tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88644564921452082482024-03-13T15:34:11.880-07:00Tough Love ~ A Romantic LegacyFollow me and the Carmody's on their journey to survive a curse that brings heartbreak, tears, and hurt along with it.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-55431507664308694342012-03-11T15:08:00.002-07:002012-03-11T15:08:46.022-07:00Bye Guys D'=So, due to technical issues, this legacy has to end before her time. I can;'t get my save to play for over 5 minutes without a crash for anything, and idk why.<br />
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I'm so sorry, I can't even tell you. I really wanted to finish this one.<br />
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So as not to stop writing, I am starting a DitFT, I'd love to see every one of you there.<br />
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Sorry again<br />
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Zoe xxooxxWriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-56089665331792246042012-03-04T19:46:00.002-08:002012-03-04T19:46:50.670-08:00Casting Call!Just a quick message to let everyone know, I am doing a CASTING CALL. Please look to the forums, page 132 for the details, and to leave your Sims! Thanks!WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-76321264583774839372012-03-03T17:14:00.000-08:002012-03-03T17:14:18.082-08:00Chapter 3.5 ~ We Walk a Lonely RoadEverything we love seems to leave too quickly, and that which we despise seems to arrive in the same way.<br />
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"Please don't go." I whimpered as a futile last attempt to keep Mike home with me. Two months had passed quicker then I'd have believed possible, and now the one person I knew I was able to rely on was leaving.<br />
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"You know I wish I could, Amy. Ill be back before you can miss me."<br />
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"But I already do!" I spluttered, lurching forward, laying my face on his broad shoulder.<br />
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He patted my back, making hushing sounds in my ear.<br />
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"It's only two years away from home, and not half of that will be in combat." Mike said, his voice wavering with the uncertainty of what he was saying.<br />
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"Sure. Two years. The triplets are getting older now, they'll be in school when you come back! And we'll have a few others to meet you as well. Do you really want to miss all that?" I said quietly.<br />
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"Just take good care of the ones on the way, and the rest will fall right into place. I'll make everyday I missed back up when I return, and then some." He smiled, rubbing my belly bulge gently.<br />
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"Okay, sure." I said, brushing him off.<br />
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"I'm serious. I want you to take care of yourself, and the kids. You have family all around you, and even if you can't see it, they all love you, and would do anything for you. I won't be able to focus if I don't know you're safe, Amethyst."<br />
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"I promise. If anything goes wrong, I'll call Jade, or Moon. Don't worry about me, worry about yourself."<br />
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"I suppose."<br />
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A loud honk from down the road told us of the approaching army vehicle.<br />
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"I've got to go." Mike said, voice breaking midway.<br />
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I kissed him gently, then with more passion, with the dark voice in my mind whispering that this may be our last, a fact I refused to believe.<br />
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"I love you. So, so much." I whispered, pulling away, standing forehead to forehead.<br />
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"I love you too, a million times more."<br />
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"Not possible" I joked through the tears.<br />
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He pulled away, and walked down the stairs to the road.<br />
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"Goodbye Mike!" I said through tears, and coughing. "I love you! Stay safe and come home soon!"<br />
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I would have said more, but I felt weak enough to faint, and my tears cut off my vocal ability, so I waved him off, sniffling loudly.<br />
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I walked inside, and leant heavily against the wall. The past few months had been beyond busy, trying hard to fit all the important things from the triplets' lives into the short months.<br />
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From first steps, to forced first words, it was a blissful period in which we lived in a bubble, all refusing to admit it was only a matter of time before it popped.<br />
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</div>Not that he was complaining, as it was definitely an upgrade from his dog bed on the floor. His large body was warm, and heavy breathing quite loud, and if I closed my eyes, I could focus on this, and pretend it was Mike beside me.<br />
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"DADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"<br />
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I wasn't the only one affected, and the triplets all acted up when they realized it was only Mommy around now. I tried so hard to keep everyone happy enough that it shouldn't matter, but it always did, and I never expected any different. No matter what I did, I wasn't Daddy.<br />
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"Hush, Stevie" I cooed, awkwardly bouncing her around my belly.<br />
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"Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" She screamed.<br />
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"No, Stevie. Daddy's away right now. Come on, quieten down."<br />
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She whimpered again, snuggling her soft face into my neck, tears rolling down her face, but silent now. I stroked her hair, and rock her around. There was nothing more to do.<br />
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</div>"Keeping up?" she joked, referring to the massive growth of my abdomen.<br />
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I laughed. "Everyone says that, but its so much smaller then last time!"<br />
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She giggled, rubbing gently. "Im not too sure, maybe quads?"<br />
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"Oh Gosh no!"<br />
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We often spent time laughing together, and it was my one escape.<br />
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I made many failed attempts to contact Mike. He'd sent me an email a week after leaving saying he'd arrived on location safely, and wouldn't be able to contact me again, due to communication complications. I didn't let that stop me sending email after email, all of which bounced back to me, but it made me feel better knowing I'd tried.<br />
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I placed a picture of Mike on my bedside as soon as I found one. It was a calming thing to have around the house, like he was here, although he wasn't.<br />
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Simon hadn't slept well since Mike left, and I was often up for hours with him. It was on one of these nights that I ran into my first bit of real trouble since Mike left.<br />
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I had just gotten changed for bed, and was doing my nightly routine of a good old chat with myself. Don't judge me, I spent most days alone with toddlers.<br />
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"You've certainly paid for all that junk food, Amy old girl, better hit the gym when the little ones arrive, huh?"<br />
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"You're worth the extra pounds though little one, I don't mind as long as you're not hungry in there." I said, patting my belly.<br />
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Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my stomach, and down my back. I couldn't help but gasp aloud with pain, as this was a feeling I knew too well.<br />
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I clutched my stomach, trying to calm the moving bodies inside from out. I looked around frantically, trying to decide what to do. It was 3AM, and would be unfair to call Moon or Jade so late. I had no choice but to drive myself into town.<br />
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I began to walk to the door, when suddenly another contraction hit me, along with a thought: The Kids! I couldn't leave them without an adult, so I was stranded here, alone and in labor.<br />
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"I guess I'll just call the babysitter, then go." I said, waddling to the side-table, willing the baby to try and hold on.<br />
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Another stronger contraction hit, and I suddenly knew that there was no way I'd be making it to the hospital tonight.<br />
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"Okay then kid, let's do this your way." I whispered, heaving.<br />
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I walked to the ensuite, and closed the door behind me. I needed to concentrate, because I could let nothing go wrong.<br />
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I clambered into the bathtub, deciding that this was the best place for the job. Moments later my water broke, and I was delivering a baby. I'll skip on the blood, and muted screaming, as it's not something you'd like to see, trust me, but many hours later I emerged from the bathroom with two small forms.<br />
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Allow me to introduce to you..<br />
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Jennette Carmody, my beautiful baby girl, with her Momma's blonde locks, and her Grandma's big green eyes.<br />
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She was closely followed by..<br />
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James Carmody, a bounding baby boy. He has his Dad's hair and eyes, but his face has a lot of influence from Mommy.<br />
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I rested that night for the first time since Mike had left, exhausted from a days hard work.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-76242787481437292772012-02-29T22:22:00.000-08:002012-02-29T22:22:12.760-08:0010,000 Blog Views! You guys rock!~I mean it! You guys mean the world to me, and without you, I'd be nothing! I'd have no writing passion, and would have given up the hobby a long time ago! So I have to say thank you over and over, you're the best, and I hope you all stick around!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, I know I can't complain, I love them all dearly, as they do I, but with Mike at the local base all day running drills, and other tasks for the big man, it's even harder. I'm on my own most of the time, and when its three to one, things never seem to go well.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When left to their own devices while I showered, or answered the door, the kids were normally well behaved. Well, most. Sierra and Simon were hardly ever found in trouble, but Stevie had a more.. inquisitive nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She often got stuck in the toy box, and after a while, figured out that at bath time, it was a jolly good place to hide from Mommy. It didn't take long for me to catch on, but Stevie didn't realize that. I let her have her fun, it was all a big game, and I wanted her life to be that way for as long as possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tiny Tim was getting along better with the triplets then I could have ever wished. They love him, and he loved them. He took on the role of a big brother, protecting, yet playful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tim had his time to play whenever Jet came over. She had a bit of downtime in work right now, so she was over more then Moon, who was busy in the medical career, hours longer then I'd have thought legal. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jet and I were closer then ever, getting along as well as Moon and I. She was able to relax around me, and reveal her feelings on life, and the past. She tried hard to avoid the Mom subject, and that was perfect for me. I didn't need to start building up that wall again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feeding time was probably the second hardest part of the day, the hardest being bed time. Once everyone was in their highchairs, it was getting the food to everyone before the first kid finished theirs. Then of course, it's the taste test. Pass it, you have an easy time, and everyone cooperates. Fail it, and it's Hell to pay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sierra is the most proper in her eating habits. She would dip one finger, and taste it first, then decide whether the dish deserved to be eaten or not. She was much calmer then the others, more feminine. She was gentle, and shy, just like little girls were stereotyped to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stevie was more boisterous. She would scream and run around all day, causing mischief, and wiggling out of trouble. This was reflected in her eating habits, a hand plunged into the bowl, food smeared over her face, and about 1/3 of said food got to her mouth. She was a bigger clean up, but much, much easier to cater for.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simon wasn't a big eater, he was a big player. That was for both his eating, and his personality. He would mess around with the food in the bowl, eating only when it had been completely mixed with the grime on his fingers. In his everyday life he would also rather play around, and discover new things, then stay clean and hang with his siblings. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All my babies had the most amazing personalities, and I loved them all, and I often wondered where they got their interests and tastes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simon was always the easiest to put to sleep. Maybe it was all that energy spent during the day, but I loved him for it. A kiss on the head, and a flick of a switch, and before the girls were in bed, he was usually snoring softly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sierra hated bedtime. She was scared of the dark, so the lamp would be left on until she fell asleep, and she was such a light sleeper, any small sound from outside would wake her for hours.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stevie was the worst. She didn't like bed, she wasn't afraid at all, in fact she had quite the brave streak, but she hated the idea of sleep. Any prank to stay up later she would pull, and since she shared a room with Sierra, it usually kept them both up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This night was no different. She grabbed my hand tightly, and wouldn't let go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It's bedtime Stevie. Time for sleep." I cooed, hoping to sooth her into a sleepy mood.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"No Mommy! Songs first!" She demanded loudly, holding tighter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Stevie.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Please Mommy?" She pleaded, eyes big. I couldn't refuse her, and she knew it too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Okay. One song, then sleep. Got it?" </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She nodded eagerly, and I went to sit in the song chair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I spent a minute thinking of a song, then settled on one I loved so much myself. I glanced over to Stevie, who was sat sat in her bed, eyes bright.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Lay down,Stevie. You can't sleep sitting."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She laid down obediently, and I cleared my throat quietly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide. So we've been told, and some choose to believe it, I know they're wrong, wait and see. someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me."</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">Looking over to the two cribs, I saw two sleeping forms instead of one, and silently left the room.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">Walking down the stairs I heard the door click, and I knew Mike was home.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';">"Hey Baby." I called down, rushing to meet him.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hey Hun" He replied solemnly, his normal smile vacant from his face.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I knew straight away something was wrong, and I began to panic. I'd never been good with problem situations, and knew I hadn't changed with married life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"What's wrong, Mike" I asked quietly.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Come on. You're gonna wanna sit with me." He answered, taking my hand an leading me to the living room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"So What's up?" I asked, tried in vain to sound casual.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I didn't want this to happen. Keep that in mind. I tried everything to stop this, but it's had to be done."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"What is <i>THIS</i> Mike?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Well. You see, Amy, I've.. I've been deployed."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You've what?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I've been deployed, to leave in two months with my unit."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stopped breathing. I stopped thinking, and feeling, and listening. Mike was going out to fight. My Mike, my husband, out to fight in a war with guns, and bombs, and killings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This can't happen, I can't lose everyone I've cared for.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I jumped up, and moved to the corner, acting like I was inspecting the plant. My acting skills were non-existent, and I knew I had been seen through.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Are you okay in there?" Mike whispered gently.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yea. Fine"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Am.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"How could I be okay? That stupid Captain of yours is sending my husband out to..to die."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hey now. I'm not going to die! It's gonna be okay"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"H-how is t-this ok-kay?" I started heaving from crying.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started bawling into Mike's shoulder, holding on to him tightly, wishing it was enough to keep him with me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I-I lo-o-ve you M-i-ike. Don't le-eave me-e." I managed to stutter through the tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You know I wish I could stay here, with you, and our beautiful babies. But duty calls. We both knew this day would come."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Yea, and I also know that someday I'm going to die, but knowing it's coming doesn't make it easier to swallow." I said, my voice stronger now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He stroked my hair gently, in long, soothing motions.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Please" I begged in vain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He tried to distract me with soft, warm kisses that took away the tears. I began to relax, but couldn't forget the situation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mike took me upstairs, and continued to comfort me long into the night, for what could be the last time for all I know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<i>*Song is 'The Rainbow Connection' courtesy of the Muppets."</i></div>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-34039737260042934432012-02-14T21:10:00.000-08:002012-02-14T21:10:13.120-08:00Chapter 3.3 ~ GrowingLife got hard in different ways after I left home. I no longer had the constant guilt surrounding me with every wall, and with disproving eyes always on me. Nope, here I was free of that, with the trials and tribulations of being a housewife to an army man.<br />
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It wasn't too many weeks after our wedding night that I started seeing signs of something interesting around the corner. I had learnt enough in Health class to know a few signs, and a test from the local store confirmed my hunch. Against all odds, Amethyst Carmody was becoming the one thing she loathed most: A Mother.<br />
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It was so odd to think that 25 years ago this had been my mother, but she had had a much different predicament. It irked me to have an extra connection to her, another thing I could supposedly use to 'relate' to her, but as much as it sickened me I couldn't find a way to be upset with the turn of events.<br />
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It didn't take Mike a minute to get excited. Every night would end with a goodnight to the baby. Well I say baby, but twins ran in the family, aside from myself that is. I had to expect twins too.<br />
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I'd get my own goodnight too, one that I cherished every time, and looked forward too every day. No matter how hard a day Mike had had at work, I'd always get every ounce of energy he had left, a love so strong I couldn't imagine it ever breaking down.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mike worked more now. Things got riskier everyday, with him climbing up the ranks with great ease. I knew that being a solider had it's risks, and to expect the worst news everyday: "Honey? I've been deployed." I'd not heard news of it yet, but I knew it could happen any day. He would spend endless hours explaining his work to me, the risks, benefits, everything. Nothing swayed my worry, only soothed it for a day or two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mike never swayed in his dedication to me and the baby even through the tougher times at work. That's why I loved him, someone I could finally count on for once in my life. Someone who wouldn't be swept away from me in a whirlwind move made by someone I thought I knew. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had a lot less to do these days. I was lonely, though I'd never admit it. I may have had almost everyone hating me at home, but there were always people <i>there.</i> I found it strange to be alone in the house all day. I'd take Tim out for walks whenever I felt up to it, which wasn't often for a while, since my morning sickness went on for longer then I'd expected from my research. Tim enjoyed the walks, and we had a lot of time to bond with each other.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I spent a lot of time on the phone with Moon, and Jet if she'd answer. We'd grown closer since the wedding, having finally broke down the thick wall that had separated us since my Father's murder. They were both excited for the upcoming birth, Moon was betting on two girls, and Jet one boy. They had money on it and everything.<br />
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The nursery was built, one for a boy, and one for a girl because we planned for another at one point, and we'd better prepare for either outcome regarding the genders. I liked the girls nursery better myself, with the cute butterfly theme, but that's just the silly 'Momma-to-Be" syndrome kicking in.<br />
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At the end of my pregnancy, Mike started to worry like an old lady, about just about EVERYTHING! The floor being too slippy, the bed not soft enough for my tender midsection, the cleaning products being too strong...and Tim being a raging ball of germs and dirt. Mike insisted on a bath every night, especially if Tim wanted to spend the night in our room. I never thought it necessary, but to appease Mike, Tim was bathed regularly. The bonus was that he smelt good all the time, never a bad thing with the intense pregnancy nose kicking in.<br />
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Tim was allowed to sit with me after his baths, and we would enjoy some quality TV time, or fall asleep together on the couch, depending on both our moods. He was such a gentle giant I didn't once worry for the vulnerable package I had carried for nine months, or for the babies after they came into the world. He wouldn't do anything to put them in danger, in fact, I expected quite the opposite, a diligent guard dog.<br />
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It was when I was watching said TV that the first signs of labor kicked in. A small tickle by my ankle made me flinch, and when I went to itch my leg, I felt wetness. I immediately stood, and the first contraction hit. Hard.<br />
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"Mikeeee" I yelled. Nothing "MIKE GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE, I'M BRINGING IN A BABY"<br />
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That got him coming. It sounded like elephants on the stairs, and withing a half second he was in the hallway with the car keys and my jacket.<br />
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After 21 hours of tiring labor, I gave birth to the three most beautiful being I'd ever set my eyes on. You heard me, three. Triplets most definately do not run in the family, but I guess I should have seen it coming. Both Jet and Moon got their wish, with two girls and a boy.<br />
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I should probably introduce you to them all.<br />
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This is Simon. He's my baby boy, with mysterious blue eyes, and my blonde hair.<br />
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This is Stevie, with both my purple eyes, and blonde hair.<br />
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And finally, there's little Sierra, with the same mystery eyes as Simon, and her Daddy's hair color.<br />
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As I settled my now larger family into bed, I knew that although I was in for a lot of work, I'd never be lonely again.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-22807611990769914342012-02-05T18:07:00.000-08:002012-02-05T18:12:11.141-08:00Chapter 3.2 ~ Wedding Special!<div style="text-align: center;"><b>A/N: Okay guys, so I'm changing it up for the wedding special! No writing, just lyrics. I hope that it can make an impact, and be a cool thing to try. I'd love feedback on whether to do this for future 'specials' in the legacy (funerals, weddings, etc). I think that this chapter will be most effective if you listen to the song while you read it! So here it is: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHkvan-NFnM">Christina Perri - A Thousand Years</a>! (Open in new tab). Enjoy!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>How to be brave</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But watching you stand alone</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>All of my doubt</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Suddenly goes away some how</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Time stands still</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Beauty in all she is</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I will be brave</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Every breath</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Every hour</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Has come to this</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One step closer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I have died everyday waiting for you</i></div><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll love you for a thousand more</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And all along I believed I would find you</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Time has brought your heart to me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I've loved you for a thousand years</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I'll love you for a thousand more</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One step closer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>One step closer</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I have died everyday waiting for you</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Darlin' don't be afraid</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I have loved you for a thousand years</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'll love you for a thousand more</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And all along I believed I would find you</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-90653311894000979332012-02-02T20:23:00.000-08:002012-02-02T20:23:42.515-08:00Chapter 3.1 ~ Because of YouThings change. Seasons pass, days fade into weeks, then months and years. Then you blink, and you're all grown up, and there's no more playing around. You can no longer rely on everyone around you for support, you have to make decisions, and act on them, no matter what the results may be.<br />
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So that's what I did.<br />
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I remember that day like yesterday. When I close my eyes, it may as well of been, because everything it just as clear. The way I saw Dad on the floor, not breathing, one perfect hole in his black sweater seeped a dark river of blood. Then I glanced around to see Jinx, my only means of female support since Grandma died, the same way, like a porcelain doll shattered on the floor. One more scope with my eyes brought me to my Mother, gun in hand. Mother. A term I use so loosely. I hate her. I despise her. She is the reason my life went downhill before it ever really started. She is the reason Daddy is dead.<br />
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<i>I will not make the same mistakes that you did</i><br />
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I remember bolting out of the doorway when I regained the use of my feet, straight to the phone. I dropped it twice before I was able to fumble with the buttons. Eventually I was able to get through to the police, and make my plea for help. I told them in hushed tones that my Mother had just killed two people, had a gun, and I had four younger sister upstairs. That got them going. Within ten minutes I had four cop cars in front of our house, and in a blink of an eye Mom was in handcuffs.<br />
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<i>I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery</i><br />
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The men came a few minutes after to take Dad and Jinx away. Everyone was awake by this time, and tears and questions were the order of the day. When everyone found out it was me who called the cops, they shut me away, and I became the enemy.<br />
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Two months later, Mom was put on trial, and given the lethal injection. I am not afraid to admit that I did not attend her funeral, nor will I ever visit her grave.<br />
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And so that brings us to today.<br />
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All grown up, and living my own life. Still living at home, but not for long. Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me re-introduce to you my family, and catch you up.<br />
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<i>I will not break the way that you did, you fell so hard.</i><br />
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Let's start with my best friend, Tiny Tim. Hah... well when I got him, he was tiny. Uncle Dusk got him for me after I witnessed..it. My very own thing to love, and care for. Supposedly, he saved me from trauma, but inside I still go through Hell everyday.<br />
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We spend all day together, playing games, and having fun. He's a little ah... dim, but he's the best friend a gal could have.<br />
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Jet grew up to be a real looker. She could have easily won prom queen with just the votes from guys in school, but instead she chopped off her hair, and got into sports. She lives, breaths, and dreams sports and exercise, wiggling her way into every girls team in school, plus the boys soccer team. She now attends the local University with a sports major, and every team in the city has heard of her, and wants her to play for them. All that exercise keeps her out of the house, and that suits her just fine. She doesn't like to be around me anymore, because of me, Mom died. She doesn't seem to remember that Mommy dearest was a murderess.<br />
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This is Uncle Dusk, of course. He came to live with us when Mom was taken away, because he was in the last few weeks of his divorce anyway. Turns out Aunt Cherry had been cheating on him with the rich Mr. Gracciay the whole time. We're a family of charmers apparently.<br />
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I haven't slept a full night since I saw Daddy, and apparently, Dusk hasn't either since Mom died. We often spend the early mornings together talking, sometimes drinking coffee or eating cupcakes. It makes me feel safe.<br />
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<i>I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far.</i><br />
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Morganite completely changed. She hardly speaks anymore, only to the horses. She's turned into the perfect little Night-Owl, only leaving the house at night, to sit out at the lake with the wild ponies. There's no point trying with her these days, because she only pushes you further away.<br />
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<i>Because of you, I never stray too far from the sidewalk..</i><br />
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Then there's Jade. Our dancer. All she does is dance, all day, all night. Non-stop. She dates around, and has ease in doing so, with her body perfectly curved due to constant cardio work. I'd tried to tell her that it'd be better to try and settle down, get a job, but she'll have none of it. Dance, then date, then dump, then dance, then dance, then dance. That's Jade's life, and we've all lost her to that world.<br />
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<i>Because of you I learned to play on the safe side, so I don't get hurt</i><br />
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And finally, this is Mike. Who's Mike? Well, he's my fiance.<br />
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Yep, I did well. We met at a 'meeting', years ago. These 'meetings' were where I was sent after Mom was killed to ensure I didn't go crazy like her. His Dad had just been killed at war, and so that was why he was there. We turned to each other for comfort in dark times, and cried with each other when needed. It wasn't until we graduated that it turned out to be romantic, the relationship between us. His body was killer, and his personality was so caring. Knowing him was like a constant hug, and that was just what I needed. He trained for the army, and quickly graduated into the ranks due to some connections his Dad had had. The day he completed his training was the best day of my life.<br />
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<i>I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday of my life.</i><br />
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We walked to the park where we had spent so many of our teenage days, and stopped at the tiny playground. The air was cold, and the leaves shades of orange and red, falling like snow from the sky.<br />
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I sat at the swing, and Mike swooped in and kissed me gently. His hand was soft on my chin, thumb brushing my cheek.<br />
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<i>Because of you I try my hardest to forget everything</i><br />
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I sat there for who knows how long feeling the softness of his lips on mine, the whiskers on his face scratching mine in rough patterns. He suddenly shifted his weight and I moved to try and accommodate the extra weight put on the swing, only to fall off completely, my head falling into a pile of dead leaves.<br />
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Mike started laughing, then picked me up. We walked over to the slide, and sat there where there was slightly more support for us.<br />
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We chatted away, about his future in the ranks, and what I was going to do here at home with all my sisters without him. After I said that, he got real quiet, and thoughtful.<br />
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Suddenly he swung up from his seat on the step, and pinned me against the rail. My breath faltered, as it always did when he was this close. My stomach fluttered, and I slid my hand on his shoulder.<br />
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He brought his face closer to mine, so I could feel his hot breath on my face. His eyes bore into my soul, and he didn't move a muscle. After a minute he moved his mouth to my ear, and spoke quietly, lips brushing my skin.<br />
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"Marry me, Am."<br />
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I drew away, looking in his eyes for any hint of laughter.<br />
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"Then you don't have to stay in that house with all your sisters. you can live in a house with me, and be my wife. I can fight for you in the war, and we can grow old together. Marry me."<br />
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"Yes. A million times yes!"<br />
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And so I fell asleep that night in pure ecstasy, wrapped in his arms.<br />
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So I suppose that catches you up right? What? I forgot someone? Don't be a fool, of course I didn't.<br />
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Moon. The only sister to support my choice of marriage, the only sister to even acknowledge that it was a life changing event for me. Possibly the only sister willing to attend my wedding.<br />
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She was the only other person to see my Mother in the light that I did. A cold blooded murderer. She claimed to have had a feeling about what went down that night, but she was only just toddling, so how could she remember something like that?<br />
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<i>Because of you, I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty.</i><br />
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<i>"</i>Am I making the right choice? I can't rush into anything. But I have known him for years, and I'm 25. I can't wait forever."<br />
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She poked the fire mindlessly, and got a blank look on her face.<br />
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"Is any choice a right one? Could you not pick either path and wish for the other? Is there any way to be truly happy?"<br />
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"Thanks. That helped, Dr.Carmody. Remember to bill me to my personal account." I teased.<br />
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She laughed lightly, and shook her head. She was my sister, and I loved her dearly, as I did all my family, but from her was the only place I got it in return.<br />
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<i>Because of youuu</i><br />
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<i>Because of youuu</i><br />
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<i>*Lyrics- Because of You; Kelly Clarkson*</i>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-42207507850033556992012-01-26T21:53:00.000-08:002012-01-26T21:53:53.908-08:00Generation Three Heiress: Amethyst Carmody!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhd8zJNYPj8FezUOnwISz8S6dP9TdRespMrz63ta7IgrEmt4QPze2kYh1SWIGJb69i4x9EwhyBu6gcy3fbJpAzVesh86vQhdz6sd_RvotTdYL_fIKljPdJddCKHpo1eg6aZT__QomQZQ/s1600/Gen_3_text.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWhd8zJNYPj8FezUOnwISz8S6dP9TdRespMrz63ta7IgrEmt4QPze2kYh1SWIGJb69i4x9EwhyBu6gcy3fbJpAzVesh86vQhdz6sd_RvotTdYL_fIKljPdJddCKHpo1eg6aZT__QomQZQ/s320/Gen_3_text.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Thank you all for voting! I'm so pleased with the results, I can't even tell you! I look forward to starting out the new Gen with my beautiful Blonde!WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-78893965585017621472012-01-20T09:50:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:50:15.718-08:00Generation Three Heir Vote!Okay guys, you know what to do!<br />
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Choose wisely ;)WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-14978788792077155262012-01-19T22:02:00.000-08:002012-01-19T22:02:48.652-08:002.10 ~ My Happy EndingAfter Mom died I gave up. I gave in. Everything that had been building up inside me for so long all came crashing through my fragile walls, and made me die inside. Now, I was a shell, a body with no soul.<br />
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I spent my days in my room. Alone, in old sweats. I hadn't worn anything else since I got 'depressed', as everyone else called it. Dying, depression, it's all the same. You can't stand the pain anymore, so you give up. It just depends how ready your body is for giving up, on whether you leave this planet or not. Mine still had some things to take care of, so here I was, Earthbound for however much longer.<br />
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Suicide. A dirty word. A bad word. A secret word. Not something anyone wanted to talk about, you as much mention it, and you're exiled. No one knows what to do, or if they should do anything at all, so like most things a person doesn't understand, they leave it alone.<br />
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I had thought about it numerous times. A few extra pills in the morning, running to quickly down the hallway, and accidently find myself flying out the window, end of story, pain gone. But how could I do that to the kids? They would never fully understand, and I couldn't not yet.<br />
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Joel didn't know what to do with himself, or me for that matter. Comfort me? Laugh at the pain? Relish in the fact I was defenseless? No, he stayed away. Just like everyone else. If I broke down with him in the room, then I earned a shoulder to cry on, but that wasn't often. I was careful to try and keep the silent neutral look on my face when anyone was around. No need to start the questions now, huh?<br />
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It was on one of the days that I didn't even move that I realized what I had to do. I promised myself when Jinx left that I'd limit my choices more, and try and forget. I lied to myself everyday, trying to believe that that was exactly what I had done. But in truth, all I had done was miss her more.<br />
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Limit the choices.<br />
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Limit my choices.<br />
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Jinx or Joel.<br />
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One or the other.<br />
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Then I remembered what Momma used to say to me when stuck with a choice.<br />
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"If you can't pick one, choose neither."<br />
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Choose neither? Right.<br />
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So then it was decided.<br />
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The next day I sat with Am when she came home from school. She had been watching the TV, but my presence drew her attention away from the channel. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell she had a million questions, but didn't want to ask. I knew I would feel the same way, if I had been her.<br />
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"Hey, Hun"<br />
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"Heya Mom. What's up"<br />
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"Not much, how was school?"<br />
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She raised her eyebrow at me, but it was expected. I hadn't really spoken in weeks, then I ask how was school?<br />
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"Good. Algebra is a real pain in the side, but I'm getting there."<br />
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"That's good."<br />
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Silence fell upon us, and I knew I had to spit out what I wanted to say.<br />
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"You know I love you, Am."<br />
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"Course, Mom! I love you too."<br />
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I stood up, and so did she. I pulled her into my arms, and held her tight. I could feel the steady beat of her heart, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against mine. She was living. One thing she could do, that I couldn't.<br />
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"I mean it, Amethyst. No matter what anybody says in the future, or now for that matter, I never once regretted having you, or stopped loving you for a second."<br />
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She faltered for a second, before replying.<br />
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"Mom, are you okay?"<br />
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Of course she was worried. I would be. This was exactly what Mom said to be before she died.<br />
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"Fine, love. Now how about some help with that Algebra?"<br />
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She nodded, eyes not believing me, but mind knowing it was foolish to carry on the subject.<br />
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We sat on the floor and worked through a whopping 50 algebra questions. It was then that I almost cried, looking at the possibilities she had, and that I also had these possibilities, but mine were shot down a long time ago.<br />
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The Sun soon set over the horizon, and it was time to put the girls to bed. I hadn't had this duty in a long time, normally passed out by this time of day. The girls welcomed me back, though with a little reservation on their faces this time. I'd been gone fore too long, these few weeks with no Mom felt the same for them.<br />
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"Girls, I'd like you to listen to me. I love you both very much. So much, you could never imagine. I just wanted you to know that."<br />
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I got no reply from Jade as she was already quietly snoring from the top bunk.<br />
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"I love you to Mommy" Jet managed to yawn, before her eyes also shut, and her breathing became steady.<br />
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"Good Night girls." I whispered, leaving the room after flicking off the light.<br />
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Then I peeked my head into the room next door, Amethyst's bedroom, to make sure she was okay.<br />
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She was just getting under the covers as I popped my head in. I smiled at her, and said good night, and turned the light off as I left the room.<br />
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My final stop of the night was the room to my youngest. They were both still so fragile, and innocent, I found it hard to imagine that my life could have once been so simple. I could only hope heirs stayed reasonably so.<br />
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They both went into their cribs quietly, tuckered out from a hard day's play. I kissed both their heads, and told them I loved them, before tidying up the toys from the floor. Just as I was about to leave the room, I small wimper met my ears. I turned to find Moon awake, eyes glistening. I rushed over before the tears started.<br />
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Moon grabbed my fingers as I came over.<br />
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"I wuv you" she murmered, bringing my fingers to her mouth. She had only just begun using proper words, and it almost made me cry.<br />
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"I love you too, baby doll."<br />
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"I miss you"<br />
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I was puzzled. Miss me? How could she- no, Dawn don't be an idiot. How could she possibly know what you're about to do??!<br />
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"I'll be here in the morning baby, go to sleep." I gently petted her hair until her eyes closed, and the rise and fall of her chest fell into a steady rhythm.<br />
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Then the game was on.<br />
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I walked to the room, and went to the dresser.<br />
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If I was going to do this, I was gonna do it right.<br />
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Next step, pad over to the bathroom.<br />
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Tie hair back securely, as not to have any distractions. Check.<br />
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And finally, move silently down the stairs as not to alert anyone to the task at hand.<br />
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I moved to the doorway, and he didn't even look up. I moved slightly, shifting my weight, and he was alerted to my presence.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Hey, Hun. What you doing?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Just.. finishing business. Tying up loose ends."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>He finally looked over at me, eyes taking me in, travelling from up to down. That same action sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, but now, nothing.<br />
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"What are you wearing, Dawn?" he asked, obviously perturbed.<br />
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"Theatrics are under-rated, Joel."<br />
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"Are you okay, Dawn? Are you sick? Should I call Dusk over..?"<br />
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"Leave my brother out of this. This problem is between you and me."<br />
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"Problem?"<br />
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"I should say solution, really" I said drawing the gun that had been tightly shoved into a back pocket, bringing it into view.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What the Hell is that, Dawn."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"You're a smart boy, Joel. Can't you see this is a gun?" I mocked, voice dripping with sarcasm, and hatred.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"It's over Joel, accept it. I hate you. I loathe you with every fiber of my being. I want you to die."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>"The fudge are you doing, Dawn?" a voice said behind me, making me jump ever so slightly. I'd have panicked, if I hadn't known the voice so well.<br />
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"What the Hell are you doing here Jinx."<br />
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"I came to get my portrait."<br />
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"NOW?"<br />
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"I've.. I've been busy."<br />
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"Yea okay."<br />
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I drew my fingers to my temple. This was going so wrong.<br />
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"Get in here, now."<br />
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"I don't understand, Dawn. What went wrong? You were such a beautiful person."<br />
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I looked at her in the eye.<br />
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"Karma's a beast. I did wrong, so now I'm all wrong."<br />
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Simple, but true.<br />
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"You can't do this!" Jinx yelled.<br />
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Joel just made little crying sounds in the corner, that were beginning to grind on my nerves.<br />
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It was true. I didn't have to do this. I could run now, let everyone think I ran away with another man. Make a life in Bridgeport. But it was all too late, I'd still be broken.<br />
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"But I have too."<br />
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I rose the gun again, this time determined not to let anything stand in my way. I sidestepped over to Joel.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"This is for ruining everything I had, and ripping away everything I could be."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My husband lay dead at my feet. I tried to feel remorse, or guilt, but nothing came. I really was a bad person now.<br />
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I moved back over to Jinx, who sported a look of content rather then fear. She was a good woman, caught up in a real bad mess. I suddenly thought of dropping the gun, and taking her with me, away from here. Wherever it was that I planned going after I was done. I never planned that far ahead.<br />
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Jinx looked me in the eye, and smiled a half smile.<br />
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"I love you Dawn."<br />
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I looked at her too.<br />
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"I love you as well. More than anything. You're the reason my life changed, because someone decided I needed to feel love. Look how far that got me."<br />
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"Looks to me it got you pretty far."<br />
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It was true. I'd come a long way from the happy housewife of a few years ago. but had I moved up, or down?<br />
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"Goodbye, Jinx. I wish you all the luck in the world getting where you deserve to be, after here."<br />
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She nodded, and I pulled the trigger one, final time.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This time I did not close my eyes. This time, I watched her clutch her heart in agony, and slowly sink to the floor. This time, I watched the woman I love slip away from me, and had to fight the urge to try and bring her back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Her final breath came quickly, and soon she was on the floor with my husband. the decision I couldn't make, laid in front of me. And suddenly it was so clear. I only hurt for the death of one. Therefore, I could have only cared for one.<br />
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But it took their deaths to show me that.<br />
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The sun rose, and a tear left my eye. I wished I had been stronger, been able to decide without hurting anyone else. I was weak, though. So, so weak.<br />
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A padding of bare feet on the stairs alerted me to my idiocy. Alerted me to how foolish I had been, doing the job in my own home, with me kids upstairs.<br />
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"Momma! What have you done?!" Amethyst exclaimed.<br />
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I turned to try and explain, but she had already run for the phone.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-40524215299844184742012-01-14T22:03:00.000-08:002012-01-14T22:03:47.376-08:002.9 ~ Limit My Options<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15yUP-8xui0g827lgTBRKwuHHsI0QvARVY-9xWG32SU7pRwUhJnyF_2j64dt0HN3jkr8uctArDwrXLQjaOK0zt0w7VMqSF2AGzLSGyYclvjNcNGu2D1oj6m6IaJIRe9_dHCCTZyhv06U/s1600/Screenshot-1734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15yUP-8xui0g827lgTBRKwuHHsI0QvARVY-9xWG32SU7pRwUhJnyF_2j64dt0HN3jkr8uctArDwrXLQjaOK0zt0w7VMqSF2AGzLSGyYclvjNcNGu2D1oj6m6IaJIRe9_dHCCTZyhv06U/s320/Screenshot-1734.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yes. It will be this afternoon, please try and arrive for 5pm. We are holding up, thank you Mrs. Langerak. I'll see you then."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had put myself in charge of the funeral. Both Jinx, and Joel had offered, but I thought it best to do this last thing for Mom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The doctor had been able to tell us that she had gone peacefully, in her sleep. Her heart had just stopped, not a cardiac arrest, just..stopped. The doctor said that some people just feel they've had their time, and let go of life, but I just couldn't ever imagine Momma ever just giving up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I had put together a memorial of sorts. A marble podium stood at the end of a rose-edged walkway. On the podium were two tanks, each with its own butterfly. These butterflies were the only thing my Mom cared about other then her music, and of course us. They were caught years and years ago, its a miracle they aren't dead really, but they served well for this occasion. The only other thing in the memorial was Mom's old keyboard, something we planned to keep around the house for memories sake.<br />
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We had planned a small family-only get together before the rest of the guests arrived, to mourn privately.<br />
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Jinx came to our private ceremony, as I wouldn't have it any other way. Joel broke down, even though I expected him to keep up a brave front for the family. Jinx was bawling even before she arrived, as her and my Mom had truly bonded over these past few years. And, don't let's forget poor Amethyst. She was so, so close to Mom, more so then myself even. They shared secrets, and ate cookies, and talked about other Grandmother-Granddaughter things. All the things that the other girls had yet to have, and now, never would.<br />
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The middle girls were old enough to understand that something was very wrong, and they knew Grandma was gone, but our little 'uns were totally unaware. They were placed in the garden, and left to do their own thing while the grown-ups mourned.<br />
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When I took a moment from mourning, I realized that there was a guest who was uninvited. He was an older man, hair greying, but body still fit and strong.<br />
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He must have known Mom, because he was quietly crying away from the crowd. I was going to approach him, but decided to wait until firstly, Dusk and Cherry arrived, and secondly, all the friends of the family had arrived. Plus, he was doing no harm.<br />
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Dusk arrived later then we had planned, due to Damien's babysitter turning up late. Of course, we didn't mind, I just needed someone to hold me while I cried, so I knew that they were going through the exact same thing as I was. Dusk didn't cry, I mean, his wife was there, and he was a man now, but he didn't smile. Not once. That said something.<br />
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Mom's old friend arrived right on time, at 5pm, just as the night was creeping in on us. They were losing some of their memories, and were a but confused, but Ms.Landgraab kept Mrs. Langerak in line.<br />
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As the night came in, Amethyst asked me a favour. The honor to play 'Amazing Grace' at her Grandmother's funeral, on her Grandmother's old keyboard. I had no clue she could play, but she told me that Mother had been teaching her. Jinx spoke up asking to sing, which of course, I allowed her to do.<br />
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They spoke a few words, and then Am sat down and played a short intro before Jinx opened her mouth, and the angels sang with her..<br />
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<i>Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,<br />
That saved a wretch like me.<br />
I once was lost but now am found,<br />
Was blind, but now I see.</i><br />
<i>T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.<br />
And Grace, my fears relieved.<br />
How precious did that Grace appear<br />
The hour I first believed.</i><br />
<i>Through many dangers, toils and snares<br />
I have already come;<br />
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far<br />
and Grace will lead me home.</i><br />
<i>The Lord has promised good to me.<br />
His word my hope secures.<br />
He will my shield and portion be,<br />
As long as life endures.</i><br />
<i>Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,<br />
And mortal life shall cease,<br />
I shall possess within the veil,<br />
A life of joy and peace.</i><br />
<i>When we've been here ten thousand years<br />
Bright shining as the sun.<br />
We've no less days to sing God's praise<br />
Than when we've first begun.</i><br />
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</i><i>Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,<br />
That saved a wretch like me.<br />
I once was lost but now am found,<br />
Was blind, but now I see.</i><br />
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It was beautiful, and all the dry eyes were crying again, her words touching all our hearts. I took the opportunity to go over to the strange man, and introduce myself.<br />
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"Hello Sir. I don't believe I know you. did you know Alexis?"<br />
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"Hello, and that I did. My name is Damien, Alexis and I were very close. So close in fact, that the purple butterfly over there was caught by yours truly."<br />
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Damien. Oh, so that's why Mom freaked at my nephew's name. Small world, huh?<br />
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"What relation are you to Lexi, may I ask miss?" He inquired.<br />
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"I am ..uh.. was her daughter, Dawn Carmody. And that man over there, is my twin brother Dusk."<br />
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"Wow. Twins. She married then?" He asked, eyes shining.<br />
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"Never. She never married, sir."<br />
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He touched the ring that was tied around his neck by some thread, pondering the information he had just gotten.<br />
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"How odd. Neither did I." He smiled, and I did too. Suddenly, int he back of my head, I had this urge to grow close to this man. I ignored it, of course. This man was a perfect stranger to me.<br />
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"I am about to take my Mother's grave to the graveyard while my husband winds down the guests. Would you care to accompany me?" I offered.<br />
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"No, no thats okay. I will get going now. Thank you for having me, and I'm very sorry for your loss. She was a gem."<br />
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I nodded, and watched his car drive away before hopping into my own.<br />
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I went to the graveyard alone, and laid my Mother's grave in the space we had bought. I stood and cried for a little while, before leaving what I had left of my Mother in the cold graveyard. <i>R.I.P Alexis Carmody</i><br />
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I arrived home to find the house silent. Joel was asleep in the living room, Am, Jade, and Jet asleep in their beds, and Moon and Morgan gurgling from the nursery. I popped my head in to say goodnight to my youngest, before heading to bed.<br />
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The next morning, I woke to find Jinx snoring quietly beside me, still dressed in her dress from last night, face stained with the tears shed hours before.<br />
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I got out of bed as silently as I could, so not to wake Jinx. Without bothering to change, I crept downstairs to the kitchen for some Coffee. Ah coffee, java, <b>caffeine. </b>It was my drug, my stimulant. My only way of functioning these days, what with everything going on. Mom's death had given me a window of time to think of the events with Jinx. To give myself time to decide, to choose. Keep me happy, or the kids happy?<br />
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The first taste was the best. It was a flood of warmth, sugar, and energy. Just what I needed, but I always needed more. It cleared my mind. It made me see that I was spoilt, spoilt for choice. I had too many options on what to do with my life.<br />
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"Too much coffee is a bad thing you know." a familiar voice chimed before me.<br />
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I looked up to see the face of a beautiful woman, and a beautiful person. Someone I loved dearly, and it was then I knew what to do, I had to limit my options.<br />
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"Jinx, we need to talk. Get changed and meet me in the living room. Joel's gone to work, and we need to do this before the girls wake up."<br />
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She nodded, before rushing up the stairs, with me close behind. I threw on the black garments I had worn all week in remembrance.<br />
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We sat in the living room, and I didn't know what to say. I loved her, so so much, but it had to end. I had to limit my choices.<br />
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"Jinx. We have to end this. I'm no good as a Mother when I'm with you."<br />
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She faltered.<br />
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"What? you're breaking up with me?"<br />
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"We were never really together, Jinx. It was one time. I love you, so much, but it can't go on."<br />
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She nodded, silently.<br />
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She bit her lip to keep from crying, and looked away.<br />
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"I understand. Your family has to come first, above everything. Could we still be friends? and just that?"<br />
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I looked at her face, contorted with pain, tears threatening to spill.<br />
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"No, Jinx. I don't think that's a good idea."<br />
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She nodded again, before standing.<br />
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Then she snapped, and fell on my shoulder crying, no, sobbing. She made quiet sniffling sounds, and her makeup stained my shirt, but I didn't mind. I was crying now too.<br />
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She rose her face to meet mine, and kissed me briefly. It was hard, passionate, and full of emotion, and way to short. I wanted her more then anything in the world, but I had to fight my fickle restraint system, and limit my options.<br />
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"I'll go now." She said, forcing the pain off her face best she could.<br />
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"I love you." I whispered.<br />
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"You too, Dawn. And I always will, no matter how hard you try and drive me away, I'll always love you."<br />
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And with that she was gone. The woman who finally showed me friendship, and love. The woman who was with me through all the bad times, and taught me to be true to myself. The woman who was my emotional pillar through all this mess, and without her I could already feel myself crumbling down.<br />
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I grabbed another coffee, and a few Simsprins for my raging headache. I sat at the table, regret flooding my body. What had I just thrown away? The best thing I ever had. I had chosen wrong, and made my life a misery. It was then I realized that even though I had thrown Jinx out of my life, I was still undecided on what, or who, I wanted.<br />
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And so I decided.<br />
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I had to limit my options again. Permanently.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-4172905283866190472012-01-02T21:46:00.000-08:002012-01-02T21:46:21.653-08:00Chapter 2.8 ~ Realizations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLbXfk0iHGU/TwJ5XOlI61I/AAAAAAAABO0/CI3L0_aSZ10/s1600/Screenshot-1715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLbXfk0iHGU/TwJ5XOlI61I/AAAAAAAABO0/CI3L0_aSZ10/s320/Screenshot-1715.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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"It's finished, Jinx! Come see!" I cried out to an almost empty house, only containing Jinx, my Mother, and Myself.<br />
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Jinx came skipping in, a smile on her face. Her eyes danced with her smile, resting first on me, then the painting of her. It turned out well, if I do say so myself.<br />
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"It's gorgeous, Dawn. I love it, completely and entirely, I love it!"<br />
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She threw her hands around me, still beaming like an idiot.<br />
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"Thank you, so much" She whispered in my ear, hot breath on my neck.<br />
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"You're welcome, Jinx. It was my pleasure. You have no idea how much I loved painting this for you!"<br />
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She pulled away, obviously thinking, by the way her brow was slightly furrowed.<br />
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"I want you to come out with me, to a club. Tonight." Jinx said, looking me dead in the eye.<br />
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"Ah.. Um I don't know about that." Clubs weren't always fun for people like me. People who could just about kill themselves to a song fast enough.<br />
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"Well I do. You need a break. Come, please? My treat, my thank you." Jinx pleaded, eyes growing large, bottom lip jutting out.<br />
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I looked at her, and then quickly thought of how I had planned to spend my night. Alone with a book, or with the girls if they'd have me.<br />
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Yea, Am and I were having some problems. She was always a Daddy's girl, and from her point of view, I was hurting her Daddy real bad. One day she'd understand, so I let her win every fight. I didn't want two enemies in this house.<br />
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All my girls were angels though. All of them tried their hardest not to cause trouble, and help out. I knew that for one evening, my house would be in safe hands.<br />
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"Sure, Jinx. I'll come with you." I replied. She got that excited look in her eye, and jumped all around like a school girl. I promised to meet her in my bathroom after lunch for a make-over, and she then bounded off to make a meal.<br />
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I went through after her, to set the table for our meal, only to find Mom already eating.<br />
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Mom had been doing better lately, if not greying slightly around the edges. She was still my Momma though, and I saw her as nothing but beautiful. She was eating, smiling, and talking a bunch more. Somehow I thought of her as more peaceful then confused these days. I was happy that she had broken out of her funk, as it had been a constant worry to me.<br />
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Mom came slowly over to me when I entered the room, and wrapped her arms around me. I clung to her like I always did, stroking her back in hopes to calm her. This technique I had picked up from Jinx.<br />
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"I need you to stay the strong girl I raised you as, Dawn." Mom said suddenly.<br />
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I was confused, and silent.<br />
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"Don't let anyone tell you that you don't deserve something, or that you're not good enough. You're always good enough. You deserve love, and lots of it."<br />
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"Are you okay Momma?" I whispered, not wanting to alert Jinx to the worry in the next room.<br />
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"I'm perfect, love. I just need you to know that I love you. So much. And no matter what you decide to do with your problems, I'll support those decisions."<br />
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"I love you too Mom. Thank you."<br />
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~~ 9 hours later ~~~<br />
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Hours later, I was stood in an elevator with Jinx at my side. The pounding music could already be heard above me, and I was made up to look almost nothing like myself. Truth be told, I loved it. Not one person could guess I was a mother to 5 kids right now.<br />
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Jinx had told me to forget about my life, and my troubles and have fun tonight. So I really let loose, and put the hips I had craved in High School into my new 'Sexy Walk' out of the elevator. Jinx laughed lightly, not wanting to crush my hopes at looking as good as her.<br />
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Jinx took my hand as we walked into the main dance floor, and lead me to where the music was loudest. The room was near empty, but after all it was a Tuesday night, not a Saturday.<br />
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I took a deep breath and forgot my name, my husbands name, and let myself go wild.<br />
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We started on the dancefloor. Jinx had a talent with where to put her body to be completely provocative while not looking idiotic. A Talent I lacked.<br />
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I fell over in these stupid heels that Jinx strapped me in more times then I cared to remember. I was quickly pulled back up, and a smile would always find itself back on my face.<br />
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It was impossible not to have fun when I was out with Jinx. She let herself loose, and everything that I loved about her in everyday life blossomed and made themselves the key points of Jinx. Her hair moved silently, and her hips twisted around me like she had planned both our steps hours before hand. Hell, maybe she had.<br />
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We soon made our way to the bubble blowing machine. I finally was able to show Jinx up in some sense because I had a skill for bubble blowing. Oh Gosh, I just realized how sad that sounds.<br />
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It's true though. Mine always came out big, and colorful, while Jinx's were normally quite petite and shiny.<br />
Not that everything was a competition, but this was me, and I always strive for the best.<br />
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After a while we both grew bored. I began to feel like a young-again wannabe, with my warm body causing the already thin clothing to cling tightly to my body. Jinx was the same way, though didn't show it quite as much.<br />
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"Dawn, in the next room there's a hot-tub. We could freshen up in there. Plus, I love the bubbles!" She gushed. Those bubbles sure had an impact on her.. but I did want to rid myself of the too-tight fabric, so I agreed.<br />
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"So, why the Hell is there a hot-tub in a dance club?" I questioned, climbing in next to her.<br />
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"Lots of reasons. For fun, too cool off, to warm up." She paused. "Woohoo."<br />
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Suddenly, this whole hot-tub idea, was making me feel worse about myself. Especially in this swimsuit provided my the club. It was racy, and also tight. Now hearing this.. probably 100% infected. Ew.<br />
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"Relax!" She scoffed. "I'm only joking."<br />
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"Yea, likely story." I toyed, leaning back into the seat next to her.<br />
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I relaxed for a moment in total silence, other then the music from the next room. Jinx sighed lightly, and I suddenly regretted not using the hot tub at home more.<br />
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I glanced over to Jinx, who in turn glanced to me. Something was troubling her, and I knew that getting her to spill would be an easy feat.<br />
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"Jinx. what's up?" I began, knowing the answer already.<br />
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"Nothing. Just thinking."<br />
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"Fine. Penny for your thoughts."<br />
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She managed a thin smile, but her mind was somewhere else.<br />
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"Trust me Jinx. You know you can."<br />
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She nodded once, and turned toward me.<br />
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"Dawn. I don't want you to hate me, but you will. I don't want you to judge me, but you will. I want you to accept me, but you won't. These may be the last words we speak together, but I have to tell you. Dawn. I'm a lesbian. And I l- want you to understand."<br />
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I was shocked. That's the understatement of the year, I was absolutely blown away. Why hadn't she told me before?!<br />
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"You're lesbian. And you never told me?" I asked gently.<br />
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I think I'd always known. The little touches, 'friendly' kisses, and paying no attention to my husband or any other man in general. I'd always known but never admitted it to myself.<br />
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"I'm sorry."<br />
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I stayed silent, as silent as I could, thinking. She made a small sound in her throat, and I knew I had to ask the question that we both knew was coming.<br />
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"Are...are you attracted to me, Jinx?"<br />
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She looked at me, then at the water. Traced the small waves with her eyes, then followed the lines of my legs back to my eyes.<br />
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"Immensely so." she whispered.<br />
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I looked at her, and had to make some quick decisions. Stay with my husband, who hates me, and I him at the moment, or give in to my deep rooting adoration of the woman beside me, and finally feel love.<br />
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No brainer.<br />
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"Jinx.. I.. think.. I think I love you."<br />
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She looked at me and beamed. I could see doubt in her eyes, but at the same time, she was like a child on Christmas. Not wanting to let themselves believe that they had their wishes granted, but not wanting them to be taken away if they had been.<br />
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She laid her arm around my shoulder gently. She made baby steps toward me. Hadn't I had this before? With Joel? No. I had never been this excited with Joel.<br />
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A hand grasped mine under the water, firmly, but not meant to restrict. I could pull away at any moment. I knew what was coming, and I could hardly hold myself back.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had had the most perfect of nights, but now realized what kind of trouble I had put myself into. Should I stay with my husband for the kids, or stand up for myself and go for what I love? It was all so hard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Then what? My art? The car? Our house? The yard? Your job? " my voice was getting louder, words spilling out before I thought them through.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Let me just tell you, please." He asked, voice tired, and old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Joel collapsed on the couch, head on his knees. I suddenly looked around for signs of the kids, or anyone, but fund nothing. Anger died away, and panic rose.<br />
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"Joel?" I croaked.<br />
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"Dawn. Your Mother passed away last night. She's gone."<br />
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I'm a no one in this world. I have to do something to get me remembered. <i>Something.</i><br />
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After the original sketches were finished, Jinx's painting was the easiest thing to do in the world! I had her image permanently imprinted to my mind. The way her lips were always too dark for anyone with a fashion conscious mind to accept, due to the way her skin was whiter them milk on the warmest days of summer. I had put my all into this painting, and honestly, it was good Jinx was around here with me, because otherwise, the family would have come to a standstill.<br />
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</div><div>Jinx took over main care of my children. They didn't mind in the slightest, as they all adored her. It was the same reversed. Jinx was finally getting a chance at motherhood, and being a sibling, all at once. It was new to her, and sometimes, she would need a little help. Like when it came to braiding Jet's long hair. It was difficult for her to get her fingers, no matter how nimble, around the locks without causing poor Jet to wail in pain. I'm sure it never really hurt, Jet's always been a tad dramatic.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Amethyst has warmed up to Jinx incredibly. Those two are inseparable, the way I wish I was with her. She tells Jinx all her secrets, as she does with me, but sometimes Jinx will mention in passing something Am decided wasn't worth telling me. Or that I shouldn't be told. It hurt, really it did, but I couldn't let her see that.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Jinx was a dab hand in the kitchen. Anything she touched, tasted brilliant. We hadn't had to scrape burnt bits off of our meals for weeks! She was always willing to make the meal, never once complaining. I once asked her about it, and she grew very quiet.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"My Momma. She used to cook with me. It reminds me of her." </div><div><br />
</div><div>It was the first time I'd seen her feel any negative emotion. Apparently her Mom died in hospital a while back now. The wound on Jinx's heart was raw, but healing, as she put it.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I continued to grow. With new life. with new hope. Maybe with a new way to bring Joel back to me. He hadn't spoken to me other then greetings for what.. eight days now? I could feel him slipping away, and I desperately wanted him back, with me, in my arms, like we were all those years ago. I missed him.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We had been given news that we were to expect twins with this birth, again. Apparently it's an increased multiples rate, being a multiple myself , but Dusk still only has little Damien. Odd.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>It had been a really hard morning already, my back killing, fake labor pains all through the night, and Joel gone before I woke up.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Jinx was out of her apartment, and to our house by 9AM, and by that time, I had gone from cranky, to empty. Just empty, stripped of emotion. Should I even care anymore? I mean, it's not like I'm not used to him ignoring me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"What do you think of it?" I asked, gesturing to the portrait, as I felt Jinx's presence arrive behind me. Take note that I felt it. I never hear her enter a room.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"It's extremely flattering. I'm sure my nose is more crooked then that" she laughed airily.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I managed a tight smile, but still the cold, empty feel of the day consumed me.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Have I lost him, Jinx?" I whispered, my eyes now closed, paintbrush lowered.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Not yet. You still have control here. Don't let him slip, if you still love him." Her hand slinked its way onto my shoulders, thumbs making small circles, relieving some pent up tension that had been growing in my body.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"I love him. But aren't you supposed to let what you love go? And if it ever loved you, it would come back?" My voice has risen three pitches, desperation creeping into every word.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"You could try. But is it worth risking it?" Her voice was level, and missing her normal sweetness. Seriousness claimed her emotional state, and she was telling me everything she thought.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I walked to a chair in the corner, laying my forehead in my hands, silent tears threatening to spill.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Jinx came over and kissed my hair gently, as my Mother had done when I was little.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Don't let him be the one who gets away, Dawn. Keep him close, if it's what you want. Think about yourself for once." then she exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.</div><div><br />
</div><div>She was right, I thought about others too often. More so then myself. But what if thinking of myself made Joel miserable? Made him unable to live his life, like he deserved to? Gosh. Sometimes, I wish I had died the lonely cat woman I'd planned to be.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I heard Jinx holler at me from the kitchen, that it was time to eat lunch. Eat? How long had I been left alone? Long enough to make a meal? Apparently.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Am was at school, and the girls napping upstairs. Joel was.. ah, who knows. Work, hopefully.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My Mom had only just risen, and was still in her nightgown. She was worrying me lately. Doctors called it Depression, but really, why should she be depressed? Then again, in the state I'm in, I may as well accept another heap to my already heaving plate.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Jinx ate something left over from the morning, as my Mother and I tucked into a Greek Salad. No one spoke, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. We all had thoughts to dwell upon, and no one needed to talk about their problems. The only person whose thoughts I couldn't read were my Mothers.. but who could anymore?</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I went back to my painting after the dishes were done. I heard the door latch about a half hour later, indicating that my Mother must have gone out. Jinx wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to me. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Then it happened.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>The first pang of labor was so familiar now, I should be ready for it. Of course though, I wasn't. It rippled down my spine, and over my bloated stomach. I planned to be calm, you know, third time the charm and all, but a scream left my mouth before I even saw it coming.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Jinx bolted through, her own face contorted with fear. It was then I remembered that I was the first pregnant woman she had ever met. And now she was the only one around for my labor.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Jinx. Hospital, now. Get the car." She nodded, eyes not leaving the puddle forming at my feet. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>She was back in the studio before I knew what was happening. I heard the rumble of the engine outside, and I began to make my way to he door. Jinx gave a little sigh of exasperation, and scooped me up in her slender arms, swiftly leading me to the car.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I was laid in the back seat, and we sped off. The journey was quick. I knew we were speeding, and we should slow down, but I already had urges to push. How far apart were he contractions now? Okay, count.</div><div>One, two, three, four. Four minutes? No, that can't be right. Count again.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>We arrive before I could count the minutes again. This time I walk, and I'm quick, because I'm worried. I'm immediately placed in a wheelchair, and taken to Labor & Delivery. Jinx is sterilized, and quickly follows me into the room. None of the nurses know what to do with this baby, rushing to get to the world, so the doctor is paged. She comes, rapidly throwing her white uniform over a stained blouse. Obviously someone was on her way home.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Two and a half hours later, record time, I delivered two beautiful baby girls. Jinx joked hat it was two more to add to our pack, and I beamed at her. Mom was in a room across the hall, being told to quieten down her excited squeals over her two new granddaughters. Two more angels to cherish. But what would Joel think? I knew he wanted a Son.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Wait. Joel?</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Jinx. Where's Joel?"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Her face crumpled to a frown, and I worried for her answer.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"I called him four times. Once on the way here, twice while you were in labor, and again just now. No answer. No show."</div><div><br />
</div><div>I had a flood of emotions. Anger, Betrayal, Sadness. Then my cold nothing, my icy empty, that I have learnt to expect when talking of my husband.</div><div><br />
</div><div>By the evening, I was allowed home, with my two gorgeous girls, Moonstone, and Morganite. Moon and Morgan for short.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I traveled cooing to them in the back sea, while Jinx's face remained hard.</div><div><br />
</div><div>As we walked through the door, my Mom took the two baskets from my hands, fussing over me, and the girls. Am came barreling down the stairs, to see her new sisters. Even Jet and Jade were catching on to the excitement, and peeking into the baskets Mom had set on the floor.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I made my way upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, when I walked by the office. Inside I saw Joel. My anger boiled over, and I began to see everything in a haze of red. My vision blurred, my mind exploded.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Jinx trotted up the stairs, to find me clinging to the railing at the top of the staircase. My knuckles were white, nails digging into my palms. Eyes glazed, most likely. A hard stare at the wall rose to meet her sympathetic eyes. That did it. I wasn't going to be pitied. I was going to stand up for myself.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Joel. Get out here now." My voice was hard, and rough. Like I hadn't had a drink in days.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>He sighed loudly, and it was all I could do not to rip the railing from the floor. Sauntering out, he seemed to realize what he had done. What had happened.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Babe, I-" he began.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Don't babe me. You missed the birth of our daughters. You have left me this whole pregnancy. It's like being married to a dead man!" I yelled, tears leaking from my eyes, but I was unable to tell if I was crying from anger, or sadness.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"I was worki-"</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Yea. You were working. I know. So do we all. We all know that this family is a second to work. With the way your being, it may even be a third to someone else as well."</div><div><br />
</div><div>He went to speak, but I cut him off. His face was hard, but his eyes were burning with sadness. I couldn't care less.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Fudge you." I whispered. "Fudge you. Fudge us."</div><div><br />
</div><div>He went to touch my arm, but I pulled away. </div><div><br />
</div><div>"Go to Hell." I murmured, barely audible. </div><div><br />
</div><div>He make a small sound. A sob? Before leaving for the study again. I didn't know where we stood now, but I wasn't happy with it.</div><div><br />
</div><div>A pair of arms slid their way around my waist, a hand rubbed my back, and then stroked my hair as I cried. I may have felt dreadfully lonely, and abandoned, even forgotten.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>But there had always been one person who was strong. Jinx would always be here for me.</div><div><br />
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</div>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-60252232703598120212011-12-22T20:20:00.000-08:002011-12-22T20:20:27.250-08:002.6 ~ Opportunity Comes KnockingLife mostly continued as normal. My family fell into happy routines, and basically were happy living their lives as they were.<br />
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</div>Most of the time I left the store quite downcast, and depressed. I always imagined my work in a big gallery, or hung on the walls of the rich and famous. Not in a dingy consignment store, who had passed their prime before I was born. I hurt, but money was money, and that was something we just seemed to consantly need more of.<br />
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Amethyst has taken up a rather unexciting hobby, that most others her age has also picked up..watching TV. And lots of it. Sometimes she would put a movie on, but a lot of the time she would watch the news, or just anything else she could find to pass the time. I'm not sure why she enjoyed it, but who was I to deprive her of her fun?<br />
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But when she turned 9, we decided that we needed to do *something* to get her out of the house. We bought her a bike. Not a big one, nothing fancy, but a bike. She loved it, and we knew it was a good move. The TV bill went right down. We were wary at first, letting her out on it alone, as she was so young. We soon came to realize though that this was silly. It was a nice town, more or less, and as long as she rode around in the day time, there was always a neighborhood watch on to protect her. She mainly went to one place, every day. Only one place drew her back more then once..<br />
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Dusk's house. It was a pretty big place, plenty of room for him and the new arrival. Yep, they had a baby boy not to long ago now. They called our house wiht the news, and guess who picked up first.. that's right, Am.<br />
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"You had a what-now?"<br />
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His name is Damien. I think it's a very beautiful name, but when Dusk told Mom she just about died. Literally. All the blood rushed out of her face, and she didn't really speak for the rest of the day. I'm not sure why that name got her, but what ever reason she had, it must have been a good one.<br />
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Am was the first to decide on regular visits to her cousin. We all wanted to, of course, but work and my own kids sort of got in the way. We of course, visited the little guy sometimes, but not as often as we'd like. Amy took care of that. She was forever over at Dusk's house, playing with her little cousin, who by the way, is a right cutie!<br />
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The same hair mystery as Jet has, but definitely his Daddy's green eyes. Obviously dressed to his Daddy's taste as well. Typical, huh?<br />
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My other girls also found ways to pass the time. With dolls from their Grandma. Yea, Mom decided to treat them, and by golly has it worked a charm. I don't think we've heard as much as a peep out of either of them since! Sometimes, if you listen really, really carefully, you can hear Jet singing to her Doll as I do to her. It's beautiful, but she's so dreadfully shy it almost always ceases as anyone walks into the room.<br />
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So life continued on, until one day Joel brought home.. a surprise, shall we say? I can't really say that, as it was a person. A lady to be precise. As she walked up the drive with Joel, I can't say that I wasn't at all suspicious, but I needn't have been at all.<br />
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She walked in the door, and Joel just smiled at her, and planted a kiss on my cheek, saying that Jinx could explain the rest.<br />
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Well I greeted her in a true Dawn fashion, and gave her a quick friendly squeeze. She let out a slight laugh, and it rang through the house like bells. It reminded me of the twins' laugh, but somehow the pitch had a more mystical air about it.<br />
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She had a look of being .. out of place in our home. Not uncomfortable, but definitely out of place.<br />
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"I'm Dawn, Joel's wife" I beamed, hoping to set her at some sort of ease in the environment.<br />
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"I'm Jinx. Jinx Lightning. I'm Joel's work partner's sister." Her voice was also higher then mine, and had a way of calming you, while making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. She had the slightest Transimvanian accent, obviously just caught from a relative, rather then living in the country itself.<br />
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"How can I help you, Jinx?" I asked pleasantly. Her name fit her laugh, and her voice. Magical.<br />
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"I heard that you paint, Ms Carmody? Is this rumor true?"<br />
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"It is, yes. I paint for a living, and please call me Dawn."<br />
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"I wonder, Ms..ah Dawn, if you could paint me a portrait? Of myself, that is?"<br />
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I was shocked. She was, very very beautiful. I looked her over quickly. Strong features, pale skin tones, and the electrifying, ice blue eyes. I was sure I could do her justice, with adequate time to work.<br />
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"I'd love to paint you! You'd have to spend some time around here, with me and the kids, but I'm sure I could make a painting you'd like very much in the end."<br />
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"I will pay you, Dawn, for your trouble."<br />
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I went to reject the offer, happy for some sort of work to do, not just waiting around for the baby to be born, but she interjected.<br />
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"Don't try to deny me! I have the funds ready, and I am not one to.. ah.. mooch thing off of people. Please, don't insult me with a refusal."<br />
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I just shook my head, and she beamed at me, showing a row of perfect teeth.<br />
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We spent much time together while I began her painting. She would stand and talk with me, as I sketched to the canvas the bold lines of her nose, and cheek bones, then the soft corners to her mouth, and eyes.<br />
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She was extremely fascinated with the growing life inside me. She was an only child, and never met anyone in my 'condition' before. She wondered at the growing size of my womb, and how I wasn't in constant agony. We spent a long time over coffee discussing the whole.. uh.. process. Needless to say Mom was outside, and Am was at school. She didn't need THAT conversation quite yet.<br />
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My days quickly filled with painting, and sketching. Joel was forced to step up and be a Father for once! He spent his time off in the nursery now, instead of on the computer. If he ever brought up the time I spent with Jinx, I would remind him of who brought her home, and that would soon shut him up.<br />
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Every day though, Jinx would leave either when the sun set, or when we finished our evening meal, depending on whether she had stayed to eat or not. And you can bet, that everyday, I went to bed exhausted.<br />
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Carrying around my own weight, plus a baby all day while concentrating on not messing up the painting? Not an easy task, especially with all the morning-but-actually-all-day sickness.<br />
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I'd go to bed each night, and fall fast asleep. I didn't even bother to look at Joel's new bedside picture..ughh..maybe in the morning..<br />
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A lot has happened since the last time I wrote, so Ill just take this little time away from the kids to tell you about it.<br />
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The first thing we did after Amethyst ( fondly referred to as Amy) was settled into our little family, was get married. Now, as you can imagine, no one was up for celebrating the day, or really, the marriage at all. Joel and I made our way down to the City Hall, alone, and really quite sullen.<br />
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A few signatures later, and I was a married woman. No more little teenage Dawn, I was a wife, and a Mom. Things had to change in my life, and quickly. So they did.<br />
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After we were married, everyone realized something and quickly. Our little 2 bedroom condo was indeed just that: little. We had to upgrade, so we contacted a few people, and soon found ourselves in a beautiful family home, plenty big enough for us all.<br />
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Everyone was happy for a while. Years, passed, and soon Dusk and I left school.<br />
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We both graduated with honors. I was offered a full scholarship to Simford, but had to turn it down. It was one of the hardest things Ive done, but I couldn't just up and leave my family for school. Amy was just a baby then, and she could barely speak at that time, let alone fend for herself while I was away. Okay.. maybe she wouldn't have to fend for herself..Dusk was there.<br />
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For a while. Then he dropped a bombshell.<br />
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"Mom? Dawn? Amy? I have something to tell you... I'm moving out with Cherry."<br />
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Oh yea..Cherry. Dusk's wife. Now, don't get me wrong, she's a great girl. I just don't like her all that much. She's overly flirty, smears every sentence she speaks with layer upon layer of sickly sweetness, and dresses in clothing that I'd have been embarrassed to glance at on the mannequin. Over all though, she was alright. Pretty as anything, as in love with my brother as humanly possible, and as far as I knew, not on anything she shouldn't be on.<br />
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In my books, that makes a person okay.<br />
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Mom was devastated. I mean devastated. She spent a few days locked in her room, crying. I'd go in when she'd let me, and she'd cry on my shoulder, saying over and over that everyone she loves goes away. It was quite the sight, but after a while, Dusk was aloud into her room, and they talked it out.<br />
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The evening of their departure arrived quicker then anyone really wanted it to (aside from Cherry who only wished it'd been sooner). I spent a little while saying my farewells to Cherry.<br />
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"I'll miss you all!! I'll miss staying here! I mean, you guys are so awesome! I just love you all! OMG! I just realized, I <i>am </i>one of you guys now! AHH! That means I'm awesome too!"<br />
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See? She's alot to handle all in one go..<br />
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"Awe, hun! You'll be round here all the time! We'll miss having you here, but you guys need some privacy!"<br />
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She laughed at this, probably a little lost at my lack of..pep. Yea, it's pep.<br />
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As our conversation ended, I drew a small gift from it's hiding spot in the house, and brought it outside to Cherry. It wasn't really anything, just a duvet cover for their new house that I'd picked up during the week, but from Cherry's reaction, you'd think I'd given her all the riches of the world!<br />
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"Oh my Gosh. Oh dear me. Oh Gosh! Oooh! I love it, Dawny! I love it! It's so pretty! You're so awesome!"<br />
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Awesome= Cherry's favorite word.<br />
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No, I don't think Ill miss waking up to her energy every morning.<br />
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Then came the real hard part.<br />
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I kept the silly smile glued to my face. Mom was already on the verge of tears, Dusk didn't need to feel worse.<br />
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"I'm going to miss you, Dusk" I whispered.<br />
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"I'm gonna miss you too, Dawn."<br />
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Now, I know it was only ten minutes in the car, but we'd never been apart. From the womb, to today, there'd never been a time I didn't have my brother by my side.<br />
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"You're going to visit me right? Don't just forget about us legacy people over here" I laughed gently, trying desperately to lighten the mood, before these tears spilt.<br />
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"Course. I mean, you can hardly be expected to live with Mom, Joel, AND Amy for any length of time!"<br />
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This time, I really laughed. It was muffled though, as those tears had shown themselves, and I was bawling into his shoulder.<br />
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"I love you Dusk"<br />
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"Love you too, Dawn"<br />
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He stroked my hair gently, until Mom gently cleared her throat behind me. I pulled away slowly, not wanted to let go of Dusk.<br />
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"Take care of yourself, baby boy" Mom said firmly, but with love, into Dusk's ear.<br />
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"You know I will Mom. I love you."<br />
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"I love you too."<br />
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I knew that they had said their true goodbyes earlier, when nobody else was around. Mom wouldn't let him leave with a few simple lines, I knew that for certain.<br />
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Dusk then swooped to my feet, and snatched Amethyst up, tickling her the whole way. She screamed with laughter, letting that beautiful sound ring out for the whole world to hear.<br />
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"Bye Bye Amy. Be good for Mommy."<br />
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"Gowing?" Amy said, head to the side, eyes slightly glazed. She may not have been able to talk all that well, or understand everything to perfection, but she did love her Uncle, and she knew something was happening.<br />
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"Yes chick, I am going. Ill come visit all the time though!"<br />
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Her bottom lip stuck out immediately, and she buried her head in his shoulder, making little whimpering noises. Her held her head close, before handing her back to me.<br />
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The light quickly left us, as the evening turned to night. Joel came out after all the emotional parts were finished, as he didn't want to impose, and said goodbye to his brother-in-law.<br />
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It was all so stiff, and formal, I wondered at how fast a relationship could change. Only three years ago, they were inseparable.<br />
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"Take Care, Dusk."<br />
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"You too. Take care of my family, Joel. Don't let them fend for themselves at any time, got it?"<br />
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"Absolutely."<br />
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As Dusk and Cherry went to the car, Mom let the tears go again. I tried really hard not to follow her lead, but it was all in vain, and within the minute it took them to load the trunk of the car, I had my face stained with the mascara of the day.<br />
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It was so silly. He wasn't dead, he could visit, or call, anytime he wanted. But he was going. Easy, like that.<br />
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I think that was the part that hurt, that he could leave. I knew I never could, even if I wanted. Never.<br />
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Soon enough, all the Carmody girls were sobbing. I'm not sure how much Am understood, but it was obviously enough.<br />
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With one blown kiss to us girls, and a civil nod of the head to Joel, they hopped in the old car, and drove off. With them, they took everyhting I'd tried to cling onto. All my childhood memories included Dusk. With him leaving, I had to accept that the easy, carefree part of my life was gone too.<br />
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Needless to say, most of your household cried in bed that night.<br />
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But we are talking about life going on, and again, it did. Years passed in fact. Dusk would visit constantly, and no less now then in the first few days of leaving. I grew up quickly, learning that even if Dusk had stayed, I would have had to be a big girl anyway. Last week, Dusk brought news that he and Cherry were expecting, we of course are overjoyed, and I can't wait to meet my niece, or nephew.<br />
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As time went on, the house seemed empty. We, being Joel and I, quickly fixed this problem. A few years after Dusk left, I found myself pregnant. No one was unhappy this time round, and everyone was excited for the new arrival, even Am, who had just started Grade Two at the local school. Of course, she spent endless hours bragging to her friends that she was becoming a big sister.<br />
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A few Doctor's appointments later, we found I was expecting twins.<br />
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While I was pregnant this time, my true motherly instincts took over. I was the typical Mother, cooking,cleaning, and tending to the family. Amethyst would stop by while I cooked, and we would talk about her day at school. Sometimes about the girls, sometimes about the boys. The latter conversations were quickly changed, as I didn't want my 8 year old getting any thoughts. Nope. I made that mistake.<br />
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Mom, Am, and I would all eat the meal I cooked, be it burnt, or not. Mostly burnt, but that's beside the point.<br />
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Joel was a hard worker, so that's what he spent most of his time doing. Working. Partially, I think he was trying to make it up to Dusk, so we would never be tight on cash, or anything of the sort. I knew it would never work, but we still needed the money.<br />
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Whenever Am was at school, I'd be at my easel. Sometimes Id need second opinions, and drag Joel away from his work for a whole 20 seconds, but most of the time, I got to keep to myself.<br />
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Until the twins came.<br />
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Trust me they are so so different, you'd never think they were siblings, let alone twins! The blonde, is Jade, and the one with black hair, is Jet. We have no idea where she got that hair color.. but it suits her.<br />
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Jade is the night crier. All night. Every night. It doesn't really matter what time of night it is, as long as she's awake, she needs something, and that means everyone must know about it.<br />
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On most nights, Jet just sleeps through. She's the angel, when it comes to sleeping. Any other time.. maybe not. She doesn't like walking, or talking, or eating. She does however, like being outside.<br />
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Unless Mom is on one of her 'nights', where she doesn't sleep a wink, just kind of cries, and thinks about her life up until now, Im the one to tend to the kids. Joel works such long hours, its unfair to have him up all night as well.<br />
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Having all the kids is a handful, especially at meals, when no one seems to be hungry for the same thing. Bedtime is hard too, because of course everyone isn't tired, and needs one more story, or one more goodnight kiss.<br />
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Too add to it all?<br />
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I'm pregnant again.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-87465871939093956042011-12-17T14:42:00.000-08:002011-12-17T14:42:53.644-08:00Generation Two: House Tour (House By MsGrace)Hey yall.<br />
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Nope, not a chapter, but more an..update. Ill just post a few pics of the BEAUTIFUL house by MsGrace, so you can get an idea of the layout etc.<br />
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It's honestly beautiful. Even playing it, I have so much enjoyment! It flows so well, and Im constantly just find myself taking pics to incorporate more of the room!<br />
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So Ill stop blathering on now, and just let you enjoy the pics!<br />
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All the best, Writer~<br />
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Things to note:<br />
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~ The 'paneled' rooms are int he attic. They will be kids rooms.<br />
~ The nursery is Jungle themed<br />
~ The master is the blue room, and is colored in that way, as blue is Dawn's favorite color.<br />
~I apologize for Alexis being asleep in her room. She was very tired..<br />
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Again, <b><i>MADE BY THE AWESOME MSGRACE..</i></b>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-46443522947946642902011-12-16T17:03:00.000-08:002011-12-16T17:03:48.055-08:00Happy Holidays Everyone!!I understand it's slightly early, but Ill most likely get caught up in the season and forget, so...<br />
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS!<br />
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"Joel, We're having a baby."<br />
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That's how easy it should have been. One line, acceptance, and then growing joy in anticipation for a little angel to enter our world. The key word there is should. S<i>hould. </i>It was hardly easy, and I met anything but acceptance.<br />
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Let me take you back, way back, to the day we told Joel.<br />
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I'd called him over, to talk. Of course, that could have meant anything, but what was I going to say over the phone? Exactly. Within a little while, he came over, and we all stood tense at the door.<br />
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No one wanted to answer the door. Dusk quickly developed a deep hatred for Joel, and Mom was almost shattering her teeth her jaw was clenched so hard. She was supporting us, and being as open to ideas as she could, but in all honesty, her baby was pregnant by a boy at 17. It was hard.<br />
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Eventually Dusk moved. My gut told me it was a bad idea to let Dusk talk to him first, but I didn't stop him.<br />
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"Hey bro, What's up?"<br />
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Dusk tensed himself, obviously fighting all his willpower not to scream at Joel's casual comment.<br />
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"Not much up really.. but I do need a word with you. Step out back with my quickly?"<br />
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"Sure thing,"<br />
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We could hear the thud of fist to face from inside, indicating Dusk's athletic background had aided him in a punch that did the damage he wanted.<br />
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Joel walked in, cool as ice, blood smeared up his face from his nose. A failed attempt to hide his defeat, apparently. He sat beside me, and no one spoke for a while.<br />
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"Is anyone going to tell me why I just got smoked in the nose by my best friend, or am I gunna have to guess?" he spoke with an ice in his voice I hadn't heard before.<br />
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Everyone's eyes turned to me. I suppose it was my job... okay here goes.<br />
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"I have something to tell you Joel. It's not bad news, not really... but not the best either."<br />
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Dusk scoffed under his breath, and I knew he disagreed. To him, it was the worst news possible.<br />
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I closed my eyes, blocking the reaction I knew would come, but couldn't read yet.<br />
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"I'm pregnant, Joel. It's yours."<br />
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"Mine? You're pregnant? It's mine?"<br />
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<i>Well I just heard.. the news today. Seems my life, is gonna change.</i><br />
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I nodded, just once, but it was enough.<br />
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<i>I close my eyes, begin to pray. Tears of joy, stream down my face..</i><br />
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<i>"</i>How could you have let this happen? It was your job to take the pill, or something, Dawn. What's wrong with you?"<br />
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"What's wrong with her? Joel, shut your fat mouth for twenty seconds, and think of someone else for a change. It's as much your fault as hers. More so, really."<br />
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Tears started to leak past my glasses, silently, but surely. It was both our fault, but it was also both our fates I'd sealed by choosing to keep our baby.<br />
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Joel spun around and walked the few steps to Dusk. his anger had been redirected.<br />
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"HA! My fault? That's rich, really, coming from you! None of this is my fault, when it boils down, is it Dusk?"<br />
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Wait, what?<br />
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Dusk's face changed as quick as I'd ever seen it do so. Pure fear, and guilt washed every ounce of anger off his face.<br />
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"Joel, shut up. Now. No one needs to know about this, that was a deal between us. Don't go that low."<br />
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"Hey bro.." Joel began mockingly "do me a favor? go out with my sister for a while? Short term thing, so I can bag Marie without feeling bad? Nothing could go wrong."<br />
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It'd all been a lie? I'm carrying the baby of a man who was set up to go out with me. Every kiss, every touch.. meant nothing to him. I suddenly lost every ounce of regret for keeping this baby. Now it wasn't ours, it was MINE.<br />
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"Your the one who can't keep it in his pants, okay? I never told you to go out and get my sister pregnant! Nope, never said that!"<br />
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"STOP IT, RIGHT NOW!" I screamed. From the look on their faces, they had forgotten what this fight was about. Me, and my baby.<br />
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"Joel, man up. This is your baby as much as mine. You want in on the baby's life, or out? I need to know, and now. There's no rematches from today on."<br />
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"I don't know what to do. I have three scholarships lined up for universities all over the country. A baby will break me, Dawn."<br />
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I was about to retort, as I felt my stomach twist, and I had to run for the bathroom.<br />
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As I came back, Joel took my hands into his, and wouldn't let me pull away.<br />
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"Dawn. I know what I have to do. I have to marry you."<br />
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Have to? Sure. Well it's better then leaving, right?<br />
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But I don't think anyone else was too pleased...<br />
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<i>With arms wide open, under the sunlight. Welcome to this place, Ill show you everything.. With arms wide open.</i><br />
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So here I am now, 17, pregnant, and engaged to be married. Um.. yay?<br />
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The first thing I did after Joel found out was buy a crib. It meant losing my dresser, but I have priorities now.<br />
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I tried to stay in school as long as possible, but lost it after a few months. Rumors got to me, teachers purposely graded me harder, as if I wasn't punished enough.<br />
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<i>Well I don't know if Im ready, to be the girl, I need to be.</i><br />
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In the first few months, all I did was eat, eat, eat. Enough was never enough for me, but that was probably because I was throwing it up as soon as it got down...<br />
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<i>I take a breath, stand him by my side. We stand in awe.. We've created life!</i><br />
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After hours of arguing, and bargaining, and later searching, we found Joel a job. It didn't pay well, but the hours worked so he still had time to play football. That was the bargain though. No swim, no track, no soccer, no tennis, and no basketball. Just football.<br />
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Half the time I was awake was spent with my face in the toilet, throwing up everything Id eaten that day. In the end we went to see someone, and got some pills for it, but it never stopped. Id be constantly ruining meals, and quiet moments by my horrid retching.<br />
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See? Not.Pretty.<br />
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<i>With arms wide open, under the sunlight.</i><br />
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So after every vomiting spree, I brushed my teeth. This gave a lot of time for thought, too much really. If you recall, my mind is a bad place to be left lonely. What would I teach my baby? Would I have a boy, or a girl? If it was a girl, would she be in my position 17 years down the road? I sure hope not.<br />
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<i>Ill show you everything, with arms wide open...</i><br />
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<i>Now everything has changed, Ill show you love. Ill show you everything. With arms wide open.</i><br />
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So when I wasn't puking, I was crying. Hormones, they said. Maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was overwhelming guilt for bringing a baby into a place to unprepared for the arrival. Yea, poor Sprout was in for it from the start.<br />
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What? You don't know who sprout is? Well it's a belly name for the baby. We don't want to know the gender, and Mom wanted to call him/her wiggles. WIGGLES.<br />
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Now see, I partially didn't want wiggles because I hadn't actually felt Sprout wiggle yet. Until one morning when I was eating breakfast. I've never come so close to a heart attack/chocking fit untimely death in my life.<br />
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After the shock though, I went into a hyperactive fit. My sprout moved! It's no longer a figment of our imaginations, it's a baby! My baby!<br />
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During the later months of my pregnancy, I went through some bizarre 'stages':<br />
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The ' I am so full of germs poor Sprouts probably dying' stage.<br />
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The cooking stage.<br />
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The absentminded stage.<br />
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The sleeping like the dead stage.<br />
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And basically from day one all the way through: The barefoot stage.<br />
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It was a rollercoaster, to say the least. My whole family suffered, including Joel.<br />
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I grew bigger everyday, and soon enough I found it hard to do much more then eat, sleep, and watch TV.<br />
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<i>If I had one wish, only one demand.</i><br />
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<i>I hope She's not like me, I hope she understands.</i><br />
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Everyone got involved once Sprout started getting bigger, and more active. No one wanted to say it, but they were already fighting for favorite relative, before poor Sprout even had a chance to meet any one of them!<br />
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After some long hard talks, discussing everything from names, to our past, and our future, Joel and I we're back on.. *ahem* speaking terms.<br />
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<i>She can greet this world.. with arms wide open..</i><br />
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Then one day it happened. Every book I'd read told me about the intense pain, and unusual twinges. I felt all this, and instead of the happy vision of my skipping to the hospital cool as a cucumber vanished. I was intense pain, and all I could do was scream and cry.<br />
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Mom and I rushed to the hospital. I was taken from the waiting room and into the L&D ward within minutes. I was in so much pain, then all I knew was that I needed to push, now.<br />
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And so I did.<br />
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And Amethyst Carmody was born, a healthy 7lbs, screaming and yelling for all the world to hear.<br />
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<i>Welcome to this place, Ill show you everything.</i><br />
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I took my baby girl home within the evening, all bundled up in a pretty pink swaddling. I held her in my arms, and just savored the beauty of my baby.<br />
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We both did. Together. A Mommy, a Daddy, and a Baby girl. No longer the Girlfriend, the Boyfriend, and their mistake. No. Never again.<br />
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<i>With arms wide open....</i>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-30747615198195864472011-12-05T22:09:00.000-08:002011-12-05T22:09:55.480-08:00Chapter 2.3 ~ Bun in the Oven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbo4ltnIJreFtfg4Lm96eBhCP9mh1IKrVuWXhJLEZJ1TTPL3dQhENLdGEmFRiGpIFaxdIWfZMiXufOeggyEkNOAaJnqGdLEotgPVz_84kv_SBSIzpcWQxOc-l3Lldu-IHMWAwxywgpWI/s1600/Screenshot-1172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHbo4ltnIJreFtfg4Lm96eBhCP9mh1IKrVuWXhJLEZJ1TTPL3dQhENLdGEmFRiGpIFaxdIWfZMiXufOeggyEkNOAaJnqGdLEotgPVz_84kv_SBSIzpcWQxOc-l3Lldu-IHMWAwxywgpWI/s320/Screenshot-1172.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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"Sunny? Baby girl? Are you okay down there?"<br />
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"Huh?"<br />
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"You're asleep. Again. This is the fourth time you've done this in a week! One second you're talking with me, I turn away, then all of a sudden you're on the floor dead to the world. What's wrong, Dawn?"<br />
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Really? Four times? I hadn't realized. It was the strangest thing, really. Id be fine one second, then suddenly get so, so tired, and just fall to the floor. I wouldn't call it 'passing out', but it was as close as I'd come to doing so.<br />
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He took my arm, and pulled me off the ground.<br />
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"I'm fine, Joel. It's all the exams this past while, its got me up all hours, so it's taking a toll. Don't worry about me."<br />
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"But Dawn--"<br />
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"I said, don't worry about me! I'm not some pet Joel, I would tell you if I had a problem, but I don't okay?! I don't."<br />
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He was silent. I could feel his emotions in the air, and they were as confused as mine. My anger had subsided as quickly as it had come upon me. I'd been constantly snapping at Joel, Mom, and everyone else in my path for weeks now, but never truly had a reason. Joel was getting near his limit, I could tell, but I couldn't stop it when it came.<br />
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"I'm sorry, Joel" I murmured, not meeting his gaze.<br />
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He pressed his lips to my forehead, a kiss in a sense, but more of a tense gesture of understanding.<br />
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"I know, Sunny. C'mon, let's get you a glass of water to wake you back up." he replied gently, with his voice still full of confusion, and worry.<br />
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I had my water, but the lightheaded feeling still clouded my thinking. I leaned in Joel's arms, keeping me upright, and contented.<br />
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The truth was, I was worried. I hadn't had problems with late study sessions before, and these exams weren't that taxing for me. Something wasn't sitting right, and I couldn't think what. I had to just brush it off, and hope it passed.<br />
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After a little while, the sun began to lower, and the afternoon set in. It must be at least 3PM by now, and Joel had to get going.<br />
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He took my hands in his, as we said our goodbyes.<br />
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"Try and feel better, baby." he whispered, his breath on my ear. I knew the feeling too well, of his breath on my ear. It was now a comfort to me, and he knew it.<br />
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"Sure thing." I mutter, knowing it's no use. If I knew how to cure this..this flu, I would have done so by now.<br />
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He left the house, and I was now free to roam my own mind. It's not a good thing, to be left alone with my mind, but of course, only I know that. Too many questions come up in life, for my mind to be a safe place. It is, however, a logical place. I knew that to think straight, I had to get rid of the dizzy. To get rid of the dizzy, I had to raise my blood sugar.<br />
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It helped a little but within a few minutes, I was back to a spinning kitchen, and a turning stomach.<br />
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What was this?! I'd gone over everything. A wild illness, lack of sleep, poor nutrition, lacking of iron. Nothing worked. Supplement after supplement, remedy after remedy, and to be honest, I only got worse.<br />
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I made my way to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was paler then normal, but not so much so that people would label me as unwell. My eyes had dark bags underneath them, adding to the feel of a sleep deprived teenager. I'd expected myself to be losing weight, or something... but it was more the opposite. Not noticeable, again, but I could tell.<br />
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"DINNER" Mom called from the other room.<br />
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Dinner? How long had I been in here, just staring at myself? Too long, silly vain girl.<br />
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I sat to the table with an eager spring to my step, I was starving! The Mac 'n' Cheese looked awesome, and I hadn't eaten anything today.<br />
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But as soon as I put a bite in my mouth, I knew something was off. A taste of garlic consumed my mouth, and it was all I could do not to throw up on everyone else's meal.<br />
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I managed to make it all the way to the sink before spewing an acidic liquid down the drain. Ugh.. I wish I <i>had </i>eaten something.. maybe then it would have burned less.<br />
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"Momma!" I whined "Why did you put garlic in the dinner? You know I hate it!"<br />
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She gave me an utterly perplexed look.<br />
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"Baby, I didn't! You know I wouldn't do that!"<br />
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"Mom, it was the only thing I could taste!"<br />
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She pondered for a while, before a moment of realization flashed cross her face.<br />
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"I made pasta sauce for Aunt Iliana today, in that same pan. It had garlic in."<br />
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We both went into a deep thought. How could I taste that garlic when the pan had been washed? Weird.<br />
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Of course I didn't feel up to eating after that, so I went to close my eyes on the couch. Dusk followed, but I wasn't in the mood to talk.<br />
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"You know, Dawn. I'm here for you. Are you sick, or something? Did you do something wrong?"<br />
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I sighed. This again. Dusk figured it was guilt getting to me, making me this way. Im sure it wasn't, I hadn't done such bad things.<br />
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"Dusk, Im fine. Don;t worry about me"<br />
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I'd been saying that way too much lately.<br />
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Dusk got up from his perch on the table, and trotted downstairs to his room. I got up off the couch, and made my way back into the kitchen for a drink.<br />
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Mom was still int he room, something I should have realized. All this week I'd tried my hardest to avoid her, and the worry wart nature that she had, but right now there was nobody else I'd even consider listening to.<br />
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"Dawn, baby. Something's wrong, and don't even try and deny it. Go, now, shower. Ill bring in some cocoa to your room, and we will chat, okay?"<br />
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I nodded, and made my way to the bathroom. A shower was a good idea.<br />
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The water washed away my worries for a few blessed minutes. It was gold, but I knew that Momma was waiting, and also that water cost money.<br />
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I changed into my PJ's, and sat on my bedroom floor. Within minutes, Mom joined me, two steaming mugs in her hand.<br />
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"Baby girl.. I'm worried about you. You're passing out, can't eat, and anything you do eat comes back up! Do you have any idea what's wrong?"<br />
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"No, Mom. I actually don't!"<br />
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She frowned, thinking hard.<br />
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Suddenly, she drew very close. An idea had formed.<br />
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"Dawn, listen to me now. Have you and Joel ever gone all the way?"<br />
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I almost laughed at her attempt at slang. Should I lie? No. I couldn't.<br />
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I nodded. And as I did, I realized.<br />
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Nausea. Tiredness. Dizziness. Sensitive tastes.<br />
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I stood, slowly and with caution. If what I thought was right, I'd done everything wrong that I could do.<br />
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Tears started to flow, and Mom was at my side in a flash.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Momma?" I breathed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Mmhhm?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I think I'm pregnant."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She paused, taking it all in. I was her baby, after all. Her daughter. I was supposed to be the one to go far, and then I'd done this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Im going out. Ill bring back a test. We'll know before 9 whether to worry or not."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I heard the car speed away, and I let the tears flow down my face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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My hand came to rest gently on my belly. Could I be pregnant? What would Joel say? What would I do?<br />
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Mom was fast. Too fast. I knew she had been over the speed limit the whole journey, and normally, I'd have lectured her all night. Tonight though, I couldn't thank her enough.<br />
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I took the little white stick out of the box, and went into the bathroom.<br />
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Ill tell you something. There's a skill to this. I don't have that skill.<br />
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I called Mom in when the job was done. The box said 2 minutes. Two minutes to change a life. Oh sweet molasses what have I done?<br />
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Both Mom and I were worried. Terrified. I was ready to be sick again, but I knew there was nothing left to throw up.<br />
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I turned away, as the two minutes neared their end.<br />
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"What does it say Momma? Tell me."<br />
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I coudl feel her shoulders fall slightly, rubbing against my own. I knew the answer before she said it.<br />
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"Dawn, you're having a baby."<br />
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Oh God. How was I gonna tell Joel? Tell Dusk?<br />
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"You're <i>what</i>?!" I heard a voice cry behind me. A voice I knew to belong to a certain boy with a birthday minutes behind my own.<br />
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One down, One to go.WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-8335761617699010732011-11-30T21:43:00.000-08:002011-11-30T21:43:11.056-08:00Chapter 2.2 ~ All About Him<i>Italics are the lyrics to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBz5Rmc9l1Y&ob=av2e">this</a> song. Please listen, enjoy, and read. ~ Zoe</i><br />
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The night finally came. Prom. The night every teenage girl looks forward too, dreads, and cherishes for the rest of her life. Where people find love, betrayal, and an obviously spiked punch bowl. Ahhh.<br />
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<i>'Cause Im all about him, him, him, him, him.</i><br />
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And its even more special when you have someone to go with. Someone who is special to you.<br />
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<i>And he's all about me, me, me, me, me.</i><br />
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Someone who is all yours, and no one else can have them. They are expressly there with you, and only you.<br />
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<i>And we don't give a dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, about nobody-e-e-e-e.</i><br />
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Can you tell I read to often? Well I do. Romantic novels too... hmm. Maybe it's something I should stop..Nah.<br />
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Joel turned up at the door about 30 minutes early. I had just finished getting ready, and didn't even do my hair. He said he didn't mind, but I did.<br />
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<i>Well, had him shooting for me like a ball team. Every guy was a knock out, Don King.</i><br />
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Dusk had gained, and lost a girlfriend in the few months Joel and I had been together. He had been hurt by her, real bad, after she dumped him for some other team guy. Some people, huh? Well anyway, he decided he wasn't up for seeing her with some other guy, all dressed up and gorgeous. So he stayed home.<br />
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<i>But none of them had smarts, that's my thing. Not enough to have balls..Spalding ;D</i><br />
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We headed straight to the school, and walked inside. The music was heard down the halls, as we passed couple after couple while we walked by. We entered the dimly lit gym, which hadn't lost it's usual aroma of sweaty teens, and dirty socks. The music blared in our ears, and I noticed not many people had turned up. Anti-prom was also on. Figures.<br />
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Joel took me to the side, and handed me a bouquet of red roses, right out of my fairy tale.<br />
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<i>Never, ever met a guy so fly. Got me hooked like apple pie..</i><br />
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"Thank you, Joel, they're gorgeous!"<br />
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"You're welcome, baby"<br />
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<i>I think I'm falling, and I don't know why.. but I won't fight these butterflies.</i><br />
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He took my hands in his, circling the back of my hand with his thumb, drawing me closer to him. I took a deep breath and all I could smell was his tantalizing cologne. It was a familiar smell to me, but got me every time.<br />
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<i>'Cause Im all about him, him, him, him, him.</i><br />
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He then took a hand away from mine, and used his index finger to bring my chin to his face, and my lips to his. I'd gotten much better at this kissing thing, trust me.<br />
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<i>And he's all about me, me, me, me, me. And we don't give a dang, dang, dang, dang, dang about nobody.</i><br />
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We enjoyed the kiss, savoring each other, but I'm not one for big displays of affection in public, so we ended it.<br />
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"Yo, Yo, Yo! Let's take it slow! Grab a partner and have a go!" cried the DJ.<br />
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Joel and I both snickered at his oh-so suave presenting skills, before he laid his hand gently on my waist, and I mine gently on his face. We swayed to a beautiful song, not speaking, or making noise. Just enjoying being each others.<br />
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<i>Don't do nothing much at all. Just we and his boys, watching football.</i><br />
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I brought my lips to his, before nuzzling his nose in the typical cutsey-couple way.<br />
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<i>He asked me for a kiss..so I gave him two. He said "Why thank you,baby", and I said "Your welcome, Boo"</i><br />
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After not to long, the music sped back up, and we got funky on the floor...I know. I'm sorry.<br />
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We were the best couple on the floor, I think. Joel wasn't too hard on the eyes while in movement either..Eh? Eh? We twirled, swirled, and twisted long into the night.<br />
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<i>'Cause I'm all about him, him, him, him, him.</i><br />
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We tried to take a beautiful prom picture, but it really turned out as a big goof up on film. I kept them both anyway, memories and such. Something to tell the grandkids.<br />
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Soon enough we gave up on dancing all together. Other activities took over.... way over. He was so good to me, I don't think I could have gotten any luckier.<br />
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"I'm tired" I complained to Joel, after being at a horrible attempt at a prom for over 4 hours. It was late, and I was tired. For the last half hour we had done nothing but sit around, and look pretty.<br />
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"I know. Me too babe."<br />
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"We should head home.."<br />
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"..How 'bout we wait til the end, since we've come this far. This is the final song, and I'd like to dance it with you, Sunny."<br />
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I smiled at his adorable nickname, that he knew would get me to do anything he wanted me to do.<br />
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"I'd be honored, baby." I replied, holding my hand above my head, for him to take, and pull me up.<br />
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He took me close to him, and we swayed to the last song, and my mind wondered. What would I have done tonight without him? What would I be doing? Sleeping? Studying? Maybe just crying with Mom, like I always used to. Joel came along and saved me from that. A Hero.<br />
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He gazed into my eyes, and into my soul. His own eyes were clouded, and I could only see love in them, for me. There was no other girl he looked at tonight with those eyes. Just me.<br />
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His hand was firmly on my hip, and the song played on to a pretty melody.<br />
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The song ended, and I went to pull away from Joel, but he kept his grip hard on me.<br />
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"Of course! Why did you even ask me that? I say it all the time, you're everything to me!"<br />
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"Prove it" he breathed. It was then I knew what he wanted. And it was then that I knew what I was willing to give.<br />
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I gave him a tiny nod, and he took me in his grasp again, kissing me passionately. He then too my hand, and we rushed to his car. I expected him to turn off somewhere, but we headed straight to my house, and into the door.<br />
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He continued to kiss me at the door, and my night ended in sheer ecstasy, love, and adoration for the man I knew I loved.<br />
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<i>*Lyrics by Auburn - All About him *</i>WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-78324791679722257162011-11-27T14:04:00.000-08:002011-11-27T14:04:51.118-08:00Chapter 2.1 ~ Whiplash<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclj5oKyvMyP_8BcYXpXtFbONpzhyaUGJ437WKNVEFfdAl8q1Hh7IsYWIhGjFIbvpPJ0NazmtTJSHFBV5ZibLQH0d9WaYDXDhotQViUP_Plsh4vhwQwDfOmauYDLHb4-JCWKky5XZ6egg/s1600/Screenshot-1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclj5oKyvMyP_8BcYXpXtFbONpzhyaUGJ437WKNVEFfdAl8q1Hh7IsYWIhGjFIbvpPJ0NazmtTJSHFBV5ZibLQH0d9WaYDXDhotQViUP_Plsh4vhwQwDfOmauYDLHb4-JCWKky5XZ6egg/s320/Screenshot-1123.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, I'm Dawn Carmody. Dawn Brielle Carmody, to be 100% precise. My Mom told me a few weeks ago that this is my legacy now, and everything is up to me. She also mentioned a curse, but I tuned out at that point, because Joel came by. Who's Joel? Oh, well I suppose I better start at the beginning, because I'm pretty sure My Mom would've just told you about the nerd side of me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I was just that. A nerd. A geek. A loser. I suppose I still kinda am.. but Life has changed a lot in these few weeks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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See, my brother's really popular. He's in the 'IT' crowd, and on every team you can name.<br />
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I'm not. I would spend all day at school alone, studying, or something else along those lines.<br />
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Even at home, it was that way. Dusk would bring his team mates home, and hang out at our house. Never once did it cross his mind how uncomfortable it was for me. It was bad enough at school, being worth less then nothing to people, but now at home too? I mean I love the guy, but he just doesn't get how hard life is for me.<br />
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Now, one of the more frequent guys at our house was Joel. Dusk and Joel were the male equivalent of the female 'BFF's'. Never really apart, and always doing the same things, thinking the same thoughts, and so on.<br />
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I kept to myself when Joel was around, except for when we did homework. Neither my brother, or his friend, were exactly "A+ students. Or B+. Maybe a C+. Okay.. maybe not... you get the idea. So that's where I came in: A tutor. Every time Joel was over, we would do homework together in a three. It was often beyond awkward, but I needed to help my brother.<br />
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After a few hours of explaining linear equations four or five times, I would often sneak back to my room to paint.<br />
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Painting was my outlet, as well as my personal income. I would throw every emotion I had on the canvas, then sell it to the store down the street. It wasn't exactly bringing in the big bucks, but it was enough for me.<br />
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When I was painting, I often lost myself. I'd be dead to the world, until I was ready to come back. That's probably why I didn't hear him come in.<br />
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"I like it." said a voice behind me. A voice full of confidence, yet as soft as a feather. A voice I'd learnt to know all too well.<br />
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I spun to meet Joel's eyes. He grinned at me, and I immediately got flustered. His smile widened at my burning face, and I only got more embarrassed.<br />
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"The words you're looking for are: Thank You."<br />
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"Right..uh...ah.. Thanks"<br />
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Those eyes.. oh God, those eyes.<br />
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"What is it?" He asked, breaking the silence I had created.<br />
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I loved being asked about my art. No matter who by. He'd just won himself into my confidence.<br />
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"I'm not sure yet. Right now it's a sunset, but it could change"<br />
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He chuckled under his breath, and I felt my anger rise.<br />
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"What's funny about that?"<br />
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"You paint sunsets? Shouldn't it be sunrises?"<br />
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It took a while for me to understand.<br />
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"Uh... Oh, right. Dawn, sunrise, real funny, you making that a career?"<br />
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He laughed with me, and we spent the evening chatting in my room. When he left that night, I wondered what had happened to reality. Jock talking to a nerd like an equal? No way was this happening.. no way.<br />
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Way.<br />
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We spent quite a bit of time together after that. Goofing off, mostly. We'd dance in my living room to songs we both loved, and bothered Mom and Dusk into joining us sometimes too.<br />
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Other times we would do the exact opposite, and just enjoy each others company, without anyone else around. Those times were the best for me, being able to look into his soul, and realize that he was more then just a jock, that he was a person, that he was Joel.<br />
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On weekends, we'd spend more time together. Sometimes at the pool, so I could watch him <strike>with no shirt on </strike> practice his laps.<br />
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It was around that time that we started to go from friends, to more then that. Being the blind girl that I was, I hadn't really seen it coming, but I never pushed it away.<br />
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It was at the beach that my life really changed.<br />
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We were there later then normal. I didn't mind, and neither did he. But something was wrong. He wasn't exactly his normal self, and I couldn't think why. Suddenly, he took my hand, and cleared his throat.<br />
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"Uh..Dawn .. I wanted to ask you something."<br />
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"Shoot"<br />
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"Do you wanna be my.."<br />
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"..girlfriend?"<br />
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I was shocked to say the least. It was your classic modern day fairy tale, but in real life.<br />
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"Of course, silly!"<br />
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And so I got my first kiss. M first ever kiss! It was amazing. He was so gentle, yet so skilled. I could tell it wasn't his first, not by a long shot, but I didn't dwell on the fact.<br />
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So that's how I live my life now. It all changed pretty fast, and I had no idea it was coming, but it's all turning out okay. I have a feeling the 'curse' Mom mentioned was her excuse for the affair she had back in the day. Can you believe that? My Mom threw away a perfectly good guy for some fireman! I can tell you now, that won't be my mistake. I'll be the best lover a girl could ever be.<br />
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<b>A/N:</b> Hey guys. Yea, this chapter took a long time coming, and also wasn't too good. This generation will probably seem a bit rushed, but t has to be that way for the plot line. I hope you don;t mind,and can still enjoy! Ty! ~ZoeWriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864456492145208248.post-68532388437709025792011-11-23T20:18:00.001-08:002011-11-23T20:18:47.637-08:00We Have a Winner....<b>CONGRATULATIONS TO THOSE WHO VOTED FOR DAWN......</b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As She's our happy winner! Thank you all for voting, and I hope your all pleased with her success <3</div><b><br />
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Good luck, and Happy Choosing <3WriterGurl97http://www.blogger.com/profile/17158833882010266193noreply@blogger.com0