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Post by bree fisher on Mar 23, 2008 13:16:11 GMT -5
I held up my hands, palm forward in the universal "whoa, nelly" gesture. Calm down, man, you're not the only one. My dad, he dealt with Jeremy because he's taking over the firm when he's twenty one, and Bree because she's gorgeous and can model for anyone, but me he didn't bother with so much. I was the baby right before the divorce, you know?
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Post by Dakota on Mar 23, 2008 16:20:57 GMT -5
He sighed, realizing he wasn't the only one treated like shit. He sipped his coffee out of the straw which he pinched together with his teeth. He rubbed his chest a little, the scabs starting to get irritated from the shirts he wore. Smirking, he leaned back in his chair, balancing on his tip toes, and sighed heavily. He bit his lip and looked at Annabel.
[That really must have sucked. Especially when your parents got divorced after you were born. My parents are still together which sucks too because they never talk to eachother but they have split custody. So legally, if I were still 17 my dad could have taken me anytime he wanted and I couldn't object. but he never did. Now that im 18 he suddenly wants to be in my life again.]
He explained, feeling sympathetic towards Annabel
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 23, 2008 16:27:08 GMT -5
I shrugged. Nothing bothers me, remember? I was a baby, and I've always stayed in some boarding school. During the summers, usually all of us were at Mom's, and I always had Haven to hang with, so it was cool.
But man, maybe you should give your Dad a chance? I mean, come on. The guy's probably realized that you're an adult now. I mean, you're going to college next year and if things stay the way they are he knows he'll never see you again.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 23, 2008 19:16:23 GMT -5
He shrugged, wondering how different things would be had his brother made it past the age of 13. He shook his head to Annabels statement.
[No, nu uh, no way. If he wanted to see me before he could have called. It was the 13 birthdays he missed, the medical bills, the nights after he left that I lied awake wondering when he was coming home that he had the perfect opportunity to come back. Not now that Im 18. He keeps texting me and asking me to come with him on a cruise, and im pretty sure he just wants to rub his hooker girlfriend in my face and make me call her mom. My dad wasn't so dissapointing when I was little though...I mean...not to me. In all of my family pictures we were smiling and happy, year after year, then one year we got our pictures taken and there was only 3 of us, and nobody looked happy. Subsequently 3 days after we got the pictures back dad left. Just picked up a hooker, took mom's credit card, the car, and left...scott free. Like my mom knew it was coming.]
He said, his hands laid out on the table as though he was surrendering. He gripped his drink and sipped his latte, looking at annabel as he raised his brow, sighing again.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 24, 2008 5:26:01 GMT -5
I shrugged, wincing on the inside. I mean, at least I had always known a broken home. To go from a full one to a broken one and not even know it? Ouch.
Yeah, and that's probably exactly why he didn't call. He knows he fucked up big. Maybe there was something going on between him and your mom that was really bad, I don't know. But he probably wanted to get away from it all.
In any case, he is your dad. You should at least see him once, to tell all this to him. And he's gonna be the grandfather to your kids. And they're gonna ask questions. And what are you going to tell them? she sat back, noticing he was about to explode his coffee. She took his hand off the cup before it burst open.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 24, 2008 18:17:51 GMT -5
He smirked, thinking her words over and he shrugged. He didn't particulary want kids.
[I'll tell them he committed suicide or something. He probably will eventually.]
He said, thinking if Bella wanted kids, what he would do. He really couldn't stand them. Maybe it changes when you actually have one. He doubted it and looked at Annabel, thinking of something else to say, but found himself at a loss for words.
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 24, 2008 19:57:02 GMT -5
She gave him a level, scary look. Bree and Jeremy tended to call it "The Look". Kaleb. You're totally missing my point.
[[no muse + tiredness sorry]]
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Post by mattandtyler on Mar 24, 2008 20:09:26 GMT -5
OOC : Addie doesnt want kids.. and neither do her characters lol nice.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 24, 2008 21:31:24 GMT -5
ooc :thanks tyler -_-
bic: He rolled his eyes, looking at her like normal even though she was giving him this death glare.
ooc: your rubbing your no-museness on me
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Post by bree fisher on Mar 25, 2008 17:40:23 GMT -5
I sighed. I rubbed my face with my hands. The point is, he's your father. You should at least see him to at least say this to him. Even if you hate him, you owe him that and he owes you that. It's something you should do. I was getting close to losing it. He thought his problems were soo bad, and they were pretty awful. But he was doing that rich kid thing. He thought his problems were the worst in the world.
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Post by Dakota on Mar 26, 2008 20:28:05 GMT -5
He shook his head, defiant in his reasoning. He bit his lip, still shaking his head. It's not that he was acting like a rich kid with all of his problems, just the one that meant the most to him. He was persistant and unwilling to see his father.
[No, I won't. I don't want to see him, his face, or be around him. He makes me so angry.]
He said, looking at her, his lips finding the straw and suckiing up the remaining iced latte.
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 3, 2008 20:58:42 GMT -5
She snapped. Only because she was Annabel did even her out of control anger come out quiet and restrained. Her voice was low and deadly. Kaleb! Haven's parents sold her to a child pornographer when she was 3 and she was raped as a child prostitute until she was 6! Your Dad may be awful and horrible and not deserving or whatever, but he is still your dad. And at least your dad is alive. My dad was a piece of shit and I still miss him more than anything.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 3, 2008 21:06:24 GMT -5
He looked down at the table, shaking his head then stopping, looking back up at her. he was silent for a minute before responding to this pretty awful bit of information she had just supplied him with.
[It's not like that with me and him annabel. I still dont want to see him. I may not have gone through those awful things, but for years and years it was just me and my mom dealing with the grief of my dead brother and he just didn't care.]
He said pretty blatently in a matter of fact tone, his eyes catching hers for only a brief moment.
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 5, 2008 18:17:21 GMT -5
She sighed. She leaned back in her chair. How do you know he didn't care?
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Post by Dakota on Apr 6, 2008 20:34:42 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow, getting a bit frustrated here with her.
he said, his breathing having increased, his veins in his arms enlargen and raise. His hand was gripped around his empty cup, his lips pursed into a thin smile and he was glad at that moment he could control himself.
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 7, 2008 8:35:55 GMT -5
She took his hand off the cup before he broke it. He didn't need any more burns. Kaleb. Relax. I'm not trying to make any less what happened to you. I just think you should talk to him. And I understand why you don't want to...but honestly, imagine how much this must hurt for him? Sometimes...there are just reasons you don't understand.
Look, you don't have to listen to me, and you certainly don't have to heed what I say. I mean, I don't think I spoke to my Dad once in the years before he and Haven's dad got in that car crash, me being the non-beautiful mistake baby. And that just makes me feel really awful, sometimes, and I wouldn't want you feeling that guilty.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 7, 2008 20:04:14 GMT -5
He stopped and listened to her, his mind open finally, but still closed on certain subjects. he listened to her talking about his father, her father, and it for once seemed like things werent that bad, but after a while he snapped out of that, leaning back into the chair in a relaxed position, his head resting in his hands. He sighed heavily, looking at her with an exhausted glare, then proceded to look at his coffee.
[Im not talking to him anymore. It's just that I would have talked to him any other time the last 13 years, but when I hit 18 i swore him off. My neighbor was more of a father to me than he ever was.]
he stated quite plainly about his neighbor who always seemed to have a stick up his ass and yells at him and his friends everytime they would open the garage door.
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 8, 2008 20:08:57 GMT -5
She stirred her coffee quietly. What was so special about 18? she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
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Post by Dakota on Apr 8, 2008 20:38:22 GMT -5
He shrugged and looked at her, smirking as he looked at her, his eyes seemingly fixed on hers.
[18 is when I had the choice. He would have asked to see me when I was 17 years and 364 days old, and i wouldn't have had a choice, but he chose not to. i think he just wanted to be rejected or something. Like my resistance to his presence was enough to make his nightmares go away. Maybe he can sleep better knowing I don't want to see him anymore than he wants to see me.]
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Post by bree fisher on Apr 9, 2008 14:35:44 GMT -5
I shook my head. That assumption is another thing in a list of things you don't know. If you're okay with not knowing about your dad, then whatever. But it seems kind of stupid to hate someone you hardly know. You don't know about any of this, if he just did this to you because he's a bastard or what. In the end, you don't know why he left you and your family, and it sucks, and he could have handled it better, but life is like that. Don't bitch about it. It's the way things are.
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