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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 6:17:22 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 12, 2013 13:54:10 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 12, 2013 16:30:48 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES The proud man felt like a dismantlement. Having to be helped inside by a little girl. Sighing softly, he allowed the girl to lead him inside. Once he was on the couch, the man collapsed on the bed with a groan, arm draped over his face. He told the girl to go into the his kitchen, which cabinet and which bottle to get. A large orange one, filled with large pills. He asked for water too, his fists clenched as he forced himself up, rubbing his leg and cursing in a language unknown to his company while small hisses of pain were heard. He forgot his pills. The pain made him almost feel dizzy. Trevor was lucky the pain started near the end of the drive. He asked the girl to hurry, then grunted an apology. [/style] |
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 2:04:49 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG Trevor wasn't dying, was he? She wasn't going to have to call an ambulance, do CPR or haul a dead body out the front door, right? She was jumping to all the wrong conclusions. She knew she shouldn't let her mind wander to the worst possible outcomes. She should tell herself it'll be okay and that he will be okay. Charlotte shoved bottles and boxes around in the medical cabinet until she found the orange bottle she hoped to be the one that Trevor had described. "T-trev...?" she whispered his name, wide eyes looking over the other's face, which she cupped as she dropped to her knees in a huff beside the couch. She popped the lid off the bottle and held it out to him. "T-these! Are these them, baby?" [/style] |
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 2:11:33 GMT -5
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They sat like this, her fretting and him panting for a bit. a good eight minutes before the drugs did their magic. Slowly, the pain subsided and his body became numb. Slowly, he sat up right and cleared his thought, looking away from the young girl. ".. sorry. ..I forgot to take them this morning.." [/style] |
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 3:12:28 GMT -5
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When he did, the blond's hair jolted upright, staring at Trevor and lunging forward. She got on her feet, a knee on the couch cushion, as she threw her arms around his neck and hid her face against his collar. "D-don't move! You need to rest, Trevor," Charlotte explained. She might not have known what was going on, but she did know he shouldn't be moving after that little panic. "Then don't ever forget to take them in the morning again! Don't... ever put me through that again." [/style] |
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 3:20:44 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES He fell back against the couch with a gentle 'oof' and his eyes were closed. Luckily, he felt no pain. Instead he stared up at the young girl for a few moments and slowly nodded. No words yet, Instead, he stared at her. Rest a hand on her cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb.
She was too perfect. Too young. Smart, sexy, funny.. but a child. He was a monster, a pervert. She was young, a child. A frightened little girl. Despite her actions, her face, she wasn't a woman. Trevor forgot sometimes. He didn't like to remember he felt such things for a child. It was sick. It was wrong. It was out of his hands.
His hand moved to the back of her head and brought Char close to softly kiss her lips. He sighed against the affection. ".. It's Vicodin. Pain meds, to help me walk." He stopped, swallowing hard. The man wasn't to shut up, to laugh it off, and yet when he tried, he stared into those wet green eyes and all of his will, pride and whole heart crumbled away. He wanted to tell her it was nothing, to smile, yet he was frowning and comforting her, rubbing Char's back slowly. "..I never wanted you to see. No one, most espically you. ..you're special" [/style] |
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 3:44:04 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; margin-bottom:3px; border: 1px solid #989898; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 8px; text-align:center; font-family:cambria; font-size: 20px; color: #989898;]BEEN HERE ALL ALONG Charlotte nodded in understanding. Seeing as that he'd calmed down already, it made sense that they'd be pain medication. Of course he was in pain. Or had been. Would he have been asking for her help otherwise? She knew Trevor was too proud to ask for help- especially from a little girl. Her head tilted, her cheek coming closer to his hand as she shut her eyelids tight, preventing the other from seeing into those eyes he tried to stare into. "What are you hiding from me, Trevor? Y-you know... of course you know, you can trust me. No matter what. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving you." Charlotte couldn't live without him, but she left that out. He kept her happy and smiling. Not that she wasn't in the first place. But if he disappeared, he'd be taking that smile with him and she wouldn't have it anymore. [/style] |
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 3:52:52 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES "I..". He did trust her. He loved her. As much as his empty, damaged heart could love. It was a very shattered, small and dark part of his body. Some people, if they didn't feel the beat against his chest, swore he lacked one. Only for Alisson, Sterling, and his beautiful mistress. Maybe damien. Depends on the day. He still cupped the girl's face but brushed back some of her hair and dared to lean in and steal another kiss. " ..I can't. I hate scaring you - and that's why I can't tell you. ..show you. You'll become frightened.". His fingers ran through that blonde hair, smiling softly. "If you became too frightened to come near me, look at me. ..to touch me.. I." He'd lose his own hapiness as well. There were other women, but they didn't matter. Just this girl, who hurt his heart, and he tightly wrapped his arms around her. "I can't lose you" [/style] |
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 4:08:39 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 4:11:53 GMT -5
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 4:23:03 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 4:30:24 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES He lifted his hips the best he would, letting the jeans slide past his hips and down his thighs. He stopped at a certain point, grabbing her hand. This was the furthest he ever took his pants off around her - around anyone but Alisson or Sterling. But, slowly he pulled away. His hand was shaking faintly. He let the girl tug it down further, exposing more of his skin that she had never seen. Yet soon, skin was gone. At least on one side. The jeans were around his heels and he kicked them off, across the floor as he lay a hand over his face and leaned back. Though only in his boxers, the leg he wished to hide was fully exposed. An ugly, discoloured scar crowned where the skin turned into metal. He didn't look at her, hid his face, didn't speak. [/style] |
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Post by charlotte victore on Feb 13, 2013 4:45:09 GMT -5
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Post by trevor underwood on Feb 13, 2013 4:49:50 GMT -5
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[style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#858585; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #453D3D; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #453D3D;]A MILLION LITTLE PIECES The hand didn't move from his face. The voice he spoke in was low, hoarse as he seemed to be drowning in worry - fear, even. Of her reaction. "When I was your age. ..car surfing, you know how kids are. ..car came out of no where, startled my driver friend.. fell of. got pinned. ..they couldn't save my leg." Of course, all the papers and magazines knew it as 'star lite's son gets in terrible accident. They were lucky the other driver was lightly intoxicated. Not enough to get his license taken away in a normal case, but enough a rich director could strip his driving permission, shame his name and send him to rehab. His father was scary. Too bad he only did that cause he hurt his son's name, not his son. [/style] |
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