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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 15:19:30 GMT -5
Natalie started to record a voicemail, too lazy to text.
"Don't delete this Jake, I want you to listen to it when you're actually sober. Here I go... I'm sick of this. Sick of everything you're putting me through to be with you. I've given you enough chances... Because I love you. I married you, didn't I? But you're drinking again and I can't handle being put down and abused. You're acting like your father now, Jakob... I don't know if I can let Toby go through that, let alone myself. I mean, what if you do something very stupid that gets you into a lot of trouble. I don't want to be left alone... Which brings me to my last point. I'm not even sure if you really do love me. I just can't tell anymore. Everyday I worry that you're gonna go off with someone else, cheating on me for a little before just leaving me... Sorry for the waste of time. I'll hang up now."
Through the whole message it was easy to hear the sorrow in her voice. One could easily guess that she was crying as she talked, but she didn't mind.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 15:22:34 GMT -5
Jake ignored the ringing of his phone. A little while later, he was asleep on the couch.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 15:27:17 GMT -5
Natalie woke up early the next morning to Toby crying. It took her a moment to realize where she was and another to remember what had happened the night before. As soon as she did remember, though, she began to cry again. She couldn't seem to stop. After a little, she got Toby back to sleep but she remained awake, remembering what it had been like right after he was born, when she and Jake slept together for the first time in months. This actually made her smile, temporarily stopping the flow of her tears. She jumped up, running into the bathroom and puking into the toilet. She hadn't gotten the abortion yet and this time it actually hurt, vomiting up blood. She stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. She was too skinny. Only about one hundred twelve pounds.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:00:48 GMT -5
At about noon, Jake woke up. He groaned to himself and sat up, slowly, yet a little too quickly. He put his hand to his head and muttered to himself, "Fuck..." He got up and and walked into the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water. Then he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. After sitting back down he looked at his phone. Then he listened to the voicemail Natalie had left him. About one-fourth of the way into the message, Jake actually began to cry a little. After listening to the whole message, he texted Natalie. -Nat, I just don't want you to be a stripper when I know that you can do so much better than that... But I do love you. And you deserve better than me, too. You deserve a guy who you can actually live with knowing he's not gonna try to hurt you, and that he does really love you and would never leave you. I do love you a lot, and you're my world. But if you actually want to leave me, baby, I understand.-
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:05:03 GMT -5
Natalie was sitting down on the couch, talking to Ronnie when she got his message. She read through it and responded, somewhat furiously, -Here we go again, act two. You try to be all nice and insulting to yourself in hopes that I won't resist you. Then we live happily for a week before you go off and screw everything up again...-
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:12:19 GMT -5
-Yeah, probably.- he responded, still tearing slightly.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:20:51 GMT -5
Natalie responded, rolling her eyes, -I don't want much, Jake. Just a normal marriage and a good life for my son... I don't see how that's so hard for you. It would be nice if you'd just acknowledge that I've made so many sacrifices for you. It would be nice if you'd just *try* to act like an adult.-
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:30:24 GMT -5
-Natalie, I'm sorry. I hate hurting you, honestly. Just, come home?- he asked her.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:35:32 GMT -5
-I don't know if I can.- Natalie responded, still angry.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:44:51 GMT -5
Jake sighed. -Don't blame you... But when you want to, if you ever want to, please do...- he responded.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 17:54:43 GMT -5
Natalie sighed, not responding.
A few minutes later she walked into the apartment, holding the somewhat hyper baby. She stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door and putting Toby in his crib before sitting down on the bed.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 18:06:22 GMT -5
Jake sighed and stood up. He walked over to the bedroom door and said softly through it, "I'm gonna go take a shower, okay?" he waited for a second, though not waiting for a response. He walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 18:08:22 GMT -5
Natalie growled and yelled, "I hope you slip and die!" before grabbing her iPod and putting it on shuffle, walking over to the crib and making funny faces at Toby who laughed, making Natalie smile.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 18:08:57 GMT -5
"Me too..." he muttered, pulling off his boxers and stepping into the cold shower.
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Post by breckett on Aug 6, 2008 18:10:39 GMT -5
Suddenly Natalie ran into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and puking again. More blood. She stood there for a moment, breathing before stealing a glance at Jake's penis.
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