Post by ARIANNA LEIGHTON FAIRMONT on Aug 24, 2013 23:01:13 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] ARIANNA L. FAIRMONT TWENTY TWO | STRAIGHT | SOCIALITE | VISITOR | EMiLIE NERENG THERAPY SESSION 04/12/13, BEGINNING HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? She observed the blonde girl make her way into the room, feet shuffling, head hung low, one hand gripping her elbow tightly before taking a seat on the sofa. The young girl sat on the edge, but gave no hints that she was going to start speaking anytime soon. She was going to have her work cut out for her, but this was what she was paid for right? She pursed her lips before nodding and leaning back into her seat across from the girl. "Right then. Your name is Arianna, correct?" From the corner of her eye, she caught the girl nod slightly. She would have missed it if she hadn't glanced her way, "That's a beautiful name." A hint of smile appeared of the blue eyed girl's lips, but it disappeared as quickly as it came, "th-thank you," she whispered politely, her voice barely audible, voice emotionless. "What's your full name, Arianna?" She watched as the young girl bite her lower lip. From a gentle nibble to a forceful pressure. For a second, she thought the girl's teeth would pierce through the skin but she let go and inhaled deeply, "Arianna L-Leighton Fairmont." THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? It was the wrong question to ask. The emotion that flashed through Arianna's eyes were surprising. It was so brief, though, that she wasn't even sure if she had imagined it or not. The younger girl stared aimlessly at the bookshelf from across her seat. "Arianna?" No response, not even a glance. "Miss Fairmont?" That caught her attention. Arianna tilted her head slightly at her, a moment of silence before her lips parted to speak, "Nothing... I d-do no-nothing..." She frowned at the younger girl, "Nothing? Nothing at all? No school? What about a job?" The younger girl shrugged as if neither of those things mattered. She glanced down at her client's file. That wasn't true. Mr. Fairmont's daughter had gotten her Bachelor's in business and had been in the modelling industries for quite some time. That wasn't nothing. "Are you sure?" The young girl nodded. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? She had to move on. It was clear the young girl was lying, but that was something else to tackle in another meeting. She just needed to know the basics right now. She needed to know what she was getting herself involved with and how she could help. A hobby could help with the troubled girl's process. Still, Arianna just glanced down at the carpet as if it held the secret to the whole world. She watched her as she waited for a reply to her question. Time was something she realized the blonde needed. Time to gather her thoughts, to formulate a lie or a story before she spoke. Again, the girl's voice was soft and quiet, "N-nothing... I d-don't do a-anything f-f-fun." Another lie. Multiple friends and families have mentioned how much the young girl enjoyed the outdoors so she could sketch away. From what she's gathered, the young girl was an excellent artist. "No? Nothing artistic or athletic?" She prompted, trying to urge the answers out of her client, but the girl just shook her head once more THERAPY SESSION 05/23/13, MIDDLE WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? Arianna smiled at her, nodding enthusiastically, "Oh, yes, most definitely." The young girl was much more cooperative lately. A big improvement from when she first saw her. Miss Fairmont had a wonderful smile and laughter, and each day, you could see the colour in her cheeks and the energy in her body language, but still, there was something missing. Maybe a spark or even something genuine. She just couldn't quite put her finger on it. Just that something was off with her client. "I'm going out a lot more now. Sometimes Claire, you remember her right? The live in nanny of sorts? Anyway, sometimes Claire comes out with me in the morning for my jogs. I guess she's just there to make sure I don't overexercise again." The blonde gave a shrug matched with a roll of her blue eyes. A typical response from a daughter of a protective father. "I've also made a few new friends I met at the rehab centre. They really help me through this tough time. At least I know I'm not alone, you know what I mean?" She asked, glancing at her. She gave the girl a nod of confirmation. Miss Fairmont was much more animated. Any traces of stuttering that she had began with was completely gone. Like she never had the stutter to begin with. "Anyway, we go out to the local coffee shop a lot. They have this stage-ish thing of sorts for open mic at night, but we usually go on Thursdays. Those are poetry nights." Arianna took in a breath between her sentences, giving her a small smile and a nervous chuckle, "Am I oversharing again?" She smiled back at the young girl and shook her head, "No, not at all. You're doing good Miss Fairmont." She reassured before speaking again, "And what about your sketching? Have you done any of that lately?" There was that flash of emotion in the young girl's eyes again. She couldn't pinpoint the emotion, but it was definitely something negative. Arianna shook her head with a smile, "No. I don't like to draw anymore. It's not really my thing. It doesn't really help me. I mean, going to these poetry slams makes me feel stronger and involved. I mean, I'm, by no means, the best at making friends. That still takes some practice, but going out with them is helpful. I feel that being able to share how I feel with people brings a lot of the weight off my shoulders. It's easier for me to communicate to people. I had a hard time of doing that. I had a hard time doing anything. I was at a bad place. But now, with all these new things, I feel like they contribute to my ability to speak so freely and be able to laugh and smile and whatnot." AND WHAT ABOUT RELATIONSHIPS? HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEM? The girl chuckled, shrugging, "I don't know. Nothing I guess. I don't really feel anything about them. Although, I guess it depends on what kind of relationships you're talking about. If you mean a romantic relationship then..." She trailed off and shrugged, glancing away. The smile had disappeared for a quick second but was quickly replaced with a new one, "I mean, I'm all for people falling in love and getting married. I'm straight, but I support same-sex marriage and whatnot. But as for falling in love myself.... I don't really see it. I mean, I thought I was in love once, but then he cheated on me. It's no big deal, really. I'm over it. He wasn't that important anyway. Dating isn't really my priority right now. I'm still trying to get myself back up, so I'm still a bit of a baggage. I want to stand on my own two feet first before I really try to get myself involved in someone else's life." She paused, lips pursed before it separated again, "And anyway, I don't really want to get involved in a relationship. They're just trouble. I mean, I guess I used to be that girl who believed in fairytales and happily ever after's. The whole shebang, you know? The knight in shining armour, damsel in distress kind of thing." Arianna shrugged again, chuckling softly, "But I guess I was just a little naive like that. I don't think like that anymore. I'm starting to doubt real life happens like that. There's no heroes. Just traitors." I SEE. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? A laugh left the soft lips of the young girl, "You have no idea how true that saying is." Arianna shook her head slightly side to side, a small smile still lingering on her face. She could tell that a million and one thoughts were crossing through the young girl's mind. "Mine are.... different... Let's just say. They're great, don't get me wrong, but you wouldn't exactly consider my family.... normal. You probably already know my father's a billionare business typhoon. He does a little bit of everything and anything, owns like a million and one businesses.... And being the only child, needless to say, I'm daddy's little princess. I guess you can say I'm your typical spoiled brat. I get everything I want because we can afford it. And I love my dad because well.... there's nothing to hate about him. Except, I guess, of how protective he gets. And I guess I can't really blame him considering what happened in the past.... Still. He worries about every little thing. I know he's just worried about my health, but I'm almost twenty three. I can take care of myself. He's worrying for nothing. At least he's loosened up a little now that I've been seeing you and going to rehab. Still, he makes sure I eat three meals a day and whatnot. And when I say make sure, I mean he watches me like a hawk. He sits there and makes sure I finish my entire plate before he goes on with his day- no matter how long it takes me to finish a meal." Arianna shook her head and sighed, eyes rolling again. "My mom is a stylist for the A-list celebrities. She's a bit of a blond in terms of most things. She's a wonderful mother and I love her to death, but she's a little superficial for my taste. I mean, luxuries are great and wonderful, but they're not all that important if you don't have someone to share it with. But I guess she does. Honestly, I don't really care how much money my family has. What's money if you're not happy, right?" She nodded in agreement, but remained silent, just in case the blonde had more things to say. "And Claire.... Well Claire has no blood relation but she's family. I consider her family anyway. I've known her since I was born. She's always there for me and I love her to death. It's going to sound awful, but I consider her to be more of my family than my parents. She's the one who takes care of me. Any time I need advice, or just someone to keep me company, Claire's there. I tell her everything and I trust her with my life. She's the first person I go to when I need someone and I cannot ask for someone better. I think, if you asked me if there was one person I would die protecting, it would be Claire." THERAPY SESSION 08/23/13, END LOOKS THIS IS OUR LAST MEETING. WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS NOW? Arianna smiled warmly at her and shrugged, "Well, there's a place I want to go back. Honestly, I'm not quite sure my dad will let me, but he's been hearing good things from you... or so he tells me anyway. I think, if he sees just how much I've improved and how much better I am now, he'll consider it. I mean, if I just call him every day and report to him what I've done with my day and how many meals I'm eating, he'll have no reason to not let me go, right? I'm being reasonable. If I'm honest with you, I don't really know what I want to do with my life. I know I want to give the family business a try, but right now, I kind of just want to do my own thing first before I get involved with that. I feel that if I go right into it, I'll never really have time for anything anymore. I really loved being in Maine. I think, by far, that's the only place I feel safest. It's a quaint little place and there's just something about it that's very enticing. I would really love to go back there if my dad would let me." WELL BEST OF LUCK TO YOU MISS. FAIRMONT. BEFORE WE END THIS SESSION, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS? The young girl gave a polite smile and actually gave an effort to think of anything before she shook her head, "No, I think I've already gotten everything out. Thank you so much Mrs. Thompson. It's been a pleasure meeting you and talking to you every week. I really do hope to see you again some time." THE ACTUAL ARIANNA if you asked a friend of arianna's four months ago to describe the girl, they would not be able to tell you much. she was a quiet, almost silent girl, that rarely talked. on the off chance that she did, she had a stutter in her speech. she would not meet your eyes and her head was always hung low. she shied away from crowds and often holed herself up in her apartment. she apologizes for everything and had trouble striking up a conversation with people she was used to, let alone strangers. she was much like a turtle. she hides in her shell every time someone approaches. she's skittish and is afraid of most things. she prefers her peace and quiet and spends most of her days alone with her sketchbook. she is in love with sketching is usually attached at the hip with her sketch book. however, if you were to see her now, her personality has taken a complete one eighty turn. on the outside, arianna has turned into an upbeat girl who will talk your ears off. she's always laughing and smiling and making eye contact with you. anybody who meets her now would find her quite lovable and easy to be around. but if you were someone who had known her before, you would have been completely shocked by her change in personality. you would have never recognized her as the same arianna you knew. she's no longer the kind of girl who stuttered and apologized for everything. she may still flush and smile shyly at you, but this girl was much more lively than before. she wouldn't flinch every time someone touched her and she no longer hides in the dark corners of her room. she's outgoing, friendly, fun, and (still) a complete sweetheart to those she surrounds herself with. she no longer sees her cup as half empty but half full. THE BACKGROUND arianna leighton fairmont was originally born in venice, italy. she was raised there for seven years before the fairmonts packed their bags and left for vancouver, british columbia because her mother got a job as a stylist for multiple celebrities and jeremiah fairmont decided it was a good idea to branch out his business anyway. that was the year she met claire. she was her nanny and pretty much raised ari as her own while her real parents were busy with work. despite his lack of presence, though, jeremiah was still extremely protective of the girls in his life. he was the kind of man who had to be in control of everything. and so, even at a young age, he had been watchful of her. he always kept tabs on her, making sure she was okay and everything. but the house arrest or his father's protection program didn't really start until she was eleven years old when she was abducted from school. everyone knew that with money, power, influence and fame came enemies. people who would do anything to get back, get even or get ahead. she had been waiting to picked up from school one day because she was supposed to meet her parents for another one of their many business functions her father held. however, she never got a chance to meet them when a van pulled up and pulled her inside. they knocked her out and when she woke, she was in closet with her hands and ankles tied. she was stuck there for two weeks. fourteen days of her life that she never talked about. not when the judges asked, not when they took her to the counselor, and not even to claire. for fourteen days, she was tortured and beaten. she was starved and barely had a sip of water to drink. she was scared, alone, and every breath or slight movement had hurt. when the cops had finally found her, arianna had become an entirely different girl. she became someone that was quiet, barely saying a word. all she could do was stammer through a few words before she shrank back into her own little world in fear. after that incident, jeremiah enforced a strict "arianna is never leaving anyone's sight" protection program. he hired her the best bodyguards, and everywhere she went, she would never be alone. for a few years, up until she was thirteen, she tried out modelling jobs but then decided she wanted to concentrate more on her education. she attended high school before she graduated and got into the local infamous university of british columbia. much to her parents surprise though, she actually majored in business and minored in public relations. she had initially wanted to go to an art school to pursue something with her sketching hobby, but she knew that her father had always secretly wanted her to take over fairmont enterprises holdings inc. she was his only offspring, and it only made sense that he passed on his fortune and business to her. throughout her entire schooling, she was often bullied for her shy and passive nature. people always bullied her or used her because they knew who her father was. what really did it for ari, though, was when her supposed boyfriend cheated on her. he even told her that it was her fault. that she was the one who wouldn't put out for him, so she drove him to go find it from someone who would give him what he wanted. she had thought she loved him, and that he felt the same way about her, but she was clearly wrong because he had dropped her without even glancing back for a millisecond. so right after graduation, she decided that she wanted a change in scenery, in people. she packed her bags to move to los angeles- where, unfortunately for her, her father decided that it was not safe for her to be there alone even though she was a grown woman who could take care of herself. she had expected it, of course, given her father's need to control everything and make sure her mom and herself were well protected. within a few weeks of settling in, she was approached by another modeling agent. she decided that since she wanted a change, she could get back into her abandoned modeling career and give it another try. despite her shy nature, she was quickly making a name for herself in la. a lot of agencies were interested in having her do ads and even runways. and with modeling came a lot of pressure to look good. and for someone who already lacked confidence to begin with, did not take the pressure very well. she's been skipping meals, eating less, and exercising more. of course, she never told anyone. not even her bodyguard who's been living with her since she initially moved to la. she couldn't let anyone know- especially her father. if he found out, she knew how disappointed he would be in her. that was a secret she was going to take to her grave. after the incident, there had been little threats that were sent her way. growing up, she had learned quickly just how many enemies her father made. especially since he could flick you down the ten story ladder without even lifting a finger. he had more connections than the internet. and when you're that kind of man that everybody groveled at their feet but hated at the same time, there was bound to be people who was waiting to retaliate. and what better way to get back at jeremiah fairmont than to attack his most prized possession, arianna? she had been used to the threats and the rumors they spread about her. they knew how sensitive she could be, but what they didn't know was that no matter what they did, it would never compare to the experience she had when she was kidnapped. but someone had been smart. he had been paying attention. she had a feeling in her gut that she was being followed, that someone was watching, but she figured she was paranoid and it was nothing. she thought it would be stupid to bring something like that up to her bodyguard. she didn't want to be the girl who cried wolf. she didn't want to make a big deal out of nothing. but she should have listened to her instinct. she should have told her bodyguard, jack, when she had the chance. but she was naive. a part of her told her that she should have let jack go with her to the bathroom. let him guard the door. she hadn't thought anything would happen. but something did. she was just stepping out from her stall when she was attacked by a man. he had tried to kidnap her through the window, but she knew better than to just stand there and let them do it. she struggled and ignored the pain he was causing. all she knew was that she had to try. after jack barged in and her kidnapper disappeared, though, all her fears from the first kidnapping came rushing back in. she was shaken up and even though she felt safe with jack around, she didn't trust that her kidnapper would not come back for her. and so, like her last problem in vancouver, she just packed her bags, picked a random place on the map and moved out- which is how she ended up in maine with jack despite her initial refusal. however, it was obvious that her overall wellbeing was deteriorating. she went from eating a little to pretty much never eating. from occasionally sneaking out to just locking herself in her room all day and night. from her struggling attempts at conversations to saying a word or two.... a day. she hadn't thought jack would say anything to her dad. he had promised. gave her his word. she trusted him. the only person in the world, other than claire, who made her feel safe and protected. and then he up and went and told her father of her behaviour and lack of eating. if it wasn't because of him, her father would have never dragged her back to vancouver to see all those psychiatrists and speech therapists and then leave her in rehab. she hated it. always had and always would. nobody could relate to her. nobody would understand. and the one person she thought had a slight bit of idea of what she was going through had stabbed her in the back. he was a traitor. but she knew that the only way to get out of the kind of hell her father had put her in was to pretend things were starting to get better. she forced herself to eat and get better. she faked her way through the torturous therapist sessions and make new friends and pretend she was happy. for four months, she made herself smile more and eat more and talk more. and soon enough, she stopped speaking with stutters and started eating everything off her plate every meal, and she smiled and laughed like nothing was wrong with her. and when her last session was finished, she told her father that she wanted to go back to maine. he, of course, said no. multiple times. but because she's daddy's little girl, he eventually said yes. but it took a lot of convincing. in order for her to go back to maine, she had to report to her father every night about everything she did that day and what she ate. she had been reluctant at first, but if she wanted to prove to her father that she was "better," she had to keep up with her act. she thought that was his only condition, but she should have know better. with jack now out of the picture, arianna was going to be on her own again. and as usual, her father played the overprotective role and gave her another bodyguard. one who had to report to her father every night as well. and if the story didn't match up, her father was sure going to come down for a little visit. BEHIND THE MASK RUBY | TWENTY | PACIFIC | HERE BEFORE | NONE (hope it's okay with you guys that i kind of mixed two apps in one.... and that i just c+p'd one of my old posts from here >.>) arianna knew that everyone around her wanted her to get help. especially when it all began. they wanted her to talk about it, shed some light about the incident. they wanted her to stop suffering on her own. and she knew, better than anyone, that she should tell someone about it. anyone. just to get it out of her system instead of bottling it in. but there was no one she trusted enough to share her story. not her loving and protective father who, albeit loving her more than anyone in the world and held her on a pedestal, could do nothing for her once he hears her story. he may have had the two men taken care of, but at the end of it all, he did nothing to help her when she escaped her prison, trying to fight off the men who were right behind her, trying to get her back into their grasp. he had made no move to step past the shields the policemen had held up. all he had done was wrap her in his arms when she was safe and there was no signs of danger. she didn't trust her mother because despite the fact that the woman was a smart business woman, she was not beyond the materialistic things in the world. her mother was a stylist for celebrities. all she knew about was clothes and make up. she wouldn't know the first thing about having a mother-daughter talk, let alone helping her through the incident. there was claire, whom ari considered to be one of the closest people she knew, but the all she would do is offer her a warm cup of cocoa and tissues. she wouldn't understand. nobody in her life would understand the torture she went through. all they saw was a broken little girl who needed fixing. they would listen, they would console, but they would hear nothing. they couldn't sympathize. and she, definitely, could not trust the psychiatrists. much like everyone else in her life, they were paid to help her. they didn't really care. there was no one. no one but her. just like the warehouse. she only had herself to count on to get out. but even that seemed impossible. it just felt like she was stuck. it was ironic how much her life was like the warehouse she had been trapped in. there was no exit. just one. one that would never let her escape because someone else has the key. she was just trapped, suffering and suffering, trying to figure out the best way to ease the pain, to feel a little better. any way to get away- even if it is just for a moment. she needed that escape- even if she wasn't really escaping. even if she didn't really technically have her freedom. that brief moment of escape was good enough. just for a while. the suffering got less painful and a little more bearable. but maybe even that was just her deceiving herself. mind over matter. if she told herself enough times that it would all be okay at the end, then she would start believing it. she had to. she needed to in order to keep her head above water because let's be honest, she was drowning. she was just slipping further and further into this deep hole of her's. at the rate she was going, she would be barely fixable. and sooner or later, it wouldn't be the evil of the world that jack had to protect her from, it would be herself. but was that part of his job? was this part of what he was paid to do? keep her from harming herself? was she even harming herself? she didn't know. arianna barely knew a thing these days. just that it was impossible to think about tomorrow when she had to put so much focus into getting through today. she knew she never went out anymore. she knew she stopped trying to make friends with anyone. she knew she looked at every single face around her to make sure she wouldn't spot the guy in la or the two men who were taken care of by her dad before she truly felt safe. and she knew that out of everyone in her life, jack was the one person who she felt the safest way. he was not a man of many words and it wasn't like she knew everything about him. in fact, she knew very little about him, but with the things that she did know about, they made her feel closer to him than anyone else. she thought jack was a little bit like her father. so afraid to put his feelings out there in the world and so much need to be in control of his life. he was the protective type. the kind of guy who would kill the whole world if that was what it took to make those he loved happy. he would play the bad guy to make the ones he loved smile. he was the guy who said little, but his actions spoke for him. maybe that was why she felt so close to jack. he was like the younger version of the man she had always looked up to. even as a little girl, she had hoped to find someone like her father for herself. someone whose actions spoke so much louder than words. someone who would love her and do anything for her but still be him. but after what had happened with her previous relationship, she knew now that he didn't really exist. her dad was just one of a kind. but jack.... she shook her head. no. she couldn't think of him that way. he was just like everyone else. he didn't really care. she had to remind herself that no matter how worried he got, it wasn't him really worrying. he was paid to protect her. the only reason he felt relief was because if she wasn't safe, her father would hold it against him. jack was just another person in her life. the kind of people who just came and go. he would not be a constant in her life even though it seemed like he was now. she glanced cautiously at him, trying to decide how angry he was with her. from the clipped tone to his ever cooling aura, she would assume he was pretty mad. "you should have." she cringed slightly at his tone, shrinking back a little from him, trying to make herself as small as possible as if that was even possible while standing up. "sorry... i'm sorry" she apologized quietly, head ducking down, her hands unconsciously gripping tightly against her own arm, nails digging against her skin. from the corner of her eyes, she could see him shake his head, telling her that he wasn't mad, but when he raised his hand- to do whatever it was he was going to do- she couldn't help but flinch as if he was about to hit her. it was a silly reaction and she hadn't meant it. she knew jack wouldn't hit her. not on purpose anyway. he wouldn't hurt her, but her mind had interpreted it as him reprimanding her for misbehaving. however, he stopped himself before speaking. she relaxed slightly, but her body was still tense from the brief moment where she thought he would hit her. she chewed nervously on her lip, nodding at him. yes. they have gone through this before. multiple times. "i... i know.... i won't g-go out again, i promise." she said quietly, too afraid to meet his eyes now. |
