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| Tweet Topic Started: February 8, 2012, 7:04 pm (190 Views) | |
| usmcjahusmc8762 | February 8, 2012, 7:04 pm Post #1 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Guys, I am so sorry, I've been meaning to post but I had some difficulties with the site. So here youo go. Thank you for being patient. Chapter 1 He didn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning every few moments or so, waking in cold sweat every hour. It wa nerve wracking knowing she was just 13 steps down the stairs on the couch. Ice pack on her cheek, blanket over her waist. Castor yanked the covers off his body, standing he made his way down the dark steps. It was a little past one am and he knew she’d be asleep but at least he could say he checked up on her. When he decended to the end of the steps, he saw her sitting up, her head placed in her hands and her throat containing soft whimpers of sorrow. He sighed and went to the kitchen grabbing a fresh ice pack wrapping it in a towel and making his way towards her. “Here.” He nearly whispered. She looked up at him and gingerly took the ice from him. She placed it to her cheek and looked away from him. He took his place next to her and took the ice from her hands to her shock. He dabbed it on her lip, then at the corner of her eye, then across her cheek bones. “Don’t stay in one spot for too long. It freezes the nerves. Makes the healing process slower” She smiled sweetly. “Thanks doctor Castor.” He chuckled lightly and set the ice on the table after a few more gentle touches to the tender spots. They sat there in silence neither one making the slightest nod in the other’s direction. “Are you feeling any better?” He stated blandly. “A little. Still pretty sore but nothing a good hot bath and some Ibprophen can’t fix.” He didn’t smile just nodded his head. “When you going back home?” He knew it was rude but he meant it. He didn’t want her staying there. Looking the way she was or he’d lose it for sure and kill the bastard with no remorse. “Uhm..I don’t know. Why am I wearing out my welcome or something?” He stood. “No. You’re fine.” “So that’s it?” He snapped back to look at her. “What do you mean?” “I mean you come down just to dab ice on my face and then ask me when I’m leaving? If you have something to say Castor I want to hear it.” He pondered his thoughts in a short moment and decided to say it. “I hate how you never listen to me. I told you what was going to happen. I could have protected you and look what happened. You got hurt and now you come crying on my door step. In all honesty Kj you should have known better. You’ve been with him for how long? Putting up with it for how long? When are you gonna learn?” She rose to her feet and stood inches form him. The tears already forming at her eyes. “You wanted me to say it. I’m not gonna lie to you Kj. I don’t want you here. Especially when you look like this and it makes it seem like my fault.” She had no words for him. Just and open, swollen quivering lip. And that seemed to turn him away. “You hate him.” He turned to her once more. “Damn right I do.” “No! You’ve hated him since the day he came into my life. You don’t even know him! He’s a good guy!” “And a good guy gives his girl a black eye , few bruised ribs and a fat lip? Yeah sounds like a winner.” “You’re just jealous cuase he kicked your ass and you’re not as physically fit as he.” He clapped his hands sarcastically and smirked. “Bravo. Hit me below the belt with a demasculating comment. Yeah, he kicked my ass, and it looks like he did the same to you. So we’re both in the same boat. Who gives two fucks about who’s bigger muscle wise. I hate him because he beats up on women and they let him get by with it. You’re not the only one Kj. He’s touched others just like he has you. And I bet he still does. You’re totally blinded by that stupid four letter word that you over use.” That was it. The young girl had enough of his ass remarks and her right hand came down across his left cheek. But he didn’t do much. Just stood there and smiled at her. She raised her hand at him again but he gripped her wrist whispering low and darkly. “Hit me all you want. I fucking protected you. You know I’m right about Trace and you know I’m right when I say he’ll do it again if you go back. I’m not trying to be the dick here. I’m trying to smack you with reality.” He let go of her hand and turned for the stairs once more hollering over his shoulder a sweet goodnight. The next morning Castor seemed to be the last one down for breakfast. Slouching at the breakfast bar, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He squinted at the early sun through the window. Bailey smiled cheerfully and set a bowl of cereal in front of him and gestured to Kj over his shoulder. “What?” He mouthed. “Go over there and give this to her.” She whispered kindly. He scoffed but obliged. He set the bowl in front of her and she smiled a short thanks. “Morning.” He whispered before turning on his heels and heading outside to the shop where he knew his father would be this time of day. “Dad?” He called in search. His father pushed out from underneath a car and smiled t him. “What’s up son?” “When is Kj leaving?” His father looked disappointed t his question and set his gear down. “Why you ask? She’s here for as long as she needs to be.” He said with a bit of finality. “I on’t want her here.” “That’s to damn bad. She’s your friend and you’re gonna help her.” “I won’t help someone who doesn’t listen.” James stood and rested his hands on his hps in frustration. “What’s going on with you? What’s all this anger about lately?” “It’s called being a teenager.” “Don’t’ get smart with me. What is going on? You like her or something?” Castor scoffed and trned his back to his father. “Well? You can’t avoid it for long.” “You don’t know the issue.” “Try me. Girl comes along, get to know each other. Fall for her but she’s taken and you find she’s harmed by that guy and there’s nothing you can do cause everything you say goes in one ear and out the other with the girl.” Castor turned and stared at James in shock. “Yeah, I’ve been there. With Bailey in fact. I know what you’re going through and if you don’t conform your attitude to hers, you can kiss any chance you had with her goodbye. Even the friendship.” “I just want her to understand.” “I know. But you can’t. She needs to find out. The best you can do is give your advice and shoulder. She’ll come along but first you have to.” “Yeah I guess.” With that, Casotr left the garage and back to the house. Not taking a glance at Kj just hauling his tired frame up the stairs and into his room. “Don’t worry hun, he’s just..being stubborn.” “He hates me.’ She whispered. “Oh no he doesn’t. He’s just upset cause he thinks this is his fault.” “Well it’s not. It’s mine. He should know that.” “I think he does, he just doesn’t want to admit it to himself. Cause the way James raised him was that it’s never the females fault. Just..why don’t you go out and play paintball in the arena with him? Talk with him a bit?” “Okay.” She ducked her head down and made her way up the stairs stopping at his door. She raised her arm to knock but the door opened before she could hit the wood. He stood in front of her, clad in low dark jeans with no shirt. “Can I help you?” “Uhm…paintball?” He smiled kindly and stepped out of the way. “Yeah sure. “ stepping into the hall he made his way for the stairs. “You comin?” She smiled and they almost raced down to the small arena gearing up in silence. More soon |
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| Shannyn(: | February 10, 2012, 8:00 pm Post #2 |
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Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
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Okay, you've got me hooked on the first chapter.. It's so nice to read a Castor fic (: & he's all grown up! It's even cuter! I love how this just straight from the ending of 'Terrible Things' i seriously hope you can get back on the forum soon & update this, it's fantastic
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | February 15, 2012, 8:36 pm Post #3 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Dear god guys I'm so sorry for the major dely. I'm again having issues with the site allowing me on. One of the days it's working. Thank god haha He stood silently in the dorrway with his back to me as I finished pulling on my Fox gear. There were still paint stains from the last time we played which felt like centuries ago. His broad back and his short, cropped dirty blonde hair, he looked just like his father from the back. I smiled to myself and muttered an "I'm ready." He pun to look at me and I felt his eyes graze over my body as I fixed my own on the ground. I nudged my steel toe covered boot against the wood floor before he spoke. "Alright. Well lets go. You want me to carry those?" He gestured towards the extra paint cans hinting that we'd be out here for awhile. "Uhm...Yeah sure." I smiled softly and moved out of his way. His biceps flexed and dipped into his skin as he lifted the colorful jugs and made his way out to the make shift arena. "Member the last game we played?" He smiled charmingly. "Yeah! how could I forget? it was awesome." "Well, good. Cause it's the same rules, same directions, just...more open free space to travel. More knooks and cranies to hide in and it'll last longer. First one.." "With three kill shots I know." I finished for him. He smiled and nodded helping me load my S13. I hung the leather strap over my shoulder and locked the safety in place. I aimed at a tree trunk and fixed my sight to this right and slightly upwards. I twisted my barrel when he had his head turned. I knew by doing that, when I fired it would look like the "bullet" was flying towards the ground but would ultimately hit him in the gut area. When he turned back to look at me, he had mud smeared under his eyes, down his cheeks and over his barrel. He must have noticed my confused expression for he grabbed my own barrel and smeared it with mud. "For cover." "Making things easier for me are you Castor?" "ya know, just a friendly jesture. Want it to be fair right?" "Yeah." He smiled that charming smile once more and I felt my cheeks fill red. "Alright. On a count of three, Run in opposite directions." "Don't look back." I added. He smiled and nodded in approval. "One.." "Two.." "THREE!" We yelled and took off in seperate sprints. I headed east and he went somewhere off towards the north. I slid down into a little ditch type thing that was clearly dug for this purpose of playing. I sighed to myself and crawled on my belly to a new spot. Knowing that he'd probably surfaced every acre of this property. I was tucked away in a small little hole hand dug underneath a large tree. I could see and smell the reminence of paint along the trunk and smiled. Gripping my S13, I felt beads of sweat drip down the hairline of my scalp. He'd be looking for a high area right about now. I peeked my head around and noticed a large ridge that I was for sure he'd be making his way up. Which would mean, I'd have to get myself on some type of slant to avoid detection. CASTOR'S POV I ran as hard and fast as I could. Jumping over rocks and bushes as I headed toward my hide out. My feet and hands scaled the smooth rocky, surface, my weapon bouncing against my back. It was covered in mud so I knew the sun had no chance of reflection. I crawled and climbed, kneeling through every little curve, reaching for every edge. Finally. Reaching the middle of the ridge, I got on my belly and pulled myself across the red surface to my hide out. I could see everything. The ditch my father dug, the arena with the barrels and poles inside it and Skip laying in the middle sun bathing. I could see my fathers garage light on hinting he was inside. I could see Bailey's silhouette in the window of the house. She must be making somehting or cleaning. I set my gun next to my side and focused my eyes on the scenery. Observing everything I could without binoculars. Nothing. It was just open. The only sound coming from the wind echoing inside the tiny cave. There was just enough space for m to roll onto my back and scooch my way out but not enough to even slightly sit up. I locked in the safety and checked my sight once more. Bored that there was nothing out. She was always good at hiding. Within an instant I could feel my blood boil in my arms and my heart slam against my chest. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. "You're used to hiding. It's how you live." I muttered to myself. I could see his large figure over powering her in slight movements and watching her cower. I remembered back to the time she told me she his in the air vent for hours from him. It angered me even more and I squinted my eyes once more over the acres. Still nothing. She must be on a slant. I took a breath once more and relaxed myself. I raised my weapon as if my sight was somehow altered. Still ntohing. 30 minutes must have already passed, I could start to feel the sun catch my black uniform and heat my body. I rolled up my sleeves and rolled onto my back. Scooching my way out of the crevice, I shut my eyes at the bright sun. I climbed down lower and planted my heels into the mud. I kicked at old shells and picked at old paint. I shook my head and walked carelessly through the high grass. I stopped a few times to listen but caught nothing and moved on. I became resltess and sat underneath a small tree. Closing my eye an image of Kj popped up. She was dancing around like she had that day at the lake. Her brown curls falling against her tan shoulders and her bright smile flickering off the sun. I smiled and bit my lip. But I watched her face cahnge to horror and pale white. The dark circles formed under her eyes and the trickles of blood seeped through her nose and off her lip. The swollen flesh turned a bright pink and tears stained her purple cheeks. I curled my fists and white nuckled the grip of my weapon. "Easy there son." I heard her say. "Why getting so angry? Enjoy the happy moments you're creating." I shook my head. Trying to rid the voice. "She's so beautiful. Dancing that way. You're letting her tease you.." I opened my eyes and shot to my feet. I ran. Hard and fast through the brush. But I quickly met the ground in pain. I looked down and saw the bright red paint on my calf. I glared searching around me. I crawled. "She got you. She's playing the hunter now. She doesn't get to do it often you know. You ever gonna tell her you love her?" I sighed heavily and rose to my feet again. "Leave me alone." I whispered. "I bet that's what she told him." "Ugh!" I grunted. I fell forward against the rock wall. She had hit me with a lung shot. Kill shot one. She's uping me. "Castor you can't hide it forever. You care about her." "You don't know shit." "I know more than you clearly." "You're dead." "That's no way to speak to your mother." "I don't even know you." "And that's my fault?" "Just fuck off. Things were easy." "Before I spoke to you? Sure looks like they are easy for you son." "Stop it! You're making me lose!" I slammed my fist against the hard wall and turned on my heels keeping my eyes peeled open for any type of movement. But I saw nothing. She was following next to me. Maybe a few steps behind me. But she was on my tail and she was enjoying it. KJ'S POV I jumped in excitement at my second shot. I knew that this was my chance to beat him. He made the mistake of running through the middle and not staying near the walls. i had a clear view of him and I only trailed a few strides to his flank. Far enough for him not to detect me but close enough for me to stalk. I would wait until he dropped again before I made my next shot. He seemed angry and unhappy. Maybe a little distsressed like he didn't lose often. There he went. He dropped falling to his knees. I mimicked his movement and watche dhim carefully. He was looking around swithcing his safety on and off like it was his life. Pondering his next move, plotting his next postion or stopping point. He shot up again and made a b-line toward the ridge. I'd have to pop him twice now. Both kill shots. A one in a million shot but it would be worth it. I steadied myself and followed my target carefully. Pressing my forefinger and middle finger on my double tap trigger. I took a deep breath and tapped the plastic rings. I watched the first paint mark splatter just under his left lung. Kill shot two. The second paint shot splattered dead center of the back of his neck. Arterary shot. Kill shot three. I won within an hour of the game. I jumped throwing my fist in the air with victory. I mad emy way toawards him. When i reached him he turned and looked at me. His face struck with pain and anger. "Good game?" I smiled. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Very well done for someone who hasn't played in ages." I giggled and he patted my back. "No neck shots next time?" "Hey you never said. It was a kill shot." "I know i know. But next time. No neck shots." "But it's a kill shot Castor! Haha it's gonna count next time if I get you." He punched my shoulder kindly and laughed along with me. We walked back, his arm over my shoulder, mine draped around his slender waist. "I've missed you." I muttered shyly. "I know. i've missed you too." We sat on a small leather love seat and chugged our gaterades down. I picked at my wrapper nervously and thought of what to say. I had so much to tell him..SO much to explain. But nothing seemed to form into somehting comprehensable. "Do you ever...wonder what it'd be like to...you know...be with someone?" He smiled and chuckled at my awkward remark. "You suggesting I've never had a girlfriend?" "Well I've never seen anyone on your side." I pressed. "That's because she lives in the city." "What's her name." "Lily." He answered rather quickly. "Oh...Is she pretty?" "Why the questions?" "Why the short answers?" He sighed frustratedly. "Look it's none of your business." "How? We're supposed to be best friends. I thought these kinds of talks were common among close friends." "Kj...Look, it's not that I don't want you to know..it's that I don't think it should be brought up. You got your's I got mine. End of conversation." He stood and set his gear down, folding it nicely and taking apart his weapon. I rose to my feet and mimicked him. "Why are you beng so defensive? I'm jsut trying to catch up with you.." "I know that. But You never made the effort before so why should I even accomadate?" "Gee I don't know maybe cause we're friends? And it's the poilte thing to do? You've been a real dick lately." "And that's my fault?! Look in the mirror and maybe your explanation for why I'm being the way I am will look you in the face." He spat. I touched at my swollen lip and grazed my finger tips over what I knew would be a blue spot under my eye. He looked to the ground in shame at his harsh comment. "This is wht that's about? You're still offended that I didn't listen to you?" "Hell yeah I am! I fucking tried to protect you. Like I've always done! You say we're friends but you don't even fucking hear me out! you don't give a flying fuck what I have to say! You jsut turn the other cheek, get yourself into some trouble then come crying on my door step! What the hell Kaley!" I knew he was angry cause he never spoke my first name. Ever. He knew I hated it. "I'm naive Castor." "Yeah and look where the fuck it's gotten you." "Hey, we may be fucking friends, but you don't have to point it out every five seconds where I've gone wrong. It's enough that I've got to look at it every day." "You should've thought about that before you strode off with him." "Knock it off Castor! Seriously! I'd rather be punched in the face than have your mental abuse! Come on! I know I fucked up i get it! But you're trying to control me jsut as much as he is!" He stepped toward me defensively and I cowered. "I'm not trying to control you! I'm trying to protect you!" He screamed. "I get that! But you're goign at it all wrong! I don't want your protection if it's only at your benefit!" I screamed back. The veins in his throat stuck out as he let out a yell and stomped away. "Now look who's running away!" I holllared after him. He didn't stop or even glance over his shoulder at my remark. I fell to my knees and cried. We never fought like this. WHen I looked up I noticed the sun setting and made my way for the house. I stormed inside, grabbed my stuff and marched back out. I wouldn't put up with this. I marched my ragged form to my car but was met by an outstretched, tattoed arm slamming my door shut. "Where do you think you're going?" A deep voice startled me and I looked up relieved it was jsut James. "Home Mr. Hetfield." "No you're not. get back inside." "I appreciate your hospitality but.." "You heard me young lady. You are in my care until this i all fixed. That was the deal. Inside." "I don't want to." "It's not about what you want. It's about what you need." I sighed knowing he wouldn't give up. He took my bag from my shoulder, his right hand resting on the small of my back, making me slightly uncomfortable. But he stopped and turned me to look at him. His eyes were a stark blue and meant business but kindness along the way. "I know he's not being very...kind and I'll fix that. I'm not asking you to put up with it. No female should ever put with a man's attitude that way. I'm just asking you to...understnd where he's coming from and figure out a way to...Kj, he's gonna come around. He's just waiting on you." "Waiting on me? For what? What am I gona give him?" "You'll come to learn that in the long run. The friendship you two have is to precious to throw away right now. You know that. He's gonna throw tantrums, and he's gonna walk away. But just know that when he does walk off, he'll always come back." I nodded and when i looked back up at him, I noticed another broad figure making it's way towards us. James followed my gaze and smiled at me. "Told you." He carried my bag and left the two of us standing together in a deadly, awkward silence. "I was worried when I didn't see you in the barn where I left you." "Well you didn't think you could just leave me int here did you?" "No." He stated blantly. "Wanna go inside or sleep out here? It's a nice enough night out." I smiled shortly. "Whatever you wanna do. Fine by me." "You don't get to do what you want very often. You make the decision." "Fine. Outside." "You saying that jsut becaue you know it's what I want, or becaue it's what you want?" "Both." "Honesty. Well appreciated." "Thank you." He took my hand to my shock and lead me toward the ceiling of the house where a vacant mattress lay, with a heavy comforter over it, a cooler by it's side and two pillows. "Is this where you ran off too?" "Yes." He spoke shortly falling to his hind end onto the mattress. 'Come...sit next to me?" I nodded and lay down instead. He didn't move or turn to look at me. "It's proabably a relatively stupid question to ask how you are." "You could ask if you really feel the need to.." "Okay. How are you?" He asked shakily. "I'm doin alright." "Oh..well good...I uhm..." I touched his shoulder and whispered against his ear. "You don't have to apologize. I understand." He shifted his head to look at me. His face blank wiht emotion. "How'd you know?" "Cause you always stutter." he smiled and the blush rose to his cheeks. "I never noticed." "Yeah well...Ya know. It's a girl thing to be observant." we giggled softly together. He locked his eyes with me, and I smiled softly. "I don't understand you Castor...You get so sweet and romantic almost, then you just...snap and get angry with me." "I know...I know..It's just that...I'm not sure how I'm supposed to act with you or what to say...or even how to feel in this situation. I don't know if you want me to take care of you or if you need me too." "I'm sorry you feel confused on that." I whispered. "Jut tell me. Whatever you need to say jsut say it..I'll do it.." "I know you will." 'So what is it?" "There's nothing. Really. I just ant you..I want you to be happy." He sighed and nodded laying on his back. "It's beautiful out." I smiled and lay back with him. My head snuggled on his chest, he shifted awkwardly. "Yes. It is. Is this okay for you?" "Yeah." He whispered. MORE SOON |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | July 3, 2012, 2:00 pm Post #4 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! I haven't been able to get on this site in months for some reason andit was driving me crazy. The morning sun was hot as it hit my chest. I stirred restlessly as if hoping to find a cool spot of shade by being on my side. But no comfort. Instead, I jsut opened my eyes and found a coma looking girl pressed against my side, her head on my shoulder, her arms securely around my waist. I smiled to myself and tried the best I could to move away from her without waking her. But she sensed my movement as if she had been awake the whole time and tightened her grip on my torso. "Don't go.." she whispered grogily. "Why? You comfy?" It was a stupid question and I did my best not to laugh at her expression. She opened one eye and raised her brow. "Really Casotr? Really?" I smiled once more an made to kiss her forehead casually. She sighed heavily through her nose and rose to a sitting positon. "You alright?" I asked blatantly. "Yeah..can we go down into the house? I'm hungry, and it's getting pretty hot out here." I smiled softly and got to my feet offering my hand and helping her up. "Cmon, I'm sure Bailey has something made already." She smiled at me and we made our way from teh roof, into the cool air conditioned house. Bailey greeted us with a warm smile and a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and hasbrowns. This woman truely was amazing. "Thank you." We chipped. SHe just smiled and turned back to the stove. "Do you work today Castor?" She spoke over her shoulder. 'Uhm, if dad wants me to come into the shop then yes. But if not, then no, I don't." "Well, maybe you should go in anyway." "Why?" My question was cautious at her prying questions. "Because, I'm sure your father and you could use some time together, and it'll give you a little money to spend this weekend." My face wrinkled in utter confusion and looked at Kj as if she'd have an answer. She just shrugged and turned back to her plate nearly devouring her food. "Slow down. it won't run away." I chuckled patting her back. I heard Bailey's gentle giggle and she turned to me with a bright smile. "Castor, go work in the shop with your father. He needs your help." I nodded knowing to never say no. "yes ma'am." Bailey smiled with Kj's shocked look. "I've got him trained." She stated. "No. Dad has me trained." I chuckled. Bailey smiled and turned back to the stove. "You sure are makin a lot of food Bailey." "Well, look at you. You look starved and so does she." She giggled once more this time, Kj joined in. "She has a point. you loko a little emaciated." I looked at Kj and she blushed turning back to her food. Bailey caught me just before I could say somthing to her. "Don't you dare think about it Castor." She smiled. After a few more helpings split between Kj and I, I rinsed off my plate and set it in the dishwasher. "Do you need any help around here before I go?" Bailey shook her head and ushered me off. I shook my head smiling and walking out the door, leaving the two girls to themselves. "So, uhm I was thinking I could take you out for a spa day...You look like you could use something relaxing.." "I uhm..that's very well appreciated but I..No thank you Mrs. Hetfield." "Oh cmon child. Come with me, you can't just sit here all day and do nothing..!" I watched her over excited smile and returned with something gentle. "Alright..." She jumped like a child and pulled my arm gently up to her room and inside her closet. "I'm sure we are the same size in clothes so feel free to pick out anything you want." Her warm smile made my heart tug. Even my own mother wasn't this kind. I settled with a t-shirt and black skinny jeans and stepped out of the closet to see Bailey in a tiny sun dress. "You look really pretty Bailey" I smiled. She nodded and returned the compliment back to me. Her hand rested in mine and we made our way down to the beauty shop in less than 10 minutes. Everything was in walking distance down here. It was a nice little town, but ntohing was ever private. That was the only fault. The shop was small, but cute with candles lit, dim lighting and a light calm lavender painted on the walls. Soft relaxing music played through the speakers and the scents of lotions made me close my eyes and take a breath in relaxation. Bailey took my hand once more and told the young woman at the counter the treatments we were scheduled for. We were led into a back room, that had two beds set up. a large boom box, and two gorgeous men standing agains tthe wall. I looked at Bai;ey slightly confused and she just giggled. "A massage honey." One of the tall men approached Bailey and outstretched his hand kindly. She handed him her Ipod and he played something gentle and unfamiliar from anything I had ever heard. But it was calming and I shut my eyes as I lay on my belly and let the massouse do his job. We didn't speak for a few moments and that was alright by me. But my wishes of silence soon ended when Bailey's voice asked me a gentle question. "Are you and Castor alright?" I thought for a moment, for I really was unsure about that. We seemed okay this morning.."I uhm..I think so." "He's a good boy.." "Yeah..He is." The short banter ended quickly and I chokoed back the tears that were pushing at my eyes. "Bailey? Do you..do you think Casotr loves me?" Her head quickly spun to look at me and her eyes widened. "Well honey..I couldn't tell you that..But his father could. He seems like he really likes you, and he'd do everything to protect you. I'm sure there's somehting there but I can't speak for him." Her expression was apologetic and I just smiled to ease her mind. We finished our spa day, and feeling refeshed, we walked back home window shopping the little stores along the road. I had had fun and I was feeling rejuvinated in the warm sun. My muscles relaxed but my brain did not. The question was still dancing in my head. Did he love me? Was it just a brotherly love though? Why is he always going out of his way with me? And why does he have to be so harsh? TUNE IN SOON TO FIND ANOTHER UPDATE!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | July 3, 2012, 4:49 pm Post #5 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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