“You know what!” آپ yell at your son. He stops… “You’re grounded!” آپ yell.
“What? Why?” he asks, he looks confused and surprised.
“Never mind!” آپ scream at him. آپ run upstairs to your room, slam the door shut and lay down on the bed. “Stupid kid!” آپ say to yourself. Jake opens the door and walks in.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.
“No, go away!” آپ yell. He just leaves the room confused. آپ start to think of Marshall again. آپ scream. The door starts to open again… “No!” آپ yell and he stops. (wow. *giggle giggle*)
It’s been three days and Marshall has stopped trying to talk to you. This makes آپ happy yet sad at the same time. Everything seems to be somewhat back to normal but without Jordan. Also, Jake has been hanging out with Hailie and others a lot مزید sense the party. آپ don’t think anything of it tho. آپ still kinda feel bad for yelling at Marshall like that, and آپ figure that’s why he hasn’t bothered آپ in the past few days. آپ must have thought too soon, cuz in walks Marshall into your office. “Oh, um, uh what?” آپ ask.
“Sorry I made آپ cry,” he says. آپ motion him for to close the door.
“Forget about it,” آپ say.
“No. I feel bad,” he says and sits down. “And I still like you, and I wanna be with you,” he says.
“Well, آپ want what آپ can have. Cuz I don’t want you,” آپ say even though what آپ are sayin in is a lie. آپ sit and think for a second.
“Waa…I…waa,” he stutters…
“Fine,” آپ pause. He looks happy. “We can be FRIENDS. And only friends!” آپ say and point your pen at his face making a circle. “Maybe you’ll stop stalking me a bit,” آپ say still doing the motion with your pen.
“I…” he says…
“Not deny it! We’re just gonna be دوستوں nothing more,” آپ say, even know آپ really wanna say that آپ want him too but آپ don’t cuz of what he does. “Now I gotta get going home,” آپ say.
“Need a ride?” he سوالات quickly.
“No, I have a car,” آپ say. آپ gather your things, Marshall stands up and walks out the door, آپ behind him. Ss آپ get to the parking lot hes parked right اگلے to you, آپ ignore it cuz it don’t surprise آپ at all. He goes for a hug; آپ stop him سے طرف کی placing your four fingers on his chest. “No,” آپ say.
“What?” he says looking down at your hand on his chest. He looks back up at you. “Friends can hug آپ know,” he says.
“Well not us friends,” آپ say taking your hand off him. He stands there dumbfounded. آپ get into the car, آپ smile and wave at him as آپ drive away.
MARSHALLS POV>>>
“Damn it!” آپ yell loudly. Some guys سے طرف کی a car start to stare at you. آپ give the dirty look so they look away then آپ get into your car. “Damn shes playin hard to get,” آپ whisper to yourself. “Someday soon enough,” آپ say trying to make yourself feel better. “I know I can win her over,” آپ say as آپ start your car. آپ drive off….
ABBY POV>>>
“No, Im stressed, Im gonna go see if I can get drunk,” آپ whisper to yourself. آپ turn into the bar. آپ go in and sit down at an empty bar stool. “I want the strongest drink آپ have,” آپ demand.
“Ok,” the bartender says and goes to make a drink.
“Oh yummy!” آپ say and giggle clutching onto the drink and practically chugging it down. “More!” آپ say after about 10 minutes. آپ clutch the glass in your hands and hold it out to the guy extending your arms as far as they will go. He looks at آپ funny.
“Ok,” he says and makes آپ another. Not long after a few drinks, آپ so wasted آپ can even stand without falling. A guy comes up toe آپ and helps آپ up to your seat.
“Here,” he says with a smile. He buys آپ another drink. You’ve had so many آپ don’t even know. “I wanna take آپ ہوم with me,” he says. He grabs you, places his hands on your hips, moves them slowly up to your boobs, and starts to touch them.
“Stop it!” آپ yell pushing him away. اگلے thing آپ know hes on the ground bleeding.
“Motherfucker!” a guy yells who looks like Marshall you’re not so sure you’re too wasted. آپ pass out.
MARSHALLS POV>>>
آپ pick up Abby, carry her to your car, and lay her down in the back seat. آپ get in and drive off home. Once inside both gates آپ get out the car and carry Abby into the house. Hailie is standing in the doorway when آپ walk in so is Alaina and Whitney. They all look confused. “Daddy what are آپ doing?” Hailie asks confused.
“Nothing, go play daddy’s busy,” آپ say and realize آپ both just like quoted yourselves in two different songs, but آپ shake it off then carry Abby upstairs into the guest room اگلے to yours. آپ place her on the بستر and cover her up. She gets situated. *cute* آپ think. Part of آپ wants to smile, another part wants to kill that other guy, and another wants to cry cuz آپ want her so bad, it’s almost eating آپ alive. آپ go downstairs and the girls are still there. “Don’t ask questions,” آپ say right away. “Hungry?” آپ ask.
“No, we ate when آپ were gone,” Hailie says. “When do we have to go to moms?” she asks.
“Uhh tomorrow I think, I don’t know whenever she comes to get آپ guys,” آپ say.
“Ok then,” she says then leaves the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ the other follow her.
آپ make yourself a turnkey sandwich… آپ sit in the living room, but don’t turn on the TV. آپ let out a sigh then take a bite. “Why can’t she like me,” آپ say softly to yourself. “Damn it! Get a hold of yourself shes just a girl,” آپ say. “No shes not, shes the most beautiful girl ever, and I want her!” آپ yell. “Damn I wish I could just hold her in my arms,” آپ whisper to yourself. Hailie interrupts you…
“Dad? آپ ok?” she asks. “Why is Jakes mom in our guest room passed out?” she asks.
“Nothing of your business,” آپ say.
“Fine! Be rude!” she says and stomps off.
“Wait!” آپ yell. She stops and comes back.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“Call Jake and tell him that Joe is gonna come get him. Cuz he has to come here,” آپ say. She smiles. “The numbers on the fridge,” آپ say.
“No, I don’t need it,” she says and runs off.
“What?” آپ say to yourself then shrug and start to think about Abby again…
ABBY POV>>>
آپ sit up and look around the room, Marshall is sitting اگلے to the بستر staring at you. “m..mm creeper,” آپ mumble then stand up, آپ walk right out of the room, find your way to the front door. آپ open it and stand there, its dark and آپ are confused. *Huh? Where’s my car, how’d I get here?* آپ think to yourself. آپ sigh and sit on the deck. آپ lay your head again the post. آپ fall asleep soon after.
MARSHALL POV>>>
آپ walk out the front door. Abby is sitting there asleep on your steps. “Hey,” آپ say softly as آپ pick her up. آپ carry her back on the room.
“No!” she yells jumping awake. She struggles in your arms.
“Stop it,” آپ say.
“I wanna go home! Where’s my car!” she yells.
“Well آپ can’t drive like this!” آپ yell. “You could get hurt یا even worse… آپ could….” آپ stop not wanting to say the word. She stares at you. “Please sleep, I’ll take آپ to your car when you’re sober,” آپ say.
“Why’d آپ take me here?” she asks.
“To make sure آپ don’t get hurt. And some guy was touching you, the shit pissed me off so I knocked him out,” آپ explain. “Now sleep,” آپ say laying her down on the bed. آپ cover her up and go sit in the chair اگلے to the bed.
“No, its creepy آپ watching me sleep,” she says.
“Fine,” آپ say and leave the room.
ABBY POV>>
آپ lay there; آپ feel محفوظ bein in Marshall’s care. And you’re glad Marshall saved آپ from being raped. آپ fall asleep thinking about him.
The اگلے morning آپ wake up around 9am. آپ get up and do your thing in the bathroom. Your head starts to hurt like hell. *Ahh… fucking a* آپ think to yourself. آپ go downstairs to the kitchen. Marshall is there and his kids and Jake are eating food. “Hey mom آپ ok?” Jake asks.
“Yeah Im fine,” آپ say. “Marshall?” آپ ask turning to him.
“What?” he ask being all concerned.
“Do آپ have any Advil?” آپ ask him. “I don’t have any,” آپ say. “My head hurts,” آپ say holding your hand on your forehead like it’s supposed to stop the pain stop.
“That’s why I don’t drink no more. And I can’t have any type of drug in the house no مزید cuz of my past issues,” he says.
“Can آپ take us to my car so I can go home?” آپ ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “Be right back girls,” he says. He takes آپ to your car. آپ and Jake get in. Marshall stands there looking sad as آپ dive away. آپ don’t really care.
آپ arrive home; آپ go grabs some Advil as soon as آپ get there. آپ remember that it’s Thursday and you’re supposed to be at work. So your call in sick. آپ don’t feel like working with a hangover. آپ go in the living room to watch some TV; آپ watch re-runs of Wife Swap.
“So what happened?” Jake asks coming into the room.
“Nothing, I got drunk and Marshall saved me from some perv,” آپ say.
“Oh I see,” he says as if آپ have some major issues. He sits down in the chair. آپ sigh. “Are آپ ok?” he asks.
“My head hurts,” آپ say somewhat annoyed at your son.
“Am I annoying?” he asks.
“Sort of, go find something to do,” آپ say shooing him away.
“Ok,” she says getting off the chair and leaving the room. آپ start to think of Marshall again….
“AH I HATE MY DAMN BRAIN!!!!” آپ scream.
“What? Why?” he asks, he looks confused and surprised.
“Never mind!” آپ scream at him. آپ run upstairs to your room, slam the door shut and lay down on the bed. “Stupid kid!” آپ say to yourself. Jake opens the door and walks in.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.
“No, go away!” آپ yell. He just leaves the room confused. آپ start to think of Marshall again. آپ scream. The door starts to open again… “No!” آپ yell and he stops. (wow. *giggle giggle*)
It’s been three days and Marshall has stopped trying to talk to you. This makes آپ happy yet sad at the same time. Everything seems to be somewhat back to normal but without Jordan. Also, Jake has been hanging out with Hailie and others a lot مزید sense the party. آپ don’t think anything of it tho. آپ still kinda feel bad for yelling at Marshall like that, and آپ figure that’s why he hasn’t bothered آپ in the past few days. آپ must have thought too soon, cuz in walks Marshall into your office. “Oh, um, uh what?” آپ ask.
“Sorry I made آپ cry,” he says. آپ motion him for to close the door.
“Forget about it,” آپ say.
“No. I feel bad,” he says and sits down. “And I still like you, and I wanna be with you,” he says.
“Well, آپ want what آپ can have. Cuz I don’t want you,” آپ say even though what آپ are sayin in is a lie. آپ sit and think for a second.
“Waa…I…waa,” he stutters…
“Fine,” آپ pause. He looks happy. “We can be FRIENDS. And only friends!” آپ say and point your pen at his face making a circle. “Maybe you’ll stop stalking me a bit,” آپ say still doing the motion with your pen.
“I…” he says…
“Not deny it! We’re just gonna be دوستوں nothing more,” آپ say, even know آپ really wanna say that آپ want him too but آپ don’t cuz of what he does. “Now I gotta get going home,” آپ say.
“Need a ride?” he سوالات quickly.
“No, I have a car,” آپ say. آپ gather your things, Marshall stands up and walks out the door, آپ behind him. Ss آپ get to the parking lot hes parked right اگلے to you, آپ ignore it cuz it don’t surprise آپ at all. He goes for a hug; آپ stop him سے طرف کی placing your four fingers on his chest. “No,” آپ say.
“What?” he says looking down at your hand on his chest. He looks back up at you. “Friends can hug آپ know,” he says.
“Well not us friends,” آپ say taking your hand off him. He stands there dumbfounded. آپ get into the car, آپ smile and wave at him as آپ drive away.
MARSHALLS POV>>>
“Damn it!” آپ yell loudly. Some guys سے طرف کی a car start to stare at you. آپ give the dirty look so they look away then آپ get into your car. “Damn shes playin hard to get,” آپ whisper to yourself. “Someday soon enough,” آپ say trying to make yourself feel better. “I know I can win her over,” آپ say as آپ start your car. آپ drive off….
ABBY POV>>>
“No, Im stressed, Im gonna go see if I can get drunk,” آپ whisper to yourself. آپ turn into the bar. آپ go in and sit down at an empty bar stool. “I want the strongest drink آپ have,” آپ demand.
“Ok,” the bartender says and goes to make a drink.
“Oh yummy!” آپ say and giggle clutching onto the drink and practically chugging it down. “More!” آپ say after about 10 minutes. آپ clutch the glass in your hands and hold it out to the guy extending your arms as far as they will go. He looks at آپ funny.
“Ok,” he says and makes آپ another. Not long after a few drinks, آپ so wasted آپ can even stand without falling. A guy comes up toe آپ and helps آپ up to your seat.
“Here,” he says with a smile. He buys آپ another drink. You’ve had so many آپ don’t even know. “I wanna take آپ ہوم with me,” he says. He grabs you, places his hands on your hips, moves them slowly up to your boobs, and starts to touch them.
“Stop it!” آپ yell pushing him away. اگلے thing آپ know hes on the ground bleeding.
“Motherfucker!” a guy yells who looks like Marshall you’re not so sure you’re too wasted. آپ pass out.
MARSHALLS POV>>>
آپ pick up Abby, carry her to your car, and lay her down in the back seat. آپ get in and drive off home. Once inside both gates آپ get out the car and carry Abby into the house. Hailie is standing in the doorway when آپ walk in so is Alaina and Whitney. They all look confused. “Daddy what are آپ doing?” Hailie asks confused.
“Nothing, go play daddy’s busy,” آپ say and realize آپ both just like quoted yourselves in two different songs, but آپ shake it off then carry Abby upstairs into the guest room اگلے to yours. آپ place her on the بستر and cover her up. She gets situated. *cute* آپ think. Part of آپ wants to smile, another part wants to kill that other guy, and another wants to cry cuz آپ want her so bad, it’s almost eating آپ alive. آپ go downstairs and the girls are still there. “Don’t ask questions,” آپ say right away. “Hungry?” آپ ask.
“No, we ate when آپ were gone,” Hailie says. “When do we have to go to moms?” she asks.
“Uhh tomorrow I think, I don’t know whenever she comes to get آپ guys,” آپ say.
“Ok then,” she says then leaves the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ the other follow her.
آپ make yourself a turnkey sandwich… آپ sit in the living room, but don’t turn on the TV. آپ let out a sigh then take a bite. “Why can’t she like me,” آپ say softly to yourself. “Damn it! Get a hold of yourself shes just a girl,” آپ say. “No shes not, shes the most beautiful girl ever, and I want her!” آپ yell. “Damn I wish I could just hold her in my arms,” آپ whisper to yourself. Hailie interrupts you…
“Dad? آپ ok?” she asks. “Why is Jakes mom in our guest room passed out?” she asks.
“Nothing of your business,” آپ say.
“Fine! Be rude!” she says and stomps off.
“Wait!” آپ yell. She stops and comes back.
“Yeah?” she asks.
“Call Jake and tell him that Joe is gonna come get him. Cuz he has to come here,” آپ say. She smiles. “The numbers on the fridge,” آپ say.
“No, I don’t need it,” she says and runs off.
“What?” آپ say to yourself then shrug and start to think about Abby again…
ABBY POV>>>
آپ sit up and look around the room, Marshall is sitting اگلے to the بستر staring at you. “m..mm creeper,” آپ mumble then stand up, آپ walk right out of the room, find your way to the front door. آپ open it and stand there, its dark and آپ are confused. *Huh? Where’s my car, how’d I get here?* آپ think to yourself. آپ sigh and sit on the deck. آپ lay your head again the post. آپ fall asleep soon after.
MARSHALL POV>>>
آپ walk out the front door. Abby is sitting there asleep on your steps. “Hey,” آپ say softly as آپ pick her up. آپ carry her back on the room.
“No!” she yells jumping awake. She struggles in your arms.
“Stop it,” آپ say.
“I wanna go home! Where’s my car!” she yells.
“Well آپ can’t drive like this!” آپ yell. “You could get hurt یا even worse… آپ could….” آپ stop not wanting to say the word. She stares at you. “Please sleep, I’ll take آپ to your car when you’re sober,” آپ say.
“Why’d آپ take me here?” she asks.
“To make sure آپ don’t get hurt. And some guy was touching you, the shit pissed me off so I knocked him out,” آپ explain. “Now sleep,” آپ say laying her down on the bed. آپ cover her up and go sit in the chair اگلے to the bed.
“No, its creepy آپ watching me sleep,” she says.
“Fine,” آپ say and leave the room.
ABBY POV>>
آپ lay there; آپ feel محفوظ bein in Marshall’s care. And you’re glad Marshall saved آپ from being raped. آپ fall asleep thinking about him.
The اگلے morning آپ wake up around 9am. آپ get up and do your thing in the bathroom. Your head starts to hurt like hell. *Ahh… fucking a* آپ think to yourself. آپ go downstairs to the kitchen. Marshall is there and his kids and Jake are eating food. “Hey mom آپ ok?” Jake asks.
“Yeah Im fine,” آپ say. “Marshall?” آپ ask turning to him.
“What?” he ask being all concerned.
“Do آپ have any Advil?” آپ ask him. “I don’t have any,” آپ say. “My head hurts,” آپ say holding your hand on your forehead like it’s supposed to stop the pain stop.
“That’s why I don’t drink no more. And I can’t have any type of drug in the house no مزید cuz of my past issues,” he says.
“Can آپ take us to my car so I can go home?” آپ ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “Be right back girls,” he says. He takes آپ to your car. آپ and Jake get in. Marshall stands there looking sad as آپ dive away. آپ don’t really care.
آپ arrive home; آپ go grabs some Advil as soon as آپ get there. آپ remember that it’s Thursday and you’re supposed to be at work. So your call in sick. آپ don’t feel like working with a hangover. آپ go in the living room to watch some TV; آپ watch re-runs of Wife Swap.
“So what happened?” Jake asks coming into the room.
“Nothing, I got drunk and Marshall saved me from some perv,” آپ say.
“Oh I see,” he says as if آپ have some major issues. He sits down in the chair. آپ sigh. “Are آپ ok?” he asks.
“My head hurts,” آپ say somewhat annoyed at your son.
“Am I annoying?” he asks.
“Sort of, go find something to do,” آپ say shooing him away.
“Ok,” she says getting off the chair and leaving the room. آپ start to think of Marshall again….
“AH I HATE MY DAMN BRAIN!!!!” آپ scream.