda proposed, letting her wine glass linger in the air. Ella clanked her glass to Linda's, missing, sending dark red droplets onto the hotels prestige silk sheets. "Cheers indeed," a drunken Ella gurgled. "My dear you're drunk," Linda said. "I know, I'm drunk, I'm rude, I have cancer, I'm a mess, don't you love it mommy," Ella said, falling back onto the bed. "You have cancer!" Linda shrieked, "What stage?"

Ella searched the ceiling for answers in her drunken state. "Four or five," she finally answered. "There's not a five, so four?" Linda said in her clear mind. "Sure there is, it's called being a corpse," Ella said taking a swig of wine. "My god Ella," Linda said. "I am dying, how rich is life?" Ella asked. "Rich as a Ritz cracker, if you stay strong," Linda said,it's  terminal are you even going to attempt treatment." "You know what I don't need you saying shit like that, I'm not going to die," Ella said.

"You are," Linda said looking Ella square in the eye. "You know what that may be so, but I am rich, my life will rich, if it's my last dying breath I'm not going to spend it with negative Nancy's, I am fabulous, I am invincible,"Ella said stumbling to the bathroom. "I'm sorry babe, I mean we can live it up! We can go to Paris, or Milan and live the high life, live like we're going to die young!" Ella looked at Linda with her midnight eyes. "No I'm going to win worlds runway!" Ella said in a tone mimicking a toddlers. "Why? Is everything about winning?" Linda asked. "No only when you're going up against conniving bloody bitch from hell!"

"Oh," Linda said.
"Besides I have too good of an idea," Ella said hiccuping barbarically.
Linda spoke,tossing her red hair back and sipping her wine, "What kind of idea love?"
"Well I've been working on something all day, see the idea is garage glam, and think that I'm gonna include you know I was just thinking, uh, cancer ribbons and studs," Ella said while her royal purple tinted eyelids drooped.
"Well that sounds like a great way to capture people's hearts," Linda perked, laying her red hair out of her glass.

"Well I got some rough sketches on my tablet, but they're top secret," Ella put her finger to her mouth, giggling all the way,"so no touchy touchy."
"Of course, can't have anyone leaking pics to competitors or anything like that," Linda said, taking Ella's finger from her mouth and putting it to her lips,
"But I can touch the wonderous wizard who came up with it, ,can't I?"

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"If you know how to be my lover, you can be my baby//be my baby and drive me crazy"

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