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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 11, 2010 0:20:19 GMT -5
 He was on Cloud Nine.
Smirking at the female before him with her thick, dark locks brushing over his lean chest, he let her lips run across his ear, tracing the outline of his jaw. She was on the tips of her heels, fingers clinging to his button down, collared shirt. He was in a colleague's home where such parties were the regular. Of course, Pilot always left with a good handful of numbers he would never call unless bored and lazy enough and at least one or two females on his arms. This was how Pilot coped with everything in his life, from the death of his mother to having Angelina disappear on him without a single clue as to why but a simple note basically being a slap to his face that he wasn't good enough for her to just break it off in person. So, with that being said, that was why Brunette was before him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear that he didn't care much for as he leaned casually against a wall in the dinning room, one arm muscular arm draped lazily over her thin shoulder. He stood at a good six feet tall and the female before him was about five - eight? He couldn't tell with those heels of her's. How women could walk in those, he didn't care, as long as they did because it made their legs and ass look absolutely monumental.
She was from Spain, that much he managed to retain as he downed another shot that was handed to him by a butler that was roaming around despite the place being hectic with bodies meshed together in a tragic embrace of heavy beats and a sexually charged atmosphere. Even with the obvious orgy that was about to break out in the living room not far from him, everything still looked classy and beautiful in the only way the Upper East Side could pull off. Now Brunette Spain was biting his lower lip. He put his index finger on her lips for a second as he held his arm out for the Blond Australian on the other side. They'd both be going to his place tonight. Definitely. This was the best rehabilitation he'd ever been through. Feeling the pressure as she put the tourniquet around his muscular arm, he felt the slightest pinch of the needle sinking in and then the sweet release.
It was only three in the morning, the party still as wild as it was at eight when he arrived, by the time he emerged from the depths of one of the guest rooms leaving two lovely naked women in the bed, sprawled out haphazardly across each other looking completely worn out. Did they really think he would stay with them? His high wore off and though they were still beautiful, he couldn't put up with them for more than a night. They simply weren't worth it and he wasn't going to bother. Walking down the hallway, he was buttoning up his shirt, his thick red hair a messy mop on his head from it's usually neat presentation, when he nearly walked into someone, "Sorry 'bout that," he muttered under his breathe, not looking up really until he heard the voice. That was enough to catch his attention...
Catch it much better than the two females who left him smelling like a delicious skag-induced threesome.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 11, 2010 0:48:11 GMT -5
 lighting up, it was what she did best. As the young blonde stood outside an elegant household she could hear the loud bumping from inside. From the porch she could smell the sweet smell of alcohol, and other sorts of drugs. Sticking a small white object between her lips she lit the tip of it and it let out a sweet scent. Taking the air in through her lungs Lina let out a low groan. She considered simply leaving the party and having one of her own with her bowl and her cold, dark room. But she decided against it. Taking another long drag and another after that, until she finished.
She then took the remaining white piece and tossed it on the ground. Running a frail hand through her hair she began her venture up the steps and into the party. It smelled of sweat, alcohol, sex and drugs. Everything that Lina was used to, and everything she was told to avoid in rehab. That didnt work, obviously. As she took in a breath she walked towards the back of the living room, leaning against the wall she looked around and began to watch the orgy unfold in front of her.
Letting out a soft chuckle, it disgusted her. She looked down at her feet and soon felt someone step in front of her. Looking up she noticed a familiar face, a gentleman she had spent many nights with before she left for rehab, a sly smirk on his face as he handed her a mixed shot. Quickly taking it she grabbed his as well and drank that down letting out a grunt. What the fuck was that. it was more of a statement, then a question. Feeling the high hit her body her arms started to go numb and she felt herself fall back against the wall landing with a thud.
The gentleman stepped forward placing his palm on the back of her head, grabbing a full handful of hair pulling her forward. She felt his hot breath against her neck as he spoke and this made her just as disgusted as what was going on around her. Pushing him off he fell backwards into another blonde girl. He mumbled a few curses and turned his attention to the girl.
Suddenly feeling self concious Lina knew her downward spiral of depression after the high was coming. She grabbed another shot from a boy, took it and then made her way down the hall, hoping there was a bathroom. She needed to throw up, badly. The room was spinning as she felt someone bump into her, she fell to the side and leaned against the wall. Watch it she grumbled.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 11, 2010 1:12:41 GMT -5
Maybe it was because his high hadn't completely disappeared or maybe it was because he got his daily dose of sex but he was suddenly in a particularly good mood. Seeing her face once he looked up, he knew it all too well. She was about to hurl. She had the edginess in her voice and she looked just about ready to throw herself onto the porcelain God she seemed to worship whenever she took more than she could handle. He only threw up the first time he tried everything. After that, he knew how to hold his own. He'd been doing it since before high school. Hell, with a drug addict mother, that was expected, "Shut up," he chuckled, "I'll hold back your hair," he opened the door right by her where a couple was making out in the bathtub, "If you don't want Bitch Juice on you, I suggest leaving," and that was enough to clear the bathroom for her.
Yeah, he was definitely in a good mood.
Shirt still partially unbuttoned, he went over to the mirror to finish but left his tie undone around his neck. He seemed perfectly content and patient when the truth was, even if he had been in a foul mood he would have most likely held her hair back for her and waited for her to finish barfing up the contents of her miserable life into the loo. He loved her and he absolutely hated himself for feeling that way. In the time she'd been gone, he'd managed to convince himself that it was for the better because being committed to someone had never been his strong point. Yet he'd committed to her. Shouldn't that have been enough of a sign to her that he gave a shit about her well being? The player finally settled. That and he said those three forbidden words to her that he had promised never to utter to anyone who wasn't his own flesh and blood.
She had no idea what the hell she did when she left. Did she think he would be exactly how he was when she came back? Of course not. He had always been an ass but at least he used to be a respectable one who had the whole secret romantic thing about him. He used to buy her things, take her out everywhere, shower her with horrible poems on Valentine's day that he would write himself despite not being the most creative man in the world. But it was nothing. Yes, he had his flaws. He was a drug addict. He was an alcoholic. He was an asshole. What else did she want from him? She should have known if she told him to stop drinking and to stop getting high, he would do it right then and there. She'd had him whipped and now?
She could go fuck herself.
But he'd still hold her hair back while she hurled because despite hating her to the core, he hated himself more and hey...no one else would hold her hair back. If anything, she might as well buzz it all off, "You know...you'd actually look gorgeous with short hair now that I think about it," he paused, "It would give you that whole strong and independent vibe." He was always friendly when he was high. Friendlier and less defensive than when he was completely sober.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 11, 2010 1:23:50 GMT -5
This was ritual for her. You would think by now that Lina would know how to hold her stuff, but for some reason she over did herself. Trying to forget her problems, as her mentor back at rehab told her. Fuck that, she did this because she felt like it, and possibly because she was addicted, but that, addiction, was one thing Lina refused to admit. As she heard a soft voice speak followed by a chuckle she looked up, a burning feeling in her chest, she knew that voice.
Her eyes settled on the one she loved, the one she hated, the one she wanted back. That however, was not an option, as of right now. Lina had screwed up, and she knew that. As she felt herself being led into the bathroom she also felt the warm liquid fueling up from the insides of her stomach. Laying her eyes upon the couple in the tub before she could speak and tell them to get out she heard Pilot clear them out.
Figuring she'd bitch at him later for calling her a bitch she ran for the toilet. Letting it all out she felt warm tears come from her eyes. Although she had grown acustom to the vomitting she still cried like a baby, every time. Letting out a rough, harsh, body shaking cough she wrapped her arms around herself and grabbed some toilet paper wiping her mouth. When he spoke again she looked up at him. Thats all you have to say, as I sit here, throwing my guts up?
During her high Lina became a bitch. She couldnt help it. And usually, when her high was ending she went into a downward spiral of emotion, bitchiness and depression. She pushed herself away from the toilet and leaned against the tub. She crossed her arms and looked away from him. I enjoy my hair the length it is, thanks she paused, looking at him. Narrowing her eyes she knew what he was doing, or had done.
Let me guess, a threesome? she let the words slide from her mouth. Letting out a chuckle she shook her head. Another reason I wont cut my hair, the gentleman love to pull it. she said smirking and looking at him. Her eyes scanning him, she wanted to search into his soul, find the hate for her and erase it. She wanted things back to how they were, before she got pregnant. Before the abortion, before the note. But she could never tell him about the baby, NEVER.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 11, 2010 1:42:46 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not your therapist," he shrugged, holding her hair back as she finished barfing before letting it go and going over to wash his hands in the sink, mostly because she'd looked over at him and some of her makeup smeared on him a bit, "I'm your ex," he dried off his hands with a random towel before glancing over at her. His pupils were large, practically swallowing his usually bright blue irises whole like an angry disease. He yawned a bit and ran his fingers through his messy hair, attempting to fix it a bit but then quickly giving up. There was no use. They were being difficult and he didn't have the patience, "I know. Been there, tapped that," he chuckled again as he said it, obviously aiming it toward her. Of course he knew men liked pulling her hair. He'd been one of them but everyone needed a change. His change was that he refused to screw anyone who remotely resembled her because then that would just be weird and it would turn into hate sex when the opposite party wouldn't even know why he hated them so.
He watched her slide over to lean against the tub before he reached over and flushed the toilet, scrunching up his nose a bit at the familiar smell. Why did he bother doing this? She was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Then again, hadn't she said that about him once? He was old enough to take care of himself and yet when she left, his life went down hill. His mother died while getting plastic surgery and he ended up overdosing because the only two meaningful women in his life were taken away from him within the same time span and it was too much for him to handle. He never called it an overdose though and whenever Mason brought it up, he'd just laugh it off and say he got carried away. If they knew he did it on purpose-they would think he was crazy.
He nodded when she mentioned the threesome and a ghost of a satisfied smile fell on his face, "Australia and Spain tonight," hearing his name being called in the hallway by the Australian one, he closed the door of the bathroom and leaned against it so he slid down to the floor, propping his elbows on his knees lazily, quickly ignoring the calls of the now two females on the hunt for him. This was why he always left early if he screwed them elsewhere, "Still bitchy I see," he laughed softly as if her not changing at all was amusing to him and also reassuring. If she was still the same, he wouldn't want her anymore. He couldn't handle her being the same as before. Well, he could, but not as her boyfriend-which he knew he would have no shot at being at this point. She could pick whomever she wanted and she already proved to him flat out that he wasn't the one so why argue about it?
He was just going to go with the flow. So with that mentality, he reached over into the cabinet under the sink, rummaged around a bit, and after finding the bag of pills in the bag, grabbed a couple a popped them into his mouth, not bothering to check what the hell he was mixing. He used to be more careful-now he didn't care. What was the point? He should be able to do whatever the hell he wanted. His company was doing great, he made a million a day, and life was so damn fantastic, he got Australia and Spain in one shot.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 11, 2010 1:55:25 GMT -5
Lina sat, against the cold tub. She felt her face heating up. God she hated him sometimes, and yet she was in love with him with every hurtful word he spoke. The ironic thing was, as much as she tried to fight back, she knew she deserved every single word he said. She was the reason he is the way he is, she is the reason he fucks anything that walks. Letting out a sigh she pushed herself off of the tub and walked over to the sink. She ran water through her hands before running her hands along her face.
Turning the faucet off she looked at herself, makeup gone, hair a mess, she looked like death in human form. Resuming her position near the tub she looked at him, crossing her arms once more. You wouldnt believe the amazing partners Ive had in rehab, high sex should be fucking illegal she knew no matter how hard she tried to get to him, she couldnt. Although hearing the girls call his name made her want to go out there and bash their heads in.
She felt her eyes stinging with hate as she glared at him. No matter how hard she tried she wanted to be mad at him, how could he hurt her? But then again, how could she expect him to just wait around, she was the one who left in the first place. She smirked still a cocky arrogant asshole i see she said staring at him blankly.
things were growing thick and she could feel the tension. As he reached in the cabinet she watched him swallow the pills, her eyes somewhat widened. That was the shit that sent her over the edge, pills. She let out a sigh and looked at him, feeling her palms go sweaty she grabbed the bag and popped three pills letting out a satisified sigh. Knowing she should be more careful she didnt give a fuck at this point. Looking at him she smirked and then tossed the bag back, looking away tring to not let her eyes meet with his.
She heard the voices grow closer to the bathroom and she chuckled. Standing up she walked over next to him and started making fake sex sounds. She began to scream his name and then stopped, hearing a few disgusted noises come from outside she walked back and sat back down looking at him, a satisfied smirk on her face. sorry to rain on that parade but they were fucking annoying she said looking at him with a simple smirk planted on her face.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 11, 2010 2:14:59 GMT -5
He let a goofy grin fall on his face when she called him arrogant, "Only for you Linda Lina," it slipped out before he could stop it and even then, he didn't seem to notice he just called her the pet name he used to always call her to get her to calm down whenever she was really pissed off. It had always been his last resort when really it should have been his first. She didn't seem pissed off now, but it was an old habit he had yet to break. Once she popped three pills, looked ready to yank the bag from her. That was probably another problem of his. He was fine messing up his own body but watching Mason or Angelina mess up their own on his watch he couldn't stand. It was fine and dandy to have a little bit here and there, he didn't care that much, but popping pills as recklessly as he just did, he didn't like to see other people doing. Really, Mason and Lina were the last family he really had. His real family were practically just business partners.
Pilot had fully ignored her comment earlier on all the people she had sex with in rehab. It was a bit obvious why-he didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to think about how someone else made her feel other than himself. Jealous? Very. He remembered decking a guy full in the face for smacking her ass once when they went to a club. Not only was the asshole disrespectful but Lina was his girlfriend at the time and he was somewhat possessive. Could anyone blame him? He knew how the male mind worked especially when he was one of those dicks who used to do that kind of thing all the time because he had no respect for himself or anyone else, "Saved me from telling them to fuck off," he chuckled at her little sex noises and her apology right after. An apology from Angelina Davidson. A miracle in the making.
He remained silent for a few moments, completely lost in thought. He was never the type to get emotion while under the influence. The only time he did was when he overdosed. He'd been such an emotional train wreck, he'd actually cried to Mason about everything that was so tragically fucked up about both their lives. Not just his own. Both of their lives like he was living vicariously through Mason or something. He refused to shed a single tear at his mother's funeral but he let it all out shortly before he blacked out and didn't wake up until they were pumping his stomach out in the hospital, "We were pretty fuckin' awesome back then, huh?" he chuckled as if their past relationship was just a funny distant memory but it was obviously bittersweet to him simply because he wasn't looking her straight in the eyes-or even at her face. Instead he was looking past her as if looking at her might do something absolutely horrible to his pride-more than it already had.
He wasn't trying to bring up the past but when you are stuck in a room where closure never happened for at least half the party, the past was bound to pop in at any given moment.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 11, 2010 16:27:18 GMT -5
When he said it, her heart dropped. She hadnt been called that since, well since the last time they were together. Before the note, before she fucked everything up. It was something she loved, but something she grew to hate. Lina had wrote that on her nicknames sheet at rehab out of habit and when the therapist said "Linda Lina?" she nearly pounced on the woman. That was the first time she had gotten drugs used against her. Being sedated wasnt something fun.
It made your body go numb and you laid there, helpless until you slipped into darkness. Lina looked at him and simply smiled. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile. She had to admit, she loved it when he called her that. It made her feel good, made her feel as if he wasnt all mad at her, maybe, just maybe he still felt something for her. When she finished popping the pills and he snatched the bag she raised her eyebrow. She smirked, he was still the same old worried, caring Pilot. That was something she loved about him. No matter how fucked up her life got, or how many pills she took, Pilot knew when to stop her.
In a way, she had wished he went to rehab with her. As she sat there on the floor after persuading the females to leave she looked at him, his gaze was distant, a gaze she was familiar with by now. He was looking past her, as if to avoid her. She suddenly felt a feeling of guilt and looked down. She actually felt more ashamed of herself. When he spoke again of being awesome 'back then' she felt her heart, hopes, and somewhat high dreams fade quickly. Now she had her closure.
The past was the past, that statement made it final for her. it was all thanks to me though she said trying to ease the conversation up. She wanted to do anything that she could to avoid the conversations of the past. However she knew as much as she tried it wouldnt be avoided. Looking up at him out of the corner of her eyes she followed his form with her hazel eyes. God, she hated this. She just wanted to out herself right there. I got pregnant. Aborted it. Felt so guilty I ran from you. she thought to herself, NO slapping herself she looked back down in her lap.
This was when things were going to get awkward, with her and him in the same room, and Pilot practically blocking her in she had a feeling one way or another she was going to spill some sort of info about why she left. do you sometimes wonder what it would be like now, if the past...never happened? Lina couldnt help but wonder. That question ran through her mind all the time. What if she never left, what if she never broke up with him. Would they be together, single, happy, or as fucked up as they are now.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 11, 2010 23:53:21 GMT -5
If she never left things would more than likely have been as 'perfect' as it was until one of them crashed and he didn't even think twice about his answer, simply blurting out what was on his mind, "We would have been fine if you never left...until one of us crashed and brought the other one down to burn with them," he slightly looked at her but then was looking away again, "and if you mean before we ever got together, I'd still be a womanizing prick and you'd still be a drugged up bitch," he chuckled as if this were a simple fact of life and in a way, they'd be just as messed up as they were now only without the sexual tension. She'd still be Mason's off-limits little sister and he'd still be Mason's spoiled best friend.
He grew quiet for a few minutes, looking at everything in the room, which wasn't all that big, before his dulled blue hues finally landed on her. He bit his lower lip, for once looking hesitant instead of his usual self assured self, and then he finally asked, "Why'd you leave?" he sounded more like a wounded puppy than Mr. Cocky, "You weren't suppose to...Everything got fucked up when you left," he wasn't going to go into details. If Mason hadn't already told her about him dropping out of Columbia, his mother dying, and his crazy media-covered overdose, then Pilot sure as hell wasn't going to tell her. Unlike Angelina, he didn't like playing the victim. He would much prefer getting the blame for anything than actually blaming someone else which was odd but true nonetheless.
The red head remained silent, afraid that if he spoke any more, he'd say something he regret but he just couldn't keep a lid on it. He knew it was the drugs working their magic in his system because his hands were slightly trembling. He simply crossed his arms over his broad chest to hide it because this was normal by now, the tremors. They didn't happen before because he never mixed prescription pills. He stuck to the hard stuff; coke, skag, a wonderful mixture of the two. Things that wouldn't entirely bother him so much in the lime light of the media that adored him and his crazy antics and new female every other week. "If I had something to do with it, I'd rather you tell me so I don't repeat the same mistake twice with someone else I give two shits about because you seem to hate me enough to run off when I thought everything was perfectly fine," he was bitter about it. How couldn't he be?
He was always nice and friendly when he was high but this was a different high. This was the high that would knock him on his ass and keep him in a dream land until fog rolled into his eyes and a deathly pale look would roll onto his features. It was the type of high that could scare anyone into thinking he was probably fighting an epic battle between life and death in his mind and more than likely death was winning. It was the type of high where waking up from it was the worst part. So he sat there waiting for her answer because if she didn't, he would have to leave and make it back to his apartment that over looked Central Park before that fog rolled in because once it did, there was no going back and no way he was going to wake up until what? Tomorrow evening.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 12, 2010 0:21:25 GMT -5
As he spoke of the two scenarios and how things would be perfect, or they would both be fucked up she felt her cheeks tighten and her face grew paler. Suddenly the images from the abortion came flooding back. The last image before she was drugged, looking up at the men in the suits and then screaming in pain. She thought of the unborn fetus they murdered that was insider her. All these feelings made her dizzy and feel horrific.
Leaning over towards the toilet she pushed the lid up and lost it, all of it. Feeling the tears stream back from her face she leaned her arm on the toilet seat propping her face up. Wiping it with a paper towel she flushed the toilet. Letting out another body shaking cough she looked up at Pilot, through tear filled eyes. When he asked her why she left, blantanly and without hesitation she knew it was a genuine question.
She had hurt him, bad. She knew that, but with every inch of her body she couldnt tell him. It just wasnt in her to tell him. It wasnt the fact that she was worried he'd call her a whore or something ike that, she was worried about how he would feel about the abortion. She let out a sigh and wiped her eyes looking down in her lap, almost ashamed to look at him in the face. That was something that Lina had trouble doing, looking people in the face.
She felt that by looking at them they would look back into her soul, tear her apart piece by piece, judge her, and rip her to shreds. Lina let herself think for a moment. Then it hit her. REmember all the things Mason told her, Pilot's mother, the overdose, her. She suddenly felt horrible, not as if she was going to vomit, but as if her insides were falling apart. Maybe taking those pills was a bad idea, considering she had doped up before she even arrived at the party.
She felt her body shaking, violently and she couldnt control it. She had to tell him, at least part of the reason why she left. Maybe not that she aborted the baby, but that she was in fact pregnant. She felt her eyes grow warm with tears again and with her body shaking she looked up at him I got pregnant Pilot. Thats why I left. I was having your baby. With that her body began to shake and she felt everything spinning, leaning into the bowl again she threw up once more, letting the tears fall out more ferociously then normal. She was crying for two reasons, one she was throwing up and two, she was hurting the one she loved the most.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 12, 2010 0:44:37 GMT -5
The words didn't hit him fully when she said them because she was throwing up again and he quickly moved himself so he held her hair out of her face and rubbed her back to make her feel a tad bit better. But her crying was what made it really hit him-probably not as hard as it should have since he was still hyped up on whatever the hell it was he took, but enough where it felt like a smack to the face. She'd been pregnant. Why hadn't he even thought of that as a possibility? It never occurred to him that she could have left for such a reason. He figured she got fed up with him, found someone else, needed a change of scenery, simply didn't love him any more when all along it was because she was pregnant...with his kid...It was, essentially, his fault she left, his fault she was now crying and barfing over it, his fault his own personal life was in ruins. He should have just worn a fucking rubber.
Planting a kiss into her hair, he shut his eyes tightly for a moment before pulling the lids open, "I'm sorry," he said it quietly once she finished emptying her already empty tank, "I really am..." and it was exactly like Pilot to take the blame for everything. As much of a tough front as he put up the majority of the time, deep down he had issues and those issues lead to him somewhat wanting to constantly please others even at the expense of ruining himself, "Come on," he stood up a bit, taking her bridal style as he did making sure he wasn't going to topple over because his head was currently pounding. He'd put up with it. It wouldn't be the first time. He didn't know where she was living now, whether it was in the same place or somewhere else but she must have known he would have moved out of his old place once she left. Why would he want to stay in an apartment where the memories left there would only make him a bitter and angry man? He wanted a fresh start and a place overlooking Central Park was his best bet.
So he would take her to his apartment and make sure she was fine. He'd go sleep in a guest bedroom though at this point, it didn't seem like he would be getting much sleep, "Party's over," he mentioned softly as he managed to open the bathroom door and start down the hallway. His town car would be in the front with the driver, waiting patiently as he always did for Pilot ever since he was a child. Though the party was far from over, for her it was. She'd had enough and he wouldn't let anything else happen to Lina-not on his watch at least. Once she was out of sight, he couldn't do much else for her. She could take care of herself...for the most part, "Just relax and go to sleep," she had to trust him even if he did fuck up by getting her pregnant and not having the decency to at least ask her if that was why she left-just assuming the worse-that it would be her fault in the end...when it wasn't. It was his. He should have known better.
"I promise I won't tell Mason," he said quietly to her as he moved through the crowd toward the front door. He would let her tell Mason herself. He could keep his mouth shut when he wanted to and even if Mason got super pissed because he didn't just tell him right when he found out, he'd have to understand...It would be better hearing it from Angelina than Pilot himself.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 12, 2010 1:06:30 GMT -5
She could feel the movement coming from the force of Pilot picking her up but she couldn't fathom what was going on at the current moment. The room was spinning. She heard him speak soft words and she suddenly felt more comfort. As he led her down the hall she managed enough guts to stop crying and look at him, her voice raspy and felt a worried look appear on her face. I know that right now you hate me, and I hurt you, really bad, but please...dont leave me, not tonight at least
She managed to get that out without crying, which was shocking for her. In reality she wanted her second chance, she did in fact love Pilot, with all her heart. She knew that by leaving she fucked up, and she hadnt even told him the whole story. As he led her down the hall she used him to prop herself up. Stopping him in the hallway she used his shoulder to push herself straight up. Looking at him straight in the eye she spoke. Pilot, I am so sorry. I know this isnt the right time or place, but I just have to tell you how sorry I really am.
She felt her body start shaking again, she couldnt handle this. She had popped too many pills today and smoked too much weed. When the two finally got outside and in the car she felt him speak andalthough he told her to sleep she couldnt. She didnt want to close her eyes, she knew if she did she wouldnt wake up, not as in she would die, but she was going to pass out, and not wake up, or respond for hours on end.
As much as she blamed him for it, she did that out of denial. It was her own fault, she had fucked up. She rushed him into the sex, and she had to suffer the consequences but however, she didnt handle them well at all. Sitting in the car she felt herself falling and leaning against him. He was warm, comforting, although she knew they were both still somewhat high she didnt care, it was better then nothing.
When he spoke of not telling Mason she simply nodded. Mason would do either two things, one get so pissed, do alot of drugs and say hurtful things or he would go after Pilot, but she knew he was going to end up telling he she is pathetic and a fucking excuse for a female, hurting Pilot like she did. And in reality, she did feel like that. She didnt even want to exist right now. She felt a warm tear fall down her cheek, again.
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 12, 2010 1:27:57 GMT -5
"I'm not going anywhere," he reassured her as he made sure to hold her steady, "and I never hated you," he really didn't. Sure he was made at her and he disliked her greatly for a while but it wasn't her as a person that he disliked. It wasn't even her actions. It was the idea, the significance of that blasted L word that drove him insane. He'd convinced himself it wasn't in the stars for him. Fate just didn't like him enough to do such a thing as to be nice enough to let him just love someone and let them love him back just as much.
Once in the back seat of the car, his muscles remained tense even as the door was shut behind him by his driver, "Home," he told his loyal driver with ease though his body language spoke other wise. He wasn't going to rush into anything with Angelina because obviously, there was no closure...but he needed it. Yes, she got pregnant and he would have to think that entire ordeal over while she slept or knocked out was more like it. He'd end up doing that whole habit of his of just sitting in a corner by a window and starring out at it blankly but actually in deep concentration. He wouldn't look away from that window unless his life depended on it and though he usually did that for work, it wouldn't be a surprise if he did that for everything else he had to think about. But he had to do it while sober so once he got home, after taking care of Linda Lina, he would do just that.
"It's alright," he said quietly, a bit exhausted physically and spent emotionally, "I wouldn't have told me either," that was a bit of a lie. He knew if Angelina had told him right when she found out, he probably would have been beyond the point of happy. If there was anything Pilot ever secretly wished for, it was a family of his own. He never really had one - no siblings, no real parents...his grandparents seemed more like business partners and he never really understood the idea of parents or their roles until he met Mason's and Angelina's. Before that, parents were just what he occasionally saw on television as annoying adults who couldn't handle their own children. It wasn't long before they were pulling up across the street from Central Park to a large and lavishing apartment building. He may have dropped out of college but he obviously took over the family business with the death of his mother. He knew exactly how to spend it too.
This time refusing to let her walk, he picked her up bridal style and headed inside, letting the doorman press the buttons on the elevator that opened right up to his two floor penthouse apartment that was spacious and had so many ceiling to floor windows that the view across the street to the famous park was breath taking. Obviously, it was a good purchase, "We'll talk about everything tomorrow while sobered up, just try to sleep it all off," he told her as he headed straight for his bedroom. After placing her on the large king sized canopy bed, he knew she'd fall asleep soon-she had to. Well, he was hoping she would because he needed to think...and he couldn't think with her around. So once she was asleep, he could lock himself up in his office down the hallway and think himself into a coma.
99 problems by hugo
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 12, 2010 1:49:16 GMT -5
Regardless of the fact that she told him, almost everything, she knew that things werent going to just go back to how they were. She would have to do alot of work. Work to convince him to trust her and work to get herself somewhat clean again. While practically dying in the backseat of his car she made a pattern out of the tires hitting the road. She felt herself slipping more and more into a sleep like, zombie state of sleep. She let her muscles relax and go numb and not any sooner did they arrive at his apartment.
Looking out the window with all her might she felt her eyes widen. This wasnt the familiar place that she expected. Admitted, it was a little sad when she saw that he had moved out and got rid of the past, but hey what did she expect. If he did to her what she did to him, she wouldve moved out right away too. Letting a soft sigh escape her body she felt a sick feeling as the car came to a stop and her body was moving.
However this time he was moving it for her. Picking her up she felt dizzy. Feeling herself being brought up the steps and into the house she knew that he needed time and that was something she had to give him, no matter how hard she wanted to be there with him, for him. When he set her down on the canopy bed she felt her body automatically curl up into the fetal position. She had no control over her motions as of right now. Curling up in the middle of the bed she looked at him, her eyes slowly shutting.
She knew that soon enough she was goiing to be gone. She was going to slip into the dark unconscious sleep that she knew all too well. Looking at him she spoke again, Please, promise me you wont leave. Im worried about you. She managed to get that out. She didnt care where he slept, with her, or even if he didnt sleep at all. She didnt want him leaving the apartment, He meant the world to her and loosing him, that was not an option right now. As she laid on the bed she mumbled one last thing to Pilot, Pilot, I love you. So much. and with that her eyes finally slipped shut. With that Lina slipped into the dark sleep she knew too well.
She knew that Mason and her parents were going to be wondering where she was, but at this point it was obviously too late to tell them. And besides, they told her one more outburst like this and she was either going to rehab or getting kicked out. Lina wouldve chosen getting kicked out over rehab any day, but with no where to go, she knew she was screwed when she went home, eventually.
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- DAWWWWWH! Skip to morning or....?
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 12, 2010 2:10:05 GMT -5
Was it bad that he couldn't bring himself to tell her he loved her anymore? He remained silent as he watched her fall asleep and once he was sure she was knocked out, he went over to his bathroom on the other side of the room, showered, changed, and was back in a button down collared shirt, tie, and slacks, loafers on his feet and his hair combed back. He wasn't going to leave the apartment but he still had to look presentable. Sleep was not an option at the moment.
It wasn't until the following afternoon that he noticed the time. Two o clock. Looking down at his expensive watch as he sat in the dinning room, the large table stretched out before him as he looked down at the tons of files before him, he noticed how bad his hands were trembling. Frowning, he reached over and took another swig of his coffee to keep him awake before he clattered away on his laptop finishing up some last minute work before closing it and turning to read through a file. His office made him feel claustrophobic around five in the morning. By six he was checking up on Lina for the uptenth time to make sure she was breathing and that the covers remained firmly around her so she wouldn't get cold and the thick curtains closed tightly so the sunlight wouldn't bother her. By seven in the morning he was here in the dinning room and the only time he left the room was to check up on Lina. The help brought him a fresh black coffee almost every other hour and already the dark circles began to line his eyes.
He had sat in his office, earlier, for a while thinking over what she'd said. Pregnant. She'd been pregnant...but there was no baby. He had yet to here her say she had a baby, that she was going to have a baby, that she gave away the baby, nothing. Just that she was pregnant. Did she give the baby to her parents to take care of it? Was it a boy? A girl? Did she have it or abort it? Had she been okay with whatever decision she made? Why hadn't she just told him in the first place? He was beyond the point of frustration at all the questions and little to no answers available to him so of course since he couldn't drowned himself in women at the moment or tons of alcohol, he drowned himself in work.
It wasn't long before the help was handing him a small container with a colorful variety of medications at his disposal. He popped a few, two red, one blue. Speed. It would keep him wired for the rest of the day and then that night he'd just sleep it all off and tomorrow he would be good as new. Running his fingers through his hair, he frowned at the work before him. It was all done minus this one file. He'd have to get it done and then later, if he felt like it, go to the office and go to that meeting he didn't really need to attend because that was what his secretaries were for and his representatives; to take care of all that crap for him so he wouldn't have to waste his time.
Around two thirty was when he heard Angelina and by two thirty two, he was gripping the table so hard his knuckles turned white with the pressure. He waited patiently for the room to stop spinning before focusing in on the documents before him, "Are you alright, Sir?" the man looked over at Pilot, who nodded and looked over at him, "Can you make sure she gets some breakfast? She'll need something in her system...please? If you will," he said it simply, though not harshly, and the butler seemed to hesitate, lingering on watching him before reluctantly going off into the kitchen to make sure Angelina would have whatever her heart desired. He had work to finish...then she had a lot of explaining to do.
99 problems by hugo
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