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24 August 2007 @ 12:01 am
Don't Judge Me So Harsh Little Girl (2/?)  
Title: Don't Judge Me So Harsh Little Girl
Author: Ash
Rating: PG-13 and R
Summary: It's 1975 and Micky Dolenz is divorced and living the party life. Rita is a young woman on the L.A. scene. When the two meet, their lives are forever changed...
Warnings: Implied Sexual Content (Het)
Genre: Real-Life
Pairing: Micky/OFC
Notes: The title of the story is from a song by Tori Amos called "Playboy Mommy," in case any were wondering. There may be some historical inaccuracies in this work of fiction in either general, or in Micky Dolenz history. I apologize for them.

Part 2

I could just make out her face now- her white skin ethereal, long dark hair billowing out behind as she ran bright eyes and teeth smiling. She came towards me, arms outstretched and I heard someone call a name ‘Hannah,’ it sounded like a man. I turned and suddenly felt piercing pain in my stomach. I doubled over, pressing my hands to my belly, taking them away they were covered in blood…

I woke up covered in sweat with a retching nausea. Getting up quickly, I ran from my bed to the bathroom holding my stomach. As I stuck my head over the toilet bowl, I spilled everything out in a heap. It was so powerful I gasped and collapsed back against the wall on the floor. I closed my eyes and wiped my mouth, breathing heavily and praying I wouldn’t vomit again.
The dream was getting more vivid now- it had started out with a girl’s laughter and now I had seen her. But who was she? Whose voice was that? And why had I been bleeding? It was a waking nightmare I had yet to figure out. It haunted me, lingering with me.

I reached out and closed the door as I felt myself heave again.

Hours later, I could hear Jackie outside the door walking around, getting herself ready for work. The door to my room creaked and then the footsteps got closer. She knocked.

“Rita? Are you ok?” Jackie asked.

I looked up from the floor where I had finally fallen back to sleep a few minutes and licked my lips, “I’ll be right out.” Getting up, I flushed the toilet and then washed my hands and face at the sink. Gazing into the mirror, I looked a wreck- my hair a mess, my skin blotchy, eyes red from lack of sleep and the few years that had spilled over my eyes. I wiped it all away and then opened the door. Jackie was still standing on the other side in her waitress uniform, eyes wide.

“Did you spend all night in there?” she asked going past me in to fix her hair and makeup.

I nodded, “Mostly. I must have a touch of something.”

She looked back at me, “You should probably stay here today. I’ll tell Peterson you’re sick.”

“No, I have to work,” I said mostly trying to convince myself.

Jackie shook her head, “No definitely not. I’ll cover for you. Besides, being around all that food will just make it worse.” I couldn’t argue with her there; the very thought of food made me ill.

“Alright I’ll stay,” I finally agreed following her out to the door to leave.

“Good,” she said picking up her purse, “Get some rest!” And with that Jackie was gone and I was all alone.

I was relieved to be alone; I had lied to Jackie. I had an idea of what was wrong with me; I just didn’t want to admit it to myself yet. I hadn’t gotten my period, it was a few weeks late. Every girl knows from the day she starts her road into womanhood what that means. I got myself dressed and went out, on a mission.

I headed into the city, to the nearest drugstore. I wasn’t about to go to a supermarket; I just wanted to get in and get out. The one closest to us where Jackie and I would go for little needs was a store that had been around for years run by this family.- it was safe and I could be sure no one would know me there. Not that I was some sort of celebrity, but Jackie and I had taken on the role of club and party goers as of late and sometimes showed up at famous peoples’ houses. The last thing I needed was Jack Nicholson hitting on me and asking about my purchases. I was smarter than that.

I searched the two or three aisles in the small drugstore frantically, all the time thinking ‘What if Jackie calls while I’m gone?’ Finally just near the feminine products and condoms I found what I wanted- a pregnancy test. I admired the surrounding items as I chose the best looking one- it always seemed ironic to me that all these products were strategically placed together. I shook my head, grabbed a bottle of toothpaste and went to pay; didn’t want to seem too conspicuous.

When I got back to the apartment, I hastily opened the bag my contents were in, threw the toothpaste aside and took out the test. I ran my fingers over the box’s edges, carefully reading the directions. Heading to the bathroom, I shut the door. I held the test as if it was a foreign object from a distant land. I did as the directions said, then set the pregnancy test on the counter, went to the living room and sat down. Then I cried.

I thought long and hard about it, my life flashing before me- when and where had I gone wrong? I could see my mother’s face in front of me, her finger reprimanding me, telling me I should have never gone to L.A. I’d always been a good girl, my whole life, in school and otherwise. And when I came to L.A. and moved in with Jackie something snapped- I felt liberated. But this- this was too much. The more I thought of the possibility, the more I was sure of one thing if not anything else- I was going to keep the baby. If I was in fact pregnant, I wasn’t going to get rid of it. It was my own, my mistake, my fate. As I became determined, my sleepless night caught up with me and I fell asleep right there on the couch.

I woke up later to the jiggle of keys in the door. I bolted up quickly, and ran to the bathroom, trying to hide the evidence. I shut the door just as Jackie started to say something as she walked in.

“Rita? You home?” she called, “I brought us some Chinese.”

“Oh um, yeah, I’ll be right out,” I said my body pressed against the locked bathroom door. I then turned my head and picked up the pregnancy test. It read positive. I was pregnant. I barely had time to react when Jackie knocked on the door.


“Yes?” I asked nervously as I opened the door. I had the test stuck behind my back and I knew my face was white as a ghost.

“What’s wrong? What is it-“ Jackie stopped mid sentence as she looked to the counter and saw the open test box. Her mouth dropped open, “Rita, what the hell is going on?”

I tried to stay as calm as possible, knowing what her reaction was going to be. I looked down at the floor as I spoke, “I um, I was late this month and I…I went to the store this morning and…well, it’s positive.” I reluctantly pulled my hand out and gave her the pregnancy test.

Jackie began to shake and her face turned red, “Rita, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

“I’m pregnant,” I said simply, almost in a whisper in contrast to her concerned yell.

She looked at the test to be sure and then handed it back to me, “Rita…” She walked away with a sigh.

“What?” I asked following her to the kitchen.

“What? What?! You’re pregnant! I mean, how could you do this to yourself? How did you…” she was trying to put sentences together but was too angry as she got the food out and gestured wildly.

I took offense, “How could I do this to MYSELF? I think I had a little help in the situation! You’re not helping me by acting this way!”

“Well how am I supposed to act? The one time I take you to a Hollywood party and you get yourself knocked up! I mean, doesn’t a rock star know to use condoms?”

“It wasn’t exactly planned you know! Anyway, I want to keep it.”

She came over and grabbed me by the arms and shook my slightly, “No, you can’t. You can’t do that.”

“I can do whatever I want!” I shouted and stormed to the couch where I sat down and broke down into tears. I knew it was my fault, but the least Jackie could do is be supportive of me.

It was a few seconds before she came over and sat next to me, “Look I’m sorry alright? It’ s just… this is big news. And Micky…it is his isn’t it?” I nodded fervently.

“I want this baby Jackie,” I said looking up tears streaming down my face, “I love him.”

“You what… oh Rita,” she grabbed me in for a hug, “Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.”

“I mean it you know, at least I think I love him. I haven’t forgotten any of it and I think about him everyday. And now this…”

“Rita I just want you to be happy,” Jackie said looking at me.

I smiled slightly, “I am happy. In a very huge life changing way I am!” We laughed a little.

“Aww, just think, you’re going to be a mommy! And I’m an Auntie! Oh wow! This is just bizarre!”

“You’re telling me!” We wiped our tears away. Jackie got up to bring the food over to us. She sat a carton of rice in front of me.

“Come on, eat up. You’re doing it for two now,” she said looking at my belly. I blushed and began to eat.

When we’d finished I sat back and stared straight ahead at the wall. I was numb, my brain could barely process what it had to. I was going to be a mother, I was having a baby. There was a little person growing inside me, a little girl or boy. And Micky...he was going to be a daddy. And he didn’t even know it…

“Jackie,” I said breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” she asked lifting her head off a pillow.

“I need to tell Micky,” I said looking down at her.

She sighed and sat up, “What can I do?”
the damned, elusive Pimpernel...: sarame287's Monkee attitudeladyfiresprite on August 27th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC)
My goodness, this was intense. I'm loving this so far, and I really can't wait to read more!
Miss Ashleyimagine_peace on August 27th, 2007 11:44 am (UTC)
Aww thanks, more soon!
(Anonymous) on August 30th, 2007 01:35 am (UTC)
This is great- keep it coming!
Miss Ashleyimagine_peace on August 30th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC)
Thank you!