May 13, 2014
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"I look friggen retarded. So not coming out. Screw reunions... I don't need to see anyone from LA anyway. Stuck up assholes...."
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++ culumsalsus
"I look friggen retarded. So not coming out. Screw reunions... I don't need to see anyone from LA anyway. Stuck up assholes...."
culumsalsus replied to your post:I finished re-watching all of Teen Wolf, I...
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The pain was there he felt it in his bones, but he was awake. Preistly was just lying there pain too much to handle. Hearing her voice he smiled to himself and squeezed her hand slightly. "I lo..- He coughed. "I love you too, Princess." He whispered.
She looked up at him and gasped, wiping her face again before she leaned in to press her lips as gently to his as was possible.
"O-Only posers fall in l-love with gi-girls, so y-you're a poser."
She sniffled, her smile visible in a wide grin, eyes still full of that brokenness within.
"I love y-you."
"Excuse me miss but you were the first contact in this phone. I'm calling to inform you that Boaz was hit by a drunk driver and retained numerous injuries. He's in critical condition and might not make it through the night. "
Before the voice on the other end of the phone could finish speaking, Tish was out the door, in the car and on the way to the hospital. Her heart was heavy and her stomach was churning.
Getting to the hospital and rushing through the maze of rooms was a blur, but the second she saw him, the world, held up so high, fell and shattered around her. She ran in and sat next to his bed, lips trembling in anger, eyes welling with tears. She sniffled and reached out, resting one hand on his, her other one coming to rest on his cheek.
"Oh fuck."
Tish whispered, feeling a tear slip down her cheek as she choked on her words. She gasped and shook her head, thumb rubbing against his cheek. How dare he go and get hurt like this? It was bullshit. And she couldn't even bitch him out.
"Priest...?"
She asked softly, her jaw clenching.
"Fucking poser..."
The brunette whimpered, dragging one of her sleeves across her face, her breathing uneven. Panicked.
"Only posers die, you FUCKING IDIOT."
In that moment, she broke, leaning up against him, her knees too weak to hold her up. She buried her face in his chest and cried for a moment, her hand gripping his tightly. She sniffled and clung to him, choking on her sobs.
"Now what am I gonna do for a friend!?"
She shouted again, shaking and rocking herself back and forth, crying into his hospital gown.
"YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND."
Tish screamed into his chest, gagging on her words and how pathetic they sounded, now he was dying. He was dying and she couldn't stop it.
"Please wake up, now?"
She whispered, her voice dropping low as she peeked up to look at his face, dragging her sleeve across her face again.
"Please? I'm sorry.."
The girl whispered, choking again, stumbling over the phrases that spilled from her mouth as she rocked herself, clinging to him.
"O-Oh my god."
She whined, her body shaking with such force her bones felt like they were breaking.
"I wasn't re-ready! I wasn't ready for this!!"
She screamed again, hiding her face in her hands, sobbing into her palms. She stayed like that for a long while, unable to bear the sight of him, broken and bruised and hooked up to every machine this hospital had to offer.
"I love you, Priest..."
She sniffled, looking down, watching him.
"I love you, please wake up..."
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She didn't mean for it to happen. Hell, it wasn't like she was a Mormon living in a compound. She knew her parents wouldn't be happy with her, but she wasn't going to let them get under her skin. The baby was an accident. The sex was an accident, too, but it had happened. Never for a moment did she think the baby was a mistake, or unwanted. The real mistake was telling her parents. She didn't expect to get kicked out. She didn't expect to be alone in the world, two months into an unplanned pregnancy with the child of her former abusive boyfriend. Yet, here she was.
She would live, though. A minimum wage job was enough to pay her cheap-as-hell rent and even enough to get her some food. On occasion, her mother would even send her a bit of cash. If it was one thing she could count on her mother for it was compassion in the worst of situations. Ultimately, it had been her father's choice for Tish to get out of the house. If she wasn't going to abort the baby, then they'd abort her. Get her out of their home and make up an excuse for the neighbors, so they wouldn't find out their precious little all-American church-girl of a daughter got pregnant with the bastard child of the biggest skeezebag on the planet.
Tish set her bags of groceries down and checked her pockets, her bra, her grocery bags, her purse, hell, she'd even retraced her steps to no avail. Her keys were gone. Vanished like the pocket gnomes had struck again. The brunette jiggled the door knob for a long while, the tears starting to prickle at her eyes. She didn't even have a knife to break herself in with.
After about twenty minutes, Tish gave up and sat on the welcome mat outside her house, her grocery bags in front of her, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in her legs as she huffed. Frustration wasn't a good look on anybody. And about now, Tish had had just about enough of life.
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