tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60301946844199248282024-03-12T21:51:46.524-07:00The Secret SilenceHow do you know you're past hasn't followed you to you're present?Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030194684419924828.post-6393968549472491752012-02-21T11:13:00.000-08:002012-02-21T13:27:22.499-08:00Making Changes - (part 5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The next day I woke to a beautiful sun rise - I had never seen a prettier one. I had decided to sleep at Tish's that night due to circumstances involving my ex. His previous phone call had put a downer on the mood, leaving things dry between me and Tish but I had assured her I would be more than capable of walking home alone. But due to Tish's stubbornness I settled down for a night on her forte sofa listening to the ramblings of the soaps on the TV. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On the way to work I drifted in and out of thought. These past few weeks hadn't made a lot of sense... breaking up with Diego so suddenly did kind of make me feel sorry for him... in a way. I knew Tish was right, and that he shouldn't of hit me - we could of spoken about it and moved on with our lives - as a couple. I did miss the way he looked at me in the morning, and the way he smiled at me when I cracked a joke over coffee... I suppose in a way I did still love him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tish had just arrived at work and she wasn't looking forward to the day ahead. Working in the Mayor's office did it have its disadvantages; like filing papers, making coffee, and organising the Mayor's daily schedule. She stopped and braced herself before deciding to move closer to the entrance, when something caught her attention behind her. Diego. What was he doing here? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish! Wait up!" Tish sighed and prepared herself for what was to come. "Tish! Wait. Up." He said between breaths. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you want Diego? As you can see I wasn't expecting to bump into you ever again."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you mean? Don't tell me I've pissed you off too?" He gave her a look of uncertainty not knowing what she meant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well actually 'yeah' you have as a matter of fact - you know... when you hit my best friend and all." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Oh right... you know Tish, I never meant for that to happen." His expression changed from attentiveness, to sobriety and the change in mood made him feel uncomfortable. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah right Diego - you know I never did like you. I knew the moment Ellie introduced us you were gonna be bad news - the moment I laid eyes on you!" Tish turned to walk away when she focused on Diego again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish, whatever Ellie has said let me reassure you that it wasn't like that..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Like what...? Hitting her in the face? Making her feel like she had done wrong by you? Accusing her of getting it on with other guys? I mean what could be as bad as that right?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No, Tish you have it all wrong..." Before he could finish Tish butted straight back in again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"It a real shame you know that? Because she really loved you Diego. Sometimes when I would call her and see how she was doing, she would say how she thought you were the perfect guy. She would say how she wanted to start a family with you, and sell the business...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But I guess we can't all have white house with the picket fence, and the three kids with the cute dog. Sometimes life can be unfair that way... goodbye Diego." Tish turned away and navigated towards the building she had been dreading to enter previously, </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">knowing she had hit a nerve with Diego. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The feeling inside Diego's chest was just a big dark void, empty and bitter. He had always resented Tish because she had a way of saying things without holding back. He loved Ellie and he would find a way of getting back with her, whether circumstances had changed or not. He could be that man Ellie dreamed of, he would give her the house with the picket fence - the kids would come in time, but he could buy her dog! For it was only the beginning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At the store, Ellie had spent the day going over invoices, arranging stock and listening to customers whine and complain whilst shopping. Ellie had heard her fair share of complaints from customers moaning and bickering about their lives, in her duration of being in business. Two customers were in the store doing just that, and Ellie couldn't help but stop and eavesdrop on the conversation that was being held between the two. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You know what Anna? I've had it with my daughter storming in and out of the house at what ever time she feels like. I'm the one that lays down the boundaries in the family and all my wife does is sit there and tell me how hard I am on her! I mean would you let you're Chelsea behave like that?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well, no I wouldn't... have you tried talking to her Beau?" The lady looked like she sympathised with the gentleman, and Ellie made her way behind the counter to show that she wasn't listening in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes we have tried - Leslie more so than I, but I just can't bring my self to face her. I mean she just gets me so mad that I try to avoid her as much as possible." The faces on the pair told Ellie everything she needed to know without her even having to ask, and when they noticed she was looking at them they left the store. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It didn't bother Ellie, she had sent her two employee's home early because the store had been empty most of the day - even going on a long lunch break herself. Ellie planned on spending the rest of her evening at the store, then going for a quick bite to eat, then back to her folks house. When a handsome stranger entered the store, he immediately caught her attention. Soft brown hair, light green eyes, a toned body - qualities women usually appreciate in a man, and he had defiantly aroused something inside of Ellie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hi could you help me?" The sweet sounding man asked. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes - of course! What is it you're looking for?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"A book on genetics - a rare edition, someone told me to come here because apparently you sell unique items...?" Ellie looked intrigued, never before had anyone said she sold 'unique' items. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well that book must be very rare, if you think I have it..." She gave a cute smile and waited for him to reply. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes! its very rare, looked everywhere on the net to see if any on-line sites sold it - and apparently not, so you were my last chance." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh sorry to hear that sir..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Jim - please!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Jim...I could have a look for you...but I have to say I don't normally stock books on genetics, and if its rare the chances of it being in the store, are quite slim..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well I have to try - you see I work at the science museum and I need to touch up on my knowledge on genetics for this display, and a friend recommended this book by Richard Spencer called ' The Genetic Code', and round about now I'm bordering on desperation to try and obtain it..." Ellie could see despondency over taking him and she prayed for the book to be in her store - promising to stock up on more scientific books in the future! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well sir." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Jim please - I don't mean to put you out like this but I'm really desperate..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I hope I have it so I can put you're search to an end." She looked at him with hopeful eyes and then moved over to the book shelf. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Richard Spencer you said...?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes that's it - he's a bit of a one hit wonder if you ask me, this book was suppose to be one his early publications - which is why its so hard to find." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That's why most stores don't sell it I'm afraid. Richard Patten; Richard Becker, you don't want to read ' How to find love in five days' by Richard Mason do you?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No - no, I'm not looking for love as we speak..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Really? You already have a girlfriend then?" Ellie waited anxiously. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No I don't, girlfriends at a time like this would mean an instant break up I'm sure of it!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That's good - I was worried I would have to stock up on some of those too..." A smile appeared on his face, someone who was humorous for a change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ah! Richard Spencer 'Genetics in the modern age'...and by the looks of it, it is all we have I'm afraid..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Really? That's a recent publication actually - could I buy that instead?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "No I'm sorry no one who is handsome or desperate can purchase this edition - its a new policy." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Now that is a shame - and here I was, thinking beautiful women were easy to sway..." They smiled at each other and the chemistry was all most too much to bear for the two of them, and oddly they made a cute couple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well its you're's... if you still want it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Of course! with you're phone number I hope...?" She stopped in her tracks and stayed dead silent, as if her heart had just stopped beating. She felt like a school girl being asked out on her first date with the hot jock - so embarrassing! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Wow! I don't normally get asked out on dates - I hope you don't mind if I say 'no' to that do you?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Why would you though? A nice guy like me... and after saving my life and all, I would have thought you would have liked to get to know each other a little better?" This was not what Ellie expected, it had gone from checking him out - to flirtation, and then being asked out for dinner - all in the same night! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Its not that - Jim... but I've just come out of a relationship and we left things in a bad way. I think its just too soon." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh...okay...I mean if that's how you feel?" He looked as if he had taken the rejection hard but it was too soon - Ellie had been with Diego for three years, and she couldn't just rush into another relationship like that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah I'm sorry Jim - but that's how I feel. But I hope everything goes okay with you're science display." I gave a faint smile, catching a glimpse of the look in his eyes - it was a look of disappointment. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When he had finally paid for his book he left saying 'goodbye' and the door chimed behind him. Ellie let out a huff, and then sank to the dusty floor below her, arms on her lap and started thinking how she had ruined an opportunity to be happy - for once. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"He was kind of cute... and he did have the most adorable manner; caring, funny!" But the sound of her cell phone jerked her back to reality once again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hello?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Hi Ellie? Its Tish... I was wondering whether you were going to come back to mine after you finished up at work?" </i>Tish. Great. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Um... actually I was just going to grab a bite to eat and then go back to my parents house - I figured I had ruined you're couch for one night." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Oh well where you going for that bite to eat? 'Reno's?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You serious! That place is too expensive...I was thinking how I might go back to that bar...Glendale - right?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Yeah - but you can't go alone..."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay...what do you suggest?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Well...I could come with you? I have to talk to you by the way..." </i>Ellie waited for Tish to continue and when she didn't Ellie pushed the conversation forward. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you mean <i>'you have to talk to me' </i>what about?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Well I'll tell you when I see you...okay?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! Its not okay! spill it!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"No really...I'll meet you at 'Giblets' say around - seven? I'll find us a table if I get there before you, okay?" </i>Ellie started to grow nervous, the suspension was eating away at her insides. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"All right. But it better be good news!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"So Tish - I'm curious. You sounded serious on the phone..." We grabbed a seat at the bar, and I waited for her to explain herself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well don't you think Diego being outside my work counts as serious?" Was she for real?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish...honey...not really." Her face began to scrunch up and the frustration oozed out from her pores. Tish was pissed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"How can you sit there and tell me its not serious? You're boyfriend shows up at my work - and then speaks to me as if we're soul sisters!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish, you do exaggerate...you know that right?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Exaggerate! You're just as crazy as he is!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The volume of Tish's voice had began to rise, and her behaviour attracted the eyes from total strangers around the room. Even the Mixologist had started to pull gestures. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish do you even know what he was doing there? I mean he was probably going to work?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Don't give me that bull! He's a stalker! Trying to keep tabs on both of us."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish could you keep you're voice down - we're out in civilisation!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Fine. But if I see him again - I'm going to the police, and there will be nothing you can do to stop me." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish, why bother? I mean its not like he's broken any laws..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh well assault seems like a good enough reason - don't you think?" Tish rested her eyes on Ellie, and Ellie knew she was bluffing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Listen Tish...I know you're angry but believe me I'm fine. I know Diego went through this phase of finding it hard to let go - but what guy wouldn't? I mean after all...it was three years." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Fine. I'm ordering, you want a drink?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes. Please!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you want?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh...um...could I have a 'Jack Daniel's' please?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">" 'Jack Daniel's'... at this time of night?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well what are you going to order?" Ellie was nervous when ever Tish caught her out, though she didn't admit it, sometimes Tish brought the 'child' out of Ellie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I was gonna order a 'Sweet Hijink' its not too strong - and it tastes nice too..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay - well I will have one as well then..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Good choice!" Tish retorted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Here are yah drinks ladies!" The Mixologist handed the two they're drinks and then moved along to another customer who was waiting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Thanks." Tish took her drink, and then inhaled the sweet aroma that flowed from the cup. She then began swallowing the contents in a hurry as if she hadn't had a drink all day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Thirsty?" The sarcastic tone of Ellie implied. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah, been drinking coffee all day - it can't be good for me..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Its working in that office all day, you should really take water with you instead." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No. Its working with the Mayor all day that's what it is. Honestly that man really knows how to make my blood boil..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Why what's happened?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Don't worry. Hows you're day been anyway? Seen anything of the stalker?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish would you refrain from calling my ex boyfriend a stalker. And no. I haven't seen him at all - but lets not be too hasty...its still early." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes. We wouldn't want to jinx anything would we?" Tish finished off the rest of her drink, and then sat back down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh! I met someone today!" Excitement appeared on Ellie's face like a kid in a candy store. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Really? A special kind of someone I gather..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well he was nice. He asked for my number if that's what you mean?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Wow! It doesn't take you long does it?" Tish's ignorance had always frustrated Ellie, who was nothing but understanding when Tish faced troubles like hers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well, he didn't rip my clothes off if that's what you mean..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah - well - would it have bothered you if he had?" Tish responded forcefully. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No. He was gorgeous, and he had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"He sounds like a keeper, Ellie - maybe you should have given him you're number." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What! Tish are you crazy?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Why? its about time you started making some changes."</span>Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030194684419924828.post-29827982730491174932012-01-30T16:30:00.000-08:002012-02-14T12:21:56.314-08:00Feeling Lucky! (part 4)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKhOxInYk2zp6nUQ8mfQCI7vdMrVSJD67A2-QCzEnI2g18Bb9zga6aTFe7dhn7nKEnJN9klZ4flJ5VglGGhFtH-cFoIX3BpCTfdQH7VcfTfZnw2Y7-Kt_tONG8cilKGr-iII2wa3YAjw/s1600/Screenshot-023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSKhOxInYk2zp6nUQ8mfQCI7vdMrVSJD67A2-QCzEnI2g18Bb9zga6aTFe7dhn7nKEnJN9klZ4flJ5VglGGhFtH-cFoIX3BpCTfdQH7VcfTfZnw2Y7-Kt_tONG8cilKGr-iII2wa3YAjw/s640/Screenshot-023.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well, well, well...who is this stranger and what could she possibly want?" I was about to turn and start laughing when I heard Tish approach me, then I realised how serious she was. Her normal bright feature was replaced with a dull, somber disposition and it bothered me. What exactly had Diego said to her?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Now I thought that maybe I had been left in the dark for a reason...but then I thought hmm... why would Ellie not tell me if I had done something wrong?" She stood directly in front of me with a tough exterior, I had always admired her strong will. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish...I'm sorry - I had meant to call...but..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"But what...?"</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WmxGZsWQwiXHefssCtJjHBrYVZuF1J9ObY0gqE6og5aiQmZmsjJVEShL5Mlkq873jeU-NulPlokaQo4bbH0kfRj9dhFMH4Wxi-AW2bPJxT6F77DAKOQvaqmBbGECnFnd-5jBPMOgwx8/s1600/Screenshot-024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WmxGZsWQwiXHefssCtJjHBrYVZuF1J9ObY0gqE6og5aiQmZmsjJVEShL5Mlkq873jeU-NulPlokaQo4bbH0kfRj9dhFMH4Wxi-AW2bPJxT6F77DAKOQvaqmBbGECnFnd-5jBPMOgwx8/s640/Screenshot-024.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't know? It was a difficult situation..." I looked like a child who was being told off by the teacher for scribbling on the walls. Tish had that effect on people, who had wronged her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Diego said that I was the one responsible for the argument you two had that night." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish you don't believe him do you?" </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4OOckuusH4aUDVCIw2T_xLLldboV5Lm1VqA43L5K0z1WINoBr30ZugU6bjIBehr1t5x7ZePxrGdvPfk64wMIk4crOr-4pqYNjOV-jdUkPAYLseKaUQDAil-W69NXtoWHnkV13UWgjBI/s1600/Screenshot-025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4OOckuusH4aUDVCIw2T_xLLldboV5Lm1VqA43L5K0z1WINoBr30ZugU6bjIBehr1t5x7ZePxrGdvPfk64wMIk4crOr-4pqYNjOV-jdUkPAYLseKaUQDAil-W69NXtoWHnkV13UWgjBI/s640/Screenshot-025.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"For a moment I didn't...thought I'd hear the truth from you. But when you never called or came over...I started to believe him." She looked reserved and calm, awaiting my reply. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish...'yes' we fought that night and 'yes' he did put the blame on you...but did you really think that I would blame you? My best friend who has always been there for me?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well than why did he call and say that you blamed me for pressuring you into going to that bar?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Because he's an idiot who has got nothing else better to do than make other people's lives a misery..." I tried my hardest to make her see sense - see anything at all! To try and make her see reason, whatever Diego had said... he had done his best to make her turn against me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Look Tish, that night things got out of hand between me and Diego, yuh know one thing lead to another and he hit me..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish really... its fine now... okay?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Girl, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch if its the last thing I do!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What! You haven't even gone to police about it?" I looked a little confused.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish why would I go to the police?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't know? Get him charged with domestic abuse?" I couldn't believe she was being serious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish it really wasn't like that...Yuh know? It was bound to happen sooner or later..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Girl - it shouldn't have happened at all!" Her frustration was obvious, and her pupils had grown in size showing all the anger that she was feeling. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That was one quality I adored her for, she hated labelling and anything to do with stereotypes - to Tish she didn't care whether she was friends with geek's; cheerleader's, football players, emo's as long as they were real. Real people in Tishes mind made for good friends and that was all that Tish wanted. With her Mom's job meaning they had to move states a lot, Tish never had the same group of friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"So what have you been doing all this time? You're not gonna go back to him are you?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No Tish! I broke up with a few days ago...what other choice did I have?" I was quite saddened that she thought I would go back to Diego and try and make things work...I could never forgive him for how he made me feel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Good! God - if you would have said you were...I don't know what I would have done man..." With that we started entering her house...her beautiful black siding house, with modern furnishings and enticing views of the whole plain. Of which I was incredibly jealous of!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No, I don't believe I have - and I guess I wasn't the only one forgetting to call huh?" She gave me a nudge and I said my 'hello's', thinking the whole time how cute the little guy was. He was brown and black, with such an angelic face, how anyone couldn't love something as adorable as this I didn't know?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"When did you get him?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"About a week ago...I adopted him..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Really!" I couldn't believe it. Tish adopting a puppy out of the blue like that really made me admire her even more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah I was sat at home one day after getting back from work; sitting on the couch thinking how empty this place was. And I really wondered what it would be like if I had something that would liven the place up a bit...yuh know?" </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBwyMFsDrGyoUdCJbJmOUvhNy-bIBr6xP7rPKhzh7NlPabikStwAtAE6UdvXxRkgO1cXUWayXI6tBwcfFcBOwueHFN5ZiPXxIEO5ql4YTfsS8QiVVCaIbdjx8ooy7T8G9mVlYXV8HrA8/s1600/Screenshot-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBwyMFsDrGyoUdCJbJmOUvhNy-bIBr6xP7rPKhzh7NlPabikStwAtAE6UdvXxRkgO1cXUWayXI6tBwcfFcBOwueHFN5ZiPXxIEO5ql4YTfsS8QiVVCaIbdjx8ooy7T8G9mVlYXV8HrA8/s320/Screenshot-7.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well no...but I guess I don't blame you're motives. He's so cute though!" I couldn't help myself - I had to try and pull the craziest of faces, like I was humouring a baby or something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">" Girl...you crazy!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What! I love puppies! Especially this little guy...yes! Especially this little wonderful guy!" The squeak in my voice was worrying me, I hope I wouldn't turn out like one of those kid crazy parents! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ha! very funny...but no thanks." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Why not? Just think how much fun you two would have?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah and why would I want to steal you're thunder hmm?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"My thunder - is that what we're calling it these days?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"It's not got anything to do with Orlando has it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yes! it has everything to do with that down right nasty player!" Orlando was the guy Tish had been dating for a couple of months - after sex - nothing else could satisfy him. Tish wanted things to go further - Orlando wanted 'to have his cake and eat it too'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish...you knew what he was like before you started sleeping with him - I mean you knew he didn't want to be an item." I stopped messing about with Lucky and things grew serious. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well Ellie you can't help who you fall in love with right?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That's right...but you can't keep beating yourself up over it - I mean you have to draw the line somewhere." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Look. Diego and me are old news - I want to be here for you now...okay?" I waited for her to continue, but she slumped back and gave me a crazy look. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You make it sound like being hit by you're boyfriend of three years is nothing." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No - but I've left him now so technically, there's nothing to discuss..." My stupid approach at lightening up the mood failed miserably and I knew Tish wasn't going to let it go. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! And when I think...that evil; dick head laid his hands on you - I just wanna go crazy!" I didn't know how heartfelt Tish was feeling, and her outburst made me just want to go to Diego and kill him myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Tish - please. What can we do about it now?" With that my phone started ringing, and I knew without hesitation - it was Diego. "Excuse me will yuh?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Who is it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Ellie...its me Diego."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Diego I know who it is..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I saw the scorn on Tishes face, and bit by bit her features started getting redder. "What!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Who is that?"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"I wanted to talk to you - considering you wont answer my calls at home...or talk to me at the store. I figured I had to try and save our relationship!" </i>Was he actually being serious? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"DIEGO - when is it going to register? I'M NOT <u>EVER</u> GETTING BACK WITH YOU!" I couldn't believe the volume of my own voice - but I had, had enough. This was getting silly now...with most guys it clicked - but with Diego there had to be drama! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Wait...Ellie - why are you shouting at me?" </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"What? You make it sound as if I wont leave you alone?" </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well how else does it sound Diego? Do you think I want to be friends with you? As if I want to put the past behind us and move back in with you - because I don't!" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Ell...don't be like this. Since that day in the store, I couldn't leave things sour between us - you are still my girlfriend, and always will be in my heart." </i>I actually couldn't believe this! His ill humour was beginning to bore me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Don't say things like that Ell...you can't put me down for trying...maybe I thought there was something to save - after three years of being together..." </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm sorry Diego there isn't. Like I said at 'Reno's'...you know when its over - and I know! So please...just get on with you're life and stop calling me." I ended the call, and hoped he wouldn't bother me again. I looked over at Lucky and he made all my anger disappear. I picked him up and held him close - what a cute little guy he really was! </span><br />
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</span>Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030194684419924828.post-14069061845790884882012-01-29T09:12:00.000-08:002012-02-14T12:21:56.311-08:00Keeping up appearances (Part 3)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4lFCDscZGJUrCzSasZMbfdq05kPX5sjLQY_XVpV4IbVXEUv2MjhuQ287XlOKliZAH9bskBSAevgaxb2Hur31bR1Yv6_-mzrqVLcoabbJIhNblmFatPhcTuwGQlk62n-IOY9G8rJ9_yw/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4lFCDscZGJUrCzSasZMbfdq05kPX5sjLQY_XVpV4IbVXEUv2MjhuQ287XlOKliZAH9bskBSAevgaxb2Hur31bR1Yv6_-mzrqVLcoabbJIhNblmFatPhcTuwGQlk62n-IOY9G8rJ9_yw/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The next morning all was calm. The trees were swaying softy with the wind; the birds were tweeting ever so beautifully, and I felt more relaxed and in tuned with nature than ever before. The burden of having to tell Diego how I felt was gone, and I had a new passion for life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Mum...Dad...do you have to do that the minute I walk through the door?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Do what?" Mum seemed a little bit embarrassed that I had heard them, and immediately began patting and grooming herself to keep up appearances. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah for newly weds, not senior citizens..." I bowed my head in shame at the comment, I hadn't meant for it to slip out. "No offence." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I made my way over to the refrigerator to get some breakfast, a carton of juice was enough to keep hunger at bay at least until lunch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Is that all you're gonna eat honey?" My Mom's voice sounded worried as if there was a sudden change in how I normally ate breakfast.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you mean? I've never been a big breakfast lover Mom." I sat on the couch with a huff; opened my straw, then pierced the container taking big gulps at a time. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VaIlIVKZJZdpeLj9P6dfkBSpfj_pIGSR3v1qCEx5_IOqzDsTcT4xFUbxflUWgS4JmZfgSgsRXqyZ8zbORHt0yNfWQ0vCdWiQmVyyt8XHowyf-EIP5NfWjjqDChbOZhWUR1Vqnix9I4U/s1600/Screenshot-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VaIlIVKZJZdpeLj9P6dfkBSpfj_pIGSR3v1qCEx5_IOqzDsTcT4xFUbxflUWgS4JmZfgSgsRXqyZ8zbORHt0yNfWQ0vCdWiQmVyyt8XHowyf-EIP5NfWjjqDChbOZhWUR1Vqnix9I4U/s640/Screenshot-003.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Diego called this morning to see how you were doing..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What did you tell him Mom?" I was a little nervous I knew what my Mom was like, when she got started she couldn't stop. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well what was I suppose to tell him? when you haven't told us anything at all?" She looked a little annoyed Mom never liked secrets. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She started making coffee from the machine, and the strong aroma began clenching to my nostrils, prompting me to have a cup. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Mom could you make me one please? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Sure honey - but only if you tell me what's been going on with you and Diego..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well then why have you stayed with us so long? And why won't you go back to him? if there's nothing going on...I mean I'm one for keeping up appearances, but if there was something wrong and it was upsetting me, I would tell somebody - I just don't understand you two..." Before she could continue I blurted out what she wanted to hear - the truth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"He hit me! All right... that's why I came to stay that night, and yesterday I met him and ended it with him okay? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"We got into a fight, another one of his paranoid episodes...Me and Tish went to that bar on Glendale; just to have a few drinks - check it out, see what all the fuss was about. When she dropped me off, I had just walked through the door, when he started accusing me of hitting on other guys."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I told him it wasn't true - but he wasn't having none of it, he was sure of himself. As if I'd go and cheat on him with the first guy I'd see... Things got out of hand, I got angry - said some stuff, and he slapped me." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But with the sudden opening of the bathroom door, Dad appeared placing one foot in front of the other hesitantly, as if feeling the tension. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A surge of emotion began penetrating my heart - I didn't want to cry! I wouldn't let Diego hurt me again. Then anger took over, rising from the fiery depths of my gut begging to come out, I thought for a minute I'd explode. I hated Diego! I hated him! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I looked desperately at the two people who gave me life, dying to find out what they were thinking... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mom broke from her long pause and turned to face Dad as if searching for the answer from him, but when he didn't speak she knew she'd have to do it alone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Did you hear that Eric?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I heard it all through the door - not that I was eavesdropping, but I thought I could hear raised voices..." I could see that he was upset; and angry, and wanted to go stomping over to Diego and give him a good pounding. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then all of a sudden a strength took hold of him, and energy came back into his eyes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Anyway I should go and get ready for work - who knows what them two are up to?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What so you don't walk to talk about it? About the fact you kept it a secret all this time?" Mom looked at me with tear filled eyes, this is why I didn't want her finding out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Mom please don't think I wanted to - I just knew how you'd react and I wanted to save all the drama..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Drama...Don't I have a right to be angry when I find out that no good slob hit my daughter?" Her wrinkles grew tighter as her face turned angrier, and her lips folded downwards to portray how she was feeling. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"We'll discuss it when I get home from work... I have a delivery coming in today so I have to make sure I'm there to stock it." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Can't you get the workers to take care of it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No Dad - that wouldn't be fair and you know it!" I gave him a smile to ease his frustration and walked over to Mom holding out my arms for a hug. She smelt of wild flowers; sweet like roses, with a hint of Jasmine. Her favourite body wash. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRb-tYhWOgm7L0WJubJhs0e_-aRcXMoWID2cNOuXA_MD3tOk2pMoLr5R17rrgLQQhVYEdngcm4EbBxFBRt8ZFPI1lyLpqaD7_mhmF7R4ydKH5IyUj5aHS__FeEY8ha_yBLECKnzoMBKI/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHRb-tYhWOgm7L0WJubJhs0e_-aRcXMoWID2cNOuXA_MD3tOk2pMoLr5R17rrgLQQhVYEdngcm4EbBxFBRt8ZFPI1lyLpqaD7_mhmF7R4ydKH5IyUj5aHS__FeEY8ha_yBLECKnzoMBKI/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Arriving at the store an hour earlier I discovered that Shannon and Oriole were no where to be seen, the delivery couldn't have got here that early? I placed my key in the lock and then opened the door. There was a light chime as the door opened and I could see that the store was empty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Lack of professionalism" and a "lack of punctuality". Not a good start in the world of work for Oriole, but I never thought she took pride in her terrible resume. But then I could hear the door chime again, and loud boots making they're way towards me, I turned to see who it was? The store was closed, everyone knew it never opened before ten o'clock. So who was it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Diego?" I was confused and lost for words...was he doing this on purpose? First the call to 'see how I was doing' and then this! I was so annoyed, why wouldn't he just get over it? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah just stopping by, had some free time so I thought I would see how you were doing?" He made it sound like there was nothing wrong, like I was happy to see him or something? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I called you this morning too but you're Mom said you were still asleep - so I thought I'd come by the store. I hope you don't mind, I knew you wouldn't." </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOToAJQ5_DHBUPuXcmpAbmL4TgMyt9et8jaOKCK2omalon7Nsl-skqHPgRKYBCNiG_5YulelZiO0H1AiUuWm2F0pB1xuEti-6Cx8TKoAzcBsGhAcLcIkPopN8wUL_dzCc7G06bhlBAOnc/s1600/Screenshot-014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOToAJQ5_DHBUPuXcmpAbmL4TgMyt9et8jaOKCK2omalon7Nsl-skqHPgRKYBCNiG_5YulelZiO0H1AiUuWm2F0pB1xuEti-6Cx8TKoAzcBsGhAcLcIkPopN8wUL_dzCc7G06bhlBAOnc/s640/Screenshot-014.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well actually Diego 'yeah' I do mind. I told you it was over and I meant it - this is where I work, I can't have you here stirring stuff up." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What do you mean Ell? I'm not here to 'stir stuff up' at all! I wanted to see how you are - what, just because we've broken up we can't see each other any more?" It was awkward for sure, he just kept staring at me as if I wasn't making any sense. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No I don't mean we can't see each other any more, I just mean I can't have you calling me continuously and dropping by whenever you feel like it -its not healthy Diego, and you're not moving on because of it." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Of course it has Diego but that was then, and this is now - and I don't want you to wallow in it for the rest of you're life." I couldn't believe how angry he was getting, his eyes bulged out of they're sockets and it looked like they were turning red. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Leave Tish out of this!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Leave her out of this? She was the one who put thoughts into you're head, trying to get you to break up with me! This is as much her fault then it is you're's." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What are you afraid she's gonna find out?" His mockery was the last thing I needed right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Diego...I think its best you stop coming by my store in the future. The last thing I need are my customers hearing us two fighting..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Just leave." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My blood was racing underneath my skin, and I could hear my heart beating, one loud thud at a time. Never had I met anyone so stubborn, and self obsessed than him! Why couldn't he understand that over meant over! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I couldn't deal with his melodramatics today, and already he'd managed to push me over the edge. The way he blamed Tish like it was her fault, made me even more furious. He never could take responsibility for his actions, and admit that I didn't leave him because of Tish - I left him because of his problems. His controlling ways, and his manipulative manner. The way he made me feel day in and day out, like a little kid who was so naive and vulnerable - like a little lost lamb all on my own. But then I heard light tones of Shannon's voice calling my name, and it snapped me back to reality. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" I checked out my appearance in the mirror to make sure I didn't look like a raging bull and braced my self. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hi Shannon." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hi Ellie, you're here early this morning... is something up?" She looked quizzical, with soft eyes gazing into mine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah I thought I'd get here earlier this morning - especially with the delivery coming today, and everything..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I saw Diego leave...does it have something to do with him?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh that! No... he was just dropping by - you know what he's like..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ellie...I know we haven't known each other very long, but I care about you a lot. If there's something I can do to help - be it a shoulder for you to cry on, I'm here for you...you know that right...?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Thank you Shannon... but believe me I'm fine! Everything is fine! It's a beautiful day... and I wouldn't want to ruin it with talks about Diego." I gave her a smile and walked out back to wait for the truck. I never thought I would have so much support - people actually wanting to be there for me. Who knew something had changed without me having to tell them. I took a moment to reflect on the situation - on me and Diego - and everything in between. Life could only get better from now on...I was determined to move on whether Diego held me back or not. He couldn't spoil today for me, not even if he tried! With the beautiful trees rustling in the wind, and the harmonious cries from the birds above - nothing could ruin my day... Nothing. </span><br />
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</span>Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030194684419924828.post-89146622262089810212012-01-27T11:40:00.000-08:002012-02-14T12:21:56.318-08:00You know when its over (Part 2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAokiOMYuFlQw6MvBm99M73lLe8l8X3BatL9yH_vpYV67ZL_iaCBo4KmUB1Us8AYf1Hr_qH2OOHh1aTFEIkijz78lEWfvhu-AWK5LFnuYu_o9vP9m1pMpR7-C3wwjHye_3LRwdN0t6XE/s1600/Screenshot-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFAokiOMYuFlQw6MvBm99M73lLe8l8X3BatL9yH_vpYV67ZL_iaCBo4KmUB1Us8AYf1Hr_qH2OOHh1aTFEIkijz78lEWfvhu-AWK5LFnuYu_o9vP9m1pMpR7-C3wwjHye_3LRwdN0t6XE/s640/Screenshot-005.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Being at work made life seem so less hectic. I didn't have to answer to the calling of my parents demanding to know what was going to happen with me and Diego. I didn't have sit at home and watch 'The Relic Masters' (my dad's favourite TV show) and pretend that it didn't bore me to death. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At work life moved slowly, it dragged by; the minutes seemed like hours which at the present time, was relieving to me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes at work I had to put up with the continuing laziness of the staff, but hounding them to get back to work was something that made me forget all of the troubles I was facing. Yes even after two weeks, I still hadn't spoken to Diego. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xdJdFLIlcSjFa7ym22oK2jeOtfpD0r0h5A13B9ZsSYJr5jUdSuYqiHmPykoxxVCuzD7KRuAJdtiR2NnZFF7iX2yjqXsnfgCwYq8rOAueSoTBLZC8Z6v5rQN8rew5hCQ3gYuy0RrAKgI/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xdJdFLIlcSjFa7ym22oK2jeOtfpD0r0h5A13B9ZsSYJr5jUdSuYqiHmPykoxxVCuzD7KRuAJdtiR2NnZFF7iX2yjqXsnfgCwYq8rOAueSoTBLZC8Z6v5rQN8rew5hCQ3gYuy0RrAKgI/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm glad to see you back at work Ellie... I have been keeping track with the orders and we have a delivery tomorrow morning. I spoke to a Mr. Zachary Brannigan who requested on speaking with you about being a new supplier, but I said that you were at a business meeting and couldn't be contacted. So he's going to ring you today at 12:00pm." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Today at twelve... right. Thanks Shannon I didn't think you could handle the store on your own, so well... I'll have to leave you in charge more often." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A smile appeared on her soft pale cheeks, and light filled up her eyes showing an ever growing shade of grey. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUPR2pfhOvyTVuXN1ur1HzC8QUxgSHa0xdKKxna8_pOhddabl5DZPmzFaa5a0h_9JmrYNwWeOzcwxCvxSU0s7LTVnByKOES7hyO5DiD2wVOOLNqJsOMCX8LpNDtddzokFEH0_W3sNeI0/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUPR2pfhOvyTVuXN1ur1HzC8QUxgSHa0xdKKxna8_pOhddabl5DZPmzFaa5a0h_9JmrYNwWeOzcwxCvxSU0s7LTVnByKOES7hyO5DiD2wVOOLNqJsOMCX8LpNDtddzokFEH0_W3sNeI0/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Has she been like this ever since I've been away?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Pretty much, but you know that Oriole has no work ethic to speak of." I broke out a small laugh at the thought that both me and Shannon shared the same opinion. I knew the kind of person Oriole was the moment I hired her, she needed the money and I needed the help - but by the looks of this I was better off before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! Not yet, I keep hounding him to look at the real estate listings, but he just can't be bothered. He thinks our apartment is going to accommodate the children of the future, but with just one extra bedroom... I dunno? What do you think?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well if you're not happy Shannon, you're not happy - bottom line. Shaun should just get off his ass and grow up. I mean aren't you guys getting married in the fall?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well I suppose there was a time when I thought me and Diego would get married...but not any more." Talking about him made me feel nervous like I was wrong to bring his name up in the conversation, Diego always hated gossiping. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You say it like you two are not together any more...? Has something happened?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The tone in her voice changed from an energetic child, to a sympathising mother - was I that predictable?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well to be honest Shannon... its kind of a long story - too long to be precise." I moved over to the clothing rack, a hint that a change of subject was in order, and tried to make myself look busy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"<i>Ellie I know who you are...</i>" The voice sounded familiar, but who would call me at work?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Hello...? who is this?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"<i>Its me Ell - we need to talk." </i>Great. Speaking to Diego was the last thing on my mind right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Well when I passed by a few days ago you didn't sound busy...the lady said you hadn't been at work all week." </i>I could hear the sarcasm planted in his voice, he was enjoying putting me on the spot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I needed some time to think - after what happened..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Yeah you stormed out the house pretty quick, I was worried you might have gotten yourself hurt or something. I called Tish to see if you had gone there - and when she said 'no' she got herself in a panic." </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well, what did you say to her? Did you tell her about the fight?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"well what...I don't have all day..." I never thought his ignorance could fuel my anger the way it did, it was as if he knew all strategies to make me blow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Well for one thing I told her that I thought the two of you were flirting with guys..." </i>My patience was wearing thin...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Not true - what else did you say?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"I never said whether it was true or not- and the next thing... I said that I thought she was a bad friend leading you astray..." </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What! You said that?" I couldn't believe how inappropriate he was, and it was as if it didn't faze him in the slightest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Well what did you want me to say? It's the truth isn't it. You were so different before you became friends with her..."</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You son of a bitch Diego! Any how your spoilt behaviour has affected my friendship - you best run...and run fast!<i> </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Wait! I know your're angry, and babe I'm sorry I didn't mean to piss you off. If we could just meet and talk about it I think we could put what happened behind us - and move on with our lives. Would you meet me for lunch? Say around one?" </i>I was cautious...I didn't want to give an immediate answer, after all meeting with Diego to discuss our future was at the bottom of my 'to do' list. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I don't know Diego, I'm kind of busy today - and I have a ton work to catch up on..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Please... I think you owe me that don't you?" </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Okay... I'll meet you outside 'Reno's'. Be there for exactly one O'clock...okay?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>"Okay - 'Reno's' it is." </i></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6smvUD1g3oTnpqgyjURh-5GZ5ejIrm6W4mNZKVen4RUoAeyVUZr9krGdtejn6ZF1ThS1-SBFMU7eTkdpOD4ufuwlvsLzV8VxPOT3nku58vyLnDQbNr0z4vXgc-xQp_bnnTKu9YMd5lc/s1600/Screenshot-012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6smvUD1g3oTnpqgyjURh-5GZ5ejIrm6W4mNZKVen4RUoAeyVUZr9krGdtejn6ZF1ThS1-SBFMU7eTkdpOD4ufuwlvsLzV8VxPOT3nku58vyLnDQbNr0z4vXgc-xQp_bnnTKu9YMd5lc/s640/Screenshot-012.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ellie glad you could make, it I thought you'd turn and run the minute you saw me..." He starred at me as if expecting me to burst out in laughter, I just wanted to get this done, no strings attached. We were over. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIIYJy16KECD_qinMCsZW4f1zHUG2jgjHmsigsU8e1m9_SjiCXbLk6BrdRHsCnjgtgUE6WKxMpTT24HvZAm6bEmbEC1hZ-dvciF5PPnyJodhIAjtEORM4U4yAGIalrirU6mdfp0Xyt5g/s1600/Screenshot-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIIYJy16KECD_qinMCsZW4f1zHUG2jgjHmsigsU8e1m9_SjiCXbLk6BrdRHsCnjgtgUE6WKxMpTT24HvZAm6bEmbEC1hZ-dvciF5PPnyJodhIAjtEORM4U4yAGIalrirU6mdfp0Xyt5g/s320/Screenshot-013.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We sat down together and looked blankly as if not expecting what the other might say. I knew what I had come to say, and even if it proved to be the most hardest thing to say to Diego face - to face, I knew it had to be done. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I broke the eerie silence by saying. "What's happened to you're clothes?" A little forward I know, but it was the only thing I could think of that could ease the tension. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"How have you been anyway?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Well I've been coping you know...?" Trying to keep it together... Not really knowing where we stand doesn't help..." He looked desolate, like he knew what I had to say was bad it was a daunting situation to be in. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was looking in the eyes of the man I had been with for three years - I thought I knew him - thought I knew all his secrets, but I guess I was wrong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You can tell me anything - you know I have always been there for you..." His eyes eased a little bit you couldn't see the creases, but I knew he was feeling sad inside like I was taking his favourite toy away. I had never seen him look so lost...I felt terrible, like I was the one in the wrong. I didn't want to go back to him - not because I didn't love him... but because the love wasn't the same any more. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57CGne43c26Q_hIx1oDAZunrNBOQ6eI3joP6OexczvwfxdQSsDo5qxDi3-NfOaAMz3g6CsKMQwFrdUzMA3AHzTf9yFKxAS36ci1ADRNUk79qsddhlPRWHQieAIT1Tg2C2rq1cmpVohPs/s1600/Screenshot-016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57CGne43c26Q_hIx1oDAZunrNBOQ6eI3joP6OexczvwfxdQSsDo5qxDi3-NfOaAMz3g6CsKMQwFrdUzMA3AHzTf9yFKxAS36ci1ADRNUk79qsddhlPRWHQieAIT1Tg2C2rq1cmpVohPs/s640/Screenshot-016.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "I'm leaving you Diego...I don't want to be with you any more..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I was afraid you'd say that - but I guess it gives you the opportunity to sleep with someone else doesn't it?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Don't Diego! Not again... don't you see it was that kind of attitude that caused this? I wasn't able to make my own choices; I was never able to see my friends without being questioned the moment I came home." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Because I loved you!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! not at all... because you liked controlling me and having me with you all the time. You call that love...?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I'm sorry 'D'... but when a relationship turns out like that... you know when its over." </span>Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030194684419924828.post-41854889558227393272012-01-27T08:20:00.000-08:002012-02-14T12:21:56.316-08:00Leaving the past behind (Part 1)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My name is Ellie Jenson and this is my story. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYf580luiil3L-I1EIgdYrAfxaKgPkI9efhjNbR9nY4IXfluIySOwTCKMF9FX1l6t4ziZs9seWkSFX8OlLBOebT9xjDT3z-F8C36l8UdpcF6ltsWx_9tlOQlxqt4hs6XexmlYdmgBZ04/s1600/Screenshot-31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYf580luiil3L-I1EIgdYrAfxaKgPkI9efhjNbR9nY4IXfluIySOwTCKMF9FX1l6t4ziZs9seWkSFX8OlLBOebT9xjDT3z-F8C36l8UdpcF6ltsWx_9tlOQlxqt4hs6XexmlYdmgBZ04/s640/Screenshot-31.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Before I moved away from Appaloosa Plains My life seemed almost perfect. I had the perfect life; career and the most amazing friends you could ask for. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDxPP4YtZ8cqb5CZqeYNIWsxp3w8nxuaD34rDTpWq0PT2aZGyDF28zeruoE1EzXH5HKu141XkxNMkQvdjfIXflblvhBzDtAvlWq7XzWs-7y60ZPbFEwGuY-RJ1NcErQ6jgwlrd9K_tLg/s1600/Screenshot-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDxPP4YtZ8cqb5CZqeYNIWsxp3w8nxuaD34rDTpWq0PT2aZGyDF28zeruoE1EzXH5HKu141XkxNMkQvdjfIXflblvhBzDtAvlWq7XzWs-7y60ZPbFEwGuY-RJ1NcErQ6jgwlrd9K_tLg/s640/Screenshot-6.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> My boyfriend Diego, was one of those guys girls swooned for. He was my soul mate - yeah we had our problems but what couple doesn't? But he was always there for me, whenever I needed someone to talk to I knew I could count on him. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qZNjdERUvPSZ5zA5Arr-SaC25B3fzOPOmX5bNH-JIquoNgkULiwZnq-kgP8vIaMkol5QCbRwF1F0fqqkfnDi7ofX8_nQJJsjNtSWtAwENu5XW_AE4Q6c8K_Jvk-iMlMMCVqqnO2dLvg/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qZNjdERUvPSZ5zA5Arr-SaC25B3fzOPOmX5bNH-JIquoNgkULiwZnq-kgP8vIaMkol5QCbRwF1F0fqqkfnDi7ofX8_nQJJsjNtSWtAwENu5XW_AE4Q6c8K_Jvk-iMlMMCVqqnO2dLvg/s640/Screenshot-8.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yuh know Ellie, ever since we decided to move in together, you've just changed so much". When ever Diego spoke like this I knew he was edging for something, it always made me anxious... did he not like my place?</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1GnWfHbQp06k4FBAYWP1NMvBjCfFLSsuD7-JjFr4-aRKs5sIDzMJ5EYMCtmptkDzwxe2pId_7iUIUBiN3LplbvEZHe0yaWGKe4a3PLo8mKcEnw2GdNQ3dOZk2iLxAhdNBCsYNmDNuXM/s1600/Screenshot-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1GnWfHbQp06k4FBAYWP1NMvBjCfFLSsuD7-JjFr4-aRKs5sIDzMJ5EYMCtmptkDzwxe2pId_7iUIUBiN3LplbvEZHe0yaWGKe4a3PLo8mKcEnw2GdNQ3dOZk2iLxAhdNBCsYNmDNuXM/s640/Screenshot-10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"What are you going on about 'D', I thought you liked living with me? I thought you said it brought us closer, without the distractions and everybody sticking they're noses in our business?" I gave him a look of confusion genuinely not knowing where this was heading. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah I did say that Ell - but now that we've given it time, don't you think we've grown a little comfortable?" He sounded serious while he spoke. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Is that a bad thing?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You guys are still going out"? By the sound of his voice I knew he was pissed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah I told you we were stopping at that new bar in Glendale, her idea really - I'm just the escort so she doesn't have to go alone." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Look I wont be out all night; were just have a few drinks, dance a little have a laugh or two and come straight home. I'm not in the mood to get too drunk."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I wish you would have said so earlier... I was hoping to have you all to myself tonight, and every other night..." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Ellie your beautiful friend is waiting for you and she says to hurry up cause she wants to get to this bar before happy hour starts." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Coming!" I made a few changes to my hair and brushed myself down before I left the bathroom. "Hey don't you look like someone's honey tonight what's all the orange?" I loved Tishes fashion sense it always inspired me. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oSgKV-GLRFUbHh5W1-rhnVhlm8eeQNpS-E9Mc8j3hmPHd9s8hel0_7YmkRdBbDbAo0JtQkKlMb-Kg4nTeKpS9DrRCodIFqLtfiyMfuMtIp1uFg9zy52qnDZSEfWaUe4IiV-ou648pOM/s1600/Screenshot-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oSgKV-GLRFUbHh5W1-rhnVhlm8eeQNpS-E9Mc8j3hmPHd9s8hel0_7YmkRdBbDbAo0JtQkKlMb-Kg4nTeKpS9DrRCodIFqLtfiyMfuMtIp1uFg9zy52qnDZSEfWaUe4IiV-ou648pOM/s640/Screenshot-44.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Girl you only wish you could wear orange and still look 'fab-u-lous'! With that we burst out laughing, I loved her confidence and it always shined through every time I saw her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah well not everyone looks good in orange...that just makes you lucky". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Whatever, and talking about me...what about you? Playing it safe I see, why are you so afraid about showing a little flesh? Is Diego afraid he might lose you to a hotter guy?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No! don't listen to her baby, were going now Diego so I'll be seeing you later?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Yeah whatever. I just hope you stick to your word and don't come home raving drunk." </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOmM9BswZoLL0TDkK8V_hIcUIh63K5D_Sdn9Gs3Ubu-xYvO-3Pr85hJ73ig5WePWdmqWJkxvHmD04rdQ4W7Jj62PdEiB7uprH7Qvaqxxv1FOG9BrrLgC_TRYTiWM5l3XJEEwJxzxzWLM/s1600/Screenshot-73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOmM9BswZoLL0TDkK8V_hIcUIh63K5D_Sdn9Gs3Ubu-xYvO-3Pr85hJ73ig5WePWdmqWJkxvHmD04rdQ4W7Jj62PdEiB7uprH7Qvaqxxv1FOG9BrrLgC_TRYTiWM5l3XJEEwJxzxzWLM/s640/Screenshot-73.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We danced to the hottest songs and had such a good time, it was nice not to have to deal with Diego's drama. But I knew the pleasantries wouldn't last long and when I returned home it was time to face the music. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE6t3e0EaN9vLkSMRW9lTIk5hu0rxcRoOv18YxLi8goGrh0JpFXfpCDHuXHDzLkO3Bsk_Ta8kcBe0bmGKv0FpLVqugrPDmih6aT7ae9W4mrGd-BWZlrA-bx6f49fgyLPNNlgRpO7mQMU/s1600/Screenshot-91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyE6t3e0EaN9vLkSMRW9lTIk5hu0rxcRoOv18YxLi8goGrh0JpFXfpCDHuXHDzLkO3Bsk_Ta8kcBe0bmGKv0FpLVqugrPDmih6aT7ae9W4mrGd-BWZlrA-bx6f49fgyLPNNlgRpO7mQMU/s640/Screenshot-91.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You got off with some guy, didn't you?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No!" I was so annoyed that he didn't trust me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"That little crack Tish made earlier about you finding a hotter guy if dressed like a whore!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Oh come on 'D' you know she was only kidding it was harmless."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Harmless! What are you going on about harmless!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"You're just creating an argument over nothing and its pissing me off! I mean what did you think would happen, me and Tish would head out to a bar to hit on guys? You're crazy!"</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikplBo-MTvNvYPPe4WtxuC_Yo_Syd6vjpUykY6Ps__LRaLd0PlyOulM6IhayDnzJNGwzxLg5vc5F8B3GJQ7g4CLVJogh21qGUtI2ykCRnvlwMg5L8nHZoFbudpzSOt_yvSJEMw_eeUb_o/s1600/Screenshot-84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikplBo-MTvNvYPPe4WtxuC_Yo_Syd6vjpUykY6Ps__LRaLd0PlyOulM6IhayDnzJNGwzxLg5vc5F8B3GJQ7g4CLVJogh21qGUtI2ykCRnvlwMg5L8nHZoFbudpzSOt_yvSJEMw_eeUb_o/s640/Screenshot-84.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Don't you ever call me crazy! Call my anything but crazy. I swear to God who the hell do you think you are? I mean did you think I wouldn't know?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Know what - nothing happened! I'm so sick of you telling me when and where I can go - how I'm acting - how I've changed! When the only one whose changed is you Diego! You make a point about wanting to spend time with me, when really all you want is to keep me trapped in this house with you!"</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZN82dvDNDdyfhL8TQvIDwleD3ol9FmPpyjqSuRViytXcua1zDM_XKRQFFUDqtZzY8oRMQO9WRH0vmN0qghO-flL_SL-Uy1vFpp_4J0zasfsfEoSyDDaXUek3rYdhaoIM_RgUFvyu_dc/s1600/Screenshot-95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZN82dvDNDdyfhL8TQvIDwleD3ol9FmPpyjqSuRViytXcua1zDM_XKRQFFUDqtZzY8oRMQO9WRH0vmN0qghO-flL_SL-Uy1vFpp_4J0zasfsfEoSyDDaXUek3rYdhaoIM_RgUFvyu_dc/s640/Screenshot-95.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> "Baby I'm sorry - I didn't mean too - please, please forgive me. It wont happen again - baby I promise!"</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXp_NDZeg5i8WcAN_SZXWBR0Iy6uQdfyrZ5pHyVnMYH86L1uRCuegsm92E3iLigYBsvbAdTD1Fr52RIrZHuEn-qQ2JpfHGZ6BVVSslwMJhOzCvxQbQRnSc9ybpDgJtjVqaMWmoplwXEw/s1600/Screenshot-94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXp_NDZeg5i8WcAN_SZXWBR0Iy6uQdfyrZ5pHyVnMYH86L1uRCuegsm92E3iLigYBsvbAdTD1Fr52RIrZHuEn-qQ2JpfHGZ6BVVSslwMJhOzCvxQbQRnSc9ybpDgJtjVqaMWmoplwXEw/s640/Screenshot-94.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"No Diego I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you... how could you?"</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hytP-gxVcwnzydVFGD8lYcgRcBzEm1XX0JNS8C2Z2mPjwYjGQrNo5iw4BzKrCft-RAlEpNiKh23fJyhuF7eBbMoomBIk6AjdeE_slj_NWyp6-4qLIE7ocia-tZ_09dbXckelmWOfShk/s1600/Screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hytP-gxVcwnzydVFGD8lYcgRcBzEm1XX0JNS8C2Z2mPjwYjGQrNo5iw4BzKrCft-RAlEpNiKh23fJyhuF7eBbMoomBIk6AjdeE_slj_NWyp6-4qLIE7ocia-tZ_09dbXckelmWOfShk/s640/Screenshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">After the fight I had to get some air and try to make sense of what just happened. The only option I could think of was my folks, they would understand my situation and help me through it. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZ3hyUnWk45EwPbi79WFn3YefGnvqaW_KHvXePvHWz7j7pHb2e1bukUlj-1Ze99nLMf5amRdyQSpGGbqkrwCtNrkEL90xeYXrmo1RA3yceWRUssmaJOAGu_A84dLrck7R-GJxfbJZp7E/s1600/Screenshot-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZ3hyUnWk45EwPbi79WFn3YefGnvqaW_KHvXePvHWz7j7pHb2e1bukUlj-1Ze99nLMf5amRdyQSpGGbqkrwCtNrkEL90xeYXrmo1RA3yceWRUssmaJOAGu_A84dLrck7R-GJxfbJZp7E/s640/Screenshot-4.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Honey what are you doing here at this time of night? Have you and Diego had some kind of argument?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The soothing words from my father was the only thing to keep me from going crazy. Never before had Diego ever raised his hand to me... it wasn't like him, it was so out of character. All I knew was that I couldn't be in that house with him another second, my face was still stinging from the impact but the print was virtually non existent. The only thing left behind was the shock. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2N0SKy9CCL2u2srEeR9KoEjWvAXAPGvIAZjJqBRF8W6LuKRY_FIod9lNWvHPGBzK4sUoN4WmtSKbgk-U60Qql6PvFrNo7HCKmrrb2bqPBhzIZ_AQ91J4nzFekCH-iLV-UaRY52yDrvpw/s1600/Screenshot-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2N0SKy9CCL2u2srEeR9KoEjWvAXAPGvIAZjJqBRF8W6LuKRY_FIod9lNWvHPGBzK4sUoN4WmtSKbgk-U60Qql6PvFrNo7HCKmrrb2bqPBhzIZ_AQ91J4nzFekCH-iLV-UaRY52yDrvpw/s640/Screenshot-001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A few weeks later, I still hadn't spoken to Diego. My mind kept anticipating what it would be like, would we find ourselves in another argument getting out of hand? Would he blame me for the whole thing? Maybe I was scared about meeting with him face to face, all I could do was go over and over the events that occurred that night. But this one thing I knew for certain... I was never going back to him. </span>Taylor :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05806771687095488419noreply@blogger.com1