5 Episode 5 - Runaway Pam

Lexie: Tanya left early this morning leaving me with ridiculously tactless, Pam. Sure he is funny, but when you're the one being subjected to his tactless, yet honest jokes and tirades, it could be annoying.

Like this morning at breakfast, I hated it when he called me daddy's little slacker princess. Like it's my fault that my dad gives me everything I want. Hey, I deserve that! He leaves me with our caretaker, Rowena, most of the year. And then one time, he came back with a woman god knows where he got and made her my step mother. Whose sister, may I remind you, slept with my fiancé.

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Pam: Girl, I don't have work today. Wanna explore the city with me?

Lexie: Pam, be honest with me. Do you really think I'm a slacker?

Pam: Well, you never had a job did ya?

Lexie: You see, that's why I'm here in New York. Because I wanted to look for a job. Be independent. Be on my own.

Pam: I thought you went here because your fiancé slept with another woman?

Lexie: I hate you.

Pam: But hey, babe, I'm proud of you for finally trying.

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Lexie: Pam and I headed to Manhattan at around noon. He showed me around the usual tourist spots, which is so nice of him. For a second this morning, I thought he hated me. We were having lunch at a famous delicatessen at the Lower East Side when I braved myself to ask him what happened the day his dad found out about his little set up with Tanya. 

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Pam: Well, when he found out, he beat my beautiful face until I swear to god, all I can see was blood. He hated me for lying and hated me more for being gay. He told me that since I'm his junior, I should be all macho like him. And that I'm ruining the family name. Like hello? There's nothing to ruin in the family name, sis. It's not like we're the Vanderbilts or something. Pampilo does not even sound so nice to the ears. Anyway, he told me that he will be sending me away to some gay-cure torture camp, so I ran away.

Lexie: To New York?

Pam: At first, no. Bitch, I was seventeen. I didn't have money, be realistic. I went looking for my mom in Nevada.

Lexie: How?

Pam: I went to my aunt's place and told her about what happened to me and my dad. She said that my mom is probably somewhere in Las Vegas. She told me that I can stay with her instead, but you know, I kinda needed a mom that time. So, I asked if she can loan me some money so I can go see my mom. She gave me a hundred. I booked a bus to Las Vegas, hoping to finally see my mom after five years but nope, I couldn't find her. I needed to survive, so I applied to be a performer. It was hard because I was underaged, but I met a guy that hooked me up with fake papers.

Lexie: What? Pam! That's illegal and dangerous.

Pam: Oh, please. You don't know what danger is.

Lexie: So how did you end up here in New York?

Pam: I met a guy, Gary. I was so in love with him. And I thought he was too. But nope, he just used me for money. Stupid, silly me, went cray, left my fabulous job and followed him to New York. Only to find out he is actually straight and has a wife. Bitch, I was so close to stardom in Vegas!

Lexie: Oh my gosh! You were a mistress?

Pam: Really, that's your takeaway? Anyway, I was practically a hobo for a while. Slept on the benches at Central Park, until I met an old colleague from Vegas. She hooked me up for a janitorial job in this old off-off Broadway theatre in Soho about six years ago. But as you already know, I am extremely talented and fab, so I made it to theatre assistant.

Lexie: Wow, Pam! I could never imagine what you went through. I am so proud of you. I'm not sure how I can pull this I'm independent thing. My god! I'm almost thirty and I still don't have life figured out. You know, like of course I had plans but that didn't work out.

Pam: And your plan was?

Lexie: Become a wife?

Pam: Uh-huh?

Lexie: Of some rich handsome guy?

Pam: You gold digging little rat! Ya nasty!

Lexie: Hey! Don't judge me! At that time, it makes total sense. I was always at soirees. I was attending charity events at the polo club. Who do you expect I meet there? Some white trash?

Pam: Okay, okay. Hold your gears, trophy-wife wannabe.

Lexie: Hey, I know that look Pam not Pamela. Don't give me that judging look. It was different with Daniel, okay? I love him, and he loves me. That was real.

Pam: How did you meet this Daniel anyway?

Lexie: Well, he was my doctor.

Pam: Ya nasty!

Lexie: No, no. Hear me out, you judgmental piece of shit. I injured my leg while playing polo at the club.

Pam: Rich white girl problems. Go on.

Lexie: Will you let me finish my story? Anyway, Daniel's dad was the resident doctor at the club, but he was out of town that day I got injured so I was referred to his son, Daniel. It was love at first sight. We dated for two years and he asked me to marry him about a year ago while we were on a vacation in Palawan. It was like a fairy tale.

Pam: Then he cheated on you on your wedding day?

Lexie: And he heated on me on our wedding day.

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Lexie: After lunch, Pam toured me around Manhattan some more then for the last hoorah for the day, he decided to show me the theatre in Soho where he works.

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Pam: So, this is where I work my magic.

Lexie: This is like the palace in your fairy tale, huh?

Pam: Eew! Why do say things like that?

Lexie: Because your life is magical and full of colors?

Pam: Are you fucking high? Like that druggie over there, staring into nothingness?

Lexie: Holy shit, Pam! That's no druggie. That's Tanya. Hey, Tans! Over here!

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