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Post by dominic calias on Dec 9, 2009 20:50:57 GMT -8
 “..crap ” he muttered, stumbling across the room over the shoes he’d left beside his bed and nearly colliding with the wall. He was glad his dad wasn’t around at the moment, he already got enough lectures about not leaving things everywhere, in fact, he could just imagine the i–told-you-so look he’d be getting right now. Flopping onto the ground, he sifted through the chaotic pile of sheets that represented his school work, it was a wonder how he managed to get such good grades, it was hardly an efficient filing system, but it worked for him. Finding the envelope he was looking for he tucked it into his pocket and jumped up, making it to the door and down the stairs without further incident. “ for you ” he announced, waving the slightly crumpled envelope in front of his dads face before dropping it into his lap and exiting the room before he could ask any questions.
“ tizzzzz, come on, ” he whined, flopping down on the couch beside his step sister, a pout on his face, “ you’ve been watching this for hours…” he added, the forlorn look on his face going totally unnoticed, “ fifty bucks she stacks it … ” was all she said, popping some popcorn into her mouth, her eyes not leaving the screen. Dangling his legs over the back of the couch, he turned his eyes back to the screen in time to see the same girl do a somersault off the balancing beam and fall straight on her ass, thursdays eyes glimmered with satisfaction, “payy up… pay up, pay up.. ” she announced smugly, holding out her hand, “ how do you do that?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously and batting her hand away, it wasn’t the first time she had been so accurate with in her predictions, tizz merely tapped her nose, and laughed, “ a magician never reveals their tricks…” she added coyly, rolling lazily to the floor a smug look on her face. Standing up, she shrugged, “ if you looked closely enough, you might have caught it too ” where upon he reached into the bowl of popcorn she’d left on the table, and threw a handful at her, “ uncalled for…” she objected, laughing, turning on her heel and heading for her room. “what? Aren’t you going to stay and play halo with me? ” he asked, raising a brow, “what? So you can beat me? No thanks” she responded across her shoulder, he laughed“ of course.. ”
So engrossed in a game he didn’t even notice his phone ring until thursday walked out with it, “earth to dominic… your wanted on the phone kid” hitting pause, he grabbed the phone, pleasantly surprised to find it was aleks, letting him know she was coming around. Now normally he would have been excited, but something in her tone made him slightly dubious. ‘we need to talk’ if that wasn’t the lead in to a break up he didn’t know what was. He found himself counting down the seconds, just waiting, waiting for the inevitable. Hearing the knock on the door he tried to brush away those thoughts, and pulling a bright smile across his face went to answer to door, “ hey..” he said simply, standing back so she could step through before closing the door, “ so…whats up?” he asked then, taking her hand in his and gazing curiously at her.
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Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Dec 10, 2009 13:29:51 GMT -8
 she was going to be sick. no doubt about it she was going to toss her pancakes onto the sidewalk in less then three seconds. this was it, this was the day she had been trying to put off for so long. she wasn't ready, she never imagined being ready, but certainly not like this. she didn't think she'd have an axe over her head like this. had it been any other person from chicago in that park today, she wouldn't have been so worried, but aris? no, the girl was hell bent on revenge and there were very few things she wouldn't do to get it – especially when it came to aleks. it sent another wave of sickness over her and this time she needed to sit. she practically fell back onto the grass and dropped her head between her knees, very close to hyperventilating at this point. for an instant thankfulness that liss wasn't with her washed over her – you can't comfort a child when you can barely comfort yourself. god, she so wasn't ready for this, not even close. she sat there for a few more minutes, seriously considering calling him back and telling him never mind, but tucking tail and running had all she really had been doing for almost two years now. it's not like she hadn't been thinking it over, okay, that was a stretch. mostly she had just been talking herself out of it, convincing herself that it would just cause more problems then it would sovle or that dom was going to hate her. with all this lying she'd been doing she was sure that he'd never trust her again. not that she could really blame him.
sometimes she had moments of strength where she really could believe that she could tell him, then the how became a problem. quick and easy would be the obvious answer, but there were other things she just wasn't ready to admit to. she pretty much knew the first reaction to a teen mom, because it was the reaction she always had – before lissa that is. you never thought about anything that could have happened you just always assumed that the girl was easy, a whore. which wasn't a far off label for the old aleks, but lissa was not an "oopsie" baby, she was a "my mom was raped" baby. aleks could maybe handle telling dom about lissa, but finally telling someone she was raped? that was not something she could ever see her handling, the thought made her sicker and this time she was pretty sure she was about to lose it, bile tickled her throat now. she forced another calming breath past her lips and shook her head. she had to just do this, if she didn't she would feel worse and worse until it finally just ate her up.
suck it up. shakily she rose from the grass, she was now pretty sure this was what walking to a firing squad felt like. she crossed her arms over her stomach trying to hold herself together, she'd get her resolve built up in the last couple blocks to his house. yes, she would be able to do this. she paid more attention to the spotty christmas decorations then she normally would, some how focusing on the inconsequential stuff helped her compartmentalize a little. still she almost turn and ran back towards her house when she finally reached his house, with bravery she didn't have she made i up the walk and knocked on the door. she worked up a little composure in the few moments she had before he opened the door, she tried to offer him a smile but she felt that it was strained and less then stunning. h-hi. she stuttered, as she stepped past him inside. biting the inside of her cheek, she slid her hand back from his, guilt wreaking havoc on her, can we go into the living room or something? she said not really waiting for him to answer, this calm thing wasn't going to last and she needed to strike while the iron was hot. the iron didn't stay hot for long, when she turned around to face him her resolve cracked, an understatement really. salt stung her eyes as she released a shaky breath, i've been lying to you, for a long time and wish i hadn't been but i never knew how to tell you and i was going to tell you really i was i just... i never knew what to say and i didn't want to ruin things cus it had all been so perfect and i'm selfish. but i have to tell you now because i don't want you to hear from aris, because this really isn't the kind of thing you want to hear from someone else, not that i even think you are going to want to hear it from me.. i just.... and i kow you're going to hate me but, i didn't expe- tears fell freely now as her voice broke, she was petty much nearing hysteria now. i'm sorry... i'm so, so sorry. she managed trying to brush the tears away from her face, before she pulled a hand roughly through her hair and sat back on the couch. i don't want to lie to you anymore but i don't know what to say...
who i'm hanging with, dominic benjamin rhyder . word count, this came out very unmini, my bad . credits, lizzie for the banner . lyrics, the killers – all these things i've done . status, done . notes, hysterical teenage girls, ftw. lol . |
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Post by dominic calias on Dec 18, 2009 3:56:56 GMT -8
He felt as though all his fears had been confirmed when she pulled her hand back; distracted he nodded absently and followed her towards the living room. Though he had expected it, it still managed to knock him off guard. Running a hand through his hair he looked up, frowning at her words, wondering what she was talking about, wondering what she could have been lying about. He searched her expression, confusion etched across his own. Then she started to cry, instinctively he reached out to brush the tears away, but hesitated, she had already withdrawn from his touch before, unsure, he let his arm drop back to his side. “don’t be sorry.. ” he said softly, frowning, brushing his doubts aside he briefly cupped her cheek, his smile reassuring, he would have hugged her but she retreated from him to the couch. Ducking into the kitchen, he pulled out a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water and carried it back. Taking up a spot beside her on the couch, he reached for her hand again, holding for a moment, “ here..” he said gently, placing the glass into her hand, he was glad the majority of girls he knew were strong independent types that didn’t cry, he wasn’t very good at this sort of thing. Allowing the silence to linger, he let his gaze sweep across her face, her beautiful tear stained face and gave a wavering smile, “ whatever it is… its fine, you can tell me … I wont hate you, promise” he said finally, dangerous words perhaps, but he meant them, he was a forgiving soul like that.
He waited, hoping she’d just get it over with already, letting out a slow breath he decided to take the initiative, “ look… aleks… if you don’t want to do this anymore..” he began, pausing to look over at evan who had just charged into the room, completely oblivious, with some new game in his hands, his timing could not be any worse “ evann.. ” he grumbled, as the boy proceeded to settle himself in font of the tv, his lack of response making it quite clear he had no intentions of moving any time soon, dominic rolled his eyes, frustrated. “ come on.. ” he said, standing up, glancing across his shoulder briefly as they rounded the couch and headed up towards his room, “ sorry about that… ” he said, pushing the door open and holding it until she had stepped through before shutting it again. “ but like I was saying..” he began, picking up where he had left off, “…its cool, it doesn’t have to be awkward or … uh… anything… like, we can still be friends right? ” he asked, pausing in his nervous pacing to glance at her and wonder why she looked so incredibly confused, “ you did… come over to… break up with me, didn’t you?”
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Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Dec 18, 2009 11:38:22 GMT -8
she was messing this whole thing up, she shouldn't be telling him but ti was too late now, she couldn't just pop up and be "nevermind." about it anymore, this was the no turning back point and there was sliver of her self that was relieved that she really had no choice but most of her was just scared. scared shitless, an emotion she was used to and while she wasn't in any danger it tore at her all the same. the way he looked at her only made it worse, he didn't deserve this kind of drama, but when he touched her she turned selfish again and tilted her face against his hand for a second before the guilt rolled over her again. she stared at the spot where he had been standing trying to use the tiny spans of time to compose herself again but it really wasn't helping, there was no way she going to be strong enough to do this. it was times like these that she wished she were more like delilah, lilah would not have been all blubbery like this. aleks didn't used to be like this either, this was far from the girl who had sparred with arissana in the park today, part of her wanted the courage and defiance back, being weak wasn't fun. thanks, she said, worrying her lip before she took the glass and took a couple staring down at his knee and the floor to avoid having to look him in the face. she gave a bitter laugh and shook her head, you can't make that promise... there were too many lies to count between them, on the off chance he didn't hate he'd never be able to trust her again, something she'd deserve.
she looked up at him with shocked eyes, he had it all wrong, but god what else could he assume, she opened her mouth to interrupt him, ready to admit to her selfishness, but the shuffle of feet made her jump and bring her gaze behind her to where his oaf of a brother had just entered. she hastily brushed away more tears though she was pretty sure he'd barely noticed their presence let alone that aleks was being a big ol' bawl bag. she followed dominic, crossing her arms over her stomach again focusing on her breathing and trying to stop her tears, but she was pretty sure it wasn't likely to happen. she shook her head at his words, before she stepped through the door, going to sit on his bed. he began speaking before she could try to take up her argument, his words mad her stomach ache but she was concerned about where this was coming from, is that he wanted? was aris right in that he wasn't getting enough of her time because she was trying to juggle being a good mom and a good friend and a good girlfriend? had he finally gotten fed up with all her cancelling and the times when lissa had to join them. no, that's exactly why i've not... said anything... but... if after, that's what you wanted... i'd get it... if now that's what you wanted, then- her voice broke and she looked away from him, brushing fresh tears from his face, i'm bad at this i know, i... but i have my reasons and i shouldn't have... she shook her head, drawing in a shaky breath i shouldn't have kept them from you, because it's not fair... she wiped her face again, before she drew her gaze back up to him, the words that could pretty much ruin everything were poised, but it was hard to force them past... lissa.... she isn't oksana's daughter... she said, her voice losing volume and her gaze dropping with it, she's mine... i was.... she couldn't finish that last part, going to tell you, i really was, i just... i was being selfish i didn't want to lose you and i figured you'd just... i don't know because i've lied so much to keep it a secret i just... she looked back at him, i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner... and i'm sorry i'm still not able to tell you everything...
who i'm hanging with, dominic benjamin rhyder . word count, seven oh six . credits, lizzie for the banner . lyrics, the killers – all these things i've done . status, done . notes, there is no failing in mini threads, unless of course you are being retarded like me and trying to pass off 1000 word posts as mini hehehe. |
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Post by dominic calias on Dec 30, 2009 3:56:01 GMT -8
He didn’t think he’d felt this anxious in his life, part of him wished she’d hurry up and break up with him, quick and painless, or so the saying went. The rest of him however was quite content to draw it out, the rest of him was hoping this was all a bad dream, that’d he’d wake up and everything would be okay, everything would be fine, and they would still be together. “ …why would I ever want that?” he asked softly, for the first time a worried about what she was going to say, he wanted to add to that, wanted to let her know there wasn’t a reason in the world that could make him willingly break up with her, if that was what she wanted, it was going to have to be her to say it. But she was speaking again, and he studied her nervous expression as she stumbled across her words. “shes mine…” the words made his mouth go dry, and selfishly, for the first few moments all that consumed him was relief. And then the reality sunk in, relief giving away to surprise, and then to just sheer amazement. “ wow…” was about all he could manage, his mind had whirred with every possible scenario the past hour, except this. He was quite literally speechless. “you could have told me.. ” he said finally, though a distant part of him wondered whether it would have changed things, if he had known sooner, before he got to know her, but he quickly shook that thought away.
“ everything…?” he asked, apprehension weaving across his brow, what else could there possibly be? “ why not?” he added after a moment, watching that familiar guarded look flicker in her eyes, moving across to where she set on the bed and joining her, before pulling her into his arms, “ this doesn’t change anything aleks… why would you think it would?” he asked, smiling faintly before turning her face towards his and kissing her, trying not to think about something other guy doing the same thing, or the events that eventuated to the arrival of lissa. “ I still want to be your boyfriend… if you’ll have me…” he added, chuckling gently, before his expression turned serious, and deeply concerned, “ but please please tell me the rest, I’m here for you… you can trust me…” he murmured in hushed tones, “ or… if not me, tell someone, Delilah or something, it helps to talk.. it does.. ” he insisted, pressing kiss to her forehead.
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Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Dec 30, 2009 10:56:34 GMT -8
she shook her head at his question, i don't know... because i'm a shitty girlfriend, i break our plans all the time, i forget to call, i'm stuck spending all my time with lissa... take your pick. the only emotion tainting those words was bitterness, sure, they could easily be explained by her just being more honest with him – giving up that final piece – but in his shoes it would have been enough for her to dump herself. of the many possible – and sometimes completely crazy – outcomes that had ran through her head ever since she had decided that it wasn't fair of him to not know, acceptance had never fallen into that. a part of her felt even guiltier because she'd honestly never taken his personality into consideration in her stupid little doomsday fantasies. somehow she felt she should have expected him to be like this and end up making her feel worse about her deception than had he yelled or called her names or done anything that she thought more appropriate then just rolling with it. of course she was glad that he wasn't upset – at least that she could make out. and while there was so much of her feeling relief of the most profound kind, his reaction proved only to intensify her guilt. she was lying to him about everything for ages when he would have been fine with it. though the needling voice in the back of her mind was reminding her not to be so content yet, to wait until the shock wore off. when he really had time to think about the situation in detail. nobody's mind jumped to rape when it was a teenage mother it was always the slutty girl giving it up under the bleachers.
telling him about lissa was something she'd always seen as the biggest hurdle, but really it was her rape that would be the biggest, considering not a soul but her knew about it. and this wasn't a "rip it off like a band-aid" kind of thing. i... just. can't. she said trying to control the wave of sickness it brought over her. this was becoming a bad day, bad days were normally prefaced by her nightmares but she had slept reasonably soundly, granted she'd probably gotten no more then three hours sleep but she hadn't been dreaming and reliving and it was beautiful. even though it was him, panicked and having all her thoughts suddenly so focused on what had happened to her she flinched just barely when he'd encircled her in his arms, and for once she hoped he wasn't being his normal observant self and she tried to bring herself closer to him trying to block out the traces of fear in her. it would have changed things for her, if she could get over the fact that she had to be dating some kind of slut the whole trust thing was a big factor again. his lips kept her from answering the question, which a part of her realized was a good thing; no need to be giving him ideas. and because it was possible for her to be even more selfish she returned his kiss, greedily bringing his face closer to hers even though there was a bit of panic swirling in her stomach – her stupid brain trying to tell her she was scared. it was hard to shake and she pulled back from him before she was really ready, turning her face into his shoulder and shutting her eyes tight.
i do trust you... she insisted, turning to look him, implicitly... but.. it has nothing to do with trust or anything.... she said looking away trying to even her breathing, fear and panic coiling tighter in her stomach, i can't just talk about it... aleks finally said, defeated and letting a new torrent of tears come forth as his lips brushed her forehead. talking to someone probably would help, seeking professional help would be better since she couldn't deny anymore that she needed help. it was becoming harder to ignore, something that her panic as she kissed dominic proved. the frequency of her nightmares was also solid proof enough that something needed to be done, but she just couldn't put it into words and it's not like she could really expect anyone to guess. sure, she was always a little jumpy, got scared and fidgety for no reason, something dom had commented on before but she didn't expect him to make the leap. it's not something you just... talk about over lunch or ice cream... with a teenager. she said, begging him with her eyes to just guess, make the biggest freaking leap he ever had in his life. he was one of the smartest people she knew but she knew that even this was beyond him i really just... i'm not ready... she said looking away from him again, brushing the tears from eyes again.
who i'm hanging with, dominic benjamin rhyder . word count, too many . credits, lizzie for the banner . lyrics, the killers – all these things i've done . status, overdone . notes, it's cool. i've had four billion essays to do anyways. & i wrote too much again . |
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Post by dominic calias on Jan 12, 2010 21:53:02 GMT -8
“none of that matters to me… ” he told her, shaking his head, at this age the feat of having a girlfriend was unbelievable to him, especially one as beautiful and sweet, and all around perfect as she was. He was hardly a Casanova, something he doubted would improve in time, so it was really not in his nature to be ungrateful. Sure when she had to cancel on him it was disappointing, and having lissa with them most of the time they spent together could be inhibiting, it honestly didn’t bother him all that much, not enough to warrant breaking up with her, her cared for her, more deeply than a boy his age should be capable.
He could tell by the look on her face that his reaction wasn’t the one she had been expecting. He figured he should be angry, or upset, possibly offended by the fact that she had been lying to him this whole time, but he wasn’t, or at least not the extent that perhaps he was supposed to be. Sure it stung a little, but that was ego more than anything else, because he understood her reasoning, he probably would have done the same thing had he been in her position. If anything he only admired her more, having a child that young, that took a great deal of strength and courage.
He searched her expression intently, wanting so badly to know what she couldn’t tell him, and becoming frustrated with himself that he couldn’t see it. Normally he was pretty intuitive when it came to these sort of things, something that came in handy with female friends like delilah who never gave anything away. “something bad happened to you didn’t it? ” he asked, thinking aloud, but instantly feeling stupid for saying it, obviously it was something pretty horrible, otherwise it wouldn’t be having this kind of affect, wouldn’t be causing her this much pain. Frowning he reached up to brush away the tears running down her face, “ is it something to do with lissa?” he asked, his expression troubled, however the flicker of panic that stole into her eyes made him pause, as much as he wanted to know, as much as he wanted to fix it, he shouldn’t be pushing her like this, it was selfish of him, and it was only bringing up memories that she’d probably rather forget.
“come on.. ” he said, pulling her to her feet, and wrapping his arms around her waist he her kissed her briefly, still thinking himself the luckiest boy in the world as he did so. “ you hungry? ” he asked, drawing back now, not surprised when she shook her head. Gazing worriedly at her for a long moment, he shrugged and took her hand, leading her back towards the lounge room and outside. He figured being outside, doing something might help distract her, “ so… does it hurt as much as they say? ” he asked, turning to her as they walked, his gaze flickering curiously down at her belly, trying to imagine the baby that it had grown, and then another thought struck him, pausing he frowned, “ … does anyone else know? ”
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Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Jan 13, 2010 19:47:12 GMT -8
a smile spread over her face, as much as she really honestly should have expected this reaction it was still surprising to her, she shook her head and looked down into her hands. she had not seen this sort of ending to the day, she had not seen this kind of ending to the whole debacle as it was. her mind had instantly jumped to worst case scenarios as soon as she saw the recognition on arissana's face. yeah, she wasn't as cup half full as she wished she could be. are you sure? she asked, looking back up, i mean, this is a big deal. she drew a hand through her hair, mussing the brunette waves, i just think.. that maybe you should seriously think about it, it's big thing to take in... she said trying to call upon her maturity now to keep from breaking down, if after you've thought about it, you know slept on it or whatever, you don't want... us anymore, i wouldn't blame you, at all. she said biting her lip, not like she really should have been encouraging something that would cause him to break up with her but it wasn't really everyday you learned your girlfriend had a kid that you had met repeatedly but under the guise of a younger family member. she'd like to think that she'd be able to stay as cool as this were she in his shoes and maybe at first before she got over the shock she might be, after that maybe it would really hit her.
aleksandra brought her gaze back to his when he spoke again, only nodding even though she was pretty sure he'd said it mostly to himself. talk about understatement of the year, the only good thing that had come of the whole thing was lissa, it was the only reason that she would change what had happened. it was possibly the only thing that had kept her from going crazy or just becoming some crazy emo kid. she didn't have the time to be so self-involved. looking back to him as he spoke again, his words brought on a bit of panic which only made her irritated with herself, she needed this, she needed to finally tell someone, why are you freaking out? despite the internal self-castigation she looked away from him back down to her hands, she couldn't keep it in forever, but maybe one more day wouldn't hurt. except only a very small part of her was glad that he didn't keep pushing, she didn't mind the replacement of conversation. she smiled against his lips, letting her relief and happiness flow into the kiss, this was had been a day she was dreading and it was ending better then she ever imagined. she was still upset but it was overshadowed completely. she thought about his question for a moment before she shook her head, smiling a little at the concern that flickered in his eyes, i'm still a little too keyed up right now.. she said, giving him a reassuring smile, she was pretty sure if she tried to eat anything it would come back up and quickly.
she followed him silently, curious about what was going through his mind, maybe he really was giving it serious thought like she'd told him, but she didn't want to press him. the walking was good anyways, the damp air cooled her blazing cheeks though froze them a bit in the still damp tracks of her earlier tears. she couldn't help a laugh and a smile at his question and she nodded, oh my god, yes. she said, there was definitely nothing she could compare it to, i never thought i'd be happy to actually get a shot in the spine, but i was almost jumping for joy when they said i could have the epidural. she said allowing another laugh, before she shook her head at his second question, well, obviously my aunt. it's why my mom kicked me out. but other then them and my doctors, nobody knows. i don't even think my sisters knows. she said, biting her lip before she stopped walking, look, i hate to do this to you, but you can't tell delilah. if you have to tell someone, let it be thursday, but... i should be the one to tell delilah and i know it puts you in an awkward position because she's your best friend, and i'm sorry. she said frowning.
who i'm hanging with, dominic benjamin rhyder . word count, seven hundred and forty eight . credits, lizzie for the banner . lyrics, the killers – all these things i've done . status, . notes, it's cool. i've had to wait much, much longer . |
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Post by dominic calias on Feb 4, 2010 5:09:51 GMT -8
He made a face, normal needles made him uneasy enough, the thought of having one jabbed into his spine was rather an unpleasant thought, “ I don’t envy you girls.. ” he began, shaking his head, “ really puts paid to that saying, no pain, no gain?” he added thoughtfully, gazing at her again. It was still unbelievable to him really that she was a mother, a mom, she had a child, a fact that didn’t seem to dull in any way how he felt about her, but the revelation was fresh, perhaps it needed time to sink in. That worried him a little, that she might be right, that once it had hit him then things would be different, he hoped not, he didn’t want things to be different. duh he thought, mentally slapping himself, of course other people would know, why wouldn’t other people know? “ she kicked you out? Harsh. ” he couldn’t imagine his dad doing that, or even his step-mom, his mom maybe, but he’d have to have done something pretty bad.
If there was one thing that dominic wasn’t, it was judgmental, he had always been very accepting of things, adaptable, even from a young age. And he’d needed it, what with his parents separation, in gaining a step father and brother, and then a step mother. While he wasn’t openly approving of teenage pregnancy, he was not wholly against it either, he embraced that there were more reasons behind it other than teenagers and their out of control hormones, though that was definitely the majority. It was then that he had a disturbing thought, one that would certainly explain why she was so jumpy, why it was a subject that had been so hard for her to talk about. He gazed at her searchingly, as though he could confirm the suspicions by looking at her. He wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the sort of subject you just jumped into, it wasn’t the sort of subject that you wanted to talk about at all really.
Pausing just after her, he took a step back. Nodding at her words, he took her hand, “ if that’s what you want, then sure.. ” he responded with a smile, giving her hand a squeeze. He was close with deliliah, he’d never kept anything from her, he’d never had any reason to. It was going to be challenging, he’d always been horrible with secrets, not purposely, he was just open about things and too much in the habit of speaking without thinking. He turned to her, “ do me a favor though? Don’t take to long about it, okay? ” he asked, reaching up to tuck some hair back behind her ear, “ you know how I am with these things..” he added ruefully, a soft grin pulling across his lips before leaned in to kiss her briefly. Picking up a walk again, he fell into a thoughtful silence as they neared the end of the street and rounded the corner, “ what brought all this on anyway?” he asked, curious, “or did you just wake up and decided that you would tell me? ” he asked, a soft smile on his lips, one that widened as the park came into view, it had always been one of his favorite places, even more so now considering all the time he had spent there hanging with aleks and lissa. “come on.. ” he said suddenly, picking up a run and practically dragging her along with him, not stopping until they had made it to the playground, “ I wish you would have told me sooner, I hate to think what it was like, keeping that secret all this time.. ” he said, taking a seat on one of the swings and gazing at her.
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Post by aleksandra petrovsky on Feb 4, 2010 17:26:50 GMT -8
aleks grinned and nodded, yeah. it was totally worth it. in the middle of the whole process she couldn't have imagined why women had gone through this processes willingly for centuries and she only blamed on the fact that they had never experience it, but then there were women who had more then one baby, and at the time she was positive she was never going to have another child again, but she'd since changed her mind. she'd love to have more kids in the future, just in the distant future, when she was married and had a stable career or at the very least her husband had a stable career, kids were expensive. something she thought she understood when she was back home trying to help her mom with her little sister. i do wish that... i was older and it wasn't just me and my aunt, but it was worth it. she said, before she blushed and shook her head, i'm going to get all cheesy now, i should stop. she said looking at him for a moment for she looked away sheepishly. yeah.. but... she was sixteen when she had me... it would have been the biggest case of hypocrisy had her mother not already been married, though at sixteen she'd already been married to my dad for a year. she remember when she had thought being married and having a kid at sixteen was mind boggling and here she was; sixteen with a seventeen month old daughter. she wasn't very receptive to... the idea, or what i had to say. she wanted me to.. get rid of her. she said the last part softly, which i don't care how you feel about that it's completely different when you have to make the choice, i couldn't do it. aleks had never seen why it was so wrong, she still felt that way, some she was just one of the people that couldn't conceive doing it herself, but if other women had to then whatever. she understood why when any women who had gone through what she had got rid of the baby, because she couldn't' deny when she saw lissa she relived every horrible second of it. she wondered now if her mom had listened to her if aleks would be better now, if she could tell dom and delilah what had happened to her.
she bit her lip, thank you, and i really am sorry... she knew that telling delilah was going to be easier then telling dom, simply because she'd already done it once, and he wasn't hating her, it would be a whole lot easier for her to tell delilah now knowing that maybe delilah wouldn't hate her like she had feared dominic would have. i won't, i promise. she grinned as he tucked the hair behind her ear and nodded to his next years, she'd had an almost smart ass reply ready when he'd brought his lips down to hers, of course this was always preferable to talking and she enjoyed it more since he knew about lissa now and he still didn't hate her. she leaned against him a little as they walked and she bit her lip at his question, before she sighed, there's a girl from back home, that's here. i guess her dad is teaching at the academy or university now. i was at the park with lis earlier and she saw us together and she just... figured it out. she said, she threatened to tell everyone, but mostly you. i guess she found out some stuff about some of the kids in our year, i don't know from who but they mentioned me and you. i didn't want you to find out from her. she didn't doubt that aris would have found a really amazing way to spin it, she crinkled her nose at heading back to the park, but it was a distraction and she needed it, so she laughed at him a little as she followed him. she let his hand fall from hers as she reached the edge of the playground he continued on to the swings. she smiled at him, crossing her arms loosely across the top of her stomach. i was afraid. she admitted, i know what people think when they see a teen mother. she paused collecting her thoughts for a moment, i hated keeping it from you and delilah, but i... i was just being selfish honestly. i planned on telling you before we'd started dating, i knew i had to, but when you asked me out i didn't... i didn't want to ruin it. i thought you'd hate me or break up with me at the very least. she frowned, which wasn't right, i should've expected more from you. she played with a piece of hair that brushed the back of her hand, i still don't' want everyone to know... but you and delilah. they were really the only people that mattered to her, and jay, i guess. just cause of lilah, and lissa is starting to like him... though i'm pretty sure it's only because she sees delilah be semi-nice to him. she said, laughing a little.
who i'm hanging with, dominic benjamin rhyder . word count, 868 . credits, lizzie for the banner . lyrics, the killers – all these things i've done . status, . notes, lmao. i've made someone wait about a month one time. i got grounded for and then when i was ungrounded i didn't have the muse and then it was finals, it was horrible, lol . |
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