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Dean, please. This is the fifth time I’ve gotten your voice mail. I know your mad. I know. I just – ❜
She trailed off, hearing Todd pace just a few feet from the closet she found refuge in, her tear-soaked eyes gazing fearfully through the slots in the door.
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Please. ❜ She whispered in a few labored breaths. ❛
I fucked up. I really fucked up. ❜
The footsteps began to distance, and her body broke into pained gasps and silent whimpers. Her hand now cradled her abdomen, fingers locked tightly around a chunk of glass she knew was better to leave there.
( The crimson that pooled beneath her grasp was warm, uncomfortably so. )
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Please… I’m in too deep this time. I-I need… I need help. I need y-- ❜
Ryan’s words were cut short once she saw the closet door swing open with an ungodly force.
( sms; herman, the one eyed german ) i dare you ( sms; herman, the one eyed german ) just make sure your gave is dug first ( sms; herman, the one eyed german ) because i will whoop you’re fuckin ass
He spaced out a long time ago — somewhere between the first beer Bobby taking over his part of the small stage. What was once an all-too-busy mind weaving in and out of the next thing to say, what to do, how to do it, how to please, how to be worth something was now drowned in the sounds of the soft pluck of an acoustic guitar.
No one ever told him Ryan could sing. Any time he was around her otherwise, they did nothing but argue over what GOOD music was. — S t i l l h i s .
No matter what his argument on the subject was, he could not deny how his eyes closed just to hear her voice. All his weight was shifted to rest on one elbow place so hard against the counter, it started to ache. Far from deaf to the clatter around him, George pushed all the worries and cares to the back of his shaggy little head.
If music could solve anything, hers could cure the world.
❛ && I can easily understand how you could EASILY take my manBUT you don’t know what he means to me, J O L E N E… ❜
Her soft voice began to strain, words getting much harder to muster up as her emotions began to bleed through the surface. An air of sincerity now lacing through the silence as Ryan paused to catch her breath resolve, a hand lifting up to dab at the corner of her eyes.
❛ I’m BEGGING of you please don’t take my man… ❜
❛ Please don’t take him just because you can. ❜
One arm snaked around Bobby’s neck, her golden locks tousling gently as she began to sway side to side once again. Her free hand found refuge on her knee, thumb now tapping along with the guitar.
❛ && You could have your choice of men But I could never love again !! ‘Cuz he’s the only one for me, Jolene… ❜
Ryan took in one deep breath after she finished the song two verses too early – her chest could no longer take the weight that threatened to cave it in. Glossy hues shot open, tears still threatening to spill onto rosy cheeks, and her gaze instantly met the last person she thought she’d ever pick out of this crowd ——– R A T.
