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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 27, 2010 20:09:02 GMT -5
Clink clink clink
And the loud chatter and laughter of the people around him. He sat at the end of the lavishing dinning room table, each hand holding a form and a knife while cutting the large piece of steak before him that he barely touched even though it was well into half an hour of the dinner being served. The color was back in his skin, his hair didn't look dull but instead shined, his eyes were bright and burning, his body strong and lean as if defying the rest of the world. They all sat around the table, laughing and joking, making toasts to his safe return from his stay in Europe. They all seemed to long forget he'd been sick, having left a little less than a month ago. He went to extremes to get better, ending up in Cambodia sometime three weeks ago to try a medication that was suppose to boost his white blood cell count though it had side effects like the one now which included fatigue and drowsiness, dizziness, headaches. It wasn't F.D.A approved but neither should half the other things on the market be.
He let a genuine smile fall on his face as he nodded, saying thank you constantly. A dinner party was nice, always a good setting for such occasions. But every now and again, his eyes would drift to the empty seat on the right of him...where Angelina was suppose to be. She must have known he came back two hours ago. He'd called his butler to tell Angelina he was coming home yesterday and to set up a dinner party for his colleagues who cared and a few close friends in his apartment for when he returned. He expected Angelina here...he was sure his butler wouldn't skip her-her of all people. He'd call her when he was practically on his death bed but not for a dinner party? His butler was a reasonable man. He would have invited her.
He was damn sure of it.
Taking a small bite out of the steak, he chewed it over, savoring the well done piece and looking over the tons of food spread out on the table. He wanted Angelina here for a private reason because he obviously wanted to talk to her...He found out something pretty damn important while he'd been in Europe and Asia and if he never left, he would have never found out halfway through the self expedition on finding himself and getting healthier. Sighing deeply, he stood, clinking his glass of wine to get everyone's attention. As everything grew quiet, he looked around the table and specifically at the woman on the other end with her long blond hair, large bright eyes, and porcelain skin. She looked at him with that seduction and sensuality she seemed to always have, her tiny hands neatly folded on the tiny bump that was her stomach. She was a girl who, when she approached him, he didn't think in a million year would approach a guy like him. He didn't remember her name, her age, or anything else-not even if she was great in bed or just boring. He just knew he met her before-how many times was beyond him.
Once the table was quiet, he looked around, again eyes falling on the empty seat and place set next to him before looking back out at everyone while standing, "I'd like to thank you all for coming to this get together of mine as a welcome back gift for myself," he chuckled and everyone seemed to thoroughly follow suite, enjoying themselves, "I'm a conceited bastard, aren't I?" he laughed with everyone else but continued, "But the really reason I got everyone together wasn't because I'm back and as healthy as a horse," because he wasn't. He got his white blood cells up just to keep the doctors from pulling chemo on him, "I invited everyone to meet someone who is about to become a major part of the Ferguson family tree."
He gave a motion to the blond at the end and she smiled, standing up proudly in her cream colored dress as if showing herself up, "Granted he's only five months old but I'd like you all to meet Dorothy...the mother of Pilot Jr," and as everyone started clapping and cheering, giving him congratulations and to Dorothy who smiled that megawatt smile of her's, he saw his Butler standing in the doorway with Angelina...And he suddenly felt like an asshole. He wanted her to be the first to know that one of his previous one night stands just landed him with probably some of the best news he'd had in a long time...that he was finally going to be a father. Maybe not with Angelina...but that was what he wanted to talk to her about. Dorothy claimed she was going to give him full custody because she wanted to continue her pesky modeling career...
He was just hoping Angelina wouldn't think it was something more. He'd only been gone a little over a month anyhow-she was five months pregnant. That was enough of a sign that he obviously hadn't left her...hopefully.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 27, 2010 22:01:06 GMT -5
It had been rough. The past month, was the worst month she ever endeavored upon. For the first few weeks, she barely left her room, forcing her brother to pull her out, practically by her hair. As she sat at the family table in the dining room she looked up. Her mother was speaking. She looked around the room and rested her hand upon the table. She traced the red velvet outline with her frail, thin fingers. She looked around the room again, her eyes resting upon the large china chest sitting against the wall.
She always had nightmares as a child, that one day the chest would fall upon her. That was until she stopped sitting in that seat. Things had gotten awkward between her mother and Lina. Lina barely spoke to her, she barely spoke to any one in her family, including her sister, who was practically her best friend. As she looked at her mother, in all her grace she noticed her father and mother exchanging looks. They genuinly loved each other, and that made Lina sick, sick to her stomach.
As the chatter grew faint and she felt the sound of everyone chewing she felt the room cclosing in. She pushed the chair back "Jesus Christ!" she let out a groan and walked out, leaving her family in shock. She ascended up the steps then soon back down. Covering her her small black dress covered body she had on her tan jacket she had recieved for christmas. Walking out the door she stepped into the car.
She started the engine and sighed sitting back. It was the first time in a few months that she had been to the Ferguson household, and now that Pilot was back, she was more then excited, but nervous. For some odd reason she felt as if something would be different, changed, as if he was going to forget her. Stopping in front of the apartment she got out of her car and threw the keys at the valet parker.
Stepping into the elevator she was greeted at the steps by Pilots butler, her and the man had their outs and ins but she hugged him, silently, as he greeted her. She let out a sigh as she walked in and started unbuttoning her jacket. She froze when she heard him mention the next in the Ferguson family tree. Feeling her face go pale and her stomach drop, she began to walk, quickly, to the door. The butler knew that she was upset and called for her 'Miss Davidson, please!' he grabbed her arm as she was standing in the doorway.
In front of her was a pregnant blonde, with beautiful looks, and long hair. Reaching up and running her hand on her flat hair she felt her stomach twist and turn, in pain. She felt hatred burning in her heart and in her eyes. She wasnt going to cry, she had gotten stronger since Pilot left. But as soon as she noticed that Pilot was happy, happier then she had ever seen him, she felt guilt stricken her.
Being confused, scared, hurt, and angry she simply reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny wrapped box she was going to give to Pilot. Inside was a small picture inside a locket. She knew that it was going to be somewhat stupid, but she wanted something for him to cherish. On the other side of the locket was an ultra sound, of their now deceased aborted baby. She extended her arm deciding wether to throw it across the room or just drop it.
Deciding to be a bitch, and in fact make a scene, she threw the box down. "Congratulations daddy" she said narrowing her eyes. She turned sharply and headed towards the door. She wanted to leave, and she wanted to leave NOW. Feeling her body shaking she reached into her pocket pulling out a small white stick. She stuck it in her lips and lit it letting the smoke go through her body she let out a sigh of enjoyment, but insie of that sigh there was pain.
She was hurt, and there was no way she was going to stay sober tonight.
PILOT
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Post by PILOT URI FERGUSON on Dec 27, 2010 22:51:00 GMT -5
He felt like an ass. Of course he did. It wasn't like he planned on telling her this way but the dinner had started about two hours ago and she didn't show up. After two hours, he sort of gave up hope on her showing her face until now. Of course she had to walk in when he was announcing the good news. It would have been better if it was her having the baby...but it was Dorothy. What else could he do? He wasn't careful, probably as high as a kite, and he knocked her up. She didn't tell him until five months later when she managed to contact him while he was in Cambodia. How she found him when not even his butler could find him was beyond his imagination. He had been trying to get away when all she did was follow with a gigantic pregnant stomach in tow.
As she threw the box, he grabbed it, immediately exiting the room as his butler assessed the situation and apologized for the interruption and that Pilot would be back shortly. Grabbing Angelina's arm, he forced her to look at him, slipping the box into his pocket. He would look at it later. Right now, he had to deal with the situation at hand-an upset and pissed off Angelina, "Hey! Listen to me," the commanding tone of his voice obviously proved he wasn't joking, "She's five months pregnant. You know what that means? I knocked her up before you even got back," he stated this simply and a bit bitterly, "I didn't find out until two weeks ago when I was in Cambodia for Christ's sake," he looked her straight in the eyes, refusing to let go of her until she heard everything and shut up in order to understand where he was coming from, "She only came to find me to give me full custody once she has the kid and shove off. She's nothing but a mistake. I already did a paternity test and he's my kid...I refuse to just leave him," she had to understand...He had parental issues especially since his father bugged off shortly after his birth.
He didn't want his son to grow up with a superficial mother or no real parents at all, "I messed up, okay? How was I supposed to know one of the chicks I screwed to get over you would show up on my doorstep wanting to hand over a kid to me, Lina? I was going to tell you when I got here two hours ago but you never showed up. I promised I'd come back for you but if you can't accept my kid before he's even born you can go fuck yourself," he wasn't joking. The look in his eyes meant all business. He wanted this kid more than anything and already he was damn possessive of it, "I love you...but he's half of me. He's my blood. You reject my family and I have to reject you," Angelina never once had a problem with anyone in Pilot's family. She seemed to get along with them just fine-even his strict as all damned hell grandparents. This was his kid they were talking about, not some chew toy. Letting go of her arm, he sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair to calm himself down, "Look...I love you, okay? I made a promise and I'm keeping it. I came back to you and no one else. I got better for you. I'm clean, sober," he let out an exasperated sigh and took the cigarette out from between her lips and put it out on the ground with his foot, "and I'm trying to stay as healthy as possible so that someday instead of a random chick having my kid, it's you," he didn't know how else to better explain himself.
Other than the brutal truth. If she rejected his kid, he'd have to reject her without hesitation as much as it pained him and as much as he loved her. Her rejecting his kid was like rejecting him. They were both in the same booth, same category.
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Post by ANGELINA MAE DAVIDSON on Dec 27, 2010 23:34:48 GMT -5
When she heard the hushed questions about the dining room she felt her stomach twist. She heard a few 'who the fuck does she think she is?' and the ever so famous 'wow, she has really fucked herself up since the abortion'. Lina felt her knuckles tighten. But it was too late, Pilot was grabbing her and spun her around. She didnt look at him at first, a bit ashamed actually, but when he spoke and told her to look at him, she did.
She listened, and tried to cut in a few times, but was not given the chance. As Pilot spoke she felt her face grow from anger to hurt. She couldnt believe what she had just done. Making a complete fool of herself, she hugged herself, when he let her go. She looked down and spoke. "I...." she let out a sigh. Not even sure of what to say. She did not want him to think, for one second that she didnt want him to keep the baby. She would love it, as if it were her own. But deep down she would know it wasnt.
She would be jealous, jealous at the fact the blonde has the first baby, not her. She looked at him and felt herself wrapping her arms around him, "I love you, more then anything in the world. And I want this" she said. She peeked in the room at the blonde. "Five months huh?" Guess we still have time to buy a few things then" she said pushing a stray strand of hair back on his head. She looked at him, more serious now "Pilot. I do, I do love you more then anything. I want to help you raise him. But you have to know why I am upset. Its not because of some stupid blonde bimbo. Its because she is having the baby, not me. I couldve, but I didnt, I...killed mine" she said turning her head away again.
It was times like these she wish she never had the abortion. But she looked up, hearing a chuckle. She peeked in the room and the blonde was looking at her, she had just gotten done saying something. 'Would you like to repeat that?" she said calmly. The blonde repeated "Too bad you killed the only thing that held you two together". Angelina felt her stomach curling, fists balled, she wanted to jump across the room and practically strangle the girl, but she didnt. Instead she called Pilot in and sat down in the empty seat. 'Lets continue Dinner, shall we." she said simply looking down at the table.
God, this was awkward.
PILOT
SORRY FOR A BIT OF POWERPLAYING :/
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