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Post by melanie2 on Dec 23, 2011 6:36:13 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
After about five minutes, he finally felt calm enough to see Fel again. He stood up and ran a hand through his already messy hair. It was then that he realized there was blood in his hair, probably from his bad habit of messing with his hair. He made his way towards the door, slowly and carefully. He didn't want to make himself angry again. He opened the door and made his way to living room. Fel was sitting on the couch and he could see the beginnings of bruises. That made him want to punch himself in the face.
He sat next to her, but far away to where only his hurt hand could reach her. It was times like these when he believed he was a lost cause. there was something wrong with him, seriously wrong. He looked her straight in the eye and apologized, again. He couldn't say enough how sorry he was. "Fel... Please know that isn't me. That's not who I want to be." He looked away from her and held out his hand. He couldn't stand to look at her with those bruises on her body. He didn't deserve her at this point.
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Post by ali on Dec 23, 2011 6:47:56 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are
Felonee was lounged out when she heard the door open, then close. She knew it was Trevor, and she sat up a bit as he moved towards the couch, sitting a good distance from her. She sighed softly. She figured it would take quite a bit to make his hand look even semi presentable, and she knew she needed to make it that way, or his parents would probably hang him. She hadn't met them yet, but she had listened to him talk about them on more than one occasion. She sighed again, though she had not looked at him still, not even once. She didn't want to. She knew she would just get angry and begin spouting off again which in turn would end up in them fighting. She didn't want any more of that especially not in her home. She didn't need holes in the wall, or fists being thrown at her.
Felonee rubbed at her tender shoulder lightly massaging it before he finally caught her eyes with his and he spoke to her. She still, didn't reply to him. Instead she took his hand, gently in hers. "This is going to sting." she said quietly as she poured some rubbing alcohol on the face cloth she had brought out, and looking at him quickly before she began rubbing it over the cuts, and his busted open knuckles. She knew that it was painful, but it had to be done. She washed the cuts and gashes clean quickly, before then putting some peroxide on them. Felonee placed some A and D antibacterial cream on her finger and gently rubbed it over the cuts. She glanced up at him again, she was trying to be gentle, but she figured it hurt. Slowly she wrapped the bandage wraps over his knuckles, weaving it in and around his thumb before wrapping it around his palm and repating the process a couple more times. She then used medical tape to make the bandage tight, and secure it on his hand. "You should try to take it easy with that hand, it's probably fractured. And you should make sure the bandages stay clean. You can take these home with you so you have a change." she spoke softly before sitting back on the couch. Still, she had barely looked at him. She didn't want him to leave but it entirely up to him.
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Post by melanie2 on Dec 23, 2011 7:17:12 GMT -5
sugar we're going down swinging , [atrb=style, background: #373737; border: dashed #ffffff 4px; border-radius:50px 0px 50px 0px;] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: dashed #ffffff 3px; width: 400px; height: 500px; float: left; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 25px;]
As Fel cleaned his hand, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't understand why she was trying to help him. she should be kicking his ass tot he curb and not bothering to ask if he was okay, much less take care of his hand. He couldn't even say anything. He had apologized many times, and she didn't reply. apperently she didn't want his apology, but he couldn't blame her. he had shown her the real trevor and this Trevor was not as nice or safe to be around. This was the Trevor that could kill you.
He nodded at what she said about the bandages. He knew the basics of doing this, it wasn't the first time his hand had been messed up. "Uhm.. Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I don't really want to drive.. with my hand and stuff." In all honestly, he could drive home, but he would much rather be with Fel where he would feel it wrong to punch a hole in the wall. At thise point, all he could do was hope that she would let him stay.
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Post by ali on Dec 23, 2011 17:54:30 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are
Felonee had never replied to any of his apologies. Maybe it was because she felt she should apologize too... or maybe it was because she didn't feel his apologies were real. Even she wasn't sure what was going through her mind. The old Felonee would have continued to assault him, especially after he had picked her up, she would never have invited him in, and she never would have fixed his hand for him... Which was royally screwed up from him hitting the solid wall of her home. She figured come tomorrow he would be in a lot of pain because of it, and she sort of felt bad for this. Felonee's feelings for this man were strong, obviously, seeing as she just couldn't tell him to leave, and really, it had been slightly sexy watching him beat the shit out of Jace over her, but she would never admit that.
He wasn't saying much either anymore. He was instead nodding at her giving him directions on what he should do. By the way his temper had flared earlier, she figured he probably knew all of this, and would be able to handle it by himself. She just figured she would tell him anyways, and cover up some of the awkward silence that was filling in between them. It kind of amazed Felonee how gentle Trevor could be with her when they were intimate, or even just wrestling around... and in a flash throw her around like a rag doll because he was angry. To say the lest, it confused the shit out of her, but she wasn't going to question him on. Felonee looked over at him as he spoke, and she ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, that's fine. But please... Understand, I meant what I said earlier. We aren't together. I will be the girl that fucks you, I will be the girl you can always talk to, and I will be the girl that makes it insanely hard for you to be faithful to your girlfriends to come; but I will not be your girlfriend. I will be your friend, that's a girl." she spoke softly hoping not to get him going once more. She couldn't deal with that again.
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