Patrick fell back, and Lorelei recoiled back immediately. She shuddered, trying to hold back the tears that had already started falling down her cheeks. Cradling her now broken wrist to her chest, she turned her head up to see her rescuer whisper something into Patrick's ear, making him look at her like he never met her.
"Who...the hell are you?" he asked. "How'd you get into my house?"
In that moment, she wasn't sure what hurt more; her broken limb, or the sudden rejection. She should have been happy, should have been delighted that she was free to go. And yet....
She shook her head, curling up into a ball. She softly sobbed into her knees, body shaking.
"Who are you?" she whimpered, looking up at the sudden stranger. "What did you do?"
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lol go for it XD
There we go. I hope didn't over-do it, I thankfully have no experience in this kind of situation.
Her eyes continued to widen, a strange feeling flowing through her veins. As the dublin winds brushed about her mahogany tresses, Lorelei couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been examined somehow. Why do I feel like just got naked for the doctor? she wondered, just as the mystery man walked away. She instinctively pulled her coat up higher, cheeks turning pink.
Her phone beeped at her. She quickly pulled out her phone, and saw about three texts from Patrick, demanding to know what was taking her so long. That fear flooded her system again. There was no point in staying away now.
With a shudder, she put the phone back, and turned to walk back on home.
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"Patrick?"
The slob still hadn't cleaned up. The smell of cheep beer and whiskey permeated around the room, various bits off clothes scattered about the room. In her haste to leave, Lorelei was almost sure some of her jewelry was still here. Carefully, the brunette stepped iniside and called out for the 'master' of the house. She stepped around a broken bottle, just as she heard that familiar cough.
"Where the hell were you?" a voice gurgled. "You running off with some f**** in town?"
Patrick was sitting in his chair, as per usual. He wasn't an unattractive man, or at least he used to be. His body was muscular in build, with a thick beard covering his chin, and scraggly black hair going down his back. He hadn't changed into clean clothes yet, and was sprawled out in boxers and a t-shirt, bear in hand.
"What?! No!" Lorelei quickly said, putting her purse down. "You know I wouldn't do that."
"Bull," he said, eyeing her. "As soon as it was morning, you shot out of here like a bat outta hell; who were you meeting?"
"No one." Lorelei narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms. "I told you, I just had to go back to my studio."
"Those god-damn paintings!" He suddenly swore, dropping the bottle, and rounding on her. "You lying bitch, there's no way in hell you could have that many orders! Who where you talking to?!"
Lorelei backed up, only to have her wrist painfully snatched up. He yanked her back to him, staring hard into his eyes.
"Who was he?!" he yelled again. When she whimpered in reply, the back of his hand slapped her hard on the left side of her face. "WHO THE HELL WAS HE?!"
"You're hurting me!" she sobbed, trying to yank her wrist back. "Let me go!!"
Her phone beeped at her. She quickly pulled out her phone, and saw about three texts from Patrick, demanding to know what was taking her so long. That fear flooded her system again. There was no point in staying away now.
With a shudder, she put the phone back, and turned to walk back on home.
"Patrick?"
The slob still hadn't cleaned up. The smell of cheep beer and whiskey permeated around the room, various bits off clothes scattered about the room. In her haste to leave, Lorelei was almost sure some of her jewelry was still here. Carefully, the brunette stepped iniside and called out for the 'master' of the house. She stepped around a broken bottle, just as she heard that familiar cough.
"Where the hell were you?" a voice gurgled. "You running off with some f**** in town?"
Patrick was sitting in his chair, as per usual. He wasn't an unattractive man, or at least he used to be. His body was muscular in build, with a thick beard covering his chin, and scraggly black hair going down his back. He hadn't changed into clean clothes yet, and was sprawled out in boxers and a t-shirt, bear in hand.
"What?! No!" Lorelei quickly said, putting her purse down. "You know I wouldn't do that."
"Bull," he said, eyeing her. "As soon as it was morning, you shot out of here like a bat outta hell; who were you meeting?"
"No one." Lorelei narrowed her eyes, and crossed her arms. "I told you, I just had to go back to my studio."
"Those god-damn paintings!" He suddenly swore, dropping the bottle, and rounding on her. "You lying bitch, there's no way in hell you could have that many orders! Who where you talking to?!"
Lorelei backed up, only to have her wrist painfully snatched up. He yanked her back to him, staring hard into his eyes.
"Who was he?!" he yelled again. When she whimpered in reply, the back of his hand slapped her hard on the left side of her face. "WHO THE HELL WAS HE?!"
"You're hurting me!" she sobbed, trying to yank her wrist back. "Let me go!!"
I do, actually :D
I like it, makes it more adorable somehow; and sad, considering what I'm gonna do later on. Speaking of, the next post is going to be mildly long. You don't need to make it the same length, I just gotta set the scene proper.
I like it, makes it more adorable somehow; and sad, considering what I'm gonna do later on. Speaking of, the next post is going to be mildly long. You don't need to make it the same length, I just gotta set the scene proper.
Sounds great, actually; guy's pretty pissed right now.
And thanks :) I myself couldn't be that cute if I tried XD
And thanks :) I myself couldn't be that cute if I tried XD
"Oh, where do I even begin?" she said, getting herself to a chair. "I'm so lost right now, and not just because of my eyesight."
With all the senses becoming so very overwhelming, she decided to start with the basics. "Could you tell me who I am, first off?" she asked. "Why I was even here, maybe?" The next part was the scary part, to make her clutch at her dress. "And....maybe what happened to me?"
With all the senses becoming so very overwhelming, she decided to start with the basics. "Could you tell me who I am, first off?" she asked. "Why I was even here, maybe?" The next part was the scary part, to make her clutch at her dress. "And....maybe what happened to me?"
"Right, be back soon," Lorelei's voice went down an Octave with each word, the disappointment very clear in her voice. Then, quite suddenly, she straightened up, looking worried. "What? No, of course I want to! I-I'm always happy to see y-"
She was silenced by the man on the other end, her body curling inward with each word. As the phone clicked off, she swallowed hard. Lorelei slowly put the phone back in her purse, fingers trembling. He was angry, really angry, and it sounded like he began early with the beers. She clenched her fist in worry, gnawing on the knuckle. I should wait for him to calm down...oh, but he'll be so angry if I take any longer...
Suddenly, she was aware of a presence behind her. She turned, wide-eyed, before giving another friendly smile. The performer had pushed himself out of the crowd of thankful townsfolk, looking to be adjusting that jacket of his. She shyly pulled the collar of her shirt closed, and eased herself forward.
"Um, hi," she managed, voice sweet. "That song was sure something."
She was silenced by the man on the other end, her body curling inward with each word. As the phone clicked off, she swallowed hard. Lorelei slowly put the phone back in her purse, fingers trembling. He was angry, really angry, and it sounded like he began early with the beers. She clenched her fist in worry, gnawing on the knuckle. I should wait for him to calm down...oh, but he'll be so angry if I take any longer...
Suddenly, she was aware of a presence behind her. She turned, wide-eyed, before giving another friendly smile. The performer had pushed himself out of the crowd of thankful townsfolk, looking to be adjusting that jacket of his. She shyly pulled the collar of her shirt closed, and eased herself forward.
"Um, hi," she managed, voice sweet. "That song was sure something."
No problem ^^
I am now; though our timeclocks are gonna make this hell of a difficult XD
I welcome the challenge.
I welcome the challenge.
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