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Post by Roxanne Turner on Jun 6, 2008 21:29:43 GMT -5
Roxanne and Tay had the same initial reaction. Their jaws dropped, their eyes bulged open, their breath took a sharp intake, and for once they were both speechless.
Taylor was the first to speak, “Bobby would never rape her…” She caught herself as she repeated this line in her head. He was actually capable of doing that. He had come close once, but Taylor has stormed in and called Pierce right away. That’s right, Taylor called Pierce for help. That was all in the past now.
Roxanne, however, dropped her eyes to the ground and muttered something to the sort of “I never want to see you again.” Before storming off into the house.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Jun 6, 2008 21:37:11 GMT -5
Pierce seemed to just realize the full extent of his words- hell, he said that? He’d bottled that up a while ago and had decided to never, ever speak about that again if possible. And now, his brain decided to leave him as he watched Roxanne walk off to her house.
”Wait- fuck, Roxanne, please wait- I, I didn’t, I mean I did but- fuck, stop!” his fist banged again the door, like it would open up and everything would be okay again. “Fuck, Roxanne, please hear me the fuck out!” He kicked hard at the door, hoping it would just open why the fuck why now? “I really, fucked up, huh, Tay?” he asked, before shouting out, “Damnit, Roxanne, I’ll punch in a fucking window if I have to, open the damn door!!” This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. Aiden was crying freely, finally reaching his house [apartment? Cant remember] and slid downwards against the door, knees hugging his chest, face resting on his knees. Man. Today was supposed to be fun, and …. God, he should be there for Roxanne. Can’t… Ugh, I’m such a fucking coward.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Jun 6, 2008 21:46:02 GMT -5
“Yes, Pierce, you fucked up.” Taylor said walking to Roxanne’s back door and gently knocking on it. It did not open, but she did notice the dent where Mr. Pierce decided to be all “gr- I am a man” and punch it.
She sighed, “Great. Now I’m locked out. Roxy! Open the door please.” She yelled to the upstairs window. It did not open, nor did a shadow appear.
She sighed once more; “C’mon…” she muttered as she went over to the kitchen window and slid it open. The kitchen window was always left unlocked because of Roxanne’s disability with following directions for stove-top meals. Smoke would always need to fume out of this window, ergo- locking it would be a waste.
She turned back to the guy who threatened to break in, “if you touch her- I’ll kill you. If you break anything in her house, she’ll kill you. If Jake catches you in her room- he’ll definitely kill you. So I suggest you pick what you say, do, and how you do it carefully.” She gave him a treat with a slender finger wagging at him before hopping into the dark kitchen.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Jun 6, 2008 22:05:29 GMT -5
Pierce fumed on the spot. So his options were to stand there and play the good guy? Fuck no. The good guy gets screwed over, and he did not want that to happen- uh, again.
He quickly though of a plan, and came up with- nothing. What was there to do? Hop in after Taylor seemed the only way to figure out what the fuck was happening soon, and, well, whoever called Pierce patient was fucking out of his mind.
So, he did- hop through the window, I mean. Pierce was in the kitchen, and it was very dark, and oh that was Taylor’s outline going up the stairs. Well, a little eavesdropping never hurt anyone. That much.
He snuck up the stairs behind her, hopefully Taylor knew he was there or he would be beat the shit out of, and squatted down next to Roxanne’s door. Well. Not to wait, joy.
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Jun 6, 2008 22:12:11 GMT -5
There was a fumble for the door and it opened with a loud squeak. Roxanne was laying in her bed, her back facing the door. Taylor sighed and walked in, unannounced- though an announcement would not matter. “Rox?” She simply asked before noticing that her best friend had cried herself to sleep in a manner of minutes. The combination of furious tears and alcohol must’ve done the trick to put this beauty to sleep.
“She’s all yours, kid.” Taylor said as she turned around and faced the crouching (not tiger but) Pierce. She walked out, patted him on the shoulder, and went back down the stairs only to sit in the living room and listen to the waves. Jake would be waking up from his slumber on the sand and be walking in. She did not want to miss his facial expression.
Roxanne stirred a bit, but returned to a light slumber. She knew what was going on around her, she was just too tired to react.
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Post by pierce.sparrow on Jun 6, 2008 22:16:11 GMT -5
All mine, huh? And now that she no doubt hates me, somehow, it doesn’t feel as good as it should.
Clueless on what exactly he should do, he walked in the room with one of the pseudo-knocks people do after they come into the room. “Hey- uh- Roxanne?...” We really need to talk, he wanted to say. Look, I know I screwed up. And I’m sorry. But these words didn’t come out, because they weren’t Pierce and he wouldn’t mean it and after everything he’s done, he could be honest for five minutes. Maybe two.
“Look- Roxanne, I … I don’t know,” he groaned, rubbing at his temple. “What should I say?”
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Post by Roxanne Turner on Jun 6, 2008 22:41:46 GMT -5
“You could apologize for being the biggest asshole on the face of the earth…” Roxanne muttered, her eyes still closed. She said she never wanted to see him again- so she did not look at him. She couldn’t close her ears though.
Yes, she forgave the wrong people and yes- she befriended Bobby again way too fast. Faster than she should have. But what Pierce said, and what he did- was that forgivable?
She curled her legs up and tugged the blanket closer to her, but did not roll over to face Pierce. She couldn’t. Her posture kept to the window, her back to the door and whoever decided to stand there, and that is how it would stay.
Meanwhile, Taylor decided she would help herself to some popcorn, and walked into the kitchen only to see that Jake was still on the sand. “Drunk ass…” she muttered as she grabbed the bowl of already popped popcorn (the two always kept a bag popped for unexpected guests) and searched for a soda.
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