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| Terrible Things; This is Sad, but it is a love Fiction with James/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: December 13, 2011, 8:51 pm (4,590 Views) | |
| Shannyn(: | January 23, 2012, 8:44 pm Post #106 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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you can see in my head? SINCE WHEN!? |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 23, 2012, 8:56 pm Post #107 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Since we first met. Hehehehe |
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| Shannyn(: | January 23, 2012, 9:00 pm Post #108 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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Twas the year of 2011, in August when Shannyn & Audra met.. & then BAM *spirit fingers* Audra could see into Shannyns head.which, creeped her out a bit.
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 24, 2012, 8:08 pm Post #109 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Hahahahaha PRICELESS!!! MADE MY DAY BRO!
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| Shannyn(: | January 24, 2012, 8:11 pm Post #110 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 26, 2012, 8:44 pm Post #111 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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He held me there in that spot for a few moments more. My fingers massaged his scalp, my lips kissing his head every few minutes or so. I didn't really wanna have sex, but that didn't mean I wasn't in the mood either. I leaned back to look him in the eyes and he just stared at me blankly like he was waiting and preparing himself for something to happen. I smiled and crashed our lips together in a firey kiss. Tugging at a lock of his mohawk in my fist. His hands gripped my hips tightly and his mouth opened with a quiet moan of surprise. I smiled against his lips before sliding my tongue across his and over the roof of his mouth. He groaned and shifted his hips underneath me. I pulled away from our lustful kiss and licked at his neck. Kissing and nipping at the skull inked into his skin. Tracing the outline with my tongue, marking the skull with imprints of my teeth. I kept my left hand buried in his hair whilst my right hand gripped his shoulder pushing him back to lay on the bed. His head tilted against the mattress allowing me to bite and suck at the hollow point of his neck. Just where I knew he liked it. I was hot and excited to have sex with him. It would only be our second to third time but he was amazing at it and he always had me begging for more. Tonight, we'd switch roles. I'd have him begging for more. I removed my hand from his hair and sat up in his lap. Balancing my self with my hands on his chest, he smiled up at me. His on hands exploring the curves of my waist and back down again. I rocked my hips in a slow circular motion and watched with delight as his eyes shut and he hardened against me. I felt his fingertips dig into my flesh and I smiled squeezing his pecs. I trailed my hands down his torso and scooted back til I sat level on his thighs. I tugged at the waist band of his jeans and marveled at the snake that lay across his thigh. I teasingly unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. I smiled that he wasn't wearing his briefs. "Really baby? Again?" He looked up at me and ran his hand over my belly. "What? I'm lazy." I laughed and slid my hands underneath his shirt, he raised his arms and the thin cotton slipped over his head and onto the floor. I kised at his pale skin til my lips grazed his hipbone. He shifted and I heard him hiss and whisper something under his breath. "What was that baby?" I licked at the spot that my lips traced and his hips bucked up, his head tilting into the mattress. "I can't hear you baby." I teased. His right hand grabbed a lock of my hair and tugged my head above his erection. I smiled and hooked my fingers underneath the denim and slid them down his long legs. His cock stood at attention, swelled and pink waiting for it's treatment. I kissed at his thighs and at the base before slipping the tip slowly into my mouth carressing it with my tongue. He groaned and rocked his hips slowly upward forcing himself further down my throat. I stroked his length while sucking gently at his tip. My hand cupped his balls and he jolted a bit as I rubbed them in a slow, circular motion. I pulled him from my mouth and licked at the underside of his erection, letting my tongue catch the underside flare of his head. "God..Bailes.." I smiled at his pleasure and crawled back up his body. "Ya hungry baby?" I hooked my fingers under my shirt, but he shot up and grabbed the middle of it tearing it off my shoulders. I stared at him shocked. He kissed me quickly "Don't worry I'll buy you a new one." He whispered against my neck. I groaned as he broke the flap of my jeans yanking them down my legs. His hands gripped my hips tightly, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall. my legs wrapped around his waist automatically, his hands fell to my ass and he crouched slightly to slide himself inside my wet pussy. His head fell back and his mouth fell open in a quiet gasp. "Fuck bailey...God your so warm...uhh shit...so tight baby." He slowly pumped in and out of me. Gripping my ass tightly and devouring my neck with his teeth and tongue. "Oh..james...fuck that's good.." I dug my nails into his back and gripped his hips tightly with my calves. "Fuck...loosen your legs baby...God..." his hips moved faster, slamming me hard and deep. I felt his chest start to shake against mine and his knees slightly buckled as I felt his seed spill inside me. His arms planted themselves on the wall behind me, my arms draped around his neck, my head resting against his. "Fuck bailes...that was amazing." He whispered against my lips. "I love you." I whispered. I said it...And I said it with everything I had left. He looked at me and smiled, kissing me lovingly and gently. "I'm sorry I was so rough." His fingers traced over the light colored bruises on my hips as he set me back onto the ground. I smiled. "It's alright. Just next time, on the bed where we were before this." He chuckled and nodded holding my cheeks in his hands to kiss me sweetly. The next few days consisted of me being alone while James stayed at the shop and bounced around to the studio. He would call every now and then when he got the chance, but other than that once a week phone call, I rarely heard from him. The last memory of us having sex against my bedroom wall, had me wanting him more, and longing for his touch. Or just a tiny kiss. Castor had texted me to go out paintballing for the whole weekend and I agreed. So I sat in my room and packed up the gear into a duffle. I grabbed my truck keys and headed down towards the desert that he had chosen. When I arrived he was leaning against his father's lifted, camo turck. The keys hanging from a laniard that settled half way in his pocket and half against his leg. CASTOR POV I waited against the truck my dad had given me. I kicked dirt absent mindedly and fidled with my thumbs. I felt like an impatient child. I was 18 and waiting on my dad's girlfriend. I only aske dher to come out solely for the fact that my dad had so much to do that he didn't have time to come with me. It was rude to use her in that sense. But, it wasn't like I didn't have anything to talk to her about. My head snappe dup at the sound of a deisal truck approaching. I straightened out, shoved my hands in my pockets and smiled at her. She smiled back and parked underneath a tree. She hoped out, already dressed in full gear. "Hey Castor! How are you buddy?" "I'm good." I lied. I smiled fakely and hugged her with one arm. "So what is this? Capture the flag? Hunter? How do you wanna do this?" She crossed her arms over her chest and I sighed. "Hunter." She smiled full of energy and hopped to the tailgate of her truck to grab her S13. She came back and her expression changed. "What's the matter Castor?" She rested her gun and ammo box next to her feet and observed me. I shifted uncomfortably. "You look just like your father when you do that. But seriously, cmon. Tell me what's up." I turned on my heel and grabbed my own weapon of choice hoisting it onto my shoulder. "Boundries are south of the ridge, and north of the river bed. Follow it out to far and your out. first person that recieves 3 kill shot areas is out." She ignored my attempt at changing the subject and her hand landed on my shoulder. "Castor...cmon now. Don't do this to me. You can talk to me. Whatever you say will stay between us." I shook her hand off. "Lets just start this game. It ain't nothing I can't handle." I heard her whisper "I never said you couldn't. I was just trying to help." I spun around and without thinking yelled, "I don't need your help! I just want my father to acknowledge the fact taht I'm around! Instead of consuming himself in his work and shaft deep in you!" Her eyes widened and her weapon dropped to the dirt. She stared at me shocked and I could see the tears that she tried holding back. I shook my head, "Bailey I'm sorry...I really didn't.." "No castor.." She she held up her hand. "You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it. I know you a lot better thn you think...Tell me..Now. What else do you feel?" I gave up and set my gun on the tail bed of my truck and sighed. "It's just, this is always my dads' weekend with me and lately he's just been...off doing something else. He won't even take me to the shop with him anymore. Or the tudio. He expects that now that I have the truck I can take myself. Doesn't even consider the fact that I wanna go with him." Her hand touched my shoulder and I stared at the ground. "He jsut makes me so angry when he alienates himself this way." Her hand dropped. "He's done this before?" "Yeah. He's trying to find his emotions is what he calls it. Did this the last time he had women in his life. Said he wants to be alone to help find out how much he loves them or some bull shit like that. If you ask me makes no sense." "It's not suppossed to. Castor, if it makes a difference he hasn't come to see me either. Look, I'm sure your father is alright, and I'm sure that he's telling the truth about finding his feelings." "Bailey..I dn't know how to put this any other way, and I really hope I'm wrong, but I think he's finding himself in another female." Her eyes went wide with fear and I regretted it the moment I said it. "Castor...what brings you to this?" "He gets a call, and all I hear is 'I miss you' see you soon lets meet. And he blushes." "Son, I don't think that's it." "Did you just call me son?" "Uhm..Sorry." She backed up away from me but I smiled and threw my arms around her. "I love you Bailey and I hope you get my dad." I whispered in her ear. She smiled and patted my back. "Why don't we start this game, forget about all this for a couple hours and then we can go back to my place, you can ride Skip like you did when you were young, and in the mean time, I'll try and find James.." I smiled in agreement and shook off the sad nerves that attacked my heart. "Sounds like a plan Bailey." MORE SOON. WHERE YOU GUYS THINK JAMES HAS BEEN?
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| Nah Bruno | January 27, 2012, 4:05 pm Post #112 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I hope he's alone...
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| Shannyn(: | January 27, 2012, 6:40 pm Post #113 |
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You are an evil woman Audra, go all smutty on me THE BAM! ~ Drama! haha. Ooo i can't wait for the next chapter
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 27, 2012, 8:31 pm Post #114 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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We played for a good 3 hours before I finally got him with a lung shot. Ending the game with him having the 3 kill wounds and me with the 2. We met up at our trucks and set our gear away. I reached into the cooler I had brought and tossed him a gaterade. He nodded in thanks and slugged it half it down. I laughed in disgust and sipped at my own. "So do you think your dad loves me?" His hands trembled and he shifted his weight comfortably. "I don't Bailes..I mean he says he does but what he does and what he says are two totally different things.." I nodded my head and smiled when he called me by James nickname. "Bailey..can I ask you something?" I nodded and stepped towards him. "Yeah of course. What is it?" He set his bottle down and pushed his hands deep into his back pockets, rocking onto his heels. "Do you think...maybe I could..stay at your place for a few days?" I was a bit concerned with his request and the fact that he wouldn't even look me in the eye. He was never the type of kid to shy from someone or to never look them in the eye. "Uhm..I wouldn't see why not..But what's the reason? I mean, it'd be nice to know in case your father comes looking for you or asks." "Trust me...he won't." "Well, what do you mean by that?" "Exactly that. He won't ask and he won't come looking for me. He never has." "Castor, don't you think for a second that he doesn't care. Cause he does." "How would you know?" "Cause I work with him, and all he tlaks about is you. Even when him and I have pillow talk. He doesn't shut up about you..and you know..He asked me last week...rather told me that my place wasn't just gonna be mine and Skip's anymore. I think that's a hint that he wants to move in with me..and bring you with us." Castor looked up at me and hugged me tightly. "PLease..please...talk to my dad...Bring him back to the ground.." I nodded and patted his back comfortingly. "I will buddy. Why don't we head home and you hop on Skip? I'll go look for your dad. I have a feeling I know where he's at." He nodded and we drove in the seperate directions. Me towards the secret shop James had rented out for strict privacy and Castor to my home. I arrived at the shop, and sure enough found James bike wedged between a wall and three garbage bins. I parked my truck, still in my paintball gear I tossed my hair in a ponytail and walked in through the back. pulling the garage open with one fling. He was laying on the couch, arm over his eyes, spray paint all over the walls in random designs, his chest covered in different colors and his jeans loosely resting on his hips open. I felt my heart race hoping there wouldn't be another female to enter. He was asleep, but I pulled the door back down and stepped towards him. I sat on my knees next to the couch and rested my hand on his chest. I watched a faint smile creep to his lips. He mumbled something when I massaged his sternum. I smiled to myself and slid my hand down massaging his belly. "MmmmBailey stop it...we just finished.." He spoke. I pulled my hand to his chest, but he still did not stir. I touched his arm and he jolted upright. "What're you doing here?" He spoke harshly. "I..it's hard to explain..But tell me why you haven't spoken to me or your son in nearly a week!" He shook his head, buttoned his jeans and brushed by me. I stood and grabbed his arm forcing him to face me. "James...Talk to me." he yanked himself out of my grip and his eyes were cold. "Why?! How bout you tell me why you haven't just given up! Why haven't you forgotten about me!?" I stared at him not knowing what to say. "Bailey....I can't be in a relationship with you..." "But all thos.." "i know! All those things I told you, they were true, please trust that...But everytime I kiss you I see my decesed wife and you just...you just fucking...Ugh! You're just fucking lie her in everyway and that agitates the hell out of me! But I love it." I touched his chest with a shaky hand and tried to speak through my trembling lips. "So why is that an issue Jaime? This doesn't prevent you in anyway from being with me...I went paintballing with Castor this afternoon and he told me you did this type of thing when you got confused with your feelings...and he's hurt that you have ignored him and told him that he was on his own. Said you never got that he wanted to do things with you.." He hung his head in shame at the actions with his son. "It's nothing personal with him." "Then you need to tell him that...Not me." He nodded. "I don't know why I'm doing this with you Bailes..i love you..I really do..But I jsut..I don't know." "Shh baby.You don't have to know, and you don't have to apologize either. Just make things right with Castor. He's asked to stay at my home for a few days, I accepted and you're more than welcome to join in with us." A sweet smile crept to his face and he hugged me gently. "Why you gotta be such an angel?" "Oh James...I'm too far from being an angel." I smiled. "Well in THAT sense you are but I'm talking bout in person. You're to perfect. You don't deserve a broken, beat up man like me." "Oh but I do. Because I'm broken and beat up myself." The next couple months, James, Castor, and I stayed at my home. Never returning to the city. Instead, just going to the town over for groceries or a casual paintball session. Castor spent his time attending the close community college and riding Skip everyday. He was forming that bond with him and James enjoyed that things were better. We were all getting along, enjoying the other's company and yet still having enough alon time to each of ourselves. James stayed in my roomm with me every night, waiting on me hand and foot whenever he could, plaing his guitar and teaching his son drums in his free time away from my homemade car shop on my property. Castor and I practiced paintball maneuvers in the back of my property, by the tree. Teaching each other difficult bits of certain climbing, crawling, and shooting. PAINTBALL SESSION UNKNOWN. Castor raced up behind me and took me to the ground. His arm wrapped around my neck in a half assed triangle choke. I smiled at his attempt and planted my feet on the ground flipping myself over his head, grasping his right arm between my legs in a full arm bar. His sweat covered arm pulled out of my grasp and he shifted on top of me for the full mount. "Got you. You're down." I smirked. "Not yet. Look how your legs are. Cross them at the ankles and that way when I shift my hips, you won't loose balance and give me the dominant. hunch over to protect your rib cage from blows and press your weight into your hips, holding me down and cut off my breathing. So that you stay fresh and I stay winded." He nodded taking in the lesson before jjmping off me. 'Where'd you learn this stuff anyhow?" "My brother was a soldier and whenever he returned home, he would teach me some things. But he wasn't supposed to so if anyone asks, you went to a gym and figured it out." He laughed and nodded a slight yes ma'am. "Cmon, you gotta get to school, it's almost noon. You're lunch is in the fridge. Say goodbye to your dad. He should be in the shop." He smiled, patted my shoulder like I was one of his guy buddies and strutted off. I smoothed out my clothes and brushed the grass off me. I made my way towards the shop when Casotr pulled out of the driveway and sped off. James was underneath a '67 Camero cursing and wiping his grease covered hands on his jeans. "James?" "Yeah baby." I smiled and kneeled squeezing his thigh with my hand. "Come out from under there." I had discarded my shirt and closed the barn door behind me already. He grasped onto the body of the vehicle and pushed himself out from underneath. His eyes widened at my bare chest, his fingers reaching out to touch my newly pierced belly ring. "When did you get this?" I smiled. "You like it?" "It's fucking hot." I blushed and touched his hand to my cheek. "Good. I'm glad you adore it. I kissed his lips sweetly and moistened them with my tongue. He groaned at my touch and layed me back against the cool flooring. "We're alone?" I nodded biting my lip anxiously. "Good." He fucked me there on teh floor, then pushed me up against the wall and slammed into me with no remorse. He sat me on the work bench and kised me gently. stroking my sweaty shoulders caringly, his nose nuzzling my cheek in between kisses. "God I love you. I'm so glad we moved in together." I smiled and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. "Me too." CASTOR'S COLLEGE I jumped out of my truck shaking hands with a few of my buddies and catching a glimpse of the girl that I tried hiding my feelings from. She smiled and waved me over. My legs carried me a little to quickly to her destination and we exchanged an awkward hug and breathy 'hello.' i stood in front of her casually and she just smile dup at me. "So how you been Castor? Didn't se eyou the past few days..And you got something in your hair.." Her hand reached up and ruffled my blonde locks scwinching her nose at the grass that fell. "What were you doing that has made you all messy?" I laughed. "I'm a guy. What don't we do that doesn't make us messy?" She smiled her perfect smile and slapped my chest. "Shut up. So uhm...what're you doing this weekend? Maybe we cou..." Her words were cut short as her stare caught a glimpse of something over my shoulder. I turned to follow her gaze and noticed her current on/off boyfriend Trace. He was a big due, towered over me by a couple inches, but our muscle mass was bout the same. I hung my head as he wrapped his arm over her shoulders. "Why you tlakin to this punk Kj? Thought I told you to stay away from her." I locked eyes with him and glared. "She's not your property and I don't answer to you." He dropped his arm and stepped toward me closing the gap. "What'd you say to me boy?" "I didn't fucking stutter. She ain't a piece of meat. You aren't her fucking father to tell her who she can speak to or not" His chest heaved in anger and I practically begged him to hit me. "Watch your mouth boy. That's my girlfriend you're speaking about." "You sure as hell don't treat her like she's your girlfriend. Sleeping around on her every time you get back together. Calling her names. The whole fucking town knows you pushed her around for a year." His fist swung at me and connected with my jaw. I dropped my binder and fell to my knees. I spat out the blood that poured from my lip. I could see kj grabbing his arm chewing her out. I planned on staying on the ground, but the moment I saw him grab her arm and shove her away I jumped to my feet and tackled him into the concrete wall. his fists connected with my ribs and I straightened out grabbing the back of his neck slamming his nose into my knee cap. When he hit the ground in a daze I screamed, "Don't fucking touch her like that!" He stood up on wobbly legs and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, practicaly tossing me into the concrete wall. My vision went black dfor a split second when the back of my head collided with the hard concrete. I opened my eyes in time to have his fist meet my upper cheek. He hit me a few times before letting me go. I dropped to my knees and tried breaking my fall with my hand. But a split of pain shot through my palm and up my wrist causing me to retreat my hands and hit the concrete ground. I could hear him laughing and the crowd snickering. I rose to my feet in anger and muttered pussy. his head shot towards me. I spit the blood from my mouth and wiped the blood from my cheek that slipped from the scrape. "You just don't get it you little piss ant." "No, you don't get it. You're a fucking womanizer, you beat women, and you cheat. You're a fucking pig. If you touch her again, I'll fucking kill you." He chuckled evily and the crowd hushed to hear our angry banter. "Who the fuck do you think you are faggot?" "Your worst fucking nightmare. Touch her again, and watch what I fucking do to your face." He smiled arrogantly. "Don't like you're gonna do much seeing as you just got your ass handed to you." I waited for him to close his eyes as he laughed. I slammed my shoulder into his gut and slamme dhim into the ground. I locked my ankles like I was taught earlier and pounded his face with my fists. "Fuck you! You will never hurt her! Ever! You fucking prick! Have you had enough!" I had hold of his collar with my left hand and hit his cheek with my right continuly until I felt a small hand grab my arm tightly. The unknown fugre yanked me from my dominate position. I spat blood on his shirt as I stumbled to my feet. When I was slung around, my eyes were wide and the blood caught in my throat causing me to cough slightly. "Kj...I was jsut.." Her hand slammed against my bruised cheek and i winced. "You started a pointless fight and spread my personal issues in fornt of the whole school! God damnit Castor!" She slapped me again and I felt the tears rise to my eyes. "Kj please." She cut me short with another slap to the other side of my cheek. "Don't ever...ever Castor...scare me like that.." I watched the tears fall from her eyes and hit her shirt. "Pick your battles..." "I did. And that one was worth it." I looked over her shoulder, and Trace was standing wiping the blood from his nose glaring at me. "Kj, lets go!" He was angry and I knew if she went with him, he'd hurt her. I grabbed her wrist kindly. "Please don't go with him.." "I have too." "No..no you don't.." MORE SOON!!! |
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| Shannyn(: | January 27, 2012, 8:48 pm Post #115 |
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WOOHOO GO CASTOR!!! :horns2 Kick his fucking ass!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 27, 2012, 8:54 pm Post #116 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Hey! Play nice!
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| Shannyn(: | January 27, 2012, 8:56 pm Post #117 |
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ME!? PLAY NICE?! PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT.... lolololololololol. |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 28, 2012, 6:44 pm Post #118 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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:horns2 nice more
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 29, 2012, 8:18 pm Post #119 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I should've known better than to ask hahaha |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 30, 2012, 8:18 pm Post #120 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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She yanked her wrist out of my grip, and searched my eyes sadly. I could see the tears she wanted to shed, and she turned. Walking away, wrapping her arm around Trace's waist and heading off to class. The crowd dispersed and I picked up my binder. Only just to throw it back to the ground in frustration. I turned and slammed my already bruised and skinned fist into the wall. I shook my hand to toss it into numbness. I knew showing up to class looking the way I did would surely get a call home to my father so instead, I grabbed my binder and walked in the other direction, drifting off campus grounds. I walked for what seemed like miles before I reached my secluded spot in the desert. I tucked away behind a tree and shut my eyes. I rubbed my fingers over my knuckles and breathed slowly and that throbbing that began to rise. My eyes snapped open at the sound of footsteps coming near. I peeked my head around the large trunk of the tree and saw three broad figures coming my way. One of 'em pointed to me and I snapped back behind the tree. I rose to my feet and closed my eyes hoping they really hadn't seen me. I recognized them as Trace and two of his buddies. If he could'nt kick my ass on his own, he sure as hell could do it with his friends. I had a feeling that that was his plan for me. When I opened my eyes he was towering over me with his two friends by his sides. A smirk grin on his face and his knuckles curled in anger. "Whatdoya doin' out here all by yourself?" "What's it to you prick?" I retorted. Probably not the smartest move on my part. The bigger of the two friends grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and shoved me back hard into the trunk of the tree. "You gotta a mouth on you don't you superman?" "That's Batman to you." He chuckled and his fist landed across my cheek. He picked me back up by my collar and straightened me out. I stared at him feeling the headache come along. "You're gonna learn to stay away from taken girls. You hear me?" "Fuck you. i don't follow your rules." Trace shook his head and motioned for his friends to grab me. I flailed my arms trying to avoid them but they overpowered me in a few quick movements. "Hold him steady boys!" I forced my eyes to stay open looking him in the eye each time his fist hit my cheek. I could see that he was struggling with his choice, but his friends laughed and urged him on. He shook his fists at his sides and looked at the ground sighing heavily. His friends thrusted me forward til I hit my hands and knees. I quickly fell to my side when one of their boots met my ribs. I could feel the wetness of the other's saliva on my neck. Trace kneeled at my side. His hand on my shoulder. "We can't always get what we want brother. She's mine, stay away from her or I'll have to pay you another visit. Quit trying to be superman, cause I hate doing this shit." "Trace! Lets dip!" He punched my shoulder heavily and rose, strodding off like nothing had happened. I rolled pain steakingly onto my back and whimpered looking up at the sky. I fought the tears back and clutched my fists to my chest. Big boys don't cry. I thought. You can take a hit. You're a man. I slowly eased my way to my feet, grabbed my binder and made for home. I kept my head down to avoid the shameful looks of bystanders. Fighting was common amongst boys in this small town in Cali. But it still wasn't looked upon as a good thing. I had my fair share of petty fist fights. But never once had I been the instigator until today. I admit I got what I deserved. If I kept my mouth shut, I wouldn't be about to become a disappointment to my father. Hopefully I could avoid him for the night. Or maybe the whole week. I looked up and stopped my feet from moving. I sighed heavily, the house as jsut a few more steps away. I could see Bailey riding Skip around in the arena my dad and I helped her build, and I could see my father leaning on the gate watching her in amazement. Just like he always did. To scared to get on himself. I smiled sidely at the thought that they were so happy. THey had their share of arguements but they never got bad. I ruffled my hand through my hair and pressed on. I snuck around through the back to avoid the both of them and stomped up to my room. I slammed my door, tossing my binder on my desk and plopping my bruised and broken body on my bed. The mattress was uncomfortable for once and I rolled on my side. Only to meet the wood flooring. I winced and pounded my fist against it in frustration. This day couldn't possibly get worse. I closed my eyes and snapped them back open at the sound of my father and Bailey giggling as they horseplayed their way up the stairs and shut their bedroom door behind them. I forgot that they thought they were still alone. I pulled the pillow on top of my head and tried my best to block out their cries of ecstasy. I gave up pushing in my headphones. But they only pounded against my ear drums making my headache a migraine. I tossed them as well to the floor. I pulled myself up to my bed and stared up at the ceiling. He's gonna be so pissed. God, Kj why you? Why did you have to come into my life? Sitting next to me, that smile, flirting with me...Dancing with me in your room when we should've been studying...Why? Why won't you fucking listen to me! He's gonna hurt you! Let me help you! I could see her behind my swollen eyes. Her hair falling against her shoulders. I took a deep breath and tried to think back to last month when it was hot and we went down to the lake and it was jsut her and I. FLASHBACK "So you never told me what brought you here...I know you're from San Fran but why would you move to this secluded area?" I smiled at her and she took her sun dress off revealing cut off jeans and a striped bikini top. "My dad found a new girl. He's gonna marry her. And he wanted us t live out here since we're away from papparrazzi and what not." "Why would you wanna avoid that?! You're famous! That would be so amazing." "It's really not. Trust me just after 10 years of it, I wanted to shoot myself. It gets annoying having the whole world in your head." She smiled and took my hand. "That's what it's like here. "Everyone is famous round here. We all know each other and what goes on." She giggled and let go of my hand. "Cmon, lets swim. I'm burning up standing here." I smiled and nodded for her to go. "Aren't you coming?" She shouted from the bank. "No! I'm not in the mood to really swim." She hung her head and made her way back towards me. "Then why'd you bring me here?" "Cause I wanted to share it with you.." She looked at me quizacly. "Look Kj, I know you have a boyfriend and all but I'm not bringing you here as a friend. I'm bringing you here...Cause I..Well I like you a lot." Her hand stroked my cheek, and she leaned close to me. Our lips brushed each other and I felt her smile. "Kj, you shouldn't.." "Why not?" "Cause..you're taken and I don't feel like getting my ass kicked." "You won't. He'll never find out. Besides, him and I..are..We're on a break." "Are you just telling me that to feel less guilty about this situation?" She stared up at me guiltly. "Isn't this what you want Castor?" "He has you so screwed up in that sense doesn't he? It is what I want, but not if I'm the second person." She nodded and kissed my cheek. I lifted her into my arms and rushed to the water. Dropping us into the warm liquid. We bounced back to the top laughing and she splashes me. I mouthed 'I love you.' And to my surprise she swam towards me, holding my face in her hands and whispered it back to me. Kissing my lips sweetly. I opened my eyes and let the tears fall from the corners. I pulled my stretched out shirt over my head and tossed it into the laundry basket. I was built fairly well, my shoulders broad like my fathers, my pecs efined and my abs toned but still a little pudgey with baby fat. I had girls look at me, but I discarded them like they meant nothing to me. Cause in reality, they didn't. My fingers traced the bruises on my ribs and my eyes followed them in my reflection. My eye was red and blue with dried blood on my cheek. My lip swollen and knuckles skinned raw. I shook my head. I looked like my dad that day he came home all scraped up from getting into a fight of his own over a girl. I pulled on a white-beater and a pair of gym shorts. I opened my door and made my way down the steps slowly. Standing in the kitchen, I made myself some grub and ducked my head low when I heard footsteps decend. "Oh Castor...you're home early." I heard Bailey call cheerfully. "Yeah." I mumbled shifting my back to her. "Did you even go to school or did you ditch?" She whispered behind me. She answered to my silence. "Don't worry, I won't tell your dad." She patted my back and I grunted. Maybe a little too loudly. "You okay son?" I nodded my head. "Yeah. Fine." I got up, my head down, I lifted my plate and made for the sink. She gasped and I dropped my glass plate in the sink breaking it. I sighed with anger and knew she noticed and that my dad would soon come down to wonder what the ruckus was. "What happened to your and?!" Her hand grabbed at mine gently and I rose my head and looked at her. Her face went pale white and she quickly grabbed a cloth, wet it with warm water and dabbed at the scrape on my cheek. "Who did this to you?" "It's nothing. I'm a man." "That's not what I asked. I never accused you of not being a man son. What happened?" "What's it look like happened?" I retorted rather sarcastically. "Don't pull that tone with me. Now answer me." "This kid Trace and I got into it on the grounds." "Yeah no shit." "Look, I was standing up for what I thought was right." "And that is?" She pressed. "I was talking to his girl and he started being an ass and so I shouted at him that he was hitting her. ANd he has been. He's a prick and I kicked his ass. But then when I went to be alone, his friends and him jumped me." Her hand stopped dabbing at my bloody cheek and she sighed. "I know you're disappointed in me, but he deserved what he got, and so did I." "No, no Castor that's not it. I'm not disappointed, and I'm not angry either. But I'm not happy. Look, I know you did what you thought was right, and I respect you for that. Standing up for a lady is..it's brave...But you gotta learn that there's somethings you just can't fix. She won't listen to you because she thinks she loves this boy." "How do you know?" "Cause I've been there son. And your father is the one who got me out of it." "Well maybe I'll be like my dad and get her out of it." "I hope so son. Now hurry on and take a hot shower. You're gonna have to explain this to your dad." I nodded and hugged her warmly. "I'm sorry Bailey." "Oh don't be.It's alright. Now go." She smiled and I rushed up the stairs into the bathroom. I stood under the hot spray going over ways I would present this mess to my dad. He never was one to take kindly to violence. That being he's had his fair share of it. I stepped out and dried myself off. I could hear Bailey telling him she loved him, that they would play later and that I had something to speak to him about. I got tired of their horse play at times but it was better than seeing them argue or seeing them unhapy. I smiled at the picture of the three of us on the bathroom wall. I had a 'mom' and I loved her. I had a dad and I loved him. And I had myself, but i wasn't sure whether or not I liked him. MORE SOON
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you can see in my head?



Twas the year of 2011, in August when Shannyn & Audra met.. & then BAM *spirit fingers* Audra could see into Shannyns head.

8:39 PM Jul 10