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Post by ayla lincoln on Aug 19, 2011 20:57:15 GMT -5
The brunette held the phone close to her, her young daughter sitting beside her. This would be the first time the two had talked since that fateful night. She'd dropped a huge bomb on him and they hadn't seen each other, or spoken to one another since. There were so many things that she just needed to tell him. One being the news of Molly, but she also hoped to do a bit of apologizing. It wasn't her place to call, but Ayla felt neccessary in order for the two to move foward with their relationship. Finally, she heard the other line pick up and before he had a chance to speak, she began apologizing for the things she had done. "I know it's late and you're probably not wanting to talk to me right now.. but I had to speak to you. I'm so sorry for everything. Especially for even saying that to you. I didn't have the right. I probably shouldn't have even come over in the first place. It wasn't right.. but I just don't know what else to say."
[/i][/color] Taking a breath, the brunette's eyes settled on the curly headed girl sitting before her. Molly was their child - and he had every right to know. She just wasn't sure she had the courage to tell him.[/font][/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by chord upton. on Aug 19, 2011 21:23:10 GMT -5
on the seventh deleted voicemail- atleast the twentieth missed call, he finally answered his phone. for one, it was relatively early in the day which meant he was trying to sleep. for two- it was really fucking annoying. as soon as he clicked open his phone he was met with hasty tones, and he could not call a time where he had been in less of a mood. "yeah, that's all great and all but you really need to stop calling me. i don't want to talk to you, take the hint." the sleep in his eyes was heavy. he rolled over in his bed, careful to tuck his head in his pillow.
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Post by ayla lincoln on Aug 19, 2011 21:27:42 GMT -5
There was an obvious amount of annoyance and irritation in his voice, and she knew most of it was pointing towards her. "Just take a moment to fucking listen to me, Chord."
[/i][/color] Not even realizing she let a curse word escape her mouth, she sighed heavily, "The other night, when I came over, I was there for a purpose. I wanted to tell you something, but I didn't have the chance.."[/i][/color] Letting herself roll over onto the other side of Molly, she let herself fall on her back. This was going to be one long phone call..[/font][/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by chord upton. on Aug 19, 2011 21:33:04 GMT -5
"see- you're not really understanding the entire picture here-" a loud and lazy yawn escaped his lips. "i think you've gone and said enough." he was more than dismissing her before she could even begin- but he wasn't about to get in this conversation. he'd blocked that night from his mind with a powerful wall and had done his best to disregard all things to do with love. "stop wasting your time..and mine."
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Post by ayla lincoln on Aug 19, 2011 21:37:55 GMT -5
"Just fucking listen! This has nothing to do with what happened. I'm not trying to bring that up. Stop being such a jackass, yeah?"
[/i][/color] At this point, she was getting fed up with the constant anger and annoyance towards her. She just wanted him to know the truth, and whatever happens, happens.. "It has to do with Molly.."[/i][/color] Clutching her daughter closer towards her, Ayla placed a kiss on her forehead. She had hoped things would go over well, but she knew very well that wouldn't be the case.[/font][/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by chord upton. on Aug 19, 2011 21:57:54 GMT -5
there was a slight sense of curiosity that was stirred inside of him when she affirmed that she didn't want to talk about the night before, but that was quickly replaced with a lackadaisical attitude to the entire conversation entirely. "ayla- i don't care about your fucking daughter." in the current moment he didn't really care for much more than the desire to see the insides of his eyelids.
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Post by ayla lincoln on Aug 19, 2011 22:05:54 GMT -5
"I don't want to go in an elaborate story.. but you need to know. You deserve to know, in the least. When we slept together.. I remember how old I was. Nineteen. Apparently, something went wrong.."
[/i][/color] He deserved to know. She wanted him to know. Ayla couldn't hold out much longer, and the similarities were starting to appear in Molly's face. He had to at least take a few hints. Preparing herself for the next part, she swallowed hard and looked away from the young girl in front of her."You.. you're Molly's father.."[/i][/color] She said it. There it was. The thing she was most scared of, was out in the open. Now all she could do was hope that he wouldn't take it the way she thought he would..[/font][/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by chord upton. on Aug 19, 2011 22:13:08 GMT -5
he'd toned out for a moment, perhaps even fallen asleep but was soon jerked back into reality by the pericing, otherwise irritating sounds of her voice. he completely dismissed what she said before the words even came out of her mouth, because frankly it was quite fucking impossible in his eyes. and honestly- he was fucking irritated that she would even pull that card with me. "oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked her, fire in his voice but not enough to inspire him to rise from his bed. "you're a real haggard bitch, ayla. are you really that desperate for money?"
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Post by ayla lincoln on Aug 19, 2011 22:21:04 GMT -5
"Nothing is fucking wrong with me! You're her father. If you don't believe me, take one look at her. She even looks like you."
[/i][/color] He was angry, that was something he could tell. She didn't want to believe that he'd act this way. However, he did have every right. Ayla deserved to be yelled at. Screamed at. Called horrible names. All of it. She just didn't want it to go like this.."Don't you dare call me a fucking bitch. I was scared, Chord. I had no idea how to even raise a child, let alone how to even fucking tell you!"[/i][/color] The fighting had already begun. Over the phone, of course. There was no end in sight to this disaster. Events just continued to boil on top of each other, and this was the dealbreaker.[/font][/sub][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by chord upton. on Aug 20, 2011 19:44:03 GMT -5
he didn't believe ayla- not for a second, and not because the situation couldn't have called for it- they'd certainly slept together enough times, but also because it was just so ridiculous. chord had never particularly liked molly, or children, or anything that belonged to ayla. "i'll call you whatever the fuck i want. you can get off the phone at any time. you called me remember?" his voice was calm, considering hers was frantic. "you're pathetic. really desperate, and yeah, i always knew that, but this is a new low, don't you think?"
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