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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 11:08:32 GMT -8
Here he went again and she bit her lip for a moment before nodding her head, yes im one hundred percent sure, just slow and easy. She spoke softly closing her eyes as his kisses traced to the base of her neck and she relaxed under his touch, nodding to his next statement she would be sure to let him know what was to far or when it was uncomfortable and he wasn’t messing anything up, she meet his kiss with equal passion and for once let everything go. It was the next morning fairly early and she was already up, she knew as soon as she left the bed he would get up but she wanted to get up and get on with her and Hanks morning run. Last night had been actually quite blissful and surprisingly she had slept the whole night with no nightmares. She yawned and sat up and looked at the clock, it was 7:30 and she leaned down to kiss his forehead, he hadn’t said any rules against that. I will be back shortly going for my morning run with Hank. She slipped out of bed and padded across the floor and pulled her hair up when she got into the bathroom and put on her yoga pants and sports bra and her light bright pink coat over top, she slipped into her pumas and headed downstairs, grabbing Hanks leash, the dog jumping with delight at her finally getting out of bed. She stroked the top of his head and headed out the door, the smile was still on her face as she took a deep breath of the morning air and did some stretching and flipped her ipod on and took off down the road. A gentle tug on the leash was enough to get Hanks attention and get him focused back on the task. After an hour she returned home, quite pleased with herself, for many of reasons, her head was still full of happy thoughts as she entered her house and unclipped the leash from Hank and went to the kitchen, grabbing his bowl for food and giving him a cup and a half and setting it down, she filled his water dish and gave him a pat and straightened and that’s when the smell of booze hit her and she hissed quietly and all those happy thoughts went right out the window as she went to the living room and found him staring out the window. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!? GOD YOUR SO STUPID TO BE DRINKING RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE BLAKE! She was beyond pissed and Hank was in front of her growling protecting his owner, she took a couple deep breaths and looked to the floor, knowing Hank wouldn’t back off from protection her until she relaxed and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t relax, there was the whole concept of a drunk man in her house that remind her to much of the second encounter with him and the tears started running down her cheeks as she looked up at him, nearly vomiting right there on her floor, She turned and pointed to the front door, please leave. She spoke running off to her bathroom and slamming the door and sliding down to the floor as the dry heaves started and finally she got sick to her stomach. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 27, 2013 12:01:26 GMT -8
 Blake Weston
Blake had immediately woken up when Lana had kissed his forehead and he nodded when she said she was going to go for a run. He wasn't sure what had happened after that due to him completely blacking out after she had left but he found himself drinking, staring out the window; his mind was in turmoil as he sat there, his mind recreating a morning that his friends had been ambushed, and all three of them, his only friends, had died right in front of him. He looked down at his hands, they were covered in blood, their blood and tears ran down his face.
He hadn't even heard Lana come in the door but he certainly heard her yell at him which just made things worse. He couldn't bare to look at her right now as his guilt quickly overwhelmed him. He was suppose to be helping her right now, not hurting her, not upsetting her, or making her cry. "I'm sorry." He whispered and then heard Hank barking like crazy at him, the sound of Lana asking him to leave completely tore him up, but he deserved it. He turned his head as he heard her run off and slam the door. His eyes hit the floor as he stood up and stumbled to the door. "I'm sorry." He whispered again before walking out the door.
He made a quick call to his driver who pulled up within a couple minutes and Blake completely walked past his favorite car that was sitting in her driveway. He didn't even care at this point and he'd have someone come back to get it shortly. He got into the car and shut the door before his driver took him to his house. When he got home he arranged to have his car picked up before he just dropped on the couch. He was no longer crying but he was hardly coherent, his mind had gone back to the carnage, the blood was once again on his hands. He couldn't get away from this and he was forced to go through this all again. He hadn't had anything this bad in a long time, but something about spending the night with Lana triggered something; maybe because he had an emotional attachment to one of his friends that was killed that morning.
Her name was Sarah and they had been hanging out with each other for about a month while they were on assignment and they had really liked each other, maybe because she had gone through the system too and could relate to him. The conversations they had seemed to make them think they were home again, no longer in the dangerous setting that they were forced to face every single moment. They ended up spending almost every night together, just talking, sharing what experiences they went through and their plans for the future. His eyes shut when he saw her fall after hearing the crack of a rifle, he had run to her after other soldiers had taken out the shooter, only after two other people had died, both very close to him, but Sarah meant much more to him. He had held her where she fell, covered in her blood he just talked to her, knowing there was no helping her. A minute later and she was dead, and he was a wreck, barely caring anymore.
His eyes flew open and he struggled to get to the bathroom before he through up everything. He slid down beside the toilet, his head buried in his arms as he curled up, tears soaking his shirt. He hated his life.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 13:41:00 GMT -8
After she had lost everything in her stomach, she flushed the toilet and cleaned herself up showering and getting dressed she went into the living room and tided up and then just collapsed on the couch. Watching someone come and get his car and then just staring out the window before deciding to go to the barn. When she arrived at the barn, things didn’t go any better upon arriving, Freak had managed to hurt his leg. A quick call to the vet and a not so cheap bill later he was stitched and resting. The tears were threatening to prick at the corner of her eyes and she quickly grabbed Dancer and gave her, her medicine and lopped the lead rope around and made reins, she lead the mare out and mounted. Heading off to the trails and aimlessly wandering around them. Finally when the night sky had set in she had made her way back and washed the mare up and put her in her stall. She kissed her nose and headed home. She just sat there awake and when she couldn’t get tired, she got up and got dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, she put a white lose top over a red tank top and slipped into her black heeled boots. She placed some makeup on and curled her hair before grabbing her keys and wallet, heading out the door, she climbed into her corvette and sped off into the night heading to the one place she would find comfort … which was the bar. The young women tried to stay away from that place, she tried to stay away from the booze as well because it made everything worse but tonight it was just calling to her. How much more stupid could she get? She had the music cranked and was singing along to Alive by Krewella as she pulled in and parked her car. She stepped into the bar and sat down, ordering several shots of whiskey before finally ordering a rum and coke. Needless to say within an hour she was gone, having the time of her life dancing with strange men she didn’t know but going no further. Drinks kept coming mixed with more shots of god only knows what kind of booze but she just couldn’t stop and when she did, she decided she was going to drive. The young women stumbled to her car, but stopped herself and decided to listen to the annoying little voice telling her not to drive and instead stumbled down the road. The rain began to fall, masking her tears that feel as she teetered down the road, sometimes in the middle and sometimes were she was supposed to walking. She stumbled up his driveway the tears still falling, she was soaked to the bone but didn’t seem to care though her body showed otherwise, she was shaking as she rang the doorbell and slid to the cold hard ground, curling her legs under her and resting her head against the wall by the door. Her eyes closed as she dropped her keys and clutch next to her, the tears still fell but she was hoping he would come and answer the door. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 27, 2013 14:10:23 GMT -8
Blake Weston
Blake had stopped drinking a couple of hours ago when he had completely passed out on the couch. He had started to sober up but now had a terrible hang over. He was just laying on the couch, a few minutes ago he had showered and felt a little better now that his melt down was over but he still felt horrible. He had really hurt Lana this morning and felt like a complete asshole. He sighed as he just stared at the ceiling, his mind going over this morning and he was kicking himself about it, but on the flip side he couldn't control what would set him off and what would happen. He had cleaned up the house from his entire day of drinking and he listened to the rain on the roof. As large as his house was, it amazed him that he could hear the rain, it must really be pouring.
His eyes were closed and he was halfway asleep when he heard the doorbell ring. He stayed still for a moment before sleepily getting up. He froze as his head absolutely throbbed. His eyes squinted at the lights in the house and he slowly walked to the door. Before he opened it he exhaled, not sure of who was on the other side. He opened the door and it took a minute before his eyes adjusted to the darkness and then he immediately looked down. It took a second for it to register as he swore he was staring at Lana, sitting in the rain, crying, and getting completely soaked. "Lana, what are you doing here?" He asked before reaching his hand down the her, his face showed that he was very groggy and still half asleep. "Sweet heart, come inside out of the rain." He didn't care if he had to pick her up to get her inside but it would happen. He wouldn't let her stay there... Ever.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 14:41:48 GMT -8
So there she sat in the rain, her body shivering from being so cold and he wasn’t coming. The tears were stopping she didn’t have any more to cry, she was all dried up… well not quite. She grabbed her clutch and keys and tried to keep the clutch from getting wet, after all it had her phone inside. She opened her eyes only to shut them again, sleep starting to pull at her exhausted and warn body. She heard the door open and his voice, i-i-i-i-i-I went somewhere bad. She spoke and shrugged her shoulders as she stood and stumbled backwards before falling into him with a fit of giggles. im so sorry for yelling at you I didn’t, never meant it. She shook her head trying to get her thinking straight but that was near impossible in her state. Her body shivered against his warmer one and she turned away from him, in shame of him having to see her like this, drunk and stupid for the most part at least she didn’t drive. This is why she had stayed away from the booze for so long it made everything worse for her and tended to make nightmares come more and they always happened to be the what if kind of nightmares that made the incident more than what it had really been. She followed him into the house and stood by the front door, her clothes dripping wet as she sat down again to take her boots off and set them to the side. She didn’t however stand again and it wasn’t because she didn’t want to but she physical couldn’t make herself standing once more, knowing she would just fall over and face plant into his floor, this mere thought made her giggle but then she quickly became serious again and frowned as the hiccups hit. She took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds and then let it go. It worked for now, I would stand and kiss you but im in-incap-in-cap-able of standing again. She looked up at him much like a little kid would to their parent and made a kissy face at him before leaning yet falling back against the door with more laughter, please please please don’t ever let me do this again. She shook her head back and forth and closed her eyes and hummed a song as she waited. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 27, 2013 15:21:10 GMT -8
Blake Weston
His mood had changed when she was at the door, and he noticed every time he was around her, he was fine, but when she left, he wasn't so fine, she was like his drug in that way. He smiled softly as she said she went somewhere bad. "Oh did you now... Where exactly would that be?" He asked fully knowing she had gone to a bar. She stumbled into him and had burst into a fit of laughter before she spoke and he just quieted her as she came inside and took her boots off but seemed unable to stand up. He raised an eyebrow as she spoke again and shook his head. "I'm going to dry you off and then you're going to bed... You're extremely drunk." He laughed before he listened to her again. "Yeah, trust me, I won't."
He sighed before squatting down and picking her up. He balanced her against his shoulder to try to keep her from falling over because she seemed to have a hard enough time just sitting up. He carried her upstairs before pushing open his bed room door and walking in. He set her down on the bed before he went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple towels. He set them down next to her before he went to his closet and pulled out some sweat pants and one of his t-shirts; he knew they'd be huge for her but at least she'd be dry. He set the clothes down on the bed and stood in front of her, shaking his head slightly and then speaking softly, "Ok, do you think you can dry yourself off and change?"
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 16:00:23 GMT -8
I shall not speaketh of this bad place I went. She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head back and forth and looked up at him, I will not go to bed not unless you are there. She gasped and giggled when he picked her up and balanced her against his shoulder, A one, A two, A three, crunch! She giggled now she was citing a lollipop commercial. She allowed him to sit her down on the bed and she shook her head, nope no siry bob I cannot dry myself off and change and how dare you say im drunk im perfectly sober. She giggled and laid back on his bed and yawned. But I am sleepy I aint going to sleep good though because im going to see the oogy man in my dreams, are you going to sleep with me? I would really like that, if you don’t be prepared to run up here ever five minutes. She tried to sit up but couldn’t, ohhh guess what I almost drove my car that would have been very bad I might have crashed and burned! She gasped and covered her mouth and looked very shocked at this realization. She yawned again and sighed as she closed her eyes, im not sleeping just so you know im watching you. She shivered again her clothes were still wet and cold and sticking to her body. She twitched and wiggled under the uncomfortable feeling of the jeans sticking to her legs, she opened her eyes and found the button on her jeans and fiddled with it but couldn’t get it undone, curse you skinny jeans but your so damn cute. She sighed and flopped her hands behind her head and groaned waiting for him to help her because it was quite clear that she wasn’t getting anywhere by herself. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 27, 2013 16:23:31 GMT -8
Blake Weston
He just stared at her, unable to believe what was going on; what a day... He shook his head, "I already know where you went." He said before sighing, his head pounding and his ears were pretty sensitive to noise. "You're going to bed one way or another." He said while making a funny face and just laughing when she said part of the lollipop commercial. He looked down at her when she said she couldn't change or get dry and then he narrowed his eyes when she said she was sober. "If you're sober, I am most certainly dreaming..." He watched as she laid back and yawned and he sighed, he had his work cut out for himself tonight. "Well I guess I can sleep up here." He was slightly annoyed that all this was happening, it really hadn't been a good day and he wasn't really sure where they stood, after all, she was completely drunk right now and things could very well change when she sobered up, but he certainly hoped not.
He watched as she tried to sit up and then she said she had almost driven here and he was so glad she hadn't drove. "You just stay down, and I'm very glad you didn't drive." Her next comment confused him a little. How could she possibly watch him when her eyes were closed? "Oh, you're watching me huh... Can you see through you're eyelids or something?" He asked playfully before he saw her shiver and then try to take off her jeans. Oh, this was going to be interesting...
He quietly helped her unbutton her jeans before he started to attempt to get them off, but damn, they were tight and with them being so wet he could barely get them off. He tried like hell to be gentle but he ended up pulling her towards him a bit as he finally got them off. "Sorry about that. Is your underwear and stuff wet too?" He asked and didn't know of anything except his boxers that she could wear and he certainly hoped at least they were dry; he wasn't sure how silly she'd get if he did have to take off her bra and underwear, he knew this was going to be hard enough to keep her under control as it was. He took a towel and started to dry her off and all he could think about was how soaked she really was, and that her skin was ice cold to the touch.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 16:41:23 GMT -8
Pfff no no you do not and ok maybe im not sober and ok I will stay down and thanks that was the one smart decision I made tonight, and this song sort of bout sums up the night. She smiled and took a deep breath and started singing But after one round with Jose Cuervo I caught my boots tapping 'long with the beat And after two rounds with Jose Cuervo That band was sounding pretty darn good to me Then some stranger asked me to dance And I reveled to her my two left feet Said "Don't get me wrong, I’m glad you asked, But tonight's about me and an old memory Then after three rounds with Jose Cuervo I let her lead me out on the floor And after four rounds with Jose Cuervo I was showing off moves never seen before Well, around five or round six I forgot what I came to forget After Round seven, Or was it eight? I bought a round for the whole dang place And after nine rounds with Jose Cuervo They were counting me out and I was about to give in Then after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo I lost count and started counting again, yuppers that’s about how it went. She giggled and felt him unbutton her pants and tried to be nice about taking them off but end up pulling her with, weeee she giggled and reached her hand around back and patted her butt, oh it was just bare bottom, well my undies are dry because im wearing a thong. She smiled and slipped her shirt off and tossed it at him and then her tank top off and tossed that at him and felt her bra well that was soaked to the bone, so she fumbled around with it and then tossed that at him, with a giggle. She touched her skin, burrrrr! She about screamed it but didn’t, im really cold she said with a frown, and I have something to tell you and I will say it again when im sober, thank you so much doll and I don’t want to ever be without you and just because of one hiccup im not going to leave you, you are stuck with my silly bare bottom. She smiled and still found herself shivering against the towel drying her off, she found another towel and laid it across her upper body, nobody wants a nudist in there house. She giggled and sighed contently.
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 27, 2013 17:05:41 GMT -8
Blake Weston
So this was what she was like when she was absolutely plastered, good to know. He couldn't do anything but laugh as she sang and he put his hands over his face. "Lana... how much did you drink?" He burst out laughing before she seemed to remember she was wearing a thong... Well, at least it was dry he said to himself. He watched her with a raised eyebrow as she took off her shirt and through it at him, fallowed by her tank top, and then her bra. She giggled and he couldn't help but to smile until she said she was cold. He stopped drying her off when she said she had something to tell him and he watched her quietly.
He looked to the ground for a moment before looking back at her. "Look... I've got a lot to apologize for but I want to say it when you're sober. I don't want to be without you either but I deserved what happened this morning and I'm glad I'm stuck with you're 'silly bare bottom'" He smiled softly before he shook his head at her comment. "This is you're house too so you can do whatever you want." He continued to dry her off before he grabbed some clothes. He helped her into the sweatpants and shirt before scratching his head with a smile. "All my man-bra's are in the wash so you're going to have to wait until I wash and dry everything in the morning to get you'res back."
He gathered up her clothes before he took them into the bathroom and hung them over the shower curtain to let them drip dry. It was too late right now to do laundry and besides, he was exhausted and his head was killing him. He flipped the light to the bathroom off before he walked back over to her, helping her under the covers. He yawned and took off his shirt before climbing into bed, his mind and body exhausted. He moved closer to her and he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him to help her warm up quicker. The light to the bedroom was still on but he wasn't sure that she'd want it off.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 27, 2013 17:33:14 GMT -8
She smiled and began to think, hmm let me see there was the five shots to start with and then a rum and coke and then there was like five shots after that another drink then more shots I would have to say like four and then like four more drinks sooo lets see that’s oh I don’t know its make my head hurt to think. She giggled and listened to him and nodded, well I will be expecting that when we wake up and its not my house yet. She smiled and she felt him put the clothes on and gather her stuff up, I don’t think theres such thing as man-bras but that would be a good invention. She giggled and watched him walk off into the bathroom and then come out, he helped her into bed and then took his shirt off and climbing in bed and pulling her close she snuggled into him, her body still cold but starting to warm up. She yawned and rolled over kissing him she then shifted again and closed her eyes, sinking under the covers, can we have the lights off please? She spoke softly and before she could even hear his response she had fallen asleep. She was fidget all night shifting and tossing and turning and then finally there was that blood curdling scream that often rocked her when she had a nightmare, she continued to move in her sleep until she shot up and looked around the dark room and then over at him, she felt bad in more ways than one, she laid back and focused on her breathing as she closed her eyes and then opened them again and turning to her side and then back to her back and then sighed, im sorry she spoke softly to him, trying to close her eyes and fall back to sleep but she couldn’t but she was going to try because her head was killing her! She scooted closer to him again and draped her leg over his and sighed closing her eyes again and finally falling back to sleep. When she woke the room was fairly bright and she groaned, and flipped onto her belly and put the pillow over her head and closed her eyes again and dozed in and out of sleep. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 28, 2013 5:44:17 GMT -8
Blake Weston
So she had had a lot to drink... By her state right now he knew it was a lot even before he answered him. He reached over and shut the light off after she asked before trying to fall asleep but it had been pretty hard. She seemed to be having a lot of dreams tonight and she had tossed and turned virtually all night. He had just stayed awake, with his eyes closed, almost afraid to fall asleep in case she needed him. She started to scream and he sat up. She apologized and went back to sleep after she she got close to him. He tried to stay close to her all night, mostly because he himself hadn't been able to sleep so at least she could.
Morning came and he smiled when she woke up and put the pillow over her head. He quietly got out of bed and pulled the large bay windows shades across, something that he should have done last night but just never got around to it. He grabbed her clothes that were semi dry from the bathroom and opened up his bedroom door before closing it quietly behind him. He made his way through the corridors that then brought him to the stairs of the large house; ok, maybe it's was too large to call a house and it was kind of a manson... Whatever, he though of it as a house. He went to the laundry room downstairs before he took care of her clothes. He made his way to the kitchen before he grabbed a pain killer, his head was still throbbing and he was still exhausted. He looked out the ditch doors into the back yard that seemed to go on forever and he sighed before he's figure he'd go take a shower.
He made his way slowly and quietly upstairs before he opened the bedroom door and once again closed it begin him then made his way into the bathroom. He had grabbed some clean clothes on his way in and he got into the shower after making the water fairly warm. He sighed as his head just kept nagging at him, his brain was pretty much complaining to his body about the amount of alcohol. He hoped this wouldn't wake up Lana, she seemed to need the sleep more than he did.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 28, 2013 12:24:38 GMT -8
She didn’t even feel him get out of bed she just fell right back to sleep with the pillow over her head. Until she turned and ended up with her head back on the pillow, her hand above her head, she didn’t hear him return to the room either that was until she heard the water running and it caused her to stir and open her eyes and blink a couple times before groaning, which turned to more of a hiss as her head was killing her. She flopped over on her belly again and wiggled further under the covers until her head was covered, she felt like death and didn’t even want to know what it was going to feel like to sit up. She felt like there were dancing men in her head or just bouncing wildly around. She closed her eyes tightly and rolled over on her side and peeked out at the bathroom door which was shut, she felt so dehydrated and just wanted a glass of water but didn’t even know where to start in his house. She sighed and cleared her throat or rather tried. Lana rolled over on her back and sat up instantly putting her head into her hands and closing her eyes again. Make it go away, she groaned as she laid back down, feeling like she was going to get sick now. She took a couple deep breaths and the feeling disappeared, she really just wanted to cuddle right now but he was off doing his own thing, well taking a shower and she still had to get her clothes back and go get her car but at the moment all that could wait. She pulled the covers tighter around her suddenly feeling very self-conscious about herself and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come out of the bathroom. |
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Post by Blake Weston on Feb 28, 2013 13:25:03 GMT -8
Blake Weston
Blake had been a busy, busy little bee this morning since he had woken up, or got up, rather. He quickly got out of the shower and dried off before he got dressed and brushed his teeth but didn't bother shaving. He glared into the mirror, and was surprised at how much he resembled a zombie. He shook his head before he took a couple Advil but held onto the bottle. With the bottle in hand he also picked up what he had brought from the kitchen, two bottles of Gatorade, and three bottles of water. He balanced them all in his arms as he opened the door and walked next to the bed. He set the Advil down next to her along with a bottle of water and a bottle of the Gatorade. The rest he put on the night stand and he crawled back into bed. He heard a car pull into the driveway and someone open the door downstairs before it was shut and another car drove away; that was her car being delivered to the driveway and her keys being returned to inside of the house, where Blake had stole them from her bag.
He was rather content to just lay there, his body still exhausted. "How you feeling? You're clothes will be done shortly." He closed his eyes and buried his head into his pillow. He was laying on his stomach and he was pretty much just sprawled out, not caring at this point. His hand searched around for hers under the covers and it took him a minute to find it. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together; a classic Blake thing. "I am really, really sorry about yesterday." His voice was muffled by the pillow but that was ok, his own voice hurt his ears.
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Post by Lana Iris Banis on Feb 28, 2013 14:01:35 GMT -8
She watched him come out with bottles and set them down next to her and the rest on the nightstand and then he crawled back into bed. She adjusted herself and opened the bottle of water and took three Advil and then drank half the bottle of water before setting everything down again, she flipped over on her belly and felt his hand moving around under the covers until he finally found her hand and laced their fingers. She smiled and turned her head to face him, I feel like wormed over death and no rush im not moving very fast. She laughed and then stopped that hurt quite a bit. She sighed and had to carefully listen as he spoke, which was now muffled by the pillow, oh Blake its fine no hard feelings you just had a breakdown I wasn’t for sure how to handle it plus seeing you like that scared me because it brought flashbacks of the second incident with that man back to memory, your still an amazing guy and im very happy I get to call you mine, oh and not all of the im going out to drink was because of what happened that morning, some of it came from the fact that I had to fork out a hefty amount to cover a vet bill curtsy of Freak and deciding he needed to hurt himself. She smiled and then closed her eyes and then remembered she had heard the door open and close, who came to your house? She asked curiously opening her eyes to look at him and then toward the window, still say you have quite the house lot fancier then mine. She could only dream about having a house like this, her house was well a work in progress it needed so much updating still and when she got that all done she planned on selling it and buy herself a house that didn’t need any work, my house still needs so much updating but when its all done hopefully I can turn around and sell it for a pretty penny and get myself a house that doesn’t need any work. She smiled and squeezed his hand, the pain in her head slowly going away and hopefully it would be gone all together soon enough. |
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