by Andrew Kerr | When David wrote this Psalm, he had been driven from his throne. His son Absalom rose up and, by saying what people wanted to hear, turned Israel against their king. His father left the Holy City downcast. Friends wept as enemies fired mud. As the Psalm begins many enemies crowd...
The trigger warning from the last one still apply but this is a very light chapter, and more or less takes us to an important point, so sorry it it seems rushed. it’s a lot of time skip. let me know how i did. <3
Sharon some how by a miracle had driven home without hurting anyone, at least if you aren’t counting her first attempt which lasted all of 2 seconds before she had caused an accident.
She rushed through the door, holding onto the door frame of her home be for pushing her stumbling self forward and inside her home, throwing her keys to the side jacket as well.
She slammed her back up against the door to close it, letting her body slide down the wood and sinking to the ground the only place she felt stable.
She hit Phi Phi. Not with a fist or even a shoe, but with a car. She felt sick, she felt-she felt like she needed another drink.
She got up from the floor, still shaking as she wen’t straight to her wine rack, and pulling out a bottle, knowing as much as she shouldn’t she’ll down the whole bottle.
To forget, oh how that sounded like bliss for how the image of the bloodied queen rose back into her mind, making her twist with guilt. The twist of guilt also just made her get the cork out of the bottle quicker, and the second it was out, the bottle found her lips. Wine glasses be damned.
She let herself cry a bit, in between the drinks she took. Life was fucked up, like it’d always been. But now she could blame herself for the awful things surrounding her.
Sharon fell asleep on the couch that night, emptied bottle clutched in her pale hands. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but to have a few moments of not remembering the incident, she was okay with that.
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Meanwhile on the other side of town the ambulance had made it’s way to Gene’s bar to find a victim and no one else. A typical hit and run to them as they checked her for vitals.
She was taken to the hospital in the ambulance, as quickly as possible in her state. She was breathing, and she had a pulse, but both were so faint it scared the paramedics, just hoping to get her to the hospital.
Phi Phi’s consciousness was awoken later that night, really the morning after in technical terms. She just had her eyes closed feeling pain although she was sure she was on enough meds to calm a horse.
“Lacerations to the scalp and face, as well as her right arm, contusions of various parts of her body, a fractured rib and a femur, as well as a torn wrist ligament. We also detected a concussion.”
‘Oh god that can’t be me’ she thought, but as a new wave of pain hit her, she knew it easily could be her list of injuries if not worse. 'fuck, this hurts’
She groaned and opened her eyes to find a doctor and two nurses in the room with her. The second they saw she was awake they started racing around the room, kinda like her mind was racing.
“I’m Doctor Fenstamaker, do you know why you’re here?” He asked her in which she was sure was a normal volume but sounded so loud in her fragile head.
“Car.” She just let out, in awful pain.
The doctor seeing her pain quickly told his other nurse to go get another pain med for her. “please be strong shit, like morphine’ she mumbled in her aching head.
The nurse, wen’t out into the hallway and down to the medicine closet to retrieve what she’d been told to. Not before sending out a tweet of the girl she recognized all too well in the bed.
"Drag Races Phi Phi O'Hara hit by a car and left for dead. I’m saying it was on purpose, but who? #rpdr” she tweeted out quickly before she returned to her job.
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It took only five minutes after that tweet to be sent out for Sharon to be awoken out of her intoxicated sleep from phone noises. There were tweets, all of which bashed her, but they mentioned one thing Sharon thought she could have forgotten. No body seemed to blame her, they had no reason too even if it was true and for that she was grateful.
Phi Phi hadn’t said anything, and she wondered why. Sure Phi Phi said she cared about her, but could she honestly believe she did when she was the reason for the hatred being thrown at her? She just couldn’t, and she needed answers.
Her hangover hurt her as she just tried to grab a glass of water instead of alcohol and down it in hopes of it helping. Then she would have to make her way to the hospital, and figure out what the hell was going to happen to her and her already not so great reputation.
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Time wen’t by and when Sharon felt she was stable enough to she jumped in her car, this time double checking the gear it was in, and made her way to the hospital (not before filling a flask up with whiskey on the go).
Finding Phi Phi’s room wasn’t hard, it had flowers in front of it, she stopped to read a tag. “From the Drag Queendom, we wish it was someone else #partycityfreak”. She actually could not believe it, as she scoffed knowing now more than ever people couldn’t know she did this.
“Phi Phi, you’re okay.” Sharon said as she entered the room to find an awake queen lying in the hospital bed. “I mean if critical conditions any form of okay-i um i didn’t mean that,”
“You don’t have to pretend you came here to kiki, i know your worried about yourself.” Phi Phi spat out. “as much as i don’t know why you hate me."
"Look, i know this might sound selfish but you cannot-” Sharon said before the door made a creak and in walked an officer.
“Miss O'hara, i’m officer O'Maley here to ask you some questions about last night.” He said as he sat in the chair by her bedside, Sharon never felt comfortable enough to take herself.
“I’m not much help, i don’t remember anything.” She said sounding weaker than she did before all of a sudden.
“Any detail, or even the person.” The officer asked her hoping she could give something.
“I have no idea who it was, if i even knew them and any detail is-ow, ow my head.” She cried out clutching her head, making the officer get worried and leave to let her rest.
“Should i call a doctor to get you meds for that or-”
“I’m not in any more pain than moments ago.” Phi Phi said back to normal in a blink. “I just wanted him to get out of here."
"So you really don’t remember who hit you?” Sharon said, knowing she had heard her mention that. It explained it all, why nobody knew it was her and why they hopefully never would. It was selfish of her to think it’s perfect, but she did.
“The person who hit me, oh i wish i could see them right now.” She expressed before patting the seat the officer was in for Sharon to sit. She hesitantly did so. “I wish i could look at them and ask why they would just leave me!"
"I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” Sharon said swallowing so uncomfortable, and even more so when Phi Phi grabbed her hand.
“And you have a lot of answers, driver.” Phi Phi said as she glared to her. “And I want them now.”
Hello my lovelies, everyones asking for Pharon including me so i figured i’d save you guys from the drought even if it doesnt help me :( becuz i’d be the happiest ever if someone did this for me!
Quick little thing though, this Pharon is not for everyone and by that i mean TW!
We have a MAJOR trigger warning on Alcoholism and Alcohol in general, a very present and main topic to the story, so be safe!
It will also involve some forms of violence, sorta kinda hit and run, cuss words, hospital, and i can’t think of anything else that would need a TW, maybe i’ll including smoking but not yet.
a few things: this AU is in a universe in which The world saw Sharon as the bad guy in the whole Phi/Sharon fight, and Phi Phi as the good part of it.
Female pronouns used but they are very much men, and things will evenutally switch up names and pronouns.
enjoy, leave feedback, and no i am not sure how many parts will be made of this <3 toodles - cece
“Call me back, please Sharon, I wanna talk.” Phi Phi begged into the phone as she made her way to her car. “actually, we need to talk."
She ducked as she got into the drivers seat of her car and plopped her cellphone down in the cup holder to her side. She slammed the car door, getting some of the frustration she had with Sharon go.
The fourth episode had just aired and not only were the editors harsh on the spooky queen, but so was all of social media. People just gagging over the fight but 99% being on the side of Phi Phi and sending Sharon a big fuck you in the form of "Go back to Party city, for real bitch”
When her and Sharon had agreed to do the tiff between them to get to the top two and become iconic, it was never done in plans that one would receive all the hate, but here she was feeling sick to her stomach over the hate she saw pouring in for Sharon.
She wasn’t truly at fault, they had made the pact together and editors just decided to side with Phi Phi for it. Why, she wondered, why could they not make it a both side thing, but then she remembered it was reality tv and instead just wished it on her.
As she drove her car aimlessly, wondering where on earth to go she had to pull over after ten minutes of driving. Her mind couldn’t let this go, as she opened up the twitter app to see thousands of more things pouring it. Ignoring all the positive and Sharon bashing tweets she personally got, she went straight to see a hashtag had been started.
#Sharonthehate had been started and holy crap did it already have a good amount of entries for being such a lame ass pun.
She looked through a few, not believing that these words could come out of people to post cowardlessly on twitter because of a show.
One tweet caught her attention however, it read: “Just saw the bitch in the flesh @ Gene’s bar, hope she drives herself home #sharonthehate”
Phi Phi not only grimaced at how awful the thought was, but then she thought of the fact she knew exactly where Genes bar was. Not only was she not gonna let that tweet come true and find Sharon dead behind the wheel of a car, alcohol still on her breathe even in death, but she would finally get to talk to her.
She started her car back up and took the familiar roads to get to the establishment, only taking a few short mineuetes to pull in the parking lot and hop out of her car. She made her way up to the front doors of the place, and swung open the door, making a bell ring.
She looked around as she placed her hands in her pockets, the cold from the metal of the door handle still stung at her skin. She finally spotted a person, sitting up at the bar, who’s back of the head resembled her fellow queen.
The place was low key empty she noticed seeing as the only other person sitting on one of the actual stools at the bar and not a booth or table was someone all the way on the other side.
“Sharon.” Phi Phi said as she walked up behind the girl, who spun around from hearing her name. The spinning of the chair was a lot looser than she thought it’d be as she spilled some of her clear drink (no doubt vodka) onto the other queen as she struggled to not fall off her seat.
She gave Phi Phi a glare who was picking up some napkins to dry at her shirt which now smelled just like the heavy substance. She spun back around catching herself by smacking her hands down on the bar, and also using it to signal the bartender.
“Double shot again, keep them coming.” She told him, watching him nod as she just let her head fall onto the cool top of the bar.
Phi Phi went to the stool next to the spooky queen and got up on it, now on the same level as her friend and able to get her attention better (especially with how short she was).
“Goooo the fuck awayyyy.” Sharon mumbled, something Phi Phi just could understand between the slur in the talk and how her mouth was covered.
“I was hoping you’d just had your phone turned off before but clearly my fear is right and you are mad at me.” She said which made Sharon come out from where she hid her face in her arms.
“Mad?” Sharon asked before bursting into hysterical laughter, no doubt the alcohol was already getting to her. “You’re the reason everyone hates me, and i’m gonna do something like thank you for it? Hell nooooo!"
The bartender walked over with the double shot about to hand it to Sharon when Phi Phi cut in "isn’t over serving something you could get a fine for, or i don’t know, your alcohol license revoked?"
She gave the man a glare until he back off and took the glorious liquid away from Sharon making her grow madder as she stared desperately at the stuff in the shot glass be taken away.
"You BITCH!” She screamed, getting the people in the joint to look, but grow disinterested shortly after. “You take away my fans and now your taking away my drink, in what hell is that something you think you can do."
"You’re drunk Sharon, you know why I told him not to serve you.” She muttered
“I can handle some drinks, you don’t own me.” Sharon screamed out as she picked her coat up from the stool on the other side of her.
“Thats not what I’ve heard,” She said before lowering her voice. “I know you’ve previously had alcohol issues, i’m being a helpful friend, whether you see it now or not.”
"You are not my friend! You are nothing to meeee, I want you out of my life you career wrecker-er!“
The illiterate words spat out at Phi Phi hurt, a lot, but she knew a mad Sharon was better than a dead one, so as her heart broke and Sharon made a bee line for the door she decided to follow.
"You don’t have to like me but let me drive you home!” She yelled out into the cold as she sprinted outside after her.
“Go to hell.” She said as she fiddled with her keys.
“Sharon you cannot drive while drunk, not only for your safety but others too!” She said as she got right up to sharon who was now in her car, closing the door on Phi Phi.
“I can drive, i’ll be fine, as fine a s i can be!” She said as she gripped the wheel of her car and closed her eyes. She was upset, frustrated and didn’t need the voice of phi phi to tell her what to do. She would never admit it but she was a little dazed like phi phi suspected.
“I’m not letting you leave here and kill yourself!” Phi Phi said as she stood arms crossed in from the the vehicle blocking the girl from going forward.
‘idiot’ Sharon thought as she looked at her and began to press her foot down on the petal. 'i can still go backwards’ .
Her foot goes down and goes back up straight away after hearing a sound that made her mouth drop. She swore- okay she SWORE, the car was in reverse but nope, she’d just managed to hit Phi Phi O'Hara with her car.
“Shit, Shit, Shit..” she repeated as she hoped out of her car to go to the girl who was laid on the pavement.
She bent down to the girl and moved her hand to push away some hair revealing blood that got onto Sharon’s fingers as well.
“Phi Phi wake up, tell me i’m a drunk or anything just wake the fuck up!” Sharon begged as she shook the girl. no response.
She quickly placed her ear down onto the chest of the fellow queen and was relieve to hear it’s still beating, faint but there.
She picked up the phone out of phi Phi’s pocket, thanking everything that it was still working as she dialed the 3 numbers of 9-1-1.
“Ambulance to Gene’s bar.” She just spat before dropping the phone and scurrying off to her car to get out of there.
She didn’t want Phi Phi dead, god no she didn’t, and she wanted to stay to make sure that she wasn’t but she knew hitting Phi Phi was the cherry on top to get her all the hate and death threats in the world.
So Sharon drove off, guilty, and red handed as she wondered if her co star was okay, another part forgetting any hate she had in her stubborn little heart for the girl who was in a puddle of blood thanks to her and her intake of alcohol.
She didn’t know what was worse, Phi phi could be dead, fans could think she did it and destory her, or the fact that she wanted another drink to soothe herself when that was the reason she was in the situation in the first place.
The recent reform on government cars has meant that a number of drivers of senior officials across the country have been left without jobs.
Driven away
I'm beginning to get back into tumblr again. I think I left because I couldn't keep up with the posts. I'm a perfectionist so I always try to start where I ended so I don't miss anything. But it drove me insane so I just got off.
I just wish Tumblr would edit a few things. For example, when someone comments on a post that it not only show it on the dashboard, but also give you a notification of some kind. Same for the messages! Whether they're answered publicly or privately I think you should be given some kind of notification just so you know it's there. Whether or not you answer it is your choice.
