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Post by impala on Sept 23, 2010 2:59:22 GMT -5
Name of Thread: So I Keep Bending Till I break
Characters Involved in Thread:Bailey and Cole
IC Month Thread Occured: June
Brief Description of Thread: Bailey and Cole's night together turns sour in the morning when insecurities come to light
She stirred against him, his warmth making her sigh with content. She couldn't think of being with anyone else, she couldn't fathom being anywhere other than in his arms.
Bailey finally felt some hope, a ray of sunlight in a night of complete darkness and he was perfect. His hands fit perfectly on her indents, his eyes absorbed her and enthralled her, he'd fit inside of her seemingly as if he were another half of a whole. She touched his face gently, not wanting to wake him and kissed his lips ever so slightly so that their skin barely touched. He smelled of her, the perfume she'd been wearing now stained on his skin from where their bodies had come together so many times.
She unfolded herself from the tangled sheets and pulled herself into sitting position, padding towards the shower.
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Post by cole on Sept 23, 2010 12:34:27 GMT -5
Cole had been awake for about an hour already, it was easier pretending to be asleep when he felt Bailey stirring. He watched her walk towards the shower but his mind was a million places. He wasn't sure how he felt towards Bailey, last night it had felt so strong but there was this nagging feeling in the back of his mind.
He tried to push it away but he couldn't. As much as he wanted to follow her into the shower he didn't think that would help him gain any clarity in his thinking. He lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He could smell her, in the pillow she slept on, the sheets, he could even smell her on himself. "Screw it", he pulled himself from the sheets and walked into the bathroom.
"Room for one more?", he asked stepping in behind her.
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Post by impala on Sept 23, 2010 22:07:55 GMT -5
She let the warm water spray down on her, almost regretful that she had to wash the previous night off her, it had all been so perfect and for a moment her usual nagging thoughts came screaming back. She shook her head, sending a spray of water everywhere, Cole wasn't like that, he'd proven that to her hadn't he?
She'd explained to him her reservations, he knew how she felt when it came to sleeping with someone, and he wasn't that type of guy. She grabbed the soap and wrestled with it until it came out of the packet - stupid motel soaps!
Behind the noise from the shower she heard his voice, smiling she nodded yes even though he was already pulling back the curtain and getting inside. Bailey turned around to greet him, placing both hands on his broad, firm chest and snuggling in close kissed the jut of his collarbone.
"Hey there." She murmured, bringing her hands up and snaking them around his neck, pulling him to her ever closer. She could feel his scar pressing against her naked flesh and she kissed it gently then turned around and began to lather her hair with shampoo - her hair still smelt faintly of smoke from the bar and she hated it, although she didn't know if crappy complimentary motel shampoo was a better alternative. She closed her eyes and buried her face under the spray, allowing a moment of peace to engulf her and she rinsed the mixutre out of her hair.
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Post by cole on Sept 23, 2010 23:50:34 GMT -5
Cole gently held her hips as she put her arms around his neck. He wanted to lean forward and kiss her but something held him back. It was like a small voice in the back of his head was wondering what time she'd be leaving so he could get on with his day. He stopped and stared just past her at the wall as he tried to figure out what part of him said that.
He washed himself and stepped out without saying a word to Bailey. He needed some space and some time to think. Everything felt like it suddenly wasn't making sense anymore. He thought he had feelings for Bailey last night but now it felt like another other one night fling with any other crow eater.
He had his pants and boots on and was just about to grab his shirt and cut when he thought he heard the shower stop. He didn't know what he was gonna say to her if she asked why he was acting weird. In all honesty he had no idea what the answer to that was anyway.
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Post by impala on Sept 24, 2010 0:07:15 GMT -5
She felt his presence leave her, his body heat pulling away and she knew something was up. Her heart sank, her stomach dropped and her mouth suddenly went dry. She gritted her teeth and grinned ruefully.
I fucking knew it.
She took her time in the shower, pulling conditioner through her tangled mane, she was trying to work out what she would say or if she should say anything at all - was it all in head or had he genuinely pulled away from her?
When she finally couldn't postpone it anymore, she turned off the water and began to towel herself off, realising that there was a certain amount of pent up rage just about ready to be brought forth. Coming out of the bathroom, she quietly grabbed a dress and some panties and went back into the bathroom - suddenly getting changed in front of him seemed wrong. She threw them on quickly and came back out.
Bailey had always been pretty good at reading people and when she saw him, sitting on the table, his eyes looking but not really there she knew it was all over. He was shirtless and it made her heart hurt, just hours ago that body had been cemented against hers and she'd thought he'd always be with her.
She ran a hand through her thick, wet hair and laughed in disbelieve. "Oh my god," she near chuckled as if hearing a bad joke, "I fucking knew it!"
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Post by cole on Sept 24, 2010 0:15:09 GMT -5
His shirt lay forgotten on the table as he sat trying to get his head straight. Nothing was making sense anymore and he didn't understand why. He saw Bailey coming out wrapped in a towel but before he could say anything she was grabbing some clothes and disappearing again.
It was never a good sign when the girl suddenly wouldn't get dressed in front of you after the night before. He was about to pull his phone out and check his messages when she came out and shouted at him. He was about to ask if her shower had gone bad or some other stupid remark but he knew it wasn't the time or place.
What got to her?
He jumped up and stepped closer, not knowing what was up with her. He was going to put his arms around her but that suddenly seemed like a bad idea so he just held his arms up hoping she would come to him and he was reading the situation wrong.
"What the hell? What do you mean you fucking knew it?", he didn't know why but all of a sudden he was getting angry that she'd come out and explode at him for no apparent reason.
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Post by impala on Sept 24, 2010 0:31:24 GMT -5
He held his arms out to her, as if she was some child that needed to be soothed because they were making a scene. The mere action made her almost lose it right in front of him, she thought she was guna punch him or at least throw something directly at him.
"The way you're looking at me," she pressed, "I might as well be a fucking crow eater!" She bent down and began to stuff any loose garments back inside her bag. "I told you," she said angrily still packing "I told you I couldn't be that girl for you, I didn't wana be some quick screw, but I can see that's the exact category I've been placed in!"
She reared upwards, throwing her bag over her back and shoulder barging past him so that she could get her keys on the table. "You're all the same." She said, this time more quiet, more dejected. She was more angry than she'd ever been, but it was mostly at herself. She should've known better and not get caught up in her stupid romantic notions but he had been so sweet before, so geniune and now he was just another biker and she hated him for it.
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Post by cole on Sept 24, 2010 0:38:57 GMT -5
He dropped his arms as it was obvious she wasn't interested. He watched her began to gather her clothes and throw them into her bag.
"What are you doing? You're being a fucking lunatic", he went to put his arm out to stop her but she pushed past him anyway.
"What the fuck are you talking about? What way that I'm looking at you? I'm not allowed to look at you now or something?", he moved past her and locked the door. She wasn't going to accuse him of something and walk out like that.
"When did I say you were a quick screw?", he stepped up to her and pulled her bag from her hand and threw it to the floor.
"I didn't place you in any category first of all. If you think you're in one it's because you put yourself there. Don't you dare fucking accuse me of something I never did", he should've known she was going to be some stuck up little priss. It's what his gut told him before and he should've listened to it.
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Post by impala on Sept 24, 2010 0:50:53 GMT -5
When he grabbed her bag and threw it back on the ground she flew at him, pushing him as hard as she could.
"Fuck you, you fucking coward, you can't even say it to my face," she pushed him again. "Say it!" she shrieked, "say it to me, don't you dare try and deny what you're thinking!"
She pushed him further, so unimaginably heart broken that her chest literally hurt. "Don't make me out to be the crazy bitch in this situation, all I wanted to do was be with you, nothing more, nothing less." She said the last part in an almost whisper, ashamed now that she felt more for him than he ever did for her.
She made for the door, bending down and scooping up her bag again. If he tried to stop her she knew she'd simply lose it, her fists were already balled and she had to relenquish her anger somehow as childish as that seemed.
It was unreal that just hours ago everything had been perfect and know she was trying to hold back her tears, he was driving her insane with his denial when his feelings were showing all too clearly on his face - he felt nothing for her.
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Post by cole on Sept 24, 2010 1:02:53 GMT -5
He hadn't expected her to push him but when she did it a second time he got really pissed. If she had been a guy he'd have busted some teeth out.
"SAY WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO HEAR FROM ME?!", he was screaming now. His face was red from all the blood rushing through it. He almost never screamed and nothing good ever came out of it when he did.
It was when she pushed him a third time and tried to run past that did it. Grabbing her around the middle he tossed her straight on to the bed. Pulling her towards the edge he leaned in close enough that they'd crack their heads against each other if they so much as moved a centimeter.
"What the fuck do you want me to say? That we were going to be together forever and have a bunch of kids running around? GUESS WHAT PRINCESS? NOT FUCKING HAPPENING! Get it through your god damned head that not everything works like in the story books mommy used to read to you before bed. Did you think one night together and I'd be falling in love with you or something?", he stood up quickly and made his way to the table.
He picked up a chair and flung it at the TV. Broken glass and sparks burst out from the impact but if he didn't break something he was definitely going to lose it.
"God damn it! You fucking need to get your head back in the real world. Shit happens and you gotta deal with it sometimes", he pointed an accusatory finger at her. Accusing her of what? He didn't know. He wasn't even sure who he was really mad at. He was just more pissed off than he could ever remember being.
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Post by impala on Sept 24, 2010 1:18:30 GMT -5
She didn't even flinch when he threw the chair at the t.v, her rage was too palpable, she couldn't even think straight. Her eyes swam with stubborn tears that she refused to shed.
She know understood the idea of seeing red, because it was as if a veil of red mist had descended before her eyes and she was near incoherent with anger.
She didn't even realise that she was moving until her fist was sailing through the air and connecting with his face, drawing a satisfying amount of blood. "I GOD DAMN WARNED YOU HOW I FELT, I TOLD YOU HOW IT WAS WITH ME BUT YOU KEPT ON PERSISTING!" She screamed, readying herself for his attack.
"I don't want anything from you, I hope you fucking rot you piece of shit Prospect!"
She grabbed the chair that he had previously thrown and flung it in his general direction, hoping she could physically hurt him in the same way that he was emotionally tearing her apart inside.
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Post by cole on Sept 24, 2010 1:40:23 GMT -5
He'd only rubbed his eyes a second and looked up when her fist connected with the bridge of his nose. Three thoughts registered in his head, his nose wasn't broken, there was a quite a bit of blood spilling on to his bare chest and third was that she had a mean right hook. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of letting her know it surprised him in anyway.
He was going to say something when the chair he'd thrown came right back at him. One of the legs caught him in the rib and he felt a sharp pain where it hit.
Probably a floating rib, he thought to himself.
"Good because you weren't getting anything out of me you stuck up bitch. Let me help you with your bag", he grabbed her bag and threw open the door. He walked towards her car and pulled open the back door. He threw her bag in and slammed the door loud enough to set off a car alarm nearby.
The blood from his nose had stopped but he was still furious and there was no way he'd hit a woman. He brought his fist down on the roof of the car several times leaving a dent. He didn't register the pain in his knuckles at all. That wasn't enough so he brought his fist back and put it right through the driver side window. Broken glass coated in blood covered her front seat. Heading back towards the room he punched the hood of the car leaving a small dent there as well.
"All done, have a nice fucking life princess", he said walking past her to the bathroom so he could clean up.
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Post by impala on Sept 24, 2010 1:57:20 GMT -5
She watched him annhilating her car, screaming at him as he did so. Her words were getting lost in the sound of his bones hitting the hard metallic surface.
She shoved him in a small attempt to stop him but she knew it was futile. She hoped like hell it hurt, she hoped her car split his knuckles and bleed him dry.
When the tirade finally ended he brushed past her, his rage an almost substantial thing.
"I'll never forgive you for this Prospect and neither will my uncle, have a good life!" She roared back at him, wishing like hell that she didn't feel so distressed that this was how they would end things.
When she got behind the wheel and knowing that he was safely inside and couldn't see her, she let out a mournful sob and buried her face in her bloodied hands.
"God damnit!" She screamed hitting the steering wheel until her knuckles bleed and her blood stained the wheel. She breathed in deeply after the explosion and put her key in the ignition, taking off back to Charming, back to her family.
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Post by cole on Sept 24, 2010 2:09:15 GMT -5
He didn't acknowledge her shouting and flipped her off before disappearing inside the room. He sat staring at the mirror until he heard her car drive off. He put his fist through the bathroom door but this time it let him know how bad he was hurting.
He turned on the hot water in the sink and cleaned all the blood from his face and chest. Using a knife he pulled all the broken glass from the car window and the wood splinters from the bathroom door. Already a nice size bruise was appearing on his chest where she'd hit him with the chair.
He walked out and started gathering his things before some manager showed up. He pulled on a shirt and his cut and tossed his guns and everything else into his bag. He was about to walk out when something caught his eye. He reached under the table and grabbed the picture of Bailey he'd drawn. Instead of tearing it up, he folded it carefully and put it in the inner pocket of his cut.
He walked out to his bike half expecting it to be on fire or smashed to pieces but it was completely unharmed. Throwing on his glasses he was out of the lot and on his way to what would probably be his last day at the clubhouse.
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