@Luna Amore
Feeling the blonde wrap her arms around her, it brought even more tears to the cowgirl's eyes. But these were not tears of sorrow Harley shed. "Thanks...Natalia.." She whimpered, letting herself be held. It was hard enough having to leave her family back in Texas, feeling alone and lost in a big city like this. Jack's turmoil, it was another heavy burden to bear. "Thank you...for everything..."
With a soft smile to her dear friend, she gently removed herself from Natalia's arms and stood up, drying her eyes. "I...I probably shouldn't spend all day blubberin' though. Jack wouldn't want that. Thanks Nat. I'm really glad I have a friend like you. Don't know what I'd do if you didn't come along."
Helena's look remained indifferent for a bit, but slowly, a small smile crept across her lips. She had to admit, eventhough he was Mr. Popular at school now, Jason was still a little goofball.
She chuckled slightly, "Heh... So Prince Charming gets all dolled up for his date with the Wicked Witch. Dunno why you went through the trouble, man. I still smell like a beer joint." She would admit she too would have gone home and cleaned up...if she cared enough. It seemed after everything, she just lost all resolve. "Anyways..." She sighed, her smile fading. "I...didn't think you were gonna show up..."
It was quiet in his classroom, but rather than burn up the last of his phone's battery life by streaming music, Louis decided to contend with the quiet while he graded assignments. Normally, seeing the amazing work of his students brought joy and a comforting warmth to his heart, but alas, he was troubled...deeply, by his brother's words over the phone. His last conversation with Darren, it echoed still in his ears, causing him to shut his eyes with a slight shiver.
"I know you fucking have it, Louie! Either you pay up, or I'll fuck you up! You and your bitch wife! You fucking hear me, camera boy!"
"I'm warning you, little brother. If you come around my family causing trouble, I will call the police."
"And what the fuck are they gonna do? Arrest me?"
"Yes, they will arrest you, and then maybe you'll learn your lesson and get cleaned up."
"HA! FUCK! YOU! LOUIE! You always were a little bitch! Never wanted to face your problems head on! Always wanted to run from them and hide behind your little fucking blanket! No wonder dad thought you were a little pussy!"
"I have to go now. Tell mom I said hi."
This ain't over, Lou! You better have that fucking money, or-"
*click*
He sighed, ruffling his hands through his hair.
Darren can't possibly know about...no.. No...he's just trying to exploit me for more money. That's all.
There was a lump forming in his throat. He choked it down...looking over at his phone.
I should give Sarah a call...see if everything's okay.
Parked outside a rather elegant looking apartment building in Manhattan, Darren sat and watched as the people went in and out through the revolving doors. He took a short hit off his meth pipe, a chill going over his body as the drugs seeped into his lips and tainted him.
Not long, he saw a beautiful, brunette woman strolling down the sidewalk with another. She, the brunette, looked to be around maybe three to four months pregnant. Darren wasn't a fucking doctor, so how could he tell?
He waited until the two women hugged and said their goodbyes and the pregnant woman walked into the building, then he fired up his car and drove off, but not before leaving his worthless lackey a heated text.
Feeling the blonde wrap her arms around her, it brought even more tears to the cowgirl's eyes. But these were not tears of sorrow Harley shed. "Thanks...Natalia.." She whimpered, letting herself be held. It was hard enough having to leave her family back in Texas, feeling alone and lost in a big city like this. Jack's turmoil, it was another heavy burden to bear. "Thank you...for everything..."
With a soft smile to her dear friend, she gently removed herself from Natalia's arms and stood up, drying her eyes. "I...I probably shouldn't spend all day blubberin' though. Jack wouldn't want that. Thanks Nat. I'm really glad I have a friend like you. Don't know what I'd do if you didn't come along."
Helena's look remained indifferent for a bit, but slowly, a small smile crept across her lips. She had to admit, eventhough he was Mr. Popular at school now, Jason was still a little goofball.
She chuckled slightly, "Heh... So Prince Charming gets all dolled up for his date with the Wicked Witch. Dunno why you went through the trouble, man. I still smell like a beer joint." She would admit she too would have gone home and cleaned up...if she cared enough. It seemed after everything, she just lost all resolve. "Anyways..." She sighed, her smile fading. "I...didn't think you were gonna show up..."
It was quiet in his classroom, but rather than burn up the last of his phone's battery life by streaming music, Louis decided to contend with the quiet while he graded assignments. Normally, seeing the amazing work of his students brought joy and a comforting warmth to his heart, but alas, he was troubled...deeply, by his brother's words over the phone. His last conversation with Darren, it echoed still in his ears, causing him to shut his eyes with a slight shiver.
"I know you fucking have it, Louie! Either you pay up, or I'll fuck you up! You and your bitch wife! You fucking hear me, camera boy!"
"I'm warning you, little brother. If you come around my family causing trouble, I will call the police."
"And what the fuck are they gonna do? Arrest me?"
"Yes, they will arrest you, and then maybe you'll learn your lesson and get cleaned up."
"HA! FUCK! YOU! LOUIE! You always were a little bitch! Never wanted to face your problems head on! Always wanted to run from them and hide behind your little fucking blanket! No wonder dad thought you were a little pussy!"
"I have to go now. Tell mom I said hi."
This ain't over, Lou! You better have that fucking money, or-"
*click*
He sighed, ruffling his hands through his hair.
Darren can't possibly know about...no.. No...he's just trying to exploit me for more money. That's all.
There was a lump forming in his throat. He choked it down...looking over at his phone.
I should give Sarah a call...see if everything's okay.
Parked outside a rather elegant looking apartment building in Manhattan, Darren sat and watched as the people went in and out through the revolving doors. He took a short hit off his meth pipe, a chill going over his body as the drugs seeped into his lips and tainted him.
Not long, he saw a beautiful, brunette woman strolling down the sidewalk with another. She, the brunette, looked to be around maybe three to four months pregnant. Darren wasn't a fucking doctor, so how could he tell?
He waited until the two women hugged and said their goodbyes and the pregnant woman walked into the building, then he fired up his car and drove off, but not before leaving his worthless lackey a heated text.
Sent to: Helena:
"Yo, why the fuck ain't you answering my call? You fucking flaking on me, bitch?!"
