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[Sweet Somber Kitty]

Anastasia Ivaan Belmont LoveHateHopeFate
To be a Warrior is to fight with Blood and Blade...


Anastasia blinked against the glow of the day, nonchalantly pulling from her bag a pair of dark shades and placing them daintily over her deep brown eyes, a smile not lifting the corner of her lips just yet. Her skirt clung at her legs, moving with her smoothly and hardly rippling, even as she quickened her pace, turning down a separate street and dashing across of crosswalk just before the light turned green. A honking, loud and raucous met her motion and, narrowing her eyes from behind the lenses of her glasses, she cursed quietly, hating the impatience that those here in the city held, and that she herself feared was starting to gain. Impatience and a bad temper. Then again, perhaps she herself was being far too quick to judge… too impatient to really take the time to look about and notice any of those who may be moving… just a little slower. She sighed, the new realization hitting her bluntly, in a way that made her stagger some and, smiling towards the fact that she had put such words behind the thought that had puzzled her for so long, she took it to mind again, replaying it like a record through her head as she continued on.
So, impatience has lead to her hate of impatience? Because she never thought to slow her own pace to see those whom strolled just a little slower behind. Only seeing the others whom bustled in front of her, their hasty pace never changing… And when one may not see those whom take their time, they may not learn from that simple manner how to be any better, for they may not see what is better in that world? So, according to her new little theory… if she slowed down she may be able to take a little more favor of this new place she had moved too? Seemed fair enough. Nevertheless, at the moment, as she glanced to her golden watched, tied about her wrist, she realized that at that very moment, she did not have the time for such a thing. She could try it at another time. Class would be starting very shortly.. And her earlier absences had left her with only one more free day, which she didn’t want to throw away profligately. No, she wanted to save that for an important day, perhaps.. For when she actually had friends to do things with? People to spend that wasted day with?
She shrugged off the thought, quickening her pace just a little more as she hurried up the steps of the university, making her way through a pair of large doors into the grand lobby where numerous students were sitting here and there, or standing in small clusters, voices ringing through the echoing hall. They paid little mind as people came and went, only one in particular running up towards Anastasia as she rushed through the entrance, smoothing down a lock of brown hair that had been tousled by the blast of the air conditioner. It was a young boy, or somewhat younger, seemingly not of the age to be attending a university, but full of enthusiasm and optimism for it nonetheless. He hurried towards her, dropping into pace at her side and, pushing the hood from his head, her drew his eyes up to her and grinned, smoothing down some ruffled black hair.
“Ana!” He exclaimed excitedly, pulling his bag from his back and slinging it over his body backwards, fumbling with the zipper as he continued. “I’ve finished my part of the project.. And I’d like you to look at it so that we may verify one another’s pieces.. To assure each other that each is working their hardest! Wouldn’t you agree?!” The girl sighed, breaking step for just a moment as she let her eyes drift down to the boy, and then to his paperwork, a slender hand coming up to retrieve the folder from his hand and tuck it up her arm, proceeding to push the shades from her eyes atop her head soon after. The boy smiled and, standing in place, as though waiting for a response, he cleared his throat, Anastasia speaking up afterwards.
“OH ok,” she said, turning towards her own bag and pulling a separate folder from it, reluctantly handing it towards the boy, with her release holding just a bit of hesitation. And she added, with a playful grin. “Don’t you loose it kid…” A wink and she hurried off, making in through the classroom doors just in time…

Two hours later and she stepped from the university entrance again, smoothing herself out as she began to make her way down the road, still holding tight to the folder the boy had given her. She had not yet looked into the work he had handed over though, as she started towards the parking garage again, having bought herself a cheap and bitter cup of coffee on the way, she felt the curiosity building in her. She smiled, taking in a sip of her drink and, struggling to pull the folder from beneath her arm, without spilling, she flipped it open and began reading through the report stapled to the inside.

LoveHateFate~*~*~~*~*~LoveHateFate

But to be a poet... is to fight with words of grace...

[smileegabby]

i am lost somewhere in between
cradles and porno magazines,
dancing to the Wizard of Oz,
having too many books to box.

my name is jacee.
+++++++++&& my childish feets never cease.



Banging on a wall sure wakes the crap outta ya, doesn't it? Well, atleast for Marco it did. That boy flew in the air like a chicken getting burned on it's behind. Now that would be uncomfortable. Jacee? Don't you have some respect for your brother? Nope, he doesn't. Okay, okay. I was just joking. This kid loves his brothers more than anything, more than the world! I mean the rest of his family followed right behind, but he just had that connection with his older brothers that was kind of hard to explain. Y'know how you have that feeling, that feeling that just feels overwhelming. But sometimes, there's really no good reason how to explain it, it was just there? That's how Jacee felt, kind of in between. They sure we're the men of the house, protecting the ladies. Pfft! If that's how you'd like for me to tell it, not really. Of course everyone would watch out for Jacee, I mean c'mon. Look at his wittle face. Isn't it adorable?! His peachy skin, smooth as a baby's bottom, sweet like a rose. No one would wanna give this child up, the twelve. . ahem, an 1/2 year old. And don't even get me started on his hair, honey please. Anyways, he just adored them. Brotherly love as you may say. Brotherly love like no other, not the ordinary, normal type. The outtrageous, inexplicable to even encounter! Just thrown out there, yes all the way. Which is why you would be seeing Jacee glued to his brothers most of the time. Like when he was just two years old, both of his older twin brothers we're seven at the time. And I remember how they'd always play fight, hide and go seek in the front yard. Just at the age of two you ask?! Why yes, why not? Jacee was quite the push over, and short tempered baby. Haha, we all love him though.

Watching the sheets fly from across the room, and hearing crucial words leave the seventeen year's old mouth sure made the kid laugh. Heh heh, gotcha didn't I? Jacee asked, as if he new what we're to happen. He liked to bug Marco, not only does he like it, but it was some pet peve of his. I don't know why, so don't ask. It just happens out of the blue. Until pigs fly is when you'll figure it out, thank you very much. But, it's just Marco, not Tony. Tony was the one Jacee gets to count on and look up to. Marco was the one Jacee just liked to bug. Don't worry, he still loves you. Well. . ., was all Jacee got from his question earlier, including that annoyed facial expression of his. Boy, was it funny. Phew. . you crack me up I'm crying. As his older sibling finally calmed down, Jacee eyed him for a while until he replied. He nodded with excitement as he heard Marco say that he would play with him. But if I get sick or something, I'm coming back in and you're on your own. The kid shook his head with laughter. Yea. . sick of me kicking your butt. He said towards his brother with a winner's smile. Then, Jacee waited. Now Marco just had to look his best to play some b-ball, huh? With the hair, and the brushing, and the showering. Poor ol'd Jacee sat on his bed, swinging his legs back and forth as it hit the side of his bed. He looked around his brother's room blankly, in awe. Not like he's never been in there before, it just amused him. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes of agony! No, of boredom. But, that's just when Marco arrived back in his room again. Jacee popped up his head, spotting his brother already dressed. Good, now he wouldn't have to wait, because that teen sure likes to look his best.

You got a ball? he asked. Jacee placed an index finger on his bottom lip, thinking and concentrating. The kid jumped to his feet, dashing out of the room. Hearing a huge thud on the wall. Jacee, please tell me you didn't hit your hea-, okay you did. Ow! He shouted, rubbing his palm across his forehead, making it warm up a little. Following down the hall, ending up in his room, Jacee began scanvenging through his closet. Where is it? The brunette hesitated, then placing a huge light bulb right over his head. He dove into the pile of clothes in the corner of his closet, feeling the round, hardness of a bumpy ball. Yes! He felt accomplished, painting a warm smile across his face, Running back to Marco's room, he held the ball up to his face. Found it! He yelled, perking his head behind the ball so his brother could see his face. Jacee grabbed the top of his brother's sleeve, dragging him down the stairs and outside. He ran across the driveway, waiting patiently for the other boy to come. Jacee dribbled the ball softly on the ground, making those nice thump, thump, thump noises. It flowed perfectly against the concrete. Aww, yea. Marco! I can do the throw from the 3 point line now! The kid said, wanting to see his brother proud of him.



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[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

›››a brother shares childhood memories
and grown-up dreams.›››

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It's Better To Love And Lost
Than To Have Never Loved
At All. . .

Tony noticed that Sam was eye-balling Roxy's slinged arm along with a few scratches she had obtained, probably from the brutal beating and rape that had taken place at home. . .after he left of course, just his luck. . .the time he could catch dad in the act and do something about it with solid proof. . .he was gone, that's the way it always worked. Tony had often wondered if Sam and some of the other Maretti children knew or at least suspected that the Giordano kids were put through some abuse even if it wasn't always visible, they hid it so well. . .poker face routine as Tony called it. He knew that the abuse had to be kept on the hush hush (WHICH PEOPLE AREN'T GETTING) if they didn't want to leave Cedar Grove again, something Tony figured he couldn't do. . .especially with his whole 'I love Sam thing', they had to keep dad's alcohol abuse and beatings a secret from all. . .and that was the way it had always been, fear had scared the Giordano children into silence about the long, rough nights of loud crashing and blood curdling screams. Tony examined Sam's expression for a second having a quick flash-back a few years ago when he recieved the same look from his dearly beloved.

A much smaller Tony stood in the playground, fresh stitches littering his olive skin like Sally from The Nighmare Before Christmas. The 13 year old boy knew he had to avoid the subject even though he knew Samantha would certainly ask, not like they blended into his skin. After waiting around for a few minutes there she was, a beautiful smile lighting up her face which caused a similar smile to spread across Tony's face. "Tony!" She declared happily hugging him around the neck, Tony returning the tight embrace around her waist "About time you got here." He said with a smile as the hug was broken, it didn't even take 30 seconds for Sam's eyes to wander down his arm and notice the stitches and band-aids that were soaked in blood at some places "What happened?" She asked horrified, Tony's mind immediately jumped to the story he had prepared, and put on an 'it's no big deal' facade. "Oh, I was riding my bike down the hill." He started "When I completely lost control, the bike fell from under me and I skidded along the pavement and loose gravel that had caused my unfortunate accident." Tony said, passing it off as best as he could, although he noticed that Sam was still staring at the wound with a skeptical expression, which moved from his scrawny tan arm and up to his face where their eyes met and he could see the disbelief even though she said nothing. At that moment Tony wanted more than anything to confess the real reason for the injury but knew that he couldn't. . .should have, but didn't. "Okay." She said unsure, the same exact expression written on her face.

Furious at the sudden outburst from his sisters, Tony's eyes lit up immediately with anger when he felt Roxy wrap her hand around his arm, which he immediately wrenched away from her in discust. Really wishing that Sam wasn't present for the uglier side of Tony he immediately barked at his sister, grabbing his car keys in his free hand to make sure that she wouldn't steel them if she got the chance. "To hell you won't!" He shouted, furrowing his eyebrows in distaste. Now really wishing that Sam didn't have to see this he grabbed his sisters un-broken arm and hauled her into another room, while this would probably piss off his younger sister Tony knew his place. . .and that was the oldest brother, the one who had more authority than his 13 year old sister, than she had over him. "You listen to me!" He said in a dangerous tone, inches away from his sisters face, now away from the lunch crowd "We all love mom, but she's handled herself for 23 years against that b*****d, she can wait 15 more minutes!" He said still gripping her good arm "But I AM NOT! Leaving YOU alone with that man and mom! We all know she won't stand up to him when he starts in! I don't care what Autumn said, she's not here right now, I am, so you'll do as I say and wait 15 minutes!" He paused for a breif second, glaring into his sisters dark brown eyes, which matched his perfectly "Either that, or you walk home. . .your choice." he said releasing her arm and walked out of the room.

{Mąяco}

No officer, there's no blood
in my alcohol system

Marco watched seemingly unammused as his younger brother, Jacee contemplated the placement of his basketball. If he couldn't find one Marco was sure they could find another one or use a similar substitute, after all the house was full of child play things, surely there had to be an appropriate ball somewhere. It didn't take as long as Marco had forseen for Jace to remember where the ball was despite the thoughtful expression, the boy quickly darted out of the room and headed off towards his own. Figuring that he should probably follow suit, Marco walked at a steady yet slow pace out of his room and into the hall where some carnage had been left behind from the previous beating that he was sick through. He attempted to ignore it, but that was harder than he had thought. . .it always was. From somewhere off in the distance Marco heard a muffled crash and peered around the corner to see Jacee rubbing his forehead, "Wanna do that again?" Marco called after him with an ammused chuckle figuring that the boy had run right into a wall. . .crazy kids. Apparently the basketball that was to be used would be found in Jace's room, which is where Marco waited for him, standing in the doorway leaning against the doorframe in a rather relaxed fashion.

In typical fashion finding the ball took longer than actually remembering where it was, which was surprising seeing how messy the Giordano boys rooms seemed to get, probably just another trait found on the 'Y' chromosome Marco figured watching as his younger brother dug through odds and ends searching for the all important basketball. After a few more minutes of rummaging the ball was retreived much to Jacee's pleasure, which always seemed to make Marco feel better, probably another one of those brother bond things, which was much different from the bond that Marco had with his sisters. Marco along with his twin brother, took a protective bond with their sister, the one with Jace was much more relaxed, but protective none the less. Their brother bonding time mainly consisted of eating, playing sports, eating, playing video games, eating, watching TV, eating, wrestling and rough housing, eating, talking about girls, and more eating. Before Marco could gather all his thoughts, he was being tugged out of the house by his younger brother. The bright sun of mid-day blinding as the two stepped outside and into the chilly November weather. Getting used to the light that was now intensifying Marco's headache he watched as Jacee took his position on the 'court' and waited for Marco to join. Taking a couple more minutes Marco walked onto the driveway and stood a few feet away from Jace, squinting his eyes and listening to his brother talk about his new basketball accomplishment. "Really?" Marco asked, sounding ingreigued "Well prove it then." He said in a 'watcha got' sort of manner.

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[Asstrollogist]

All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I ******** like you wanna ********]

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Chase assessed the situation, he looked around at the happy go getter peoples as they strolled minding their own business, nothing would have been better if a meteor just came from the sky and bulldozer those cheery people right over. Would bring great satisfaction, Chase could only wish though. He glanced back over as the woman tried to regain her balance and stand up using the tree, but she almost instantly turned a pale skin tone. Sky sighed he could tell she was pushing herself to do so, as she explained herself he nodded, with a small laugh at her question she seemed to be awkward or shy either way it was adorable, he sighed as he leaned back using his arms as kickstands to keep himself up.

"Don't worry about me, also don't call me sir, I'm not that old so no need to be so formal." Chase shook his head as he looked down at his wrist, the ace wrap he had put on earlier had disappeared, must have been from the clumsy fall, the wind obviously dragged it away. "No I got this from my tournament not this, this couldn't phase me." He said jokingly of course, he wasn't that much of an egotistical cocky p***k. Chase watched as the blood drizzled down her face, the sight was very... Modern Art.

Chase stood up the OCD b*****d couldn't leave anything alone, as he removed his Black Bandanna from his back pocket he tightened it as it stretched out. He leaned forward getting close to Tawney as he took her fabric and placed it on the cut, as he coiled the Cloth around her head knotting it in the back as it overlapped her hair. He chuckled as he looked at the Gangster look he gave her. "Don't apologize- really don't worry about it, thats kind of what I expect from wearing tight shirts... But yeah that should stop the bleeding until you get proper first aid help. " He said with a nod as he backed away from the woman slowly. Slipping on his Mirrors he hitched the glasses's arms behind his ears as he turned away from her gaze, the young indie boy was becoming a tad flustered. "Seriously be more careful though, theres not a lot of kindhearted people out there..." Chase said as he put on his cool face looking back at her over his shoulder, then waving beginning to head back towards the streets.

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I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

[The Ice Queen Diva]

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When I step out of the role Y O U have w r i t t e n for m e

[indent]"Autumn watched the car laughed, as she saw the guys car pass on by, of course, this guy was trying to show off, and if he did won, she didn't mind, she needed to stop smoking anyways, but being a Giordano, she always had a trick up her sleeve, smirking, Autumn had floored on her gas peddle, switching to gear six, her car was going faster than she normally would have gone, almost to the three hundred's, and half a lap to go, and she was almost would win. Autumn had passed the guy and cut him off, with a scoff. Her eyes had looked down at a red button in a small glass case over it, biting down on her lip, she had flipped it open and pressed the red button; her body had clanged on to the seat, her care was going faster than it was before, it was a good thing her friend was an [illegal] mechanic, he added things to cars that was illegal in the United States. As she went for the turn, her tires had squealed and feeling her car starting to flip on to her side. Her eyes widen as she had tried to control it.

[indent]Her heart was racing as she had felt her car start to grind on her side, s**t. . . ********. . .Oh Dear God. . .
Autumn's car felt distribute back on to its side, well now she was back on track, she had looked at her speedometer and had noticed she was only at 30 miles per hour. [********. . . I lost. . . and now I have to fix up my car. . . again!

[indent]As she had moved over to the side, letting her opponent go ahead and finish the race, she had gotten out, and walked over to the right side of her car, looked at the big ol' scratch it had made. Her arms had extended out on the roof of the car, putting her hands on the roof and her head over them, letting out a fustrated sigh, Autumn had clenched her fist and pounded on the scratched up door; of course a dent was now made. Her bruised knuckles had begun to throb. She had bug to clench her teeth while she pulled out her cell phone from her pocket, her mechanic friend was on her speed dial, Ring. . .Ring. . .Ring. . . "Heyy, Autumn, what's wrong with your car now?" Autumn had laughed as she shook her head, her legs had carried her to the hood of the car and opened it manually, "Yeahh, about that, I need major fixage, can you and your peeps come over and pick it up; at the abandoned neighborhood, just at the entrance." Autumn had heard a laughter on the other end and a dial tone, this meant that he would have been on his way pretty soon, Joey loved working on her car for some reason. Putting her phone back in her back pocket, she had leaned over to check over her engine, nothing bad Joey couldn't fix. Autumn had went to push up her glass and felt nothing there, s**t, she looked over to the window and noticed her sunglasses broken. Well, she could have always used the excuse of fighting. Shrugging, Autumn had taken off her plaid shirt she had been wearing, revealing a white v-neck underneath, throwing it on the roof of the car, she had looked over at her engine, checking every part. Waiting for her opponent to come over to her and rub his victory in his face; and if he did he would had seen a beating coming to him.

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Y O U make me feel like a p l a g i a r i s t.

[Ryan The Insane]

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OutFit

My Car

When he won the race he looked back to see her out of the car. Knowing people she would think that he would come back and rub it in her face. Well she would have done better if she didn't use boost. Pulling up besides her car he got out and looked at the damage. " Well. . . That's a scratch. . . Okay, this is what is going to happen. . . I'm going to paid for that scratch to be fixed. . . We're going to get a bite to eat. . . And I believe your going to stop smoking. . . . How does that all sound?" Saying that as he looked up at her and smiled. " Piece of advice, don't use that kind of boost unless you have lot of space for things to go wrong. . . But you don't have to listen to me. . . By the way I'm Ryan James Corvinace. . . But please call me Syn. . " Saying that as he offered his hand to her.
(( OMG major brain damage. . .))

[Evil Cracker Jacks]

----- я o x ι --- ℓ e v e ι n --- G ι o я d a n o -----

яoxy screamed back as he left, "I DOUBT IT WAS HER CHOICE!" Roxy held her breath and sank down. She put her head to her shoulder and sobbed. Eventually someone walked in. He stared down at her in awe. "Can I help you up?" Roxy bit her lip and jumped up. She walked by him. She looked back at Tony.

Roxy could tell he was looking, quickly she flipped the bird at him. A tear falling off her cheek. She walked out and started to hurry home.

Oh sh*t!, Roxy thought. There was her sister at the repair shop. She hurried past them but saw Joey. "Hey munchkin!" Roxy stopped, staying still. "Crap.." She turned slowly and saw him walking towards him, Autumn next to him. Roxy looked at her options.

Roxy darted it. Running as fast as she could. Dodging the bumps in the cement, and the roots from the trees popping out from the ground. Eventually, she fell. Right in front of the Maretti houose. She screamed at the pain of her broken arm. First she broke it, then she fell onto it. Roxy started to sob, staring down at her arm. Roxy looked back, no Autumn. She held her breath and looked up to her last option.

Making it up with her dignity was really hard. Asking them for help, well that was worse. Roxy held her breath and knocked on the door. She wipped her tears and waited for an answer.

occ: small >w<


Roxy's Attire

If you hadn't noticed,
the things I throw at you
usually you have to have a good comeback
to throw the ball back
and yet now
we wait in silence for the girl to decide a perfect burn

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

Tawney Bree Donovan LoveHateHopeFate
Life's a Biotch...


Tawney watched him as he eyed those in front of them, smiling at the distrust and displeasure glowing in his eyes as he scrutinized the happy passers. In much the same manner as herself. However, as he quickly let his attention dart back to her, she let the smile fade, looking towards the grounds and swallowing soundlessly, simply listening to what he had to say. She nodded in understanding when he swiftly and briskly explained about the tournament and, just as she let her mouth fall open to question him about it, he piped in again, standing before her once more and fiddling with the bandana he sported. He seemed to move so… quickly? With a hint of hastiness in every step and shuffle, making her want him to slow down all the more, even as she winced beneath the pain of contact when he bound the bit of cloth about her head tightly, the bleeding halted as the material pressed against the wound. She couldn’t help but smile still, towards his earlier comment, referring to himself so strongly, despite that down to earth and humble gleam behind those gentle eyes. No, not even powerful words could hide the young man that resided within him, and Tawney, lifting a hand to gingerly brush the makeshift bandage bound about her, cleared her throat, watching as he stood, turning away from her with a final warning. Her green eyes followed him, pleading silently as he started away and Tawney cursed inwardly, feeling her heart thud faster as the distance between them grew.
Something within her beckoned her to jump up after him, despite all of her internal attempts to calm her flustered emotions, mend them from today’s many beatings. However, even with her struggle, she was forced to her feet, a hand reaching out to him as she stepped forward once, twice, swallowing down her unease. There had been discomfort in his final words… but discomfort with what.. Her? She suddenly fell back a step again, feeling a very unfamiliar emotion rising in her chest and, while trying to confirm it with herself, she let her eyes graze her items which still lay scattered within the soft jade grass beneath the tree.
He had been kind to her… and her thank you had been so insincere… why did she care? The question nagged at her painfully, but her mind’s angry words fell upon a numbed conscience, and she hurried forward again, quickly dashing in front of him to block off his steps, looking into his eyes with a shaky gaze, quiet words falling from her lips as she brushed a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Uh… I… I will be more careful,” she said, wishing to shoot herself for the stupidity lingering in her wary tone. “Th-thanks but.. How..” She paused, as if pondering her next statement and, taking a deep breath, she continued. “How will I return this.. Uh.. Bandana?” She smiled a small smile, pointing towards the material wrapped about her head and then, feeling anger rising in herself, towards herself, she frowned, shaking her head.
“Crap,” She hissed. “What the hell am I doing… I’m making excuses.. that’s it.. Just like any other shy little girl out there… aren’t I?” She was speaking to herself more then anyone, though, at the end of her harried sentence, she did cast her eyes up to him and, wringing her hands together, she nodded briskly. “So…” She concluded. “What all this is coming down to? You may be wondering… since I.. I tend to go off on tangents… babbling to myself..” A soft curse, audible though and she added. “There I go again… I just wanted to say that… beyond and behind all of these excuses… I’d…” A nervous gulp and she finally finished her long fought for thought. “I’d like to see you again… if you don’t mind me saying it…”
She watched him closely for a reaction, running her words through her mind swiftly and adding in a flurry.
“B-but j-just because, like you said, its not often you meet someone with a good heart huh? And.. And you’ve certainly… got… one?” Stupid stupid STUPID!… But true… she debated with herself, forgetting all about her things that lay, behind her.
She bit down on her lip, a slight gust rushing up from behind and, as her hair was blown forward it lashed about her face, like an obsidian silk spider’s web, lingering there for a brief moment before she brushed it back again.

LoveHateFate~*~*~~*~*~LoveHateFate

And so am I...

[Valkore Fraust]

War is for the Brave.

Civilian life would never be easy for Mack. Mowing the lawn, getting mail, paying bills, he didn't like it. The "retired," well known Gunnery Sergeant now makes his own breakfast and takes care of three dogs as they were children. Waking up at five in the morning wasn't exactly the most interesting thing, but it was the most important thing in the Corps. "Making Marines," as he was taught, was the single most important thing in the Corps. Yelling, breaking things and putting recruits through vigorous physical training was his type of thing. Maybe now he could relax. Least likely.

Hello? Mack answered his phone. It was his father, speaking Gaelic, of course. The conversation went fluently, just a weekly checkup. It was apparent his parents were afraid of him committing suicide. Did you forget? Mack replied, speaking the different language. I can't die, not without permission. With that, there was a sigh from his father, followed by him hanging up. Mack attempted a smile, but nothing. The middle class "citizen," needed work. He read something on the inside cover of a match book, an address and a name. The Maretti's. Apparently they were a criminal family with unfriendly "competition," as he was told. Hired guns were always a plus to criminal organizations. Mack straightened his white button down shirt and tossed his phone on his bed. Two large dogs lay asleep; a bull mastiff and a french mastiff. The pitbull, who he named "Sonny," was wide awake, at his side. Never had he seen such a loyal dog. Sonny was staring up at him, curious. The young pitbull was always at a proud, defensive stance. Sonny boy, he stated, tying his red tie. The dog licked its nose and continued to stare. Mack grabbed his jacket and car keys; a 1970 Chevelle. Packed with a 572ci engine, pushing 640HP and 650TQ. One of three other cars he owned.

[smileegabby]

i am lost somewhere in between
cradles and porno magazines,
dancing to the Wizard of Oz,
having too many books to box.

my name is jacee.
+++++++++&& my childish feets never cease.



Now was Jacee so proud of his new so called 'winners throw.' He likes to come up with these extraordinary names, it's just him. Jacee likes to accomplish new things, it shows him that he has more to life then just abuse and criticism. All from his father, ooh that dreadful beast. If I we're Jacee, I would've given him a punch already! But, the thing is, Jacee's different. He's to affraid to stick up for his family, nor himself. Like a wimp or something. Which is why he prefers his siblings more than anything. They teach him new things, more to life than just video games and eating. Okay, I take the eating back. He goes crazy for food, that welve year old. As I was saying, he just wants to be brave for once, like his older brothers, twins, Tony and Marco. Just practicing a second everyday would make his day, only a second. Yep, and maybe some girl time with the girls. Haha, I'm joking. Only to bring out his sensitive side y'know. Mhm, Jacee does have a sensitive side. Like a girl! Can you believe it? Throwing tantrums, screaming at the top of his lungs, not that he's gay or anytihng. Pssh, no! You crazy?! And you know what's the best part?! Jacee cares more about his hair than anything else on his body, except for shoes! Yea, I know. . woah. With the flipping, and fragrance smell once it sways. Mmm, so good. Okay, but yes Jacee acts like that at times. Wait, mostly all the time that his dad criticizes him. Calling him a 'Loser.', or 'Your an immature jerk. Grow up already, will ya?!' Exactly those words, those terrifying words, those pultrid words! Ugh, hold me back, hold me back! I'll show him who's boss. You should never, I say never talk to Jacee, the twelve. . an 1/2 year old, like that!

As Marco came outside onto the court, Jacee grinned widely. Really? The brunette kid nodded rapidly with a soft laugh. Well prove it then. Jacee tightened his grip on the basket ball, taking a couple steps away from the hoop. Watch and learn. He let out a snicker, then focusing his posture in front of the hoop. Dribbling the ball hesitantly, Jacee lifted his brown eyes and shot the ball. He shoots,..! Watching the ball land the rim, the kid leaps in the air, throwing his arms up. And he scores! Jacee laughed, giving Marco a high five. Now that was sweet. I bet he would've liked it more if his dad was there to atleast give him some support. But, nope. He doesn't really care. I mean, Jacee is the baby of the family. Everyone is suppose to love him. Poor boy. I wanna give him a super hug now. But screw his dad, I like how his siblings care the most about him. How Marco plays basket ball with him, even when he's not feeling his best. And his other brothers and sisters do their best, just to make him happy. That's what I call love.



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//Ack! Writer's block, not one of my best post's. I'll do my best on the next one.(:

[glitz and prada - xox]

•••Alice✖Mary✖Winter•••

everyone see's her but NOBODY knows her,
she SCREAMS into her pillow for a better tomorrow,
she HATES it but she
takes it.

The sun was hitting the back of a young girl's head as she ran across the field, edging towards the goal. The ball was passed between both of her feet, avoiding all people with the red shirts on and focusing on the goal. People on her team were spread out across the field wearing the normal gold sparkly vests that they had only upgraded last week. Alice looked down to the ball and smirked, checking the goal every onece in a while. A red-head behind her kept trying to force the ball away but this girl was pro. She had done soccer ever since she was young and she faster than anyone on her team. They called her speedie, it was a cute name in her opinion. Otherwise she would've told them not to call her that ever. She was almost there, so close she could almost taste it. Blondie-locks, a girl on her team who was incredibley competive especially for her small figure, ran in front of goal with her arms wailing in the air yelling orders to pass it. Glancing over her shoulder to the red-head who was focused more on her breathing then on the ball, Alice turned to Blondie and kicked it over to her. It was a complete success. The Hawks won and the crowd, one their side, cheered crazily. "You need a ride? My mom would be happy to give you one." Jordan, one of her bestfriend's, asked.

Usually, Alli's parents never showed up. So it was her best bet to agree. The girl pulled out her cell and checked the time, taking a long gulp of her water before responding to the unanswered question. "If you wouldn't mind." Alice replied with her sweet smile, and turned to look up at the bleachers where Jordan's mother came running down with a large grin on her face. She hugged both fo the girls, and hunched over to reach their size. "You did great, girls." She paused to glance around the large field at the remaining people. "I suppose I'm dropping you off?" This time the question was direct toward's Alice, and Alice alone. The brunette nodded, flashing a small smirk, her ponytail flipped around at her insane nodding. Jordan's mother led them off to the large sleek-black van and went on about the terrific game. Jo-Jo's ipod blocked out most of the babbling of her mother which Ali was thankful for since that women never stopped talking. The car pulled to a stop at the gas station and Alice checked her phone once more for the time. She took the ipod earbud out of her ear and set it on Jordan's lap. "Oh, Alice, I'm heading to the bank after this then heading to the mall to buy some new shoes more Jordan. Is that ok?" The blonde women asked the with a grin, peeking her head through the open window, checking over her shoulder to see if the gas was down filling her car or not. Alli bit her bottom lip and shook her head.

"No, sorry. I have to get home soon, I'll just walk from here." She turned towards Jordan who was obviously listening since her ipod was off and she was looking at her mother with a sad expression. Alice gave her friend a hug and grabbed her small backpack and turned towards the door which she was unlocking. "You sure, I could just drive you home if you would like." Disagreeing, the brunette shook her head and smiled kindly, jumping out of the car. The smell of gasoline greeted her nose and she wrinkled it up in complete disgust. Alli waved goodbye once to her friend and began walked. Her soccer kleats hit the ground lightly. Sighing as many cars passed. She neared her street and was happy to see that only a few people were outfit. She pulled her backpack higher up onto her shoulder, right then her phone vibrated into her pocket. Her eyebrow rose as she pulled it out, it was most likely her friend's. Hmm. She read the text and grinned, a party huh? Sounded good to her. She simply texted that she totally be there. The brunette scrolled through the many texts she had got just resently and twirled a strand of hair. Alice walked up to her door and smiled up at one of her maid's as she opened the door for her, "Thanks." She whispered, looking around her clean house with a disappointed look. No one but one of the maid's was around. . what fun. She shook her head and walked up the large glass stair's to her bedroom.

Flipping the light switch on, Alli threw her backpack onto her bed then walking to the bedroom absentmindly turning on the shower and pulling her clothes off. She cleaned herself up and ruffled her hair around as she cleaned it. Once she finished up, the brunette pulled a darkpink towel around her body and turning towards the mirror. She pursed her lips together and walked into her closet in search of something to wear. Deciding the that not going fancy was alright. After she curled her hair, Alice started on her homeworkd she had been putting off since Thursday. She began with the Math Homework which only took her ten minutes since that was her strongest subject. Next was Science. . geez was that tough! The teacher hated her and always embarassed her in front of everybody. Finally. . there was no more homework left. It was like relief lifted off of her shoulders. The brunette sighed and skipped down the stair's then out of the door. Going for a bike ride wouldn't be a bad idea since there was nothing to do at home. She unlocked it from the side of the garage and set the lock on the bike handle, and rode off down the sidewalk. She passed to boys playing basketball but paid no attention. She was going like a dareveil, her legs were more like a blur; couldn't see them.

Alice settled into her seat and turned towards a very gorgeous house. Her crush lived there. Should I. . no, just keep riding past maybe he'll notice. She went to the edge of the street then turned her bike back around, riding down the same way again.

((OutOfCrackers::Not my best post. .))

she's the kinda girl who
is willing to BRIGHTEN your
world when she can't even
BRIGHTEN her own.

[i H e a r t C a n d i i]

D a d d y ◊◊ D e a r e s t : : xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
D o n o v a n ◊◊ M a r e t t i

XXXXXXXXXXXXXDonovan looked up from his search in the refrigerator when one of his youngest, Ana, came into the kitchen, it seemed like she had been working hard all morning as well. His eyes followed her until she was preparing her own lunch, a sandwich, though at some point she was eying his forehead, figures. That was all they seemed to bug him about, if he had an injury they would act like he was the worst person in the world, but he felt the same way too, since the guy from the other night didn't come out with just a cut or two. "Good afternoon." he said finally to her, though this was with a smile, before looking back into the fridge. Then one of the older kids, one of the twins, Samantha came down, she didn't even talk to him really, which didn't surprise him since they weren't on good terms at that point. She just hated the mafia too much to see that he was still her dad. He did catch the smirk though, much to his dismay, he didn't like them going out on such short notice, though it wasn't like they wanted to listen to him anyway, he simply waved faintly and went on to searching. All the while listening to his son, "Lot's of business today." he said in a distant voice while he checked his watch, seeing that it was later than he thought, and shutting the door to the fridge. He had to get moving sometime.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXDonovan had been sifting through the fruit bowl for some source of nourishment, "A party?" he lifted his head while he picked out an orange that was roughly the size of his son's fist. There were a lot of things he didn't like about parties, mainly drinking, and who was there, which is why he always had to ask the questions. "Where is it, who will be there..." he said like he'd had to do so many times before, it was like an automatic recording. He had been peeling the orange while he questioned his son and took a moment to savor the first juicy slice of orange. He swallowed and then continued, "Will there be alcohol? How long do you think this will last?" he didn't like to ask so many questions, it made him seem like he didn't trust them, even when he was trying to. No matter what he would hear from his son the answer would only come from one person, "You'll have to clear this up with your mother too." he said as he bit into a second slice, the citrus juice stinging on his tongue. This particular tidbit came off as a sort of warning too, since he was just as afraid of his wife as any man, he didn't want to get her mad for letting who she may still consider to be her 'baby boy' run around, going to wild parties and doing who knows what else. Not that he considered his boy Vinnie to be the type to do 'who knows what else'. Even if he was, Dad would be the last one to admit it, he didn't want his family changing into the next Giordano family, god forbid.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXDear old dad patted down his pockets with his free hand, all the while scarfing down his orange as quickly as possible. He had to get going, "Talk to mom, then you can ask me." he said to the boy while he held onto the last slice of fruit and tossed the peel before searching for his keys. The house was always clean, with the exception of the kids rooms, but that didn't really bother him. The whole problem with such a clean house was that he lost things very easily, so easily in fact, every day he had to hunt for his keys, since they always seemed to move themselves once they were set on the counter or on a table somewhere. He wasn't sure who moved them so often, but he normally found them in the same places, usually on a table by the front door, or hanging up in the coat closet, which was where they were found on this particular day. "I'll be home for dinner," he called out for anyone who was listening as he pocketed his keys and set his hand on the shiny knob of their front door, right as someone knocked weakly one it. Honestly, you'd think those girls would remember their keys. He thought to himself as he pulled the door open to see the mirrored pair, but much to his surprise someone else was there, the enemy had come to his doorstep. Roxy Giordano, only thirteen years old, was there on the doorstep. Battered, bruised, crying, and in some serious pain, as far as he could tell just by looking at her. By habit he'd had that face on, his expression was blank, cold even. It was the same poker face he used while he was doing jobs that were far from selling his imports. He simply looked at her for a long while, he knew she was technically the enemy, the daughter of the man he'd feuded with for years, but he was also a dad and wouldn't be able to stand to see one of his daughters in the same position. That and he knew Giordano was on a whole other level of sick, some of this may or may not have been his doing. It also could have been a trap, he wouldn't put the b*****d past hurting one of his kids just to get Donovan to show a little weakness. After what seemed like a long moment of contemplation, though it had to have been at least thirty seconds, he turned his face towards the inside of the house. "Somebody get over here with a first aid kit! Now!" he barked, this was a rare side of him, at home at least, for possibly the first time, his mafia mannerisms had seeped into his home life, his face stayed stern and cold and the sparkle in his eye had disappeared. He was helping the enemy damn it, he might as well be painting a target across his chest, but she was a kid, he couldn't not do something. "Get in here." he said with a quiet voice, though there wasn't a single trace of compassion in it, even if she was hurt he didn't really want to do this, but paternal instinct was paternal instinct and he couldn't let the girl go home looking like she did. After this he swore he wouldn't open his home to another Giordano, he didn't want to feel like he was going soft anymore than he already seemed to be.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXDonovan waited on the first aid kit, which was normally kept under the island in the kitchen, it was big, too big for a normal first aid kit. Though sometimes he felt it was too small for a mafia first aid kit. It had things like braces, gauze, slings, all the things you need for a normal injury, but there were things for the 'just in case' side of every situation. He had, at some point, obtained all the items for stitching up bad cuts, which has come in handy on more than one occasion. There were also all the things needed to splint a broken leg, or arm. Yeah, everything he would need was there in that cardboard box that they had earlier labeled 'In case of Emergency'. He needed that as soon as possible, then he would get one of the twins to take her somewhere near her home, and that was it, he would do no more to help, he wouldn't ask questions, and he wouldn't answer any she had. This was strictly professional, if not against his better judgment. For now he simply stood there waiting for everyone to finally register that he was dead serious and needed everyone to listen to him. Especially the girl, she made the mistake of approaching his home, she was going to listen to him, especially since he was sticking his neck way out for her at the moment.

[[ o o c -- SOOOORRRY!! I'm back, please don't get mad. ]]

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[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

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Vicente Tyler Maretti
Just Call Me Vinnie. . .PLEASE. . .

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the worst feeling isn't death. . .it's when you are unwanted. . .pretty deep stuff right?

Vinnie had been waiting longer than he had expected, father obviously not too wild about this whole party idea, either that or he was running through the questionaire mentally before asking them. He waited, looking down at his feet and nibbling on his lower lip waiting for some sort of response. I can already hear a firm no, he thought knowing very well how much his father disapproved of parties, not like Vince went to many of them anyway, it was more of a once a month, maybe once every two months thing. Then his father spoke. . .and it was like there was an echo, well not really just a double check sort of thing, or that's what Vinnie assumed. He nodded lightly looking up from the floor and over to his father. Then here came the questions, going off like a firing squad, they had bombarded Vince and he had to make sure he answered them appropriately. . .or he'd end up home alone again. What was the first question, he thought struggling to remember, the slight amount of fret all over his facial expression. "It's over on Rosemary Drive, I think Jacob Walker is having it. . ." Vinnie struggled not exactly sure if that was right, but hopefully it would suffice. . .besides the Walkers had parties regularly. . .weekly actually, I should have said a different name, Vinnie thought at the sudden realization of Jacob Walker and the parties they threw. . .not always crazy, but certainly not calm. Vinnie shrugged at the second question "Probably anybody. . ." His voice trailed off, knowing that his honesty at the moment was doing him more damage than good. Then of course the alcohol question was thrown in there, "I don't think so." He lied knowing very well that there would be plenty of booze to go around, "And I'm assuming it will last all night. . ." He paused for a brief second "I'll be home no later than 12:00, I promise." Vinnie spat out not wanting his father to think he'd actually stay out doing god knows what.

Of course, I'll have to wait on mom and ask. . .she'll never let me go, he thought a little disappointed. Vinnie watched as his father left the room as a subtle knock rapped on the front door. For the time being Vinnie ignored the knocking and peered out the window at the sluggish sunday afternoon suburbian activity. There were a couple kids playing in the yard across the street and a couple cars drove past, and then he noticed a girl riding her bike past his house. He recognized her as the preppy popular girl. Not exactly being the most popular person around he figured that she wouldn't even look his way whether he wanted her or not, so he watched as she passed hearing silence from the front door, wonder who that could be Vinnie thought curiously looking from the kitchen window over toward the front door. Then he heard his father not asking. . .but demanding the first aid kit. Seeing that he was the only one in the kitchen, he quickly grabbed it from under the island, struggling with its large size and weight. He trudged into the front room where his father was staring coldly at someone. Setting the first aid kit down with a thud, Vinnie spoke a little breathlessly "Here you go." He said standing at full height now and noticing Roxi Giordano was standing in the doorway. Bemused by this he stared at her blankly for a few moments "What are you doing here?" He asked curiously, not harshly, curiously. Vinnie looked from Roxi to his father confused, "And what happened to you?" He asked noticing her scars and bruises, but then he noticed Alice pedaling this way yet again.

[i H e a r t C a n d i i]

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M a r e t t ixxx

N o w the sky could be blue
I don't m i n d
Without you it's a waste of t i m e

♫XXXXXXXXXXSophie was positively ecstatic when her sister agreed to go out to eat, her plan was falling into place surprisingly well. When they got home Sophie talked to her sister while she got ready. Like they always did, it was just one of those habits that they couldn't break. She watched intently as her sister did her hair and such, she was in for such a surprise that she could barely keep it to herself, which would have ruined the surprise, and knowing that much kept her mouth shut. Once her sister was dressed, and with a jacket to keep her warmer than she had been when they met up in the park, they both headed downstairs. Sophie greeted everyone, including their dad, which Sam had not, but she understood why. It was a big blow to their respect for him when they learned he was doing the exact thing that caused so many problems for them before, stupid mafia business. He looked like he was getting ready for something big, so she just kept moving along with her sister, the excitement inside her was building quickly, she couldn't wait to see their faces. She remembered seeing Tony at a Mexican restaurant a few months ago while she was on one of her infamous shopping trips, though she didn't stop by to say hello, but she kept that in mind for such an occasion as this, where she would finally connect the star-crossed pair. While Sam was telling their younger siblings where they would be able to reach them she went a got her own leather jacket from the coat closet, she saw her dad's keys, she would have to remind him. Though the chances of her having the time to say anything was slim, since she and her sister were most likely starving at this point.
♫XXXXXXXXXXSophie was right, they left after that, she followed her sister out to her car when she was called, it was a nice car, she could admit, but like dear ol' dad she enjoyed vintage cars much more. All the same she climbed in after her sister they were off, music blared, on their way to possibly the smartest thing Sophie's ever planned, she was quite pleased with herself, though she had to avoid her sister's face because then she would have caught the giggles or began smiling too much. So she watched the passing scenery quietly while the restaurant grew ever-closer, she just hoped Tony would be working there today, otherwise this would all be one giant fluke on her part. When they finally arrived they got looks, which was an understatement, since they were Marettis, they got looks from everyone. Sam and Sophie both got looks from guys too, but she paid no attention to them, she wanted a guy worth her time, and none of them were, at least not in her opinion. Like her sister, she'd dawned a pair of sunglasses for the ride, and almost at the same time she removed hers waiting for someone to come and seat them, she was just to excited, but she kept her attention elsewhere all the same. When they were finally helped she beamed, automatically, just because seeing a friendly face after so long was a large comfort to her. Also, his expression was to die for, it just went blank for a moment. Sophie simply waved, leaving all the talking to her sister, she wanted to see her reaction too. At first she got a glare, which didn't bother her much, she couldn't stay mad for long, not with him there. Then she watched happily as her sister hugged him and explained their arrangements, her broad smile just grew even more, she liked where this was all going. She heard her sister's phone go off and she had to cover her mouth because she thought it was funny for that to play as she spoke to him.
♫XXXXXXXXXXSophie was disappointed that the tender moment was ruined by the manager telling Tony to get back to work. She knew that feeling, Sophie had actually been working for a bookstore, which was ironic, but paid well, for a few months now. She also worked at mom's flower shop occasionally. She followed behind her sister and Tony until they reached their seats, she was unusually quiet, sure, but with good reason, she didn't want to ruin the tender moment otherwise everything she worked for on such short notice would seem pointless, since she wasn't good with lovey-dovey things, she always said something dumb, crushes weren't her thing, even though she had a minor one admittedly. Sophie ordered the same drink as her sister at the same time, and then they began taking a small trip down memory lane, though they apparently had to bring up Josh, that was just a sad case, she didn't like him, not at all, and they'd convinced him to ask her out, it just surprised her since she didn't really like boys until later on, in High School, so she was kind of grossed out by the whole thing, needless to say she turned him down without a second thought, poor guy. She still hated talking about it, since it was probably the most awkward position she'd been in thus far. Then Roxi appeared. Though she looked like she was in bad shape. Sophie couldn't even put a smile on her face as her sister was, she frowned, and her eyes lost the life in them, she had a feeling her sister was having the same thoughts of kicking the crap out of whoever caused this, it just wasn't right, she was a kid. Trying to make light of the whole ordeal, Tony wanted her to talk to them, which she didn't mind, since Roxi had that little spark that Sophie did, she was kind of wild, but too young in Sophie's opinion to be acting like herself. Sam asked about school, of course, and automatically Sophie directed her attention elsewhere for a moment, she didn't care much for school, and most people knew that. She did take notice when it seemed that Sam finally figured out the whole ordeal, that she knew where Tony worked and everything. It was amusing to say the least.
♫XXXXXXXXXXSophie's attention was drawn to Roxi when she went to talk to Tony, she seemed, well, pissed. It was amazing, something bad had to have happened, which would have explained the cuts and bruises, but what? She didn't want to be nosy so she ignored the rest of it until the younger girl returned and asked what had been new for them. The whole shouting match seemed to have subsided and she was ready to say that she'd gotten a new paint job for her car, but then it began again and she could feel herself sink in her seat a little more. Then she just simply left, leaving everyone nailed to their seats with speculation. "That was...." she couldn't even find the correct words to say to explain the whole thing. She looked to her sister with a deeply confused expression, "Do you know what they're talking about?" she asked with her head cocked to the side, she knew their family had issues, deep issues, but she never really understood it, but maybe... Was this because of their dad or something? She did yell something about her mother, well, she didn't want to ask about something she didn't understand, "Never mind," she began while she leaned back in her seat and looked around for a second. Changing the subject she smiled a little, secret, smile. "So hey, what were the chances of running into Tony?" she said, her smile growing a little, though she occasionally looked back, wondering where Roxi could have ran off to, maybe to Autumn? She didn't like it when people got into these situations, it just didn't seem fair, or right, everyone should have been happy, should, but it never seemed like they were. Her sister wasn't happy with the life they had, not with her being seperated from Tony like that. She quietly folded her hands on the table and redirected her gaze from her sister to anything else, she was thinking, for once, and it was annoying her because what had once been a cheery reunion had turned into a dramatic walk out. Sophie wasn't one for drama which was why she basically ignored the fact that her family and the Giordanos were involved with the mafia, and it was surprisingly easy. She turned her attention to her sister once again and simply smiled.

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[MaskedEyes]

R o s aM a r e t t i

Take a breath, take it deep
Calm yourself, he says to me
If you play, you play for keeps
Take a gun, and count to three
I’m sweating now, moving slow
No time to think, my turn to go




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Rosa walked into her home with her arms full grocieries. She slammed the door shut with her hip and kicked off her shoes then hurried into the kitchen before the bags ripped. "Ask me what? And I might consider it if you can help please with the grocieries. There are some more bags out in the car." She said to one of the children. She continued to walk into the kitchen and set the bags on the counter. Rosa could feel the tension in the house and looked around. She took a deep breath and quickly put the grocieries away. As she went through the last bag she saw the pregnancy test she bought. She took another deep breath and through the test itno her purse and zipped up her purse. She finished putting the things away and walked into the other room and saw her husband, then saw his forehead.


"Aye! Hunny what happened?" Rosa said as she moved quickly to her husband's side. she placed her right hand on his face softly and moved it gently to face her. Her eyes now filled with worry and a bit of frustration and fear. "Donovan what happend?" She asked once more. She could never stand the thought of any harm coming to him or her children. And when she sw it, it would scare her quite a bit. Fear and concern rushing through her body, Rosa was now going into protective mode. She quickly looked at the first aid kit and took out a disinfectant wipe. "Here let me help." She said with a soft voice as she started to clean the wound. "Damn it Donovan." Rosa muttered to herself with her little hyspanic accent coming out. It usually does when she upset. Right now she was upset, her husband was hurt again, her kids are starting to rebel, and now she thinks she might be pregnant.

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And you can see my heart beating
You can see it through my chest
And I’m terrified but I’m not leaving
Know that I must must pass this test
So just pull the trigger

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