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           â   these people are my family.                     & if you hurt them in any way â- i will kill you.    â
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It had been a while since Beth had seen Vic last and part of her wanted to check up on her. To see how she was holding up after they last spoke. Although the water situation had gone to complete hell, she knew that she had to at least invite her over-- regardless of how messy her current living situation was. The youngest Greene had ordered the both of them a pizza, knowing that the girl mustâve wanted something to eat. She was starving herself after getting off her eight hour shift at the nursery. Placing the pizza box on her side table, she waited for Vic to arrive and here and there picking up things she left lying on her floor that accumulated over the hectic week.Â
eggccy:
You couldnât change the past. Nobody could. But the fact she was alive, meant she had a second chance. Thatâs something nobody should waste. Third chances arenât a thing. Second chances are rare. âLook, you can dwell on the past or you can move on. Considering youâre here, alive. I say move on. Live. A second chance is more than most get. Youâre lucky in that respect. Donât waste this.â Although he really wasnât up to talking himself, it was only fair. She opened up to him about something difficult. Something most wouldnât even believe. And he was glad she did. It was nice to know someone trusted him. He was trustworthy. At least to the people who deserved it. She was most definitely one. âGuess we could be closed off together.â He joked. Even though he somewhat meant it. Having one or two people to open up to would be nice. And Beth did seem easy to talk to. âAlright.â Eggsy nodded. Except he wasnât too sure how he felt about what happened. It was a while back now. It was something he never really went into. Spoke about. Because with him feelings just werenât his thing. âHarry was the first person to see somethinâ in me since my gymnastics teacher. I let him down. The last thing he said to me was that I should be sorry and that heâd fix it once he got back.â Speaking about it seemed hard for many reasons. One being he couldnât exactly admit half of what happened considering Kingsman wasnât something she knew about. âHe got shot right before my eyes. I wasnât with him. I canât explain how I saw. But I did. It was so sudden and fucked. I didnât know how to feel at the time, I still donât.â
Grateful. Beth was eternally grateful that she had gotten a second chance. Being shot in the head, it was nearly impossible to get another chance at life yet here she was. It was impractical but she was breathing. Her heart was beating and her mind was as fresh as it was when she was a girl. Yet this second chance did come with a lot of baggage. A lot of hurt, confusion. So why was this so bittersweet after all? âTryinâ not to,â she mused, eyes peering up at the male. âI mean how can I not be happy âbout gettinâ another chance?â she said, a soft smile lingering on her lips. âGuess itâs just the memories that still get me. The... nightmares,â she admitted, knowing that not many people new of the dark dreams that haunted her at times. It wasnât long before an amused grin toyed on Bethâs lips as she nudged him playfully. âClosed off sometimes just works better. Least I have someone I can be it with,â she laughed gently. With the approval of her friend, she merely just let him speak, giving him the time he needed to put together the words he could manage. She knew it wasnât easy, hell it nearly took her a decade to register any type of syllable to communicate her own feelings. These things took time and she had plenty of it now. Guilt. That was the first thing that came to mind when he was speaking and something pained her in her chest to think that the other felt this sort of sorrow. She knew what it was like, not to say goodbye. It wasnât something that was necessarily easy to swallow yet here he was having to take it like a big jagged pill. âD-did âya ever find out who did it?â she asked, her voice light and airy. âI mean.. âya mustâa known if âya saw it but did âya catch âem?â God she hoped for his sake some justice was brought for him. Even if some parts of the story didnât make sense, he was still grieving. He still lost something. âSounds like âya feel guilty.. even though âya shouldnât. As much as âya think âya couldâve, you couldnât control what happened..â
mrbrianakinney:
Brian offered a smile, fishing for his phone in his pocket so he could take her advice. Although heâd heard similar suggestions from others, hers was less snarky and therefore didnât irritate him as much. âThanks, Iâve got it covered,â he said as he tapped at his screen in search of a place to go. âYou from Georgia?â he asked casually as he focused on his phoneâs screen.
The noticeable ease of tension within the manâs words made Beth relax a little bit more. After all, it wasnât often that another was openly irritated by her when she was visibly kind. A genuine smile crossed her lips though his question seemed to throw her off for a moment. She gave a questioning glance his way, eyebrow raised. âYeah, I am.. âya can pick out Georgians that easily?â she slightly joked. âOr was it jusâ the accent?â
hawke-of-sunshine:
âOkay, then - maybe I should try it out and fill one with water myself?â Bethany was holding one of the balloons in her hands, squeezing it slightly. âJust toâŠ. know how it feels, you know? Mostly because you made me curious now,â she laughed lightly.
âYeah, go for it,â Beth encouraged, flashing her a wide spread smile. âYou can use the sink in the kitchen. That faucet is better than the one in my bathroom,â she told her, motioning to the sink with a nod of her head. âTrust me, âyer gonna love it.â
eggccy:
Positivity and me donât even mix.â He admitted. It was hard to be positive after living the way he did. Putting himself through what he did. Seeing his mum be put through whatever Dean had in store for her. Not to mention what he had in store for him on those odd occasions. "Might not have many but you most definitely have me.â He smiled at her. It was the honest truth. Heâd be there for her whenever she needed. Thatâs what friends were for. And he stuck by his friends. Always had. Always will. âYeah, they are. Worry about them. Too often.â
An amused smile pulled on the corners of Bethâs lips at his statement and she couldnât help but give him a challenged look. âWell I like a challenge,â she fought, teasingly but honestly. She could only hope. She tried her hardest anyways to fill people with a little faith every chance she could. Maybe she could do that with Eggsy. Upon his words, Bethâs face lit up with a glow. Something that she had experienced occasionally while she was here and only from exclusive people. She was appreciative of the boy beside her. âIf I have you then âya definitely got me,â she told him, nodding her head in his direction. As long as heâd have her, she would be a dear friend to him. âI know âya must. Least âya know they were in good shape when âya left.. right?â
anniecresta-love:
âNot exactly walkers, no, but we had this thing called The Hunger Games where I come from and if we were chosen to be in the Games, we would have to fight to the death until one survived. The kids ages ranged from twelve to eighteen and they were forced to kill, it was sickening..â Annie bit her lip. âI was in the 70th Games, and I survived it by Swimming.â
The brunetteâs experience made Beth almost cringe, though it probably wasnât any better than her own personal account. It still almost shocked her that people could be forced to participate in the so called games. âAre you serious?â she reacted, her eyes wider than anticipated. âKids had âta even do it? Thatâs horrible..â she frowned, shaking her head. âWell, at least âya survived.. doesnât make it any easier I bet but at least âya got âta have this cutie,â she tried to salvage, smiling at the little boy in her arms.
mrbrianakinney:
âSomeone tell me where the nearest gay bar is before I lose my fucking mind.â
âWish I could tell âya but I have no clue..â Beth mused, biting down on her bottom lip. âI can google it for âya if âyaâd like?â
ofwheelers:
âExcuse me.â Mike had been quick to exit the apartment he had woken up in and no matter how nervous he was, he needed answers and that had led him to approaching the strangers. âHave you seen anyone named Nancy? Steve? Dustin or Lucas or Will? Maybe even Jonathan?â Anyone from home would be great, he wanted to be back home. Everything here was too unfamiliar for him, it was overwhelming.
Hearing the voice come from behind, Bethâs head turned to face the source of the sound, meeting the boyâs eyes in pure shock. It was Carl. At least it was his face.. the face she had remembered, not the one she previously saw when she arrived. He was healed, two eyes in all. âHuh?â she said, not realizing that she had zoned out from his question. âIâm sorry.. I just... w-whatâs âyer name?â she asked. She honestly wished it was Carl but deep down, she knew it wasnât.
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âAlways liked Leonardo DiCaprio. He was the best in Romeo ân Juliet.â
eggccy:
He knew she was right. You couldnât dwell forever. What kind of life would that be. It felt good to know she was moving on. Not to mention healthy and alive. âSelf defence can backfire, still ainât your fault. You didnât deserve it. Nobody deserves that.â Eggsy had seen what people could do. Valentineâs SIM card killed all those people in that church. And then he killed the one person the boy really did look up to. The only person who really believed in him. No remorse just proves how heartless a person can be. âThatâs just life, innit.â Letting such things get to him wasnât what he did. Sure he felt the pain of loss but he always out it to one side and forgot as soon as he could. âThis ainât about me. This is about you. And what youâve been put through.â Talking about what happened and how he felt was never an option for him. Heâd only spoken about Harry once with Arthur and even that conversation was a short one.
There was a hidden part to Beth, deep down past her heart that felt for just about anyone and her need for the good to out weigh the bad. It was a part of her that blamed herself-- blamed what had happened all on her. Some people called it insecurity but she identified it as truth. âI know..â she barely managed, her fingers ruffling the end of her shirt as he listened to him. If only it were that simple, she thought. âI was jusâ beinâ stupid.. I know I shouldâa been smarter but I canât change it now,â she breathed, proud at the fact that she found a way to get the words out. Baby blues glanced up at the taller male as he spoke, taking in every little word he said. It was no question to her that Eggsy wasnât one to share his feelings openly. He probably masked most of the emotions he felt just so he seemed like he was stronger. She knew that tactic well and even more so, he wore it well, just not well enough to her. âIâve never been good at talkinâ âbout myself. Seems like somethinâ we have in common,â she pointed out, giving him the gentlest of smiles. âHow âbout we go back ân forth?â she mused, raising her eyebrows. âIâll talk about what happened.. how it makes me feel then you do the same.. might make both of us feel better,â she suggested. â âSides, Iâll only feel better if I know you are feelinâ better..âÂ
eggccy:
He nodded. Not sure what to say. As he had no idea what was or wasnât the truth. It all just didnât sit well with him. âLetâs hope she is. For both yours and hers sake.â Eggsy could see why whoever told her what they did, did so. He was all for making others keep their hope. What heâd do and did for Roxy. âUnderstandable.â Hope wasnât something the boy had. After everything in his life, who would.
A delicate smile ghosted over the blondeâs lips as her eyes peered toward Eggsy beside her. Although Beth had hope in people and hope for the good in situations, there was always part of her, a small voice in her head that told her the exact opposite. She only hoped that tiny voice was wrong. âGuess itâs jusâ hard.. stayinâ positive all the time. Especially when I donât have many people Iâm use to here,â she explained, her head falling back against the wall. âYour family is back in England you said? Your mom and sister?âÂ