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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 26, 2008 21:49:23 GMT
I nod again, figuring if I had to do that again my neck would snap.
"Good," I mumble softly,"Every child needs to know their father."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 26, 2008 22:04:09 GMT
"I guess so," I agree, still waiting.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 26, 2008 22:06:05 GMT
I watch him for a moment, he seemed on edge for some reason."What is it?" I ask.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 26, 2008 22:09:53 GMT
"I'm just waiting for you to scream profanities at me, slap me, and leave," I admit.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 16:45:38 GMT
"I'm not going to do," I say softly,"Sorry."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 17:08:22 GMT
"Oh," I say, mildly surprised.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 17:11:25 GMT
"Getting angry at you won't make Shell not pregnant. Leaving won't get me my son back, hitting you won't make me feel better, there's no point in doing any of that,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 17:46:54 GMT
I nod, but I can't shake the feeling that she doesn't want to stay. She probably doesn't.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 17:51:06 GMT
I move past him, towards the stairs,"I'm going to go change," I mumble softly, but stop in the doorway."Your on the couch tonight." It wasn't a joke this time.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 18:10:42 GMT
I nod, "Fair enough."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 18:14:13 GMT
I don't say anything else, just head upstaris to change.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 18:39:10 GMT
"Bloody couch," I mutter under my breath, despite the fact that it really isn't the couches fault, then make my way over to the cupboard, looking for a bottle of firewhisky.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 18:46:17 GMT
I sit on the edge of the bed after showering and changing. Sighing softly, I run a hand through my hair. Really think your going to sleep with him not next to you?
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 18:47:42 GMT
The bottle I've found is half empty before I realise this'll probably just make matters worse. But somehow it doesn't really matter. The firewhisky is warm and I'm cold so it's okay.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 18:57:55 GMT
Wandering back downstairs, I don't know exactly what I'm looking for as I head into the kitchen, mumbling a brief acknowledment as I wander towards the fridge.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 18:59:03 GMT
I mutter something brief and incoherent in response.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 19:00:47 GMT
I sit ontop of the counter, not wanting to look at him, but not having much else to look at execpt the floor.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 19:33:39 GMT
I keep my eyes on the bottle of firewhisky, turning it idly between my hands.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 27, 2008 20:34:03 GMT
I swallow the lump in my thoart, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 27, 2008 21:30:46 GMT
I get to my feet without a word and make my way down the hall, pausing outside the front door to try and find a dry jacket. It only makes sense to leave as she doesn't want me here.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 28, 2008 2:16:35 GMT
It takes me moment to realize what's he doing and I'm on my feet instantly.
He leaves your basically loosing him to her.
I'm walking quickly down the hall after him, grabbing his arm, my forehead rested against his back,"Please don't go,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 28, 2008 20:02:14 GMT
I stiffen immediately, more from surprise than a real objection to the contact, and stop moving straight away, "I'll stay if you want me to."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 29, 2008 0:26:15 GMT
I nod weakly, eyes on his back, keeping my hand on his arm,"I want you to stay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 29, 2008 19:03:12 GMT
"Then I wouldn't dream of leaving," I reply after a moments hesitation.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 29, 2008 22:53:32 GMT
"Please don't." I say softly, almost begging with him to stay. My eyes start to sting, and I force myself to look down, hand still resting on his arm.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 30, 2008 16:59:28 GMT
"I won't," I say quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 31, 2008 22:47:49 GMT
"I need you." I whisper softly.
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