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Post by asher marie harper on Jul 24, 2012 14:14:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]her clicks were angry and her typing was hard against the keyboard of her white mac book. asher harper sat in the dimly lit bedroom of hers, staring at the screen in front of her, eyes watering with tears and face red from anger and frustration. letting her hands hit her jean covered leg she closed her eyes and sniffed away the tears. clicking the ex box on the chat she was in she shut the laptop and stared at the wall behind it for a moment. why there was still a picture of her and dom was beyond her. she reached forward grabbing the picture off the wall and crumpled it between her pink colored nail painted fingers. she was ready to be over him, but there was one thing they ahd to take care of first. one matter of business. the fact that she was pregnant with his child, and had a miscarriage. she slouched in the black roller chair and closed her eyes. opening them she pushed herself up and walked to her closet. staring at her reflection she made a face.
stripping of her sweat pants she slid into a pair of skinny jeans and replaced her mis matched socks with glitter flats. heading out of her room she shut the door behind her and headed into the living room. she assumed that dom was already on his way over, since well she told him where she was and that she wanted to talk. he had pissed her off so much that she confessed over im about the accident. that was not how she wanted to handle the situation. she wanted to talk to dom, but no instead he insisted on being an asshole and making her crack. plopping down on the tan suede couch she reached towards the coffee table and flicked the tv on. she flipped through the various channels not finding one that caught her interest. letting out a loud groan she pushed herself off of the couch and headed into the kicthen, her phone buzzed it was a text from dom. he was on his way. great. she didnt even reply but set the phone down and rolled her eyes.
this is not how she wanted this to go down, but hey, life happened. her life had seemed to be filled with bad things, she lost her baby and her sister lost hers as well. was there something in the gene pool of the harper family that made it so they couldnt have baby girls? pulling out her phone she did dial her sister quickly, nothing. leaving a voicemail she could have really used her sisters advice right about now, but instead she was stuck here dealing with this on her own. the silence of the house was broken by the doorbell. it made asher nearly jump out of her skin, since she wasnt used to dom ringing the doorbell, instead of just walking in. she let out a sigh and headed to the door. pausing in front of it she slowly opened it fully and stood there, arms crossed, looking at him. she didnt say one word.
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dominic mark holt
LOWER CLASS.
local, surfing instructor.
played by wren [/font]
Posts: 15
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Post by dominic mark holt on Jul 26, 2012 22:18:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:279px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] both of us It took a lot to make Dominic Holt speechless and at this exact moment it was what he was. Flabbergasted and utterly speechless. He felt like an asshole, worse than he had felt before. Which was saying something. Dominic Holt rarely felt bad in situations where he was being an asshole. He stared at the open IM conversation on his Mac Book, reading Asher's replies over and over again. He had hated Asher when she left, so abruptly and without so much as a goodbye, but right now it was hard to hate her. It was hard to feel anything towards her other than remorse. Dom pulled out his cell phone and sent a quick text message to Asher, letting her know he was on his way over. He closed his laptop and nabbed the car keys off the kitchen table on his way out the door. Asher's apartment wasn't far, but he needed to get there as quickly as possible.
He hopped into his beat-up Mustang and backed out of the parking lot. As a red light his mind couldn't quite concentrate on driving. She had had a miscarriage. He couldn't help thinking back to the night they had slept together. After everything they had been through, all the things they had told each other, there was no way Asher would keep him in the dark about miscarrying his child. It had to have been someone else's. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. What if it had been his? Did that mean Asher didn't trust him enough to tell him? Had their friendship even meant anything to her? He had spent so much time hating her about leaving, considering he had started to develop some pretty strong feelings toward her. A vehicle honked behind him, alerting Dom that the light had turned green. He pressed on the gas and took the next left to Asher's parent's place. He pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. He didn't get out right away, he felt glued to the seat. He hadn't thought about how this encounter was going to happen, or what he was even going to say to her. Talking behind a computer screen was different, he hadn't seen her since the night they had accidentally drank too much and had sex.
He wiped the sweat that had gathered on his brow and stepped out of the vehicle. As he made his way up the front walkway, he nervously slid his hands into his pockets before taking them back out and wiping the sweat on the legs of his jeans. Standing in front of the door he hesitated, still trying to find words to say. Without thinking first, he pushed the door bell. It felt weird ringing the door bell, since so many times before he had just marched in, said a quick hello to her parents, and headed straight for Asher's room. But no he felt like a stranger, so ringing the doorbell felt normal. When Asher swung the door open, she greeted him by staring at him with her arms folded over her chest. He stared back, unable to speak right away. Finally her mustered a, "Um, hey. How are you?" He sounded stupid and he knew it, but finally seeing her, standing here in front of him he hadn't the nerve to fly off the handle yet. |
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Post by asher marie harper on Jul 27, 2012 12:50:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=border,0,true][style=width:400px;height:190px;padding-right:5px; text-align:justify;font-family:arial; font-size:9px; line-height:80%; overflow:auto;]maybe not telling him is what ruined the relationship, maybe that was the wrong thing that she could have done. maybe she should have told him. never have left. if she wouldnt have left, would there be a little baby girl in her arms right now? would her and dom actually be together? would her and dom be a family? so many thoughts ran through ashers brain as she stood there waiting for him to arrive. he had been such an asshole, but then again she actually really deserved it. she felt as if the world was spinning in slow motion. she couldnt believe that he had picked at her and picked at her until she snapped and told him. that was not the way that she wanted things to work out, she didnt want to tell him that way, but of course like the usual dom, he picked at her the wrong way. she was standing in silence so long that she didnt even realize that the doorbell had ran, it actually made her jump out of her skin slightly. she looked up, a piece of her oddly colored hair fell in her face. many people asked her why her hair was that color, she didnt really know honestly. she had never done anything so drastic, other then running away and getting pregnant.
she stood in the kitchen for a moment, collecting her thoughts, swallowing all of her doubts and fears away as she pushed herself off of the counter to go answer the door. when she swung it open, it didnt surprise her much. dom hadnt changed much. seeing him still gave her those little butterfly feelings as well as the feeling as if there was no one else in the world and there was noting wrong with the situation that they were in right now. when in reality, everything was wrong. she wanted to scoop him up in a hug and never let him go, cry, tell him how much she really loved him and never ever wanted to leave him again, but she couldnt. not right now, not for a while. it didnt seem or feel right at the moment. after everything that was just confessed, things were still touchy, and she didnt want to pour salt on an opened wound.
as she stood there, arms crossed staring at him she blinked and hoped that all this would just go away and he would walk in as if nothing had ever happened. as if this was all just a huge nightmare, but no, instead he stood there awkwardly in front of her and spoke. how are you. that was all that he had to say to her? after all that she had just told him how are you. that made her want to laugh, laugh right in his face. but instead she simply shook her head and moved aside motioning him to come in. she turned away, hoping and knowing that he would follow. she headed into the living room and sat on the couch, still not saying a word. she brought her hand to her head and ran her fingers through her hair wiating for him to walk into the living room. she needed to be sitting to deal with this.
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