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Post by steph on Dec 6, 2011 14:42:56 GMT -5
click for the song she's singing - 890.
"Ah!!!" Allison screamed with laughter as she was thrown over Malachi's broad shoulder. She had finally been able to take off her wedding band from her finger and had mailed it to the place she found out Noah was staying in. It was practically common knowledge where he was. He was too well known, after all. He was raising toward the water as she struggled to come out of his grip while still laughing. It had been a good week and she had been, for the most part, trying to avoid seeing Noah as much as possible. If she saw him while walking down the street or anything, she would automatically turn in the other direction. The way he'd kissed her had gotten her all hot and bothered...mostly because she had kissed him back in the same rough manner, like they'd been holding out on each other and were finally able to let it go. But she couldn't. She just couldn't let go of what he'd done. No, what he hadn't done. It was more than just his infidelity. It was their son, Johnny, that had destroyed her the most. She had gone through everything just for him. She gave up college. her friends, her entire life to be this woman he could look up to and admire, to love unconditionally...and she wouldn't lie-she did it for Noah too. Wasn't that what he wanted? He hadn't objected...
A wave crashed and she felt the spray of it hit her tanned legs as Malachi set her down but kept her close to him before he leaned down and planted a daring kiss on her lips. It felt natural as she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. It wasn't like Noah...at all...it was so much smoother, nicer, calmer...like they could take their time because they had more than enough of it, "You made me skip class for a day at the beach and you don't even buy me lunch!" she teased as they started walking back to where their stuff was on two large beach towels and an umbrella. He laughed as a soccer ball from a couple of kids off to the side was kicked in their direction. Allison automatically reached up and quickly caught the ball with her hands, getting some sand on her pastel pink with gold bikini (like her avatar), "I'll be back. I'll go get us some lunch and play fair," he smiled, giving her another kiss before she smirked and started dribbling the ball between her legs. It was ridiculously hard to play soccer in the sand but it was possible. It just took many more muscles to do so. With ease she started toward them and they easily joined in as she passed it to them and they passed it back while Malachi went to a nearby restaurant to get them food. This was worth missing her class for...
After teaching them how to dribble with their feet, she went back to the blanket and moved the umbrella so she could lay out on the towel and relax. She didn't need a tan, since she already had one naturally, but she liked the feeling of the sun on her back. Grabbing her book and a highlighter, she figured she'd get some studying in. Her clothing and Malachi's sat neatly next to her on top of a cooler and she grabbed a beer from there, cracked it open, and took a gulp. Typical her to like beer over other drinks. Clicking on her Ipod to pay on speaker phone, Kickstart my heart by Motley Crue played loudly and she bobbed her head and let her long legs swing behind her.
"When I get high I get high on speed, top fuel funny car's a drug for me, my heart, my heart kickstart my heart!" she sang the words loudly, not caring who heard her. She loved the sound of the guitars, the drums...she was such a lover of metal music especially the 80's with the crazy hair and insane fashion. She would so put her hair in a mohawk with liberty spikes in bright green if she had the balls to do so, "Skydive naked form an aeroplane, or a lady from a body from outerspace, my heart, my heart kickstart my heart!" and just as she was bobbing her head, not fully paying attention to the text book in front of her, a shadow once again fell over her and she glanced up, wanting to frown but instead keeping her face carefully focused on the music so she was mouthing the words, "How can I help you sir?" she asked a bit sarcastically as she looked back down at her book like he wasn't entirely there. She was here with Malachi and once he got back, Noah would probably leave, right? Hopefully. It was such a beautiful day outside and she wanted to enjoy it with the guy she met at the bar who didn't hate her for not sleeping with him yet. The key words being yet.
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Post by flynn kavanagh on Dec 7, 2011 20:43:00 GMT -5
DAZED AND CONFUSED.  LEANING THE GIRL BACK OVER HIS ARM, HE KISSED HER HEAVILY BEFORE LIFTING HER BACK UPRIGHT. THE CROWD CONGREGATED AROUND HIM CHEERED LOUDLY, CLAPPING AND OFFERING HIM ANOTHER DRINK. AFTER FIVE BEERS, HE WAS BARELY BUZZED, AND HE HAD ALREADY WON FIFTY BUCKS IN THE DRINKING GAME HE WAS CURRENTLY IN. AND NOW HE'D WON TEN MORE BUCKS FOR KISSING THE WAITRESS. NOAH WAS ENJOYING HIMSELF. HE HADN'T REALLY HAD A GOOD TIME LIKE THIS IN A LONG TIME. PROBABLY SINCE BEFORE HE AND ALLISON HAD GOTTEN MARRIED. HE HADN'T BEEN SINGLE IN A LONG TIME, AND HE'D MISSED IT. BUT ANOTHER PART OF HIM TRULY HADN'T MISSED IT AT ALL. HE KNEW THE BENEFITS OF BEING WITH SOMEONE YOU CARED ABOUT, AND HE NO LONGER HAD THAT. TAKING A SLUG FROM HIS SIXTH BEER, HE LAUGHED AND WIPED HIS MOUTH AS THE DOOR TO THE RESTAURANT OPENED AND ADMITTED A TALL, LANKY FELLOW WHO WALKED TO THE TO-GO WINDOW TO ORDER FOOD.
THROUGH A GAP IN THE CROWD, NOAH CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE GUY AND THOUGHT HE RECOGNIZED HIM FROM SOMEWHERE. THOUGHTFULLY, IGNORING THE TALKING OF THE PEOPLE CLUSTERED AROUND HIM, HE TRIED TO THINK OF WHERE HE'D SEEN THE GUY BEFORE. AND THEN IT HIT HIM. HE'D SEEN PICTURES OF HIM WITH ALLISON ON THAT STUPID LITTLE GOSSIP SITE THAT EVERYONE AROUND TOWN TALKED ABOUT. SURE, HE'D HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO THE OTHER NIGHT THAN LOOK AT ALL OF THE OLD POSTS ABOUT HER EVEN IF HE'D NEVER ADMIT THAT TO ANYONE WHO ASKED. IT PISSED HIM OFF TO SEE THAT SHE WAS SO CAREFREE WITHOUT HIM, EVEN BEFORE THEY WERE OFFICIALLY DIVORCED. MAYBE SIGNING THOSE PAPERS HAD BEEN A MISTAKE AFTER ALL. NO. THEY BOTH NEEDED TO BECOME THEIR OWN PEOPLE. SO HELP HIM, HE WOULD MAKE THIS WORK.
STANDING FROM HIS BAR STOOL, HE PUSHED THROUGH THE PEOPLE WHO'D CROWDED AROUND HIM AND MADE HIS WAY TO THE TALL GUY BY THE TO-GO DESK. TAPPING HIM ON THE SHOULDER, HE WAITED UNTIL THE GUY TURNED TO LOOK AT HIM, AND THEN HE PUNCHED HIM. THE PATRONS IN THE RESTAURANT GASPED, SOME OF THEM RUNNING TO THE GUY'S AID WHILE OTHERS WATCHED IN SURPRISE AND AMAZEMENT. HAD THAT REALLY JUST HAPPENED? WASN'T THAT THE TYPE OF THING THAT HAPPENED IN THE MOVIES AND ON TV? BUT IT HAD HAPPENED RIGHT HERE IN THIS BAR IN THIS TOWN! THEY COMMENTED AMONG THEMSELVES, BUT NOAH IGNORED THEM. SHAKING OUT HIS HAND WHICH STUNG FROM THE PUNCH, HE ANGRILY TURNED AND STORMED OUT OF THE BAR. HOPEFULLY HE'D KNOCKED THE BASTARD OUT.
EXITING INTO THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT, NOAH SHIELDED HIS EYES FOR A MOMENT BEFORE HE COULD CATCH HIS BEARINGS. HIS HEAD SWAM SLIGHTLY FROM ALL OF THE BEER, BUT HE WASN'T NEAR DRUNK. HE'D HAD FAR MORE THAN JUST SIX AND STAYED SOMEWHERE NEAR SOBER. BUT DRINKING ALWAYS MADE HIM ANGRY, AND SEEING THAT DOUCHE ALLISON WAS PROBABLY SHACKING UP WITH DIDN'T MAKE THAT ANY BETTER. HE WAS ALREADY DRESSED FOR THE BEACH SINCE HE'D COME HERE TO HAVE A DAY TO HIMSELF TO TRY TO FORGET ABOUT THE RUMORS AND HOW HE'D LOST HER. THEIR KISS HAD BEEN SO... PASSIONATE, BUT SO BRIEF. SHE'D CLEARLY KISSED HIM BACK, AND THAT ATE AWAY AT HIM. SOMETHING INSIDE OF HER STILL WANTED HIM, AND HE KNEW IT. BUT HE COULDN'T GET HER TO ADMIT IT. ALLISON WAS STUBBORN AND HARD-HEADED ON THE BEST OF DAYS, THAT HE KNEW. SHE'D REFUSED TO TALK TO HIM FOR A YEAR AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM, SO HE WASN'T SURPRISED SHE WOULD PRETEND LIKE THERE WAS NO HEAT BETWEEN THEM ANY LONGER.
SO LOST IN HIS DAYDREAMING AS HE STORMED DOWN THE BEACH LIKE A HURRICANE, THAT HE ALMOST STUMBLED RIGHT OVER A BLOND SUNBATHING BENEATH HER UMBRELLA. IT WASN'T UNTIL HE HEARD THE FAMILIAR ITALIAN ACCENT THAT HE STOPPED SHORT AND FOCUSED ON HER. SOMEHOW, LAYING ON HER TOWEL IN HER STRAPLESS BIKINI DRINKING HER BEER AND SINGING TO HERSELF, ALLISON WAS THE IMAGE OF SEX AND BEAUTY TO HIM. HE HAD TO SWALLOW TO CATCH A HOLD OF HIMSELF AS HE'D BEEN THROWN OFF GUARD BY SUCH A CHANCE ENCOUNTER. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SHE WAS HERE WITH THAT TREE HE'D JUST LAID OUT IN THE BAR. WELL, HE HAD THE LAST LAUGH, DIDN'T HE? SMILING DARKLY, THE ANGER NOT GONE FROM DRINKING TOO MUCH, HE PLACED HIS HANDS ON HIS HIPS AND LOOKED DOWN AT HER, TRYING TO IGNORE HOW HER IRRESISTABILITY NAGGED AT HIM AND HIS DICK. HELL, HE WAS A MAN AFTER ALL. HE COULDN'T ALWAYS CONTROL HIS URGES EVEN IF HE WANTED TO. SO, HE ALLOWED HIS ANGER TO DO THE TALKING.
"IT MAY NOT BE ME YOU NEED TO HELP," HE SNAPPED, RUNNING A HAND BACK THROUGH HIS BLOND HAIR AS HE CHUCKLED TO HIMSELF. "YOUR BOYFRIEND'S PROBABLY GOT A CONCUSSION. OR AT LEAST I HOPE HE DOES." RAISING AN EYEBROW, HE GLANCED NONCHALANTLY OUT TO THE OCEAN. HE'D NEVER BEEN TO THE BEACH A WHOLE LOT GROWING UP IN NEW YORK, AND HE LOVED THE SOUND OF THE WAVES AND THE SMELL OF THE SALT IN THE AIR. HE WISHED ONE OF HIS FIRST EXPERIENCES HERE WASN'T WHILE ARGUING WITH ALLISON. SHRUGGING HIS SHOULDERS, HE TURNED BACK TO LOOK AT HER. "HE'LL BE ALRIGHT I'M SURE. THE TREE CAN TAKE A PUNCH LIKE A REAL MAN." |
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Post by steph on Dec 7, 2011 22:41:52 GMT -5
click for the song she's singing - 755.
The truth was, Allison was miserable when it came to her love life. The guy from the bar, Malachi, was just so charming and over the top. He made her smile and it had been a while since she'd let an actual smile seep through that was real. She took that as a sign from God or karma or whatever anyone wanted to call it. And though Madison continued to encourage her to just sleep with him, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want to until she stopped comparing him to Noah. Malachi was not a bad looking guy. He was handsome, in every sense of the word. Just her type before Noah had come along and suddenly became the replacement of her type. In many ways, she put him up on a pedestal just like everyone else but she didn't like blowing up his ego. She had enough siblings who had gone on to become successful to know that blowing up anyone's ego lead to nothing but trouble and arrogance. So when Noah mentioned Malachi, her eyebrows furrowed together and she closed her book and stood, eyes narrowing on him at his words.
Then with ease, she smacked him full across the face. The anger was evident as she looked at him, "Why, why why are you so keen on taking everything from me?" she didn't yell but the venom was in her voice, "What have I done to you? WHAT? To have you come right on back and knock out a guy I've been dating? You want to know if he's my boyfriend? Well, he's not. I haven't even slept with him," and then she added, "yet," as if she'd forgotten that she was supposed to, eventually, do so, "So what was the point of that, huh? Knocking out a guy who didn't even deserve it-who doesn't even know anything about me-or you," it was becoming painfully obvious she hadn't really done much with the guy other than lots of kissing and hand holding. It also became obvious that she had told him little to nothing about her life which meant they were brand new. She had only met him a few weeks ago and she couldn't fathom why Noah wanted her to be so miserable.
"It's so typical of you," she shook her head a bit in disbelief, her hands firmly on her wide hips, "You just keep taking and taking well, I don't have anything to give you anymore," she threw her hands up, exasperated, "You wanted to win me back? It's a load of bull junk," typical of her still not to curse even when pissed off, "If you really did care, you wouldn't be knocking out the guy who's actually made me smile for the first time since..." but she swallowed the knot forming in her throat at the thought of Johnny-the last person who actually used to make a smile come so easily to her face, "You'd be asking me what I've been doing for the past year, how's life been starting over from scratch with barely anything to your name. You wouldn't be trying to patronize me after all the things that happened. All you had to do was be there, Noah. That's it. That's all you ever had to do. Come home."
She shook her head a little in disbelief and bit her lower lip hard which was what she always did whenever she was upset about something. Without thinking twice she turned her back to him and started walking toward the water. She would submerge herself so she could scream and then come back out and check if Malachi was okay. She was by far too upset to do much else. She had yelled at him like they were still married and the last time she smacked him like that was when he came home after Johnny's funeral. The second she saw him, she smacked him while sobbing that he was a jerk and saying awful things to his face. Everything had bubbled over-it was still bubbling over, and in all honesty, she wanted him to come home to her. Not to his job, not to other women, not to anyone. Just her. Their real home which was everywhere before they got married. When she left, she wanted him to follow her, to fight for her the way she seemed to have to constantly fight just for his attention. All he had to do was come home and she would have been satisfied.
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Post by flynn kavanagh on Dec 8, 2011 17:01:00 GMT -5
DAZED AND CONFUSED. THE SLAP STUNG FOR A MOMENT BEFORE HIS ANGER ERASED ALL MEMORY OF THE PAIN. HE TWITCHED, ALMOST REACHING TO GRAB HER WRIST IN ANGER, BUT HE STOPPED HIMSELF. HE WAS NEVER TOO DRUNK TO HIT A WOMAN, NO MATTER HOW BADLY SHE PISSED HIM OFF. GRINDING HIS TEETH TOGETHER, HE GLARED AT HER AS SHE WENT ON HER TIRADE.
WHEN SHE ADMITTED SHE HADN'T SLEPT WITH MALACHI, AND SNUCK IN THE 'YET' JUST TO BE SURE HE HEARD IT, NOAH'S FACE ICED OVER. THE ANGER INDUCED BY THE ALCOHOL MADE HIM TURN TO STONE AS HE ALWAYS DID WHEN HE REFUSED TO SHOW HIS EMOTIONS. NOTHING HE FELT FOR HER IN HIS HEART SHOWED IN HIS FACE, BUT THE ANGER THAT WAS SO FRESHLY CULTIVATED BY THE BOOZE WAS RIPE ON HIS HANDSOME FEATURES. AS SHE YELLED AT HIM FOR TAKING EVERYTHING AWAY FROM HER, HE CROSSED HIS ARMS OVER HIS BROAD, MUSCULAR CHEST AND FROWNED AT HER. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR BOYFRIEND - WHO, AS I UNDERSTAND IT, YOU'VE BEEN DATING SINCE BEFORE WE WERE 'OFFICIALLY' DIVORCED - IS A LIGHTWEIGHT. HE'S A DAMN BEANPOLE. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?" HE SHRUGGED HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR AS IF THE COMPARISON WAS OBVIOUS. AND IT WAS. NOAH WAS BULKY AND JUST AS TALL AS THIS MALACHI PERSON, BUT MALACHI WAS MORE SLENDER AND NO WHERE NEAR AS MASSIVELY BUILT. NOAH LOOKED LIKE A LINEBACKER COMPARED TO HIM, AND HE WAS PROUD OF IT TOO. HE'D ALWAYS TAKEN PRIDE IN HOW HE LOOKED, AND HE KNEW ALLISON HAD AT ONE TIME. THE FACT THAT THIS GUY WAS EVERYTHING HE WASN'T IRKED HIM. MALACHI HAD BROWN HAIR AND NOAH HAD BLOND HAIR. HE WAS TALL AND SPINDLY WHILE NOAH WAS TALL AND THICK. SHE WAS OBVIOUSLY GOING FOR EVERYTHING THAT WASN'T HIM, AND IT GOT UNDER HIS SKIN ALTHOUGH HE'D NEVER SHOW IT. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU HAVE BAD TASTE IN REPLACEMENTS." HE SHRUGGED NONCHALANTLY AND TURNED AWAY FROM HER TOWARD THE SHORE.
GRINDING HIS TEETH TOGETHER, HE HEARD HER CONTINUE YELLING AT HIM ABOUT HOW SELFISH HE WAS AND ALWAYS TAKING FROM HER. SPINNING AROUND TO FACE HER, THE FURY RAW IN HIS EYES, HE CLENCHED HIS FISTS TOGETHER IN AN ATTEMPT TO CONTAIN HIS ANGER. HE WOULD NEVER HIT A WOMAN, HIS FATHER HAD TAUGHT HIM BETTER THAN THAT, BUT DAMN, SHE PISSED HIM OFF SOMETIMES. "I NEVER MEANT TO TAKE ANYTHING FROM YOU, DAMMIT. YOU WERE FUCKING EVERYTHING TO ME, ALLISON. YOU AND...JOHNNY," HE CHOKED UP ON THEIR SON'S NAME AND LOOKED AWAY FROM HER AS AN UNINVITED TEAR MADE HIS EYES BEGIN TO SHINE. THE UNINTENTIONAL DISPLAY OF EMOTION IRRITATED HIM. HIS FACE RETURNED TO ITS MASK OF UNCARING AS HE LOOKED INTO HER BLUE EYES AND HEARD HER WORDS.
If you really did care, you wouldn't be knocking out the guy who's actually made me smile for the first time since... You'd be asking me what I've been doing for the past year, how's life been starting over from scratch with barely anything to your name. You wouldn't be trying to patronize me after all the things that happened. All you had to do was be there, Noah. That's it. That's all you ever had to do. Come home. SHE TURNED HER BACK ON HIM AND WALKED RAPIDLY FOR THE WATERLINE. THAT WAS IT. HE WAS TIRED OF HER BLAMING HIM FOR EVERYTHING. SURE, A LOT OF WHAT HAD GONE WRONG BETWEEN THEM WAS HIS FAULT, BUT DAMN IT, HE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE TO BLAME. "FUCK YOU, ALLISON. IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT YOU. I DID EVERYTHING I COULD TO SUPPORT YOU, AND I WASN'T HAPPY EITHER. BUT DID YOU STOP TO ASK ME HOW I FELT? NO. DAMN IT, I AM NOT PATRONIZING YOU. I JUST WANT YOU TO FUCKING SEE THINGS CLEARLY."
HE TOOK A FEW STEPS AFTER HER UNTIL THE WATER WAS LAPPING AT HIS FEET, AND HE HISSED OUT A SIGH AS SHE ENTERED THE WAVES. HE HATED IT WHEN SHE WALKED AWAY FROM HIM WHICH WAS HER HABIT WHEN SHE WAS ANGRY. NO LONGER ABLE TO CONTAIN HIS RAGE, AND UNABLE TO PHYSICALLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, HE DID THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO HIS MIND WITHOUT REALIZING IT WOULD INSTANTLY BE A MISTAKE. "I SLEPT WITH MADISON."
THE MOMENT IT CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH, HE KNEW HE SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID IT. HE HAD JUST BEEN ARGUING WITH MADISON, TELLING HER SHE HAD TO KEEP IT A SECRET, AND NOW HE WAS THE ONE TO BLURT IT OUT ON THE MIDDLE OF THE BEACH JUST BECAUSE HE WAS ANGRY AND HE, ADMITTEDLY, WANTED TO GET A REACTION OUT OF HER. HE WAS SURE HE'D GET A REACTION NOW, BUT HE WAS STILL ANGRY ENOUGH THAT HE DIDN'T REALLY CARE. HE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HER, BUT SHE'D BEEN HURTING HIM SINCE HE'D GOTTEN HERE, WHETHER HE COULD ADMIT THAT OR NOT, AND HE WAS TIRED OF BEING ANGRY. BESIDES, KEEPING IT A SECRET THAT HE'D FUCKED HER BEST FRIEND IN THEIR OWN BED ATE HIM UP ON THE INSIDE. HE DIDN'T WANT TO KEEP RELIVING THE NIGHT OVER AND OVER EVERYTIME HE LOOKED INTO ALLISON'S EYES AND SAW THE BETRAYAL THERE. allison/steph. 875. oh noes, this won't be good xD. hot damn. |
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Post by steph on Dec 8, 2011 18:33:14 GMT -5
click for the song she's singing - 1068.
"You say that like you were actually around! Money doesn't mean anything in case you haven't noticed!" she yelled over her shoulder at him as she stood in the somewhat cold water, hugging her slender arms around her torso. She kept her back to him because that was what he deserved: her back. Just as he'd given her his. She looked out at the never ending ocean, the way Noah's face looked when he said Johnny's name was clear as day in her head. She knew why he couldn't look at her when he said their son's name. It was the same reason why she couldn't say it either. It hurt. It wasn't like ripping off a bandaid and the stinging would go away after a few moments. This was a large, gapping wound right in the middle of her chest that ached day in and day out. It never healed over, not even a little. Noah hadn't been there to see how their strong little boy seemed to crumble and give in to the disease that plagued him for a year. He wasn't there to see his once glowing pink cheeks turn pale and translucent. He wasn't there to see the big blue orbs turn gray and see the light literally switch off. Allison had never had someone so close to her pass away-much less an extension of her and the man she loved dying right in front of her. He hadn't been there to see it and as selfish as it may sound, she always wanted him to be there despite the affair, despite everything. She wanted him to be the same superficially strong person he'd always been to hold her and stroke her hair and try to keep her from hurting all the damn time and she wanted to be that person for him. They didn't need to say anything-just be there.
But as it all ran through his head, his words pierced right through the fog.
"I slept with Madison."
[/color] If she had anything in her stomach, she was sure she would have barfed it all up and into the ocean. She could feel her lower jaw trembling with the sudden gash that was reopened in her side and the ever growing knot in her throat. She turned around sharply and looked at him, all anger suddenly gone from her face and replaced with the same look she had when she caught him. She'd just been out with Johnny, dropping him off at her mother's because they were going to go see a baseball game later. When she came back, she didn't expect Noah to be home at that time considering he was never home around eight but she heard an odd noise in the bedroom. Automatically, she thought it was an intruder and she grabbed a kitchen knife just in case. She went up the stairs quietly and as she opened the door and the hallway light spilled partially into the bedroom, her eyes had landed on a sight she thought shed never end up seeing in person. Sure she heard the rumors of him sleeping with other people but she always pushed them aside as just rumors. Despite the issues they had-she still trusted him, whole heartedly, and then here he was, pile driving someone who, now she knew, was Madison. Was that why she was so hellbent on having her move out to California with her? To help her find a new guy?So she wouldn't feel as guilty? Madison was practically her sister...she was there when she first met Noah... Madison knew everything. "You're lying," her voice cracked as she rushed over to him and started pushing him back with little to no results. She could feel the sting of the tears in her eyes, "You're lying! I know you are!" she attempted to push him again but she wasn't ever going to be as strong as Noah. And she was so frustrated with everything that she just started crying. Madison. Her Madison...her best friend, her sister from another mister, her's. It had all been a lie. She had just been trying to cover up what really happened, "I had forgiven you for it!" she yelled angrily, attempting to punch his chest but her vision was blurred by her tears, "It was all my fault wasn't it?" she shook her head at him, backing up a bit, not liking how damn close she was to him, this... creature that she used to love, "All of it. I was the one who got pregnant. I was the one who didn't want the abortion. I was the one who just took all the crap you and your family threw at me because I thought that was what you wanted. I was the one who didn't fight enough to keep you home, who couldn't keep you from having sex with my best friend..." she could feel her voice cracking but she didn't care. She'd rather be out in the middle of the ocean drowning at this point. It sounded more peaceful and maybe she'd get to see Johnny again, "It was my fault Johnny died," She nearly choked on his name and she tore her eyes away from Noah and wrapped her arms around herself, "You win. I give up," she looked down at the water that reached her calves, "Despite all of it, I still loved you," she looked up at him again, "and I actually thought that when you came back..." she bit her lower lip, "I didn't even start talking to him until a few days ago...I don't even know his last name," she mumbled the last bit mostly to herself, "If you wanted to hurt me-you got it. You've been getting it. Now get the hell out of my life." Allison sounded more hurt than angry but she was trying to cover it all up in vain. She couldn't believe, of all the people he could have been with, he got with her best friend and then so blatantly told her so to her face like she meant nothing to him. All that junk he said about making her fall for him all over from scratch? He pulled it out of his ass. She wouldn't believe him even if it was starring her right in the face. She was going to force him to be just a memory to her...he deserved nothing more and nothing less. [/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by flynn kavanagh on Dec 9, 2011 11:52:29 GMT -5
DAZED AND CONFUSED. THE PAIN HE SAW HER IN FACE HIT HIM HARDER THAN WHEN SHE'D SLAPPED HIM. IT WAS SO FAMILIAR, YET SO FRESH, AND IT HURT HIM JUST AS BADLY AS IT HURT HER. HE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT HER, HE LOVED HER, BUT SHE MADE HIM SO ANGRY HE'D SPOKEN OUT OF TURN. AS HER EYES FILLED WITH THE BETRAYAL, THAT SAME LOOK HE'D SEEN THE NIGHT SHE'D FOUND HIM IN BED WITH HER BEST FRIEND - ALTHOUGH SHE HADN'T KNOW WHO IT WAS AT THE TIME - HE THOUGHT HE MIGHT DIE. HE NEVER WANTED TO SEE THAT PAIN IN HER BLUE EYES, BUT THERE IT WAS. AND THAT LOOK BROUGHT BACK EVERY MEMORY OF THAT NIGHT.
HE KNEW ALLISON WASN'T GOING TO BE HOME WHEN HE GOT THERE, AND HE'D HAD A HORRIBLE DAY AT WORK. HE'D BEEN WORKING HIS WAY UP THROUGH THE RANKS OF HIS FATHER'S COMPANY AT THE TIME, PROVING HIMSELF TO THE OLD MAN, AND IT HADN'T BEEN GOING AS WELL AS PLANNED. SO HE'D PURCHASED A BOTTLE OF BOURBON ON THE WAY HOME, AND HE WAS ABOUT HALF DRUNK WHEN HE'D ARRIVED. WALKING INTO THE FOYER, HE'D COME FACE-TO-FACE WITH A BLURRY IMAGE OF MADISON WHO, UNFORTUNATELY, HAD A HOUSE KEY AND HADN'T BEEN AWARE THAT ALLISON WAS OUT. HE'D SNAPPED AT HER TO LEAVE, BUT SHE WAS HARDHEADED, AND IN HIS DRUNKEN STATE (ANGRY AS THAT ALWAYS MADE HIM) SHE WASN'T ABOUT TO BACK DOWN TO HIM. SO SHE'D STAYED, FORCED HIM INTO THE KITCHEN, AND GIVEN HIM SOME COFFEE. IT DID VERY LITTLE TO COOL THE DRUNKENNESS (PLUS, HE KEPT SNEAKING BOURBON INTO THE COFFEE CUP WHEN SHE WASN'T LOOKING), SO WHEN HE CLUMSILY SPILLED THE COFFEE EVERYWHERE, INCLUDING ALL OVER MADY'S NICE WHITE SHIRT AND PANTS, SHE'D BEEN FORCED TO HEAD UPSTAIRS TO TAKE A SHOWER. BROODING TO HIMSELF, THOROUGHLY SOUSED BY THAT TIME, NOAH HAD STOMPED UP THE STAIRS AFTER HE KNEW SHE WAS IN THE SHOWER, AND HE'D DECIDED TO CHANGE OUT OF HIS OWN BOURBON-SCENTED CLOTHING. AS UNFORTUNE WOULD HAVE IT, MADISON'S SHOWER HAD ENDED AT ABOUT THE SAME TIME. HALF-DRESSED AS THEY BOTH WERE, THEY WERE BOTH QUITE THE SIGHT TO SEE, AND NEITHER HAD CONTROLLED THE URGES THEY HAD. MADISON HAD ALWAYS BEEN A SLUT AS LONG AS HE'D KNOWN HER, SO SEX WASN'T SOMETHING A GUY HAD TO ASK TWICE ABOUT, AND HE HAD BEEN DRUNK AND ANGRY ENOUGH NOT TO GIVE A DAMN WHO IT WAS. HE HADN'T BEEN UNFAITHFUL WITH ANYONE ELSE BEFORE THAT TIME EVEN THOUGH THE PAPERS LOVED TO SPECULATE THAT HE HAD. HE WAS A RICH, ENTITLED LITTLE PRICK AFTER ALL. DIDN'T THEY ALL SLEEP AROUND ON THEIR WIVES?
ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH THEIR SLOPPY ROMP ON THE BED, THE DOOR HAD BURST OPEN, AND HE'D BEEN MET WITH A VIEW OF ALLISON WIELDING A KITCHEN KNIFE. HE'D THOUGHT BRIEFLY AT THE TIME THAT SHE MUST'VE BEEN PRETTY DAMN ANGRY TO COME IN WITH A WEAPON, BUT HE HADN'T THOUGHT TWICE ABOUT IT AS HE SLID OFF THE BED TOWARD HER, HIS GOOD JUDGEMENT AVAILING HIM ENOUGH TO PUSH MADISON OFF THE OTHER SIDE SO SHE COULD ESCAPE WITHOUT ALLISON SEEING HER. IT WAS TYPICAL, THOUGH WASN'T IT? THE HUSBAND SLEEPS WITH THE BEST FRIEND. IT WOULD'VE BEEN EASIER ON ALLISON, HE GUESSED, IF IT HAD BEEN SOME RANDOM WHORE OR HOOKER HE'D BEDDED, BUT NO, IT HAD BEEN THE CLOSEST PERSON TO HER IN THE WORLD. SOMEONE HE'D BEEN COMFORTABLE AROUND. SOMEONE WHO JUST HAPPENED TO BE IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME. NOAH REGRETTED THAT DECISION EVERY DAY OF HIS LIFE. IN SOME WAYS, HE REGRETTED IT MORE THAN WHAT HAD HAPPENED WITH THEIR SON BECAUSE, WHILE THEY WERE BOTH THINGS HE COULDN'T TAKE BACK, THERE HAD BEEN A POSSIBILITY HE COULD HAVE SAVED JOHNNY IF HE'D ONLY BEEN SMART ENOUGH TO STAY AROUND WHEN THE LITTLE MAN WENT THROUGH WHAT HE'D GONE THROUGH. IF HE'D ONLY BEEN THERE, HE COULD'VE SPENT ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD TO GET THE BEST DOCTORS TO HEAL THEIR SON. BUT ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD COULD NEVER TAKE BACK WHAT HE'D DONE WITH MADISON.
HE STOPPED IN THE WATER LINE, WATCHING HER BACK UNTIL SHE SPUN AROUND WITH THAT LOOK OF DENIAL AND BITTER BETRAYAL ON HER BEAUTIFUL FACE. SHE CAME TOWARD HIM AND SHOVED HIM, AND ALTHOUGH SHE DIDN'T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO PHYSICALLY MOVE HIM, THE HIT HURT HIM ON THE INSIDE. SHE SCREAMED THAT HE WAS LYING THAT MADISON WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER, AND HE DIDN'T ARGUE WITH HER. SHE WOULD ONLY BELIEVE WHAT SHE WANTED TO BELIEVE RIGHT NOW, AND HE KNEW THAT. SHE BEGAN A TIRADE ABOUT HOW EVERYTHING WAS HER FAULT - EVEN ASKING HIM IF HIS AFFAIR HAD BEEN HER FAULT, WHICH IT WASN'T - AND SHE SEEMED TO SHRINK IN ON HERSELF EVEN AS SHE BEAT HIM ON HIS BROAD, TANNED CHEST. INSTINCTIVELY, HE GRABBED HER ARMS GENTLY AND WRAPPED HIS MUSCULAR ARMS AROUND HER SLENDER FRAME. HE HUGGED HER TO HIM AS SHE CRIED THAT IT WAS HER FAULT THEIR SON HAD DIED. "NO, IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT, ALI. NONE OF IT WAS YOUR FAULT. YOU CAN'T CONTROL THE REST OF US AND OUR HORRIBLE DECISIONS." HE ALLOWED HER TO PULL AWAY EASILY AS SHE STEPPED AWAY FROM HIM AND DECLARED HE HAD WON. RAISING AN EYEBROW, HE WATCHED HER WITH MILD CONFUSION AS SHE EXPLAINED HERSELF.
Despite all of it, I still loved you and I actually thought that when you came back... I didn't even start talking to him until a few days ago...I don't even know his last name. If you wanted to hurt me-you got it. You've been getting it. Now get the hell out of my life. SO SHE ADMITTED SHE STILL LOVED HIM. HE KNEW IT WHEN HE'D LOOKED INTO HER EYES THAT FIRST DAY WHEN HE'D HANDED HER THE SIGNED DIVORCE PAPERS, EVEN THOUGH SHE HAD DENIED IT. AND HE STILL LOVED HER, PROBABLY MORE NOW THAN HE EVER HAD WHILE THEY WERE MARRIED. HE'D BEEN AN ASSHOLE, A SELF-CENTERED PRICK, WHILE THEY WERE MARRIED, BUT HE'D LOST THAT. HE KNEW WHAT LOSS WAS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE, AND HE'D FELT IT IN MULTIPLE OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF YEARS. HIS PARENTS DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE CARED THAT THE LITTLE LOWER CLASS ITALIAN HUSSY WAS OUT OF HIS LIFE. ALL THEY UNDERSTOOD WAS THEIR LITTLE BUBBLE, AND THAT HAD NEVER BEEN BROKEN. BUT NOAH'S BUBBLE HAD BEEN SHATTERED. SIGHING AUDIBLY, HE WATCHED HER AS SHE BACKED AWAY FROM HIM, THE HURT DARKENING HER EYES. "I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU... I..." HE KNEW HE'D NEVER BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF TO HER EVEN IF HE KNEW THE WORDS TO DO SO. SHE WOULD HATE HIM NO MATTER WHAT, AND HE COULDN'T STOP THAT. AND HE DIDN'T BLAME HER. HE'D BEEN THE WORLD'S GREATEST ASSHOLE. SOMEONE SHOULD MAKE HIM A COFFEE MUG. SO INSTEAD OF TRYING TO EXPLAIN AWAY HIS ACTIONS OR TO GROVEL FOR HER FORGIVENESS, HIS FACE CLOSED UP AND HE LOOKED AT HER WITH BLANK EYES. THOSE EYES SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER BEST CLUE THAT HE WAS IN MUCH MORE PAIN THAN HE LET ON.
"I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE. TREE-BOY SHOULD BE WAKING UP SOMETIME SOON. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GO CHECK ON HIM." WITH THAT, HE TURNED AWAY FROM HER AND TRUDGED OUT OF THE WATER. HE LOVED HER. SO HE HAD TO LET HER BE HAPPY. IF SHE WANTED HIM OUT OF HER LIFE, THEN DAMN IT, THAT'S WHAT HE WOULD DO. |
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Post by steph on Dec 9, 2011 12:49:31 GMT -5
click for the song she's singing - 1109.
As she heard his words, she turned around to face him and look right into his eyes to see if he meant anything he was saying. The look there made her cry even more and she didn't move until he was fully out of the water. She felt like her legs were made of lead, telling her not to chase after him because he wasn't worth it. He deserved the worst of the worst and yet she forced herself to move and run after him. Maybe if she had run after him more often, things wouldn't have gotten this bad. Allison had never believed in the idea of soul mates. She didn't think there was specifically that one person out there for you and yet she'd met her's when she was fifteen years old and their first date had been taking her dad's old pick up truck out to the airport to sneak into the restricted area to lay in the bed of the truck and watch the planes take off. It had been so simple, so rebellious, something anyone would call lame but she had loved it-she still loved it. The things that couldn't be bought with money, money she never truly had, was what she remembered. She didn't remember the price tag on the engagement ring he'd given her. She didn't remember how lavishing their home had been back on the east coast. She couldn't remember all the money at her disposal to fill in her large walk in closet. Hell, she couldn't even remember their wedding-the one she didn't get to plan at all. The only thing she wanted that day was to wear her mother's dress and it wasn't allowed-half of New York City, and then some, would be present and she couldn't be seen wearing something as simple as a silk tank dress.
As she ran after him, it felt like she was running for miles. She pushed herself to keep going, though, and it seemed like she was reliving everything from the first flash of the camera to the glorious smile on his face when they both heard their son cry signaling his arrival into the world, to the screaming and the fighting, things being thrown and words not meant being said to one another. By the time she reached him, she grabbed his hand and pulled as hard as she could so he would turn around and she hugged him tightly and refused to let go. She half expected to end up in the bed of that truck at the airport where they had their first kiss or in the tree house in her backyard where they had sex for the first time. She half expected them to be sitting in his town car in the parking lot of her old high school and her telling him she was pregnant but instead of going to their parents on what to do, just driving off and never looking back. If she knew asking them for help would lead to this, she would have refused all of it. They could make it on their own. She could be as delusional as she was-but she would have still believed it whole heartedly.
Then, grabbing his face in both her hands and on the tips of her toes, she locked her lips onto his with that same fiery passion but with the added build up of hurt and longing, guilt and shame being pushed into every movement. She knew it made no sense sometimes chasing after him, hugging him, kissing him the way she was but to her it made sense. Despite him cheating on her, despite him not being there...she still wanted to give him a chance, she still needed to give him a chance because she missed them and how they used to be. She wanted them back, how they were, what they truly used to mean to each other. She'd give anything to go back to how carefree they used to be, how easy it was just to be around each other and make one another smile just with the other's presence. Hell, she missed their arguments over something stupid like a guy hitting on her while they went out to a club or a waitress giving him her number while they went out to eat. She wanted it, always wanted it, and she knew Malachi was just the rebound, just the replacement, someone to make her not feel so alone anymore.
Pulling away slowly, she looked right into his eyes, her own wavering but she was so sure of herself, "From scratch," she said quietly, her voice cracking a bit. She wanted everything back but she wasn't that naive little girl anymore. She wasn't the immature tomboy she was as a kid when jeans and a t shirt were considered fashionable. She grew up, lived through what she lived through, and wanted to be known as Allison Giancola not the wife of Noah Constantino. She wanted to be viewed as independent, strong, intelligent. She didn't want to be seen as, literally, a desperate housewife anymore, "You're out of my old life, but I have a new one. If you want to be part of it-work for it," she stepped away from him and wiped the tears stains away from her face. She locked her jaw, proving that she wasn't going to be the little girl crying for her boyfriend to come back. This would be the last time she would ever chase him...if he wanted to be chased-he had to figure out how to make her do it.
Looking away from him, she saw Malachi approaching and she let a soft grin fall on her face but it was forced now because her mind was elsewhere. With ease, she started toward him, glancing over her shoulder at Noah before finally reaching the towel where Malachi was smiling like a goofy love sick puppy-and it was that same smile that nearly mirrored the first one Noah had given her when they met. So maybe she did see some of Noah in Malachi...maybe that was why she liked him so much. He reminded her of someone she once knew.
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