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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 3, 2004 3:59:41 GMT 8
Continue with a paragraph, a word, you name it!
Walking up and down, she was overwhelmed with anxiety. Theresa has a baby, but the question remains... who's the father?
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2004 21:45:48 GMT 8
Theresa thinks to herself of who it could be, of the 5 guys she slept with she assumes only 3 could be the father. Joey, Timmy, and Dane. She knows that there the only ones who could be it, or atleast that she would want to be it. She begins to think again and hopes it is Dane, because he has a job, car, house, and would be able to support her and the baby.
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 3, 2004 21:50:47 GMT 8
But then, how could she find out? DNA? She needs to know it now cause her tummy can't get any smaller. Anxiety sunks in, nervous, hungry and angry, she starts mumbking. *I'd tell them all, , after that, whoever that agrees will be the father. If they all agree, I'd choose the best one.*
But she knew no one would marry her, she's 15, underage and a hooker. She knew her only option was abortion, but she had to cling on to every ounce of hope she has... she knew it then, that she is still capable of love. Love for another person. Love for her baby...
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 7, 2004 9:07:22 GMT 8
She stood, pacing in her room, so deep in her thoughts that she jumped when the phone rang. Laughing at her own nervousness, she jumped for the phone, ignoring the shaking of her hand.
"Hello?" she answered, pleased to find her voice still strong despite the tears.
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 7, 2004 20:54:39 GMT 8
No answer...
She said again "hello?" this time, her voice is consumed by fear. Who is at the other end?
"Theresa?" The voice at the other end finally spoke.
"Yes, you are?"
"It's me, Dane.. I was wondering if you have any time tonight. I.. urm.. want to release some stress.."
"Dane, I am going to tell you something very important now, so please don't freak out." Theresa said with fear in her voice. Fear of uncertainty. What will dane's reaction be? How will he take this? Will he want her or at least the baby?
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 8, 2004 1:13:33 GMT 8
Way to leave the dirty work for someone else. 
Theresa opened her mouth to speak, about to spill the truth when Dane spoke again. "Hold on," he said simply, and she heard the sound of a doorbell and then his muffled footsteps as he walked away. Forcing herself to release her breath, she took a painful gasp of air and cursed her nerves. Her gaze fell go her stomach. She couldn’t help but wonder whether the baby was laughing at her mother’s silliness or not. Her heart beat jumped when she heard him pick up the phone. She opened her mouth a second time, but once again, he was speaking first. “I have to leave right now, Theresa. Please, please let me come over there?” he said. His tone alarmed her, and she had consented and hung up the phone before she knew it. |
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 8, 2004 1:57:14 GMT 8
Three hours of waiting seemed like an eternity. she sat at her rocking chair, made of rattan. Cushions dirty. She wondered to herself. 'I can't bring my baby to a world like this.. I'd ruin both the baby and me.' With that, her determination went to Dane. All her hopes on him. A life free of this hellhole. The pipes were leaking, her bed was a mere mattress on the floor. She had no televisyen and all her furnitures were from the dump site in Fouler Alley. She doesn't even have enough money to make ends meet each day. Sure, she's a hooker but she doesn't accept any client. She still has some dignity left. "Knock, knock" She was startled. Slowly, she went to the door, opened it and to her surprise she saw...  Left you the more important parts!  |
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 9, 2004 4:05:38 GMT 8
... the garbageman. Only kidding.
Slowly, she went to the door, opened it and to her surprise she saw Oliver. Her eyes widening, she immediately made to slam the door shut, but he was too quick. He flung out a foot and the door rebounded. Not bothering to try again, Theresa turned and ran in the other direction. His rough hands grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Within seconds he had one of his overly large hands latched tightly onto her shoulder. She felt his nails dig into her shoulder and she bit back a cry of pain. Slowly, he bent down and whispered in her ear. She shuddered at his words. "I'm sorry I didn't make an appointment, Theresa..." |
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 9, 2004 21:16:37 GMT 8
Oliver went in, sat down and made himself at home. Where's my money b*tch? Theresa, scared and nervous, said "But I just gave you last week." Oliver snarled at her and said "Did you eat yesterday? No questions you sl*t, just pay up!" Theresa was lost now, she's broke. Before she could answer, the bell rang again... who could it be this time? What would the son of a b*tch Oliver say? p/s: You started this Oliver name thingy.. so... please don't be mad Ollie.. |
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 9, 2004 22:33:01 GMT 8
When I was writing it, I asked Oliver to give me a name, and he gave me his own. He knows-- and yes, he even knows what kind of character he is.
Theresa started slowly toward the door, surprised Oliver was still seated, Swinging the door open, she found Dane standing outside, looking very worried. She had said a simple hello when she heard Oliver move behind her. "Who is it, very *friendly* person? Another one of your customers?" Dane's eyes widened as he took in Oliver. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist protectively. "Who are you?" he asked Oliver. "The person who gives her a place to live," answered the landlord with a snicker. His eyes swept down Theresa's body in a way that made her shiver and creep closer to Dane. She recognized that look.
Have fun with it. |
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 10, 2004 23:26:30 GMT 8
Approaching closer, Oliver gave Theresa a sly smile.
"Come back here"
She quietly obliged leaving Dane dumbfounded.
"You.. you.." Dane stammered...
"What about me dumb*ss? Get the f*ck out of my face" Shouted Oliver.
Clearly Oliver was in control here. He was bigger, meaner and he had connections.
Dane is just a shopkeeper in Music Alley, a shop customizing music requests.
Dane, this time angered. He never had any diginity in his life and Theresa respected him. Theresa was the only one he can confide in.. Theresa was the only one who didn't look down upon him.
Fuelled by anger, he slapped Oliver... A brawl ensued..
Theresa standing by the sidelines, like a spectator.. What can a mere 5" 2 girl do? She wanted to shout, wanted them to stop.. but words are lost as fast as as she can think.
She knew she had to act fast.. She knew Dane was her only hope.. She knew Oliver would kill Dane. She took thenearest heavy object, her vase.
With all her might, she gave Oliver a fast, swift and heavy blow........
Dane stood there, looking down upon Oliver's bleeding body. If they do not kill him, he knew Oliver would find every inch of the country to track the both of them!
The question remains, would a normal 23 year old shopkeeper and a 15 year old girl commit murder...
Wouldn't anyone do it if they are pushed to the edge?
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 11, 2004 12:06:14 GMT 8
I hate you. Really and truly. Could you have made it any harder?
Dane grabbed her hand and pulled her away from Oliver's unconscious body. He held her close, holding her almost too tightly for comfort. As he heard her heartbeat, he made his decision. He did not want to bring her into a world of death. He couldn't bring her into that world.
Releasing her so suddenly she stumbled, he commanded her to start packing.
"I'm taking you away," he said quickly. His eyes were still on Oliver, and they remained there as Theresa scrambled to gather her scant belongings.
Grabbing a notepad near the door, he scribbled down a short note and dropped it on Oliver's form. Holding Theresa's arm, he led her out to her car and hopped into his own side.
In the note...
Follow us, and I will finish this job. You have your resources, and I have mine. For now... I hope your resources include some Tylenol. You're going to need it, bigboy.
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Post by j!mmy.ang on Jun 12, 2004 15:17:53 GMT 8
Since UC called me a wuss.. I've decided to revive this thread!  ------------------------------------------------------------------- Holding Theresa's hand, Dane rushed down the stairs... There are things in his mind he could not possibly forget. That incident upstairs might change his destiny, his life forever. However, regret is something he did not feel. He hoped Theresa felt that way too..... Oliver woke up to find the note, enraged, he called every living sould he could command and he wanted answers... not answers... he wanted them! Dead or Alive.... Dane and Theresa reached the pier in 2 hours. He said to her... "come with me, I may not be able to give you riches but I can give you happiness" Theresa, eager to follow him... is till undecided.. why? because she now has the responsibility of two. One, herself, the other, her child... Would her child be happy in a secluded place if they are running like fugitives for the rest of their lives? Would they ever lead a normal life? ------------------------------------------ There UC , wuss!  I'll continue this even if it has to squeeze all the juices in my head! |
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Post by Urban Cinderella on Jun 19, 2004 3:15:45 GMT 8
Wuss.  -hugs- Just kidding.
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