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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 14:57:47 GMT -5
Skittery had just returned from selling the evening edition; he'd been too nervous to sell all his papes, so he just had to absorb the losses. He was sitting on the couch in the parlor, eyes darting to the door every time someone walked in. Finally, Maggie came in. She didn't look good. He leapt up and over to her. "What? What is it, what's wrong?"
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 14:59:19 GMT -5
She didn't meet his eyes, just stared in front of her as she moved past him, perching on the edge of the couch, straight-backed. "I--I thought it might be the flu...it's not the flu..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 15:08:29 GMT -5
He went to stand in front of her, longing to reach out and touch her but she seemed like she would snap if he did. "What is it, Mags?"
((I'm out running errands with my mom so I won't be posting a lot!))
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 15:12:16 GMT -5
((No problem! I'll be around whenever you do  ) Stared at the fire crackling in the fireplace, wide-eyed. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. She was being punished. What other reason could there be for something this awful to happen. "I--I..." she breathed out, voice weak, barely above a whisper, still not looking at him. "I'm pregnant..." |
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 15:43:49 GMT -5
He felt like he was going to throw up. "Pregnant...?" he whispered, flopping down on the couch as his knees gave out.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 15:45:21 GMT -5
She still refused to look at him, eyes welling up with tears. Her life was officially over. Anything she'd ever done up to this point was chump change compared to this. Her father would never speak to her again.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 17:31:33 GMT -5
He ran his hand over his face, a thousand different thoughts and emotions running through his mind. "Oh my god," he exhaled. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Fuck.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 17:34:14 GMT -5
She thought about her father, how disappointed and upset he would be. She had the fleeting thought of throwing herself off the roof, and that only made her feel guiltier.
"What do we do..?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 17:36:51 GMT -5
"Shit, Maggie... I don't know," he replied, his stomach turning unpleasantly. Maybe he would know later on, in a few weeks. Or a few months. But right now, his mind was an absolute blank.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 17:38:47 GMT -5
"I--I can't--I wouldn't be able to...I have to have it, Michael." She bit her lip, still refusing to look at him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 17:49:20 GMT -5
"Okay," he replied, now just kind of in a daze. "But will you...will we keep it?"
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 17:50:54 GMT -5
She didn't respond immediately, just watched the fire pop and crackle. "...I don't know."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 17:55:12 GMT -5
He figured they had time to decide that, but he knew deep down they'd have to give it up. There was no way two kids like themselves could raise a child together. Not in these conditions. He watched her for a minute, then patted the sofa cushion next to him. "Come here," he croaked, hoping she wouldn't start pushing him away for some reason.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 18:00:42 GMT -5
She stiffened for a moment, swallowing down the lump in her throat. But she needed him; no matter how much she was hurting, this was happening to him too.
She moved closer against him, glancing over at him a few tears spilling out and down her cheeks.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 20:51:23 GMT -5
He wiped his thumb under her cheek, catching the tears. Then he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Maggie. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault..."
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