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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Apr 6, 2007 21:59:01 GMT -5
   Neither speaking, nor hearing from Tyler in almost a month was driving her absolutely crazy. Not to mention she felt awful for still stripping at the strip club. However, she had stopped just about a week ago. Hannah did have sex with a few guys while she had worked there. They weren’t old forty year old child molesters they were in their twenties or around that age. She had quit stripping for a certain reason, not because she just got sick of it or anything. She just needed to and she needed to talk to Tyler, but not all that sure he’d talk to her, even listen to what she has to say, or even look at her. God she was so messed up just like her mother. Something she told her self she was never going to end up being, but then somehow wound up being. Hannah was bound determine to talk to him. She just needed to. She made her way out of bed, going into the bathroom and throwing up her lungs. This whole throwing up part had been going on ever since about two weeks ago. All she want was for this to stop, and everything be fine as it once was. That was never going to happen though. No matter how much she wished. It just wasn’t. Once Hannah was finally done with throwing up, she closed the bathroom door, turned on the hot water of the shower, undressed and got in. Once done with her shower she still felt nashious and just not at all herself. Hannah grabbed a towel drying herself off, stepping out of the shower and then headed into her room finding a pair of nice fitting jeans and a white tank-top getting dressed. She pulled wet hair into a messy bun. Looking around her room for a big soft sweatshirt she pulled that over her small frame. Making her way back into the bathroom putting on some light make-up just go she didn’t look that nasty looking when she stepped outside. Hannah grabbed her cell phone off of the table along with her keys and walked over to the front door opening it up and walking out, closing along with locking the door behind her.
Hannah was going to have to walk to Tyler’s house there was no really other way to get there. No bus that she knew of would take her into South Central, so she’d just have to hope nothing would happen to her on the way over there. She didn’t anything would but you never know…people these days. Making her way on to the Street that Tyler lived nothing really happened she walked up the stairs to his house, and knocked on the door, right now it was ten a.m. and she really hope he wasn’t with anyone or that he wasn’t there or maybe he was still sleeping. Hannah just really needed to talk to him.
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Apr 6, 2007 22:46:05 GMT -5
The sound of the alarm clock was the most hated thing at this time of day. Tyler groaned, slamming his hand down on the snooze button and sitting up on the edge of his bed. With a gentle rub of his eyes Tyler sat there for a moment looking around at the disaster of a house. He sighed looking disgustedly at his pill sorter laying on the nightstand. He hated the fact that pills decided who he was. Why couldn't he just be him? Alot of things had happened lately, and he couldn't even be upset about them. Like not feeling any remorse toward Hannah or even feeling upset about it. He didn't feel any of it because of his medication. He wanted to feel. Consequently, Tyler lifted himself off of his bed and walked right past the nightstand. Screw the medicine. No amount of milligrams was going to choose who he was. Besides, he hadn't planned on seeing anyone today. What could it hurt? It was only the 5th day he'd stopped taking them.
Tyler walked into his wet floored bathroom, and hunched over the sink staring into the mirror. He brushed his teeth and washed his face and what not, not even bothering to change out of his shorts that he wore to bed. He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, pulling out the carton of milk from the refrigerator and drinking right from it. His mind was already racing from not taking his medication he was thinking about past, present, and future. It was making him dwell on things. Such as Hannah for instance. He hadn't really thought about her much, and now it was all he really could think about. How ignorant she was being- and having brought up HIS problems? God, she had some nerve.
Tyler raised an eyebrow hearing a knock on the door. Please no break-ins today. Tyler sighed walking over to the door and opening it, seeing Hannah stand before him. Holy. Shit. What in the hell was she doing here? Of all places? He was always ashamed when people found where he lived and saw what he lived with everyday. It was embarrassing. Tyler rubbed the top of his head with the raise of an eyebrow again. "Can I help you?" He asked in a low tone, pretty much acting like he didn't know her. As hard as it was, he had to. People can't just walk on him and not even flinch. He didn't play that game.
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Apr 6, 2007 23:16:09 GMT -5
   Hannah did worry about Tyler non-stop because she didn’t really know if he was taking his meds or not and that did scare her, a lot actually. She’d heard things that he did when he wasn’t taking them on when he wasn’t even on them. To tell you the truth she didn’t want anything bad to happen to him. Once the door was open she looked at him, he had probably been sleeping or something by the way he was dressed and all. “I need to talk to you.” Hannah told me, being secerious about that. She didn’t care what the fuck his place looked like or anything that didn’t matter to her she just needed someone that she thought was a friend. Well more or less would listen to her. Just someone and all she could think of at this moment was Tyler. “Can I come in please?” She looked into his eyes, and they just seemed hard as a rock and what seemed like no emotion what-so-ever. On the other hand her eyes were soft and rimed with tears. She wasn’t crying well at least not yet anyways. She always hated to cry even when she was little, because she knew that showed a sign of weakness and she never wanted to be a weak person. Hannah always wanted to be a person that could stand on her own two feet. “Please?” She asked once again she knew it wasn’t going to be this easy. “I’m sorry, about everything.” She told him looking at him and then at her shoes. “I am, I-I just really need someone to talk to.” She told him, feeling like she was going to cry, even though she would hide it the best she could.
Hannah bit her lip looking up at him, god she was like her fucking mother in every single way imaginable. So at this point she just hated her self, even more because she wanted to be nothing like her mother or what even her mother would tell her when she was little what she would turn out to be when she got older and saying all the shit about her over and over just kinda played in her mind right now. She didn’t know how to even stop it. Then now with Tyler and her now being pregnant she didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore. She just felt like hiding some place where she’d never be found again and just die all alone. Tyler hated her she could tell by what he said when he had answered the door and everything.
“Please?” She asked once again, looking up at him, she just hoped he would let her him so she just could talk about everything. |
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Post by TYLER JONES. on Apr 9, 2007 17:22:22 GMT -5
She sure had alot of nerve coming here. Especially to talk to him? What magical planet was she living on? For once, Tyler could finally see the immaturity in her. The scared little fifteen year old girl, as she stood there on his front step. He sighed with a small groan, and widened the door for her to come inside. He wasn't sure why he was actually letting her in, nor did he understand what she could possibly have to talk to him about. But whatever it was, he was guessing it wasn't anything spectacular, hence the sadness in her eyes. He always knew that look. That look of 'the world is falling apart as I know it'. She portrayed it so well. And in a sense, he understood it. Watching himself everyday, beating himself up over the dumbest little things. He blamed himself for ruining Hannah and his relationship, but knew that it wasn't 100% his fault. Yet he continued to blame himself. Putting himself through some sort of vortex of misery- on purpose. He never knew why he did that. But now that his meds were fading off- he understood completely.
Tyler watched her walk through the house, scanning everything around. He let out another sigh and rubbed the back of his head, thinking of what he could possibly say to her. What did he have to say? Four weeks of no contact at all, there wasn't much to say. But looking at how frightened and lost she looked, he couldn't bare to say anything harsh. Just looking at her made him feel bad. "What's going on? Everything okay?" He asked in a dull tone, sitting down pulling a shirt over his head. She sure caught him at one of the worst times- but it was good to see her again. He still felt resent for her, and at the same time a sense of compassion. He didn't know what his emotions were doing to him. Going off the meds was messing with what he normally felt- and spewing off something he'd never known before.
[[kinda sucky. but I'll pick up once you get what you have to say out.]]
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Post by Hannah DeLuca on Apr 9, 2007 19:14:38 GMT -5
   She could tell that Tyler didn’t even want her here in the first place. God how stupid was she for even coming here it was a mistake at least she thought it was. Tyler opened that front door wider for her to walk in. She did step through the door way and into his house. It wasn’t anything fancy or anything to nice, just seem like a normal house. Hannah wrapped her skinny little arms, around her small frame as she looked around and then her eyes fell back on to him. She didn’t know were she stood with him as fare as a friendship thing. If they were or weren’t friends she didn’t really know. Was she going to ask him? Hell no she could tell just by the way he was acting that, they weren’t unless she wrong. And the whole ‘sorry’ thing never seemed to do any good. Hannah needs to explain to him really everything. Basically this was all her fault, her wrecking a great friendship, then stripping, then now pregnant. How immature can a person get?
Hannah sat down not right next to him, but next to him. As he asked if everything was okay she shook her head. Not a damn thing was okay, and nothing would ever be okay again. She rested her arms on her legs toying with the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt. Looking at her hands and sighed, “No, everything’s not okay.” She glanced over at him making eye contacted with him for a few moments before looking somewhere else. “I’m sorry, for just everything.” She told him. “Like me bringing up your past and everything.” She said look back over at. “I’m for the way I acted and just everything.” Hannah sighed, and leaded back a little. “I shouldn’t have made you tell me about you past or anything.” She said shaking her head at herself. It was like choosing his friendship or her job stripping and she choose stripping. The reason why she chose that was because she did feel somewhat betrayed be him. Why? She doesn’t really know and now she regrets it. Looking back she was stupid and she knew it. “I’m stupid….and I’m really sorry.” She said looking back over to him not really expecting all that much of him. She was the fuck up not him.
“I’ve stopped stripping.” She said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear her. Not like it really made a difference, now that she was pregnant. Hannah didn’t want to tell him that just yet. She needed to know that things between them were okay now or would be okay before she could tell him. It’s a trust thing. So she would wait and see what he has to say if anything for what she told him. Everything that she told him was all true every single thing. Was totally true and she meant it.
Once after he spoke to her she looked down at her hands again toying with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. "I have to tell you something." She said looking over at him. "When I was a stripper; which i'm not at all anymore and never plain to be again." She told him. "I had sex with a guy....and now..."She said her eyes were once again rimmed with tears as one then slid down her face. "I-I'm pregnant." She said, as more and more tears fell. Hannah couldn't look at him, she was to ashamed of herself.
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