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| Olyamet | August 28, 2011, 11:38 am Post #46 |
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Oh that is just... I mean Guys can be such an asses some times... Sorry I missed many updates!!!
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| disposable_hero | August 29, 2011, 1:37 am Post #47 |
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More writing about James being an asshole. n_n Thanks for reading and commenting, by the way!! - - - James' POV My body was trembling with anger. Once the phone was put down, I headed for the minibar in my room. Small airline bottles of alcohol were littered across the shelves of the refrigerator. I grabbed a handful and a tall glass. In the liquor went, making a cloudy mixture of dark brown in the glass. I gulped down a large portion of the glass, then chased it with a beer. I was so angry. At myself. At Ashlynn. How could we let this happen? How could we have been so stupid? I paced around the room, repeating my previous actions. Drink. Gulp the beer. Rinse. Repeat. I wanted to get drunk. I wanted this to go away. I needed this to go away. "Fuck," I growled under my breath, refilling my glass and replacing my beer. I finished them both off in less than ten minutes. I topped off my glass and filled another, then grabbed a few beers. I brought them to the couch, where I sat, staring at the phone. My vision was blurry, but I was able to see well enough to dial Ashlynn's number. She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" "How could you let this happen, Ashlynn? How?!" "I don't want to talk to you, James." "Well, you are! And I'm pissed. I'm so mad at you, Ashlynn! This is all your fault! You never told me you weren't on the pill!" "I am on the pill. We were just stupid and didn't use condoms, James. You're drunk and I don't want to talk to you. Call me when you grow the fuck up." Ashlynn slammed the phone down and I did the same. I went the extra mile and ripped the phone from its socket, practically ripping the wires from the wall. "Bitch!" I yelled, hurling the phone across the room. It crashed against the opposite wall and I crashed on the bed, blacking out. - - - Ashlynn's POV Tears streamed down my face. The phone call left me in such a rage. I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't drink, like James had been doing and I couldn't smoke. The baby was deterring me from relieving my stress. I couldn't even throw things around like an immature brat; I was too tired. So I called for Laura. I cried her name multiple times before she came rushing into my room. She saw me on my bed, my face red and tear-streaked. Her alarmed face softened. Her eyes trailed to my stomach, where a bulge welcomed her eyes. It suddenly registered to her that I was pregnant. I guess she figured one could only have food poisoning for so long. "Oh, sweetie," she said, crawling onto the bed and taking me in her arms. I rested my head on her shoulder and sobbed loudly. She cradled me, rocking back and forth as I cried. Laura was like the older sister I never had, but always wanted. I loved her. She let me cry on her shoulder, my tears soaking her shirt, and she didn't pull away or complain. She just held me. "He said...he blamed me. Like I'd planned this or something." I hiccuped. Laura smoothed my hair down and shushed me, but I kept talking. "I don't know what I'm gonna do, Laura. I won't get an abortion. I won't give it up for adoption. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." Another gush of tears fell down my face. "I just...I don't want it. It's ruining everything." "This isn't your fault. These things happen, Ash. And your boyfriend just so happens to be an asshole. A total fucking asshole. He was never good for you, anyway." I ignored her. "He told me last week that I make him happy and now just because of this bullshit, everything's my fault. I'm the bad guy. I didn't do anything." I sobbed again, burying my face in my cousin's shoulder. She sighed softly, but said no more. She didn't have to. Nothing would make me feel better. - - - "Two months. I haven't heard from him in two months..." Laura put her arm around my shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly as we walked down the street on our way home from the doctor's. "Fuck him. I never liked him." "But I love him. I'll never get over him. I'll never find anyone as good as him. Before this, he was so good to me. It was like I'd hit the fucking jackpot with guys!" I stopped and leaned against the wall of the nearest building. My feet were beginning to hurt. Laura rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why I loved James so much. To her, he was a drunken asshole. I ignored her comments about him. He would come back to me eventually; I was sure of it. "I talked to Lars the other day," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "James has been sleeping with other girls again." "Let him. He'll come back. No woman treats him like I do. And if I could fuck other people, I totally would, but no one wants a girl who's five months pregnant invading their bed space." I shrugged with a feigned air of nonchalance. When in reality, I felt like crying. Crumbling to the sidewalk and sobbing loudly. But I stayed like I was, propped up against the brick wall. "And you should stop talking to Lars. He's married." "Fuck you! He's a good fuck and he's been cheating on his wife way before he found me." "You're starting to sound like a guy," I remarked with a smirk, pushing off of the wall and waddling away from Laura, who scoffed and hurried after me. - - - Apparently, Laura had said something to Lars about what I'd said about James. And Lars had said something to James, because I got a phone call from him about a week after my conversation with Laura. "What do you want, James?" I was sitting in my room, where I'd been when he drunk dialed me so long ago. "I want to talk, okay? That's all." "Are you sure? Because last time you called me, you were drunk and you blamed my pregnancy on me. And you made me lay in my bed for a week straight, crying about how much of an asshole the father of my child is." "Goddammit, Ashlynn. I'm trying to be civil!" He raised his voice in a threatening manner. I snorted. "Civil. Right." He took a deep breath, as if to calm himself. "Let me talk, okay?" When I didn't answer, he continued. "I just...this is all incredibly terrifying, you have to understand that. I don't know what to do. I really do want to say I'm sorry for how I handled it in the beginning. That was fucking stupid of me." "Fuck yes, it was," I said, cutting him off. He huffed. "Anyway, I just want to let you know I'm supporting you with whatever choice you make." "Well, I'm keeping him." "Him? We're having a boy?" He sounded happy, or he was a really good actor. I scoffed. "Then I guess I'm keeping him, too." "And if I don't want you around? Did you ever think of that? I know you've been sleeping around. I'm not exactly happy with you right now. It's not like we stopped dating, James." He sucked in some air, like he'd been caught red handed. "Who told you?" "That's not the point, James! I'm your girlfriend and I'm pregnant with your fucking child and the only things you've done so far are yell at me and fuck other chicks! This is ridiculous. I don't want to talk to you until you come home. Don't call me." I slammed down the phone and fell onto my bed. As I stared at the ceiling, I couldn't help but curse this pregnancy. It was ruining everything that had once been perfect. |
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| ilovejaymz | August 29, 2011, 3:44 am Post #48 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Ugh what an asshole! Aah i hate that i have to wait for more |
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| disposable_hero | August 29, 2011, 4:42 pm Post #49 |
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he'll redeem himself in the next part, which i'm posting in the next hour or so
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | August 29, 2011, 8:00 pm Post #50 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I love this !!!! I want more James needs to get his shit togeather !!!! |
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| disposable_hero | August 29, 2011, 8:14 pm Post #51 |
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Thank you. I'm posting a new part in a little while. Bear with me. n_n |
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| Olyamet | August 29, 2011, 10:21 pm Post #52 |
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Jäger.....
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He'd better redeem himself!!!
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| disposable_hero | August 30, 2011, 12:04 am Post #53 |
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James definitely redeems himself. - - - Ashlynn's POV I was seven months pregnant. I was huge. I was constantly in pain: my back hurt, my feet hurt, my head hurt, and everything else hurt. I was miserable and overly dramatic. And yet, I found that the resentment I held for my growing child was waning. Constant visions of what my future son would look like swarmed my mind, making me smile whenever I tried to picture him. A blonde with green eyes or brunette with blue eyes. Or maybe he would like just like James. I didn't know, but the thought of it made me grin dumbly. James was due back sometime today and I'd been planning to go over to his apartment to "discuss things" (his words, not mine). As I was preparing to leave, there was a knock on the door. Taking my tea with me, I waddled from the kitchen to answer the door. The door swung open when I unlocked it, revealing my long forgotten ex-husband. I dropped the mug in my hand and it shattered, soaking my swollen feet in green tea. As I backed away from the door, Tiny, Laura's Great Dane-mix, came bounding into the room. At the sight of my frightened face and Michael's clenched fists, the dog growled. He backed toward me, as though protecting me. "A dog and a baby! Perfect! Where's the white picket fence? The well-to-do husband?" He laughed loudly and stepped into the house, slamming the door. As Michael approached me, Tiny backed up onto my feet, snapping at the air every time Michael took a step. In a flash, Tiny jumped at Michael, but Michael was quicker. He whipped a handgun from the waist of his pants and shot at the dog. As Tiny flopped to the ground, I screamed. My voice was a shriek. I was crying. "H-how did you find me?!" "I've had people follow you," Michael said, tucking the gun back into his pants. He walked through the living room, casually surveying his surroundings as if at an open house. "They found you a few months ago, but I left it alone. What else did I need from a whore like you? But then I saw your deadbeat boyfriend on TV! All that money, the fame. I haven't got any of that anymore, so I came to take it back." I said nothing and stood there, shaking like a leaf. The dog was twitching on the ground, bleeding from his stomach. I cried harder. He wasn't going to make it. Losing the dog was like losing a friend. Not a friend. Family. Tiny was the protector of the small family he, Laura, and I made and now he was gone. At the sound of my sobs, Michael turned to me and grinned. His eyes flashed and with catlike movements, he gripped up my hair and pulled me to him. "You're going to come with me. I'll call your boyfriend and he'll give me anything I want, right?" He laughed. "Of course he will. I need money, Ashlynn. And you're my ticket to getting it." I trembled, tripping over my words. "N-no! I'm not going a-a-anywhere with you! Laura will be back any minute! She'll catch you!" Michael laughed manically. He wasn't stupid. He tightened his grip on my hair and I cried out. "Remember that time I told you I would make your life a living hell, Ashlynn?" When I didn't nod, he yanked my hair, jerking me about. I nodded, breathing rapidly and crying harder. "If you don't come with me, I'll really do it this time. I will round up every single person you love and make you watch while I kill them. Laura, your father, James. And then I'll save you for last. Do you understand me?" I was uncontrollable now, sobbing loudly with tears rolling down my face. Michael gripped my arm and dragged me out of the house. He tossed me into his car and I flopped into the backseat, clutching my stomach protectively. He sped off. - - - James' POV Ashlynn was supposed to be over my apartment an hour after I got home, but she never showed up. I gave her an hour and then I called her. There was no answer at the house, so I tried her work; they informed me that she hadn't been working since she was on pregnancy leave. I called the house again, but there was no answer. Finally, I donned my leather jacket and headed for her house. The lights in the house were on. It looked like someone was home. I cut my car's engine and approached the house. I knocked, preparing myself for a different looking Ashlynn: a pregnant Ashlynn. But she didn't come. I knocked again. There wasn't even the barking of Laura's dog. I looked down to my keys and slid the house key Ashlynn had given me months before, breathing in relief as it slid into the lock. I turned the key, but the door was already unlocked. That was weird, very unlike Ashlynn and Laura, who normally kept the door locked whether they were home or not. "Hello?" My voice echoed through the house, but my greeting was not returned. I looked to my left, but found no one. When I looked to my right, I stumbled backward. Laura's dog was stretched out on the hardwood floor, surrounded by a puddle of what I assumed was his own blood. I staggered into the kitchen and heaved up what was my dinner into the sink, then I reached for the phone. I dialed 911. "Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" "I'm at my girlfriend's house and the door was unlocked, but no one's here. And her dog is dead. It was shot. My girlfriend's not here. I think someone took her. She's pregnant. Real fucking pregnant. You need to help!" I was frantic, yelling at the poor 911 operator. "Sir, please calm down and give me the address. A squad car will be headed your way then." I gave the 911 operator the address and put down the phone. I got sick again. The sight of the dead dog and the fact that Ashlynn was more than likely forced from the house made me ill. There were flashing lights outside the house about fifteen minutes later. I rushed into the living room to let the police in, careful not to look at Laura's dog again. They sat me down at the kitchen table and asked me questions. "Describe the missing person, please." With my head in my hands, I told him, "She's about 5'7" with brown hair and green eyes. She's twenty-one and she's seven or eight months pregnant. I haven't seen her in about four months because I've been on tour, but I'm pretty sure her hair is still to her shoulders and the only thing that’s changed is her weight." "Tour?" "Uh, yeah. I'm a musician." My head was still in my hands. This cop wasn't helping any. I could feel him watching me, trying to figure if I was anyone worth talking to. "Have you had trouble with anyone recently?" Asked the cop's older colleague. I looked up and nodded solemnly. "Ashlynn's ex-husband, Michael Carrington, has had people following us. It stopped for a while, but he's always been planning something, I'm sure. He told Ashlynn he would ruin her life. When Ashlynn lived in Georgia, he had me beat up. I broke a wrist and some ribs." I put my head in my hands once more. The cops kept asking their questions and I kept answering them, but the only thing I wanted was Ashlynn. I wanted her back. - - - Ashlynn's POV After an hour or so, I calmed down. I was breathing properly and I was alert. Aside from a pounding headache, I was fine. At least, I felt fine. "Where are you taking me, Michael? What do you want with me?" Michael eyed me through the rearview mirror. "We're going to a cabin I rented in Inverness. I'm holding you hostage." "I've got that much, thanks," I said, pointing to the 'Welcome to Inverness, California' sign we were in the midst of passing. Michael cursed my sarcasm and I grinned. Just like old times. "I lost all my money, Ashlynn. Dad won't give me any. I have so much shit to pay back. You're my ticket back to the top. Hopefully that musician of yours is willing to fork over half a mil to get you back." I blinked, wide eyed. "And if he doesn't?" "I'll probably kill you." He shrugged. "Or take you back to Georgia. It'd be like the family we never had, right?" A smile snaked across his lips, finding some sort of pleasure in kidnapping and raising someone else's child. "I’d rather you kill me," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Maybe after I have my money, we'll see." "Fuck you, Michael." I puffed out some air and cursed his existence. We turned down a dirt road and a large cabin loomed in the shadow of the trees in the surrounding wood. The ominousness of the scene made me shiver, like something bad was going to happen. Michael got out of the car. He knocked his knuckles on the window and ordered me out. I clambered out of the car. With my awkward gait, I followed him into the cabin. He directed me into a room that was empty but for a bed. I lay down on it, my fingers spreading my swollen belly. I closed my eyes and drifted off, wishing I was home and not in this situation. - - - James' POV Two days went by without any word on Ashlynn. Lars and I were staying with Laura at her request. I slept in Ashlynn's room and Lars, obviously, slept with Laura. I could hear them through the wall at present: Laura was crying and Lars was attempting to comfort her, whispering reassuring things to her that I couldn't make out. I tossed and turned, trying to sleep, but I hadn't been able to since I discovered Ashlynn was missing. Fuck this, I thought, rising from the bed. I flipped the light switch, flooding the room with light. I moved about the room, picking through Ashlynn's things. In the drawer of the nightstand next to her bed, I found a notebook with a page full of boys' names. In her loopy handwriting were these names: Adrian James Jacob Ian James Liam Aaron Nicolas Kevin Patrick Emmet James "Adrian James" and "Aaron Nicolas" were circled boldly. My heart swelled for a moment, thinking about a son carrying my name in his own. How proud he would one day make me. Then, suddenly overwhelmed, I shoved the notebook back into Ashlynn's drawer. I crawled back into bed, forgetting about my sudden love of my child, and bunched Ashlynn's blankets around me. Her smell surrounded me. Vanilla. Soap. Grass. Something else I could never identify, but it was soft and inviting. I let her surround me. I wanted her here, with me. I missed her. Just as I was about to roll over and go to sleep, the phone rang. I jumped at it. "Hello? Who is it?" There was laughter. "Hello!" "Who is this?" "No need to worry about that. But I do have your girlfriend." "Ashlynn! Put her on!" I shot up in bed and gripped the phone tightly, cracking the plastic. "For a second, I guess." There was a dramatic sigh and some rustling, then someone returned to the phone. It was a female voice. "James," Ashlynn said softly. "Ashlynn, thank fuck. Are you okay?" My heart was beating out of my chest. I was frantic. "I...I'm fine. Just do what he says, please. I just want to come home." There was more rustling and the male returned. "You'd best listen to her. Either that or she's dead." "Okay, okay. What do you want? I'll do anything." I was pleading, something I normally wouldn't do, but in this case it was necessary. I really would do anything to get Ashlynn back. Anything to have her in my arms again. The man with the drawl laughed, as if to say, Of course you will. "I want five hundred thousand dollars. In cash." It was then that I recognized the voice. "Alright, Michael. But if you hurt her, I swear to God, I'm going to kill you. I kicked your ass once and I wouldn't hesitate to put you in an early grave. You tell me where you want me to meet you and I'll be there with the money. If you don't bring Ashlynn, your ass is mine." I could've sworn I heard him gulp. He gave me the address and the time. An hour from now."No cops," he said. And that was it. He hung up. I bolted out of bed and roused Laura and Lars. They dressed while I started the car. We were going to the bank. - - - Ashlynn's POV "Get up," Michael said harshly, tugging on my arm. He pulled me out of bed. I'd been sleeping for two days. He yanked me out of the room and I went, an unwilling rag doll, but a rag doll nonetheless. He forced me out of the dank cabin and into his car. I sat in the front this time, shivering with no shoes, a T-shirt, and pajama pants. He didn't think to get me new clothes or supply me with new ones. I'd missed two days of my prenatal vitamins and I hadn't eaten in the same span of time. I could only imagine the damage done to my child. I was in the front seat of the car. I watched the town of Inverness leave me, swaying with the car. I fell asleep then, letting the gentle rock of the car take me. - - - An hour or so later, the car stopped. Michael roughly shook my shoulder. I woke with a start, then realized we were back in the city. I almost bolted out of the car, but Michael held me back. We waited. A car pulled into the vacant lot. I recognized it immediately as my El Camino. "James!" I struggled to get out of Michael's grasp, but he held tight. I struggled some more, but stopped when I felt the muzzle of his gun on my stomach. I flopped to my rag doll stigma once more. He shoved me out of the car. As I staggered to the center of the lot, where Michael stood. James, Laura, and Lars emerged from the El Camino, looking nervous. James carried a duffle bag with him. He caught my eye and dropped the bag. Then he made a move to run toward me, but Michael pointed his hand gun at the blonde. "Don't move. Not until I see what's in here." He walked toward the bag, his gun pointed in the general direction of James. Michael opened the bag, sifted through the money. When he dropped his gun, I hurried for James. He gathered me up in his arms and My knees gave way. He lifted me and began carrying me back to the car. I buried my face in his chest, happy to be in his arms once more. What had happened before, our arguments and his cheating, it didn't matter. Only this mattered, our togetherness. There was a cock of a gun in the distance. We all turned. Michael was pointing the gun at us. "What is that?! Up there!" His voice was shrill. He was manic. We all looked up and, in the dim light the streetlights offered, we were able to see a sniper. James had brought the cops. "I told you no cops!" Michael cocked his own gun and two shots were fired. One hit Michael and the other, me. Laura screamed. James cried out. Lars cursed. The pain was so intense that I gasped loudly and blacked out. |
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| Olyamet | August 30, 2011, 12:45 am Post #54 |
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Jäger.....
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Oh No!!!! That fucker!! |
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | August 30, 2011, 6:40 am Post #55 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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God that's horrible !!! Hope her and the baby r okay i want more!! |
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| ilovejaymz | August 30, 2011, 7:23 am Post #56 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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AAAARH! Don't leave us hanging like this... |
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| Auluna Raie | August 30, 2011, 12:08 pm Post #57 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Free sledgehammers for any girl that wants to go Old School on Michael!!! *sets up stand* |
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| disposable_hero | August 30, 2011, 12:57 pm Post #58 |
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No worries, ladies. I'm typing up the new part now.
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| Lawrah Luvsmetallica | August 30, 2011, 12:59 pm Post #59 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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yay!!!!!!!!! keep goin its rele gewd |
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| disposable_hero | August 30, 2011, 1:15 pm Post #60 |
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thank yooou |
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