mummy dearest

There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.

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Tommy'd make sure she iced her eye and stay with her for a while. [black eye meme]

[katerina-melekov]

My muse has a black eye but refuses to talk about it, how does your muse react?

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When it came to small talk over drinks between strangers, Leon hardly ever strayed from the one or two word response: ‘Weather’s nice,' 'Yep.'  But, with that being said, he would definitely chose mindless chat over complete silence.

The man that Leon was twenty-plus years ago wouldn’t recognize the man that sat at the bar, sipping at his beer and not challenging every guy in there to a fight. Yeah, the old Leon would have been up and partying with Frankie without a second thought.

But life had a funny way of pulling the rug out from under a guy, especially when he was up so high that he thought nobody could touch him. In hindsight, Leon knew that his younger self was dealt a losing hand and he still went all in. 

He swore to himself that he wasn’t going to let  the world catch him off guard like that ever again. He was going to be a pillar of the community, or be the “same man on Sunday morning as Saturday night,” as those country songs he liked always said.

There was a small smile on his face as he tried to laugh at her little line, but it sounded too forced, too much like pity. “ Hey, I ain’t here to judge, ” he held his hands up  in defense before finishing off his beer. “ I’m sure there’s a good reason for it. It was a guy, I’m guessin’. ”

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Frankie nodded, not even needing to roll her eyes, as the tone was clear enough in her voice. ❝When isn't it,❞ she said. ❝I sure know how t' pick 'em.❞

She was loosening up, little by little --- she was a complete extrovert, needing constant attention and socializing, so really even if the chatting was about nothing in particular, it helped. And this guy, this Leon, he seemed...nice. Approachable. And she liked his accent. She was a bit too drunk to form much more coherent thoughts than that, but she was pleased to be in his presence, nonetheless.

She was needy, and dependent, and it was only natural that she latched onto the first man she saw. Men caused her pain, and she needed men for support. It was a vicious cycle. 

❝But, let's talk about you instead, yeah?❞ she suggested, sniffing as she raised her beer bottle. ❝Wha' is it you do, Leon?❞

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Frankie was already getting a bit worked up, especially as Tommy's lips found her neck, and she let out a little noise that escaped from her throat against her will. She'd wanted to sleep with him for a long time, really, especially as of late. He was such a bloody romantic, and that was something that made her heart melt and made her feel completely affection- ate. But this was hot, drunken kissing and grinding, more in her comfort zone. She wanted to experience both with him.

❝Then let's fuck,❞ she said breathlessly, reaching down to quite boldly grab him through his trousers. She was a bit surprised to see he was already hard, as she firmly rubbed her palm up against the tent formed in his slacks a moment or two before make to unbutton them. ❝But not too loud, yeah? I don't want me kids wakin' up.❞

With that, she lowered herself onto her knees on the kitchen tile, tugging down his trousers to his ankles as she did so.

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He kissed her to make her stop talking, although that might have been a bad  idea on his part. Pulling away he mumbled, "Shut up Frankie. She’ll be fine. I promise you she’ll be fine.” For some stupid reason he thinks it’s a good fucking idea to kiss Frankie again, using tongue this time.

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She's drunk, but even sober she would have kissed him. Well, with more trepidation about her no less than terrifying brother finding out, but she was drunk, and it was the furthest thing from her mind.

Her acrylic-nailed hands found either side of his face, and she stumbled forward until she'd cornered him against the wall. It was mostly by accident. She pulled back a moment to look at him but no words would come out. She just blinked, her eyes a bit sticky with tears, before leaning up to kiss him again (though, he was a fair bit taller than her, so it took some effort).

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"It’s okay.. Shh, it’s okay.. I’m here now, Frankie. We’ll find her in the morning.” He kisses her cheek softly, hugging her against him tightly. “She probably did what you used to and ran off to a boy’s house, yeah?”

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❝Yeah, that's wha' I'm scared of...❞ She rubbed her eyes. ❝I would'a told Fred about this but, you know him, he would'a killed the kid t' take 'er in. I just... I dunno what to do. I just need support. Sorry t' make you come all the way out 'ere t' deal wif my drunk arse...❞ She  pressed her face to his chest, attempt- ing to stifle her crying.

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He groans sleepily, playing with a bracelet he was wearing. “Lemme get dressed, ok, Franky? I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and got dressed. ——— Knocking on her door, in just sweatpants and a wifebeater, he waited for her to answer.  "Frankie, it’s Tommy boy. It’s alright lemme in, love.”

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Frankie immediately wrapped her arms around Tommy the second she opened the door, pulling him inside. She was drunk, which was obvious, only haven gotten worse after the twenty minutes of waiting for him to arrive since they hung up. ❝Daph...Daph hates me. She run off. I'm so shit, Tommy...❞

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❝Tommy, can you come over?❞ Her voice is nearly silent from the other end of the line, the phone trembling in her hands. ❝I fucked up. I need...(hic) ...I need someone.❞

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"Hell, if he found out about this I’m sure he’d gut me now." With that, Tommy stood and knelt in front of Frankie, pecking a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll come back next week, yeah? We can have dinner and everything, just don’t tell Freddie.”

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She smiled, bashfully; she was always easily taken in by anything a man said to her, really. It was why she got herself into so much trouble with all the wrong people. 

❝Dinner sounds nice,❞ she told him with a soft smile, then. ❝...I won't tell that bastard a f'ing. I never do, y'know.❞

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❝Where're we goin', babe?❞

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He sighed, “You aren’t a loony. You’re beautiful and I honestly wish I’d taken you out of this shit hole when I left. Then again you were with that asshole that threatened to kiil me just for looking at you.”

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Frankie pressed her lips together to stop from crying, but she couldn't prevent the tears from glossing her eyes. It was more than flattery coming from Tom, and she took it to heart. 

❝---Yeah, that's Archie alrigh'. The dick. Had the gall to be keep me all to 'imself at the same time he was shagging that whore from Pussycat's.❞ She took a drag, averting her eyes. ❝You would'a treated me right. I know that much. You're a good man, Tommy. But Fred would'a gutted you if Arch didn't.❞

[imnxtposh-moved]

"Eh, but I still got baggage. Hell, first couple of summers here, the johns thought I was a fuckin’ rent boy. I’ve forced myself to be normal, to be boring, because I thought that’s what I wanted. What if I was wrong, Frankie?”

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Frankie's cigarette began collecting ash as she watched him. ❝To be com- pletely honest, Tommy... I can't see you bein' anyfing but borin' and normal. --- It... It's a good f'ing, though. It's a good bal- ance to the rest of us loonies.❞

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He laughed, “I never thought I could do much better. Hell, he’s still my only friend..” Rubbing his face with a sigh he leaned back on the couch. He looked her up and down again before speaking, “I’d like to make it up to you, Frankie. Make up the shit childhood we both had, we can.. I can stay..”

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Frankie watched him a moment, leaning back against the chair as her cigarette idled between her fingers. ❝I's only playing, you know? About you comin' t' this side o' f'ings. Truf is, you can do be'er 'n this. You ain't got the same baggage, y'know? As me n' Fred. He'll never be normal. And I try but I ain't there yet.❞

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"I used to get the shit beat out of me if your brother wasn’t around, Frankie. The only fun I had was in my room reading a book, honestly. I love Freddie like he’s my own flesh and blood, but he’s always been so god- damn thick. Actually, I did have fun chasing you around..”

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Frankie chuckled as a memory popped into her head. ❝I remember takin' the kitchen hose to you boys a time or two. Whole kitchen looked like a bloody water park.  Mum kicked the tar outta me for that, though. --- I always got blamed for your shit, y'know that?❞ She laughed a little, taking a quick drag. ❝I hated Freddie back then. Literally, I hated 'im. Rupert wasn't no better, neivver. ...He didn't deserve a friend like you, y'know? He's still a dick.❞

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He chuckled, shaking his head, “You really oughtta find yourself a fellow that sticks around, Frankie. It’d be better on you and the boys, but no I don’t. I’ve got no one back in Camden either.”

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Frankie lit her cigarette and puffed casually. ❝I try, y'know. I do. I just got a bad habit o' pickin' the wrong fellas.❞ She didn't like lingering on that thought, but it was clear in her eyes that she was.  ❝--- You know, why d'you stay over in  Camden, anyway? You always had more fun on the east end, didn't you?❞

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"Oh trust me, I fucking did! That asshole said Sarah wasn’t any good so of course I punched him! What else was I supposed to do?"

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❝Oh my God, haha! He deserved it, though. The dick. Who says somefing like 'at to a li'le girl, anyway? I hope you broke 'is nose.❞ She chuckled and pulled her legs up onto the sofa, sitting Indian- style. ❝I broke this guys' toe once. Smashed it right wif my heel. He was hitting on my Daphne. I mean, she don't look fifteen bu' she is. An' that was a year ago, anyway. Bastard.❞

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For once, Michael expected the sudden contact, Frankie was hammered — and Freddie’s sister he knew what to expect from this mad bunch already, “Yeah — we’ve been meaning to for a while, just picking the right time,” A slight pause and the engineer grinned, “Wanna meet your nieces?”

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❝I do! They're how old, now?❞ she asked, stepping over a few spare toys in the hallway and silently cursing her kids for leaving them out. She made her way toward the kitchen to see the twins.