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nette davis. 19.

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okcody‌:

“i just don’t like the idea that he knows where i fuckin’ live,” cody muttered, leaning against the wall and shaking her head softly to herself as she went on. “yeah, well, he seemed pretty interested in seein’ her. had t’practically shove him outta’ the doorway.” she nodded. “i had leo in my arms an’ joe was right behind me. saw ‘em both. why? he ain’t gonna come over my kids now, is he?”

"he don’t care ‘bout you,” she muttered, groaning as she ran her hands through her hair. “s’my fuckin’ luck the one time i get knocked up s’from the one dude on earth who, like, wants t’see ‘er,” she sighed loudly and shook her head. “nah, s’jus’, like, weird. i ain’t want ‘er seein’ him n’havin’, like... i dunno,” she walked over to sit at the table and shook her head again. “s’better if she ain’t know who he is. ‘cause then she won’t, like, wanna go there instead or whatever.”

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okcody‌:

“he saw ‘er and moved like he was gonna walk inside but i told ‘im t’fuck off,” she shook her head, leaning back against the wall and trying to calm herself down. she wasn’t too fond of strange men showing up on her doorway, especially when she had the kids on her own. “s’fucked,” she shook her head when she explained more of it, glancing back out into the living room, “the fuck happens if he tries t’take ‘er? if he’s got money an’ shit.”

nette just shook her head when cody asked what would happen if he tried to get custody of troi. she’d never actually let herself think about it before now. “i’onno. prolly nothin’, i think. they ain’t takin’ a baby from its mom t’give 'er t’some guy she ain’t ever met before.” she could already sense cody was about to tell her she was wrong and shook her head before she could. “ain’t gonna happen so i ain’t gotta think ‘bout it. i already told ‘im he ain’t got nothin’ t’do with ‘er last time he showed up.” she ran her fingers through her hair and let out a loud sigh, “he ain’t s’pose t’be comin’ ‘round here, anyway. n’he’s s’pose t’be smart.” she shook her head, “he look at the rest of ‘em too?”

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okcody‌:

“you know what it fuckin’ looks like,” she shook her head, not about to let nette give her shit for assuming otherwise. “hell no,” she looked at her skeptically when she asked if she took the check, “told ‘im you didn’t fuckin’ live here but he saw troi in ‘er swing and was all ‘ain’t that her kid?’” she rolled her eyes, “i told ‘im i was gonna call the fuckin’ cops if he didn’t get the fuck outta the neighborhood.”

nette huffed and shook her head when cody insisted that somehow she was in the right for assuming she’d been going behind her back, refusing to start another fight. “he looked at ‘er?” she shook her head again, groaning as she turned to check on the kids. “told ‘im i ain’t want shit from ‘im no more n’he ain’t suppose t’do shit like that.” she walked over to sit at the kitchen table and leaned forward to rest her cheek in her hand, “s’been tryin’ t’give me shit for ‘er since he found out. s’fucked up.” 

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okcody‌:

“don’t even fuckin’ start,” cody shook her head when she started to get defensive, struggling to keep her voice down, “what else m’i supposed to fuckin’ assume when some dude shows up here?” she motioned to her. “i don’t know, man, it was white. too fuckin’ clean to be from this neighborhood.”

nette glared over at cody when she tried shutting her down and shook her head, “don’t be accusin’ me of shit.” she leaned back against the counter and let out a loud sigh when she tried to describe the car. “fuckin’ hell,” she muttered. she knew exactly who cody was talking about. “you get the check or no?” she glanced over her shoulder into the room where the kids were and shook her head, “sounds like ‘er dad. told ‘im t’fuckin’ leave me alone.”

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okcody‌:

“exactly what i fuckin’ said,” cody shook her head in frustration when she asked what she meant, “some fuckin’ creep showed up tryin’ t’give me money for you. i thought you were done with that fuckin’ shit?” she glared at her, shaking her head in annoyance when she asked if it could have been enzo. “it was a fuckin’ old dude. in a nice ass car.”

nette narrowed her eyebrows while she waited for anything cody was saying to make sense. it wasn’t until she accused her of going behind her back that she really got annoyed, anyway. “fuck you,” she muttered, taking a few steps back from her, “y’know i ain’t done that shit in forever,” she shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. “what kinda car?”

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okcody‌:

“y’wanna tell me why some creep showed up at the door lookin’ for you an’ tried t’write me a check?” cody was on nette as soon as she walked in the door, sidelining her into the kitchen so the kids in the living room wouldn’t see them, keeping her voice low. “i had joe an’ the girls with me an’ he was practically steppin’ inside t’try and see ‘em. the fuck are you doin,’ dude?”

nette wasn’t expecting to be immediately met by cody when she opened the door, but allowed herself to be pushed into the kitchen anyway. cody was clearly freaked about something, but it took a few moments to realize what she’d actually asked her. she stared over at her with a confused look on her face, “the fuck you mean?” she tried to think of any logical answer but when cody accused her of doing something sketchy she shook her head, “i ain’t doin’ nothin’. you sure it ain’t jus’ enzo or some shit? i ain’t got no one else that owes me shit.”

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Something deep inside me was telling me to be sad. Worse, being unable to identify the root of that depression was making me irritable and nervous, no matter how much I tried to be calm,

Ernesto Sabato, from “The Tunnel,” originally published c. May 1948 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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okcody‌:

“it’d be easier if y’didn’t,” cody sighed softly, glancing over at her. it had been her biggest reservation when they’d first started spending time together again — her fear of dragging nette into all of her drama. “m’kay,” she nodded, “y’got a right t’confront me ‘bout shit, too. if y’think i got shit i ain’t tellin’ you,” she added, pretty sure she’d regret giving her that privilege later. she raised an eyebrow at her when she went on about jail, laughing softly and shaking her head when she seemed surprised that she’d never been. “nah. probably would’ve if i hadn’t had joe. she kept me home an’ outta’ trouble,” she shrugged. “how long?”

“well, yeah,” she laughed softly, “ain’t gonna happen though. ain’t like i can help it, s’like, a fuckin’ curse or somethin’. been doin’ it long s’i can remember.” she sighed and shrugged one shoulder, “’kay.” she didn’t really plan to confront her unless there was a good reason, but it was nice to know that she had permission. she shrugged again when cody laughed, glad that she’d managed to get her mind off of trace even if it was only for a little while. “yeah, makes sense. ain’t had time t’get into nothin’ since i got knocked up. kids ruin everythin’,” she said sarcastically, laughing softly. “longest was, like, 12 days. fran was losin’ her fuckin’ mind when i got home. sayin’ she thought i was dead n’shit.” 

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okcody‌:

“s’gonna happen eventually,” she shrugged, sighing softly when she said she didn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen. “s’not like i want you t’notice shit,” she shook her head, eyes fixed on the ceiling instead of on nette, “i know what y’mean, though. s’weird talkin’ ‘bout this shit,” she muttered, glancing at her for a second before shaking her head softly to herself. “why’d y’even go t’jail in the first place?”

nette shook her head when cody told her she didn’t want her to notice anything, “i’m still gonna,” she shrugged, “s’like, what i do.” she sighed softly but nodded when cody pointed out how weird it was to be actually talking  about all of it out in the open, “yeah. i dunno. i jus’, like, don’t want you thinkin’ i, like, am mad or nothin’. or, like, don’t wanna hear it. y’can say whatever shit y’want,” she shrugged again, laughing softly at her next question. “tons’a shit. got, like, a few prostitutin’ charges at the beginnin’ ‘cause’a undercover cops n’shit. n’like, random shit when i was a kid. fightin’, drinkin’, dumb shit like that. y’never went?”