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Post by breckett on Aug 5, 2008 18:55:29 GMT -5
Jake glared at her. He grabbed her wrist tightly and whispered in a mad tone, "I'll do whatever I wanna do. So shut up, and just get out."
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Post by Æschere on Aug 5, 2008 18:57:42 GMT -5
Natalie looked up at him angrily. She couldn't help it any longer, she punched him in the nose pretty hard.
(Hehehehe)
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Post by breckett on Aug 5, 2008 18:59:32 GMT -5
Jake immediately put his hand to his nose yelling, "Fuck!" He then checked his hand for blood. After he saw there was none, he looked back at Natalie and slapped her hard across the face. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled at her.
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Post by Æschere on Aug 5, 2008 19:03:20 GMT -5
"No!" she yelled, walking over and grabbing Toby. This made her cry more, she hated yelling around him. Now she stood, baby in her arms, facing the crib.
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Post by breckett on Aug 5, 2008 19:05:23 GMT -5
Jake continued glaring harshly at Natalie. "Fine!" he growled. He laid down on the bed. "But I'm not leaving!"
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Post by Æschere on Aug 5, 2008 19:08:40 GMT -5
Natalie put Toby back in his crib and whispered, "Oh really?" she walked over and grabbed his ankle, pulling him off the bed. It took her a minute becuase she wasn't the strongest but she accomplished it nontheless.
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Post by breckett on Aug 5, 2008 19:10:21 GMT -5
Jake glared at Natalie from the floor. He stood up and pushed her back.
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Post by Æschere on Aug 5, 2008 19:20:26 GMT -5
"Real mature!" Natalie snapped quietly.
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Post by breckett on Aug 5, 2008 19:26:33 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes at her. "Why don't you just go back to your stupid so-called job?!" he growled.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 10:13:41 GMT -5
Natalie looked away, trying to stop crying as she whispered, "Will you just stop?" she sounded calmer than she was, without even meaning to.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 11:41:33 GMT -5
Jake glared at her. "No, I won't!" he growled.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 11:50:46 GMT -5
"Fine." Natalie said, "You win. I'm out." She walked over to the crib, wiping the tears out of her eyes so she wouldn't feel like a wimp. Picking up Toby, she asked quietly, "What's wrong with you, Jake?" Though she didn't wait for an answer. She just walked right out, slipping on her sneakers and grabbing the car keys before heading out the front door.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 11:52:50 GMT -5
Jake rolled his eyes at her. "Nothing's wrong with me," he muttered to himself before walking out of the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed another beer, opening it and beginning to drink it quickly.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 14:50:02 GMT -5
A few minutes later, Natalie pulled up to her mom's house. She grabbed Toby out of the backseat and walked inside saying, "Mom, I'm staying here tonight!" Immediately Amanda ran downstairs saying, "Nat!" Natalie hugged her little sister before starting up the stairs, saying a slight 'hi' to Ronnie who was staying in Jack's old room. She stepped into her old room, unchanged except for the fact that none of her clothes or accessories were there. She laid Toby down on the bed, kissing him on the forehead and turning around to see Leah. "Nat, what are you doing here?" Leah asked, seeming concerned. Natalie gave a slight shrug, not feeling like explaining. "Was it another fight?" Leah asked, sighing. Natalie nodded and her mother continued, "Nat, you're married to Jake now, you really can't keep walking out." Natalie sat down on the bed and said quietly, "Yeah yeah. I know, Mom. He's just acting... Different... Like he did when we first met. I got home tonight and he was drunk." She decided to leave out the stripper and cheating parts. Leah shook her head and said, "You should have stayed, but okay. If you didn't feel comfortable..." As her mom left, Natalie laid down on the bed, holding Toby against her chest and turning off the light, setting her cell on the bedside table. She couldn't fall asleep but she lay awake, crying silently.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 14:57:54 GMT -5
Jake sat the now empty beer bottle down on the table in the living room. He laid down on the couch, his head throbbing painfully. He grabbed his phone and texted Natalie, -Nexp time yu ldave dnot bothr cming back.-
(Next time you leave, don't bother coming back.) (As in, if she comes back like, tomorrow, and then like 2 weeksish later she leaves again, then she shouldn't come back... =/ aww.)
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