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Post by marcus owen foster on Jul 3, 2012 2:06:11 GMT -5
Marc bit his lip, but was seriously short on time. He handed Shawn his phone and the other puppy. "I'll call, okay? I'll come get you. Call the hospital, tell them she just had a baby and she's bleeding and you need someone at my apartment." And he did the only thing he could think to do. He darted for the door, not caring if it was pouring rain. He was out on the street and darting across lawns the way he came to get back to Shaun.
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Post by jacob roefaux gryffon on Jul 3, 2012 2:21:04 GMT -5
Jacob watched Shawn take the phone as Marc left, and bent to take the puppies, had set up a play pen in the corner with a pillow and some blankets in there. He put them down.
"I hate this.." Shawn mumbled.
"Shawn-"
"No! I can't fucking ever help! I'm always just in the way cos I can't damn move!"
"Shawn it's not-"
But his brother was cying, and because he wasn't able to run and find solitude, he threw Marc's phone at him.
"Go away Jacob!" Jacob stooped and picked it up as his mother rushed into the living room. He gave it to her and she sat down, hugging her crying son close as she dialed, rubbing his shoulder.
Jacob looked away, feeling like none of this would have happened if he hadn't been sick and run off that night. He worked his jaw, slinking upstairs, slammed the bedroom door and kicked it.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jul 3, 2012 2:31:24 GMT -5
Marc walked over to Shaun, not caring if he was soaking wet or not. "Marc, I'm scared.." She cried, curling up close to him. "I just want Shawn.."
"I'll bring you straight to Shawn, okay? Let the doctor clear you and I'll bring you over, okay?" He breathed, slowly stroking her hair. It wasn't long before the doctor came, and said she needed to get seen by someone at the hospital. He took her, and Marc followed in his car, feeling like he was being pulled in a million directions.
They checked her out, gave her a few stitches and watched her to see if the bleeding would stop. They finally gave her a release, and he helped her to the car, bringing her straight to see Shawn as he'd promised.
"You sure you got it?" He asked, holding her arm as she slowly got up the steps. She nodded, then shook her head.
"No.." She cried, and he picked her up, knocking softly on the door after he'd put her on her feet. She tried to pull up the sleeve of his shirt, but it fell down past her shoulder again.
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Post by jacob roefaux gryffon on Jul 3, 2012 2:36:49 GMT -5
Jacob finally calmed down and wandered downstairs, sitting down by the pen, eyes indifferent, completely upset with himself. He eyed the pups warily, then looked at Shawn who was watching TV, tears drying on his cheeks. He had refused to eat though, even after Tyler came in and tried getting him to come to the table.
"Come in," Jacob called flatly, not bothering get up off the floor, rubbing at bloodied knuckles. He would have to buy a new mirror for the bathroom he knew. His mother hadn't uttered a word though, told him to call her if they needed anything before she had left for work.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jul 3, 2012 2:40:43 GMT -5
Marc helped her inside, not sure she should be walking. But she wouldn't listen. She walked slowly over to Shawn, kissing the top of his head. "I missed you.." She breathed, slowly running her fingers through his hair. Marc closed the door, sitting down at the other end of the sofa. Shaun rounded it slowly, sitting down beside Shawn. "Hey, Jake." She said, trying to fix Marc's shirt again.
"Seriously. Do you need another shirt?" Marc asked.
"No. It's not like you haven't seen my shoulder." She retorted.
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Post by jacob roefaux gryffon on Jul 3, 2012 2:48:32 GMT -5
Shawn smiled up at her. "Hey..." He breathed, leaning over for a kiss as she sat down.
"Hey," Jacob mumbled, glancing at the three of them warily. There was too much to lose sleep over anymore, to much stress and self blame. It was wearing on him. He got up, slinking to Typer in the kitchen and holding out his bleeding right hand. "Wrap this. Please."
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shaun michel foster
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Caught up in this moment; caught up in your smile.[RS:5=the other Shawn.]
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Post by shaun michel foster on Jul 3, 2012 2:52:12 GMT -5
Shaun kissed him gently, reaching over to take his hand tightly in her's. She pulled it into her lap, playing with his fingers. She kept her head down, avoiding looking at the play pen at all costs. She didn't want to look at the puppies. She looked over at Jacob, then back at Shawn. "You're not mad?" She asked quietly, holding tightly to his hand.
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shawn fleiter gryffon
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My limits don't limit me. Only my head does.[RS:1]
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Post by shawn fleiter gryffon on Jul 3, 2012 3:00:04 GMT -5
Shawn laced their fingers together, reaching his free hand up to wipe at his eyes. "I don't have a reason to be mad, Shaun.." He insisted. "Never did. Some things happen and we need to accept them-"
"Well then pull the glass out, dumbshit," Jacob snapped and Shawn winced, glancing at his brothers as Jake pulled his hand back. "I'll do it myself, fuck." He watched him pull the shards lose with his teeth and spit them in the sink, even as he cut his lip. Scrubbing it out angrily, he grabbed the gauze and a cigarette, and stormed outside.
Shawn lowered his gaze, staring at the floor, cringing as the front door slammed.
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shaun michel foster
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Caught up in this moment; caught up in your smile.[RS:5=the other Shawn.]
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Post by shaun michel foster on Jul 3, 2012 3:04:52 GMT -5
Shaun winced as he screamed, heard one of the puppies whine. She bit her lip, instinct telling her to go comfort her baby, but her mind telling her to stay away. She kissed Shawn's forehead, reaching up to tip his chin back and kiss him again. "I'll be right back, okay?" She got carefully to her feet, despite how bad it hurt. She walked to the door, then out it, hating how badly she'd broken the little family.
"Jake.." She said quietly, closing the door behind her. "Jake.. Please don't snap at Tyler.. It's okay.." She mumbled.
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Post by jacob roefaux gryffon on Jul 3, 2012 3:14:34 GMT -5
Shawn met the kiss softly. "Okay.." He murmured, looking towards Marc, the. A doe-eyed and clearly confused Tyler.
Jacob had his face buried in his arms, shoulders trembling. He didn't bother look up as Shaun came out. "N-..no it's not," He choked, voice cracking. "I don't know what I'm DOING, Shaun. I-..I fucked everything up.. You're a mess, Shawn's a mess.. I've don'e nothing but fucking drink, smoke and yell at Tyler, okay? I can't raise kids by myself.. I dunno what to do..." He sniffed, raising his head as he brushed tears from under his eyes, staring across the yard, and swallowed. "I don't want you to hate them..." He cried, trying to speak past the knot in his throat. "They deserve to have a moma who loves them.. Marc's wrong.. I'm not gonna make excuses... I'm not gonna let them be like me, a fuck up with one parent.." A tear dripped off his jaw and he played with the gauze in his hand, set his lighter and cigarettes aside. "I'm so tired of doing things wrong... It's a fucking shame somebody else wasn't their dad." He wiped at his face angrily again, eyeing his truck. He was ready to just take it and leave. Maybe they would be better without him. But he couldn't do that to his brother's, he knew. No matter how often they might tell him to go away.
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