Madelynn Hadley
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on Feb 16, 2015 5:16:41 GMT
No one can unring this bell, Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance. Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
She'd long come to come to terms with the state she'd now found her body in. It would show itself in many different ways in different women, however in her it would present itself with none other than an unyielding depression. The unrelenting sort that incapacitates and numbs the soul. Madelynn had only felt this sort of pain on rare occasions, and considering this time it hadn't been provoked, she could only believe it to be one thing... she was pregnant. She was a lot of things, but she wasn't stupid. She knew what had happened to her. The only positive thing to come out of this situation? At least she knew whose kid it was.
As if she didn't have enough problems as it was. The woman was beside herself with grief, taking a turn for the worst. Her depression came in waves, but nothing so awful had crossed her path.. not for a long time. Numb is exactly what she'd become. Numb to pain, to affection, to the denial that she could ever go through the hell of a pregnancy again. The devastation she faced when dealing with another miscarriage, of delivering a half term fetus.. no, it was all just too much.
The woman had yet to tell her boyfriend out of her own denial. She didn't want a child, or the crap it brought with it. Yet it would prove to show itself regardless. The cravings, mood swings the sickness..as well as that ache inside of her that not even a knife could console..it was all very apparent as to what she'd gotten herself into on Valentines day. But more importantly.. she didn't want to hurt the man she cared so much for. He'd gone through enough pain through the first miscarriage.. he'd actually wanted the damned thing. What would happen if she lost it again? What if she screwed up if she like did everything else?
Days upon days she'd spent in the bathroom, huddled in the floor like some abandoned childrens toy, left to rot. Of course she wouldn't be, not with Andrew around. Yet it was hard to accept sympathy if she didn't, a) tell him what was bothering her in the first place, and b) didn't care enough about herself to accept help. Eventually one would have to budge.. Quite honestly she'd have probably ran out of blood before too much longer. Her arms had already grown numb, just like the rest of her. She might as well have been dead because she already felt like a zombie.
The scene would appear very much like the first time she'd gone through this, however at least this time she'd steeled herself to eating. The last thing she needed was for the child to die of malnutrition because of her attempting to feel something other than nothing. The sad thing? This behavior wasn't all that bizarre to her. To someone such as Andrew who knew her well, this might even appear normal. Yet never on the same scale. Not to this level. Before she could at least feel happiness, express it. Now she didn't know what to feel. Other than the fact that in nine short months she was going to be a mother.
Eventually common sense took over. She needed to tell Andrew .. because she couldn't have made it through without him. Well, it had better be him by her side, or else she probably would have gone off and found some stranger instead. Something told her Andrew would be deal with her. He could help.. right? The woman pried herself off of the comforting cool tile of the bathroom floor and rose to stiffly walk to the door. It was early morning, the sun probably hadn't even made it's way to the horizon yet. But.. she couldn't sleep. And soon, Andrew wouldn't be able to either. That seemed to be a common theme.
Her injured and exposed arm throbbed as she turned the doorknob and sent blood pumping through broken veins. But she'd welcome it.. she needed the adrenaline and endorphin's to complete this seemingly simple task. A long breath escaped her, heart pounding as she stepped out into the dark hallway and headed to the eerily still bedroom in which the man slept. Dark eyes swept the room, pupils adjusting to the blackness. Immediately she noticed the gleam of her faithful pitbulls' eye as he rose his head to watch her from within the safety of the warm bed. It was a lovely sight, seeing her two favorite boys in such a peaceful state. If only life were that simple. It could be, if she took the time to enjoy it. But it didn't seem like she ever got a break.
Her bare feet barely made a sound against the slick wooden floor as she shuffled to the bed and quietly sat on the mattress's surface. Light dimly illuminated the area around the piece of furniture as she flicked on a bed side lamp. It was only after hiding her forearm underneath the blanket when she easily leaned over and smoothly set a hand on the mans bicep. Hopefully he wouldn't be too upset that she decided to wake him at three in the morning, but hey, she wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind. Like.. ever. Fingers lightly trailed up to his shoulder, squeezing his well muscled arm lightly. "Andrew.. we have to talk."
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Andrew Gap Pierce
Fable
"The loneliness wants to follow me to bed"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Feb 21, 2015 15:46:30 GMT
Two AM, where do I begin? Crying off my face again and the silence and the loneliness wants to follow me to bed. I'm a ghost of a man that I want to be most. I'm the shadow of a man I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can the lonely take the place of you? I sing myself a quiet lullaby, let me go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again. Too afraid to go beside for the pain of one more loveless night. But the loneliness will Stay Andrew had tried to be careful. Tried not to let primal urges take over but they always do, didn't they? After all that's what he did best. The animal inside him was too strong for even himself to handle, but that only proves he can't control himself either. After all who could ever love a beast? No one. Well not the people who were normal. Who had common sense, enough to know that falling in love with a murderous creature will only bring pain. Being alone wasn't the easiest thing. Nobody could understand the pain of becoming something everybody hated in a snap. To have no family to run to, no friends, to sit alone in a dark room to cry your heart out. Being dragged down by the silence he loved so much was a hard thing when all he wanted was peace and quiet. But it seemed he danced in a lonely room, to bathe in what he loved most so it could mock him for what he could never have. Loved ones.
He had Madelynn and his two dogs, Princess and Thor but was that really enough? To have a damaged girl and a couple of canines? Now that was sad. To only be understood by equally broken people and pets. Humans... they were such unforgiving creatures. They had a dark side to every last one of them. And that was their problem with seeing another's skin before they see their heart. He was a good man on the inside but he was cursed. Cursed with this god forbidden body that he had been shoved into. It was one where he was feared by everyone around him. His anger was something precious, and not in the good way. He could hurt his loved ones in the heat of the moment in under a minute. Harboring rippling muscles and sharp claws, accompanied by an equally as dangerous beak that could tear flesh apart. He was vicious, vile even. A creature that could never be truly loved because there was that pitting feeling of fear of him. Such a large creature was so misunderstood and yet everyone knew him so well. Two sides to one person, that's what everybody had. His was much more drastic.
Which is why he tried to use his time carefully with Madelynn for one day he would snap. Whether it be today or tomorrow, he wouldn't know. But one day he will and it was impending by each day. But he couldn't find her and only felt her presence in a bathroom. He didn't know why exactly but if anybody hurt her oh they would have hell to pay. The man tried to get her out. He knocked on the door a couple of times, got his dogs to scratch at it but it seemed it wouldn't budge. And only finally did he give up when the sun went down. With a sigh he dragged himself to his bed and flopped onto it.
Princess had chosen to sleep by Riot, her fluffy and wavy body laying next to his quietly. Brown eyes were kept closed as soft breathing made her frame rise and fall rhythmically. Her tail curled around one of her hind legs, head resting on her long front legs. Meanwhile Thor was cuddled up again Andrew's chest, a small smile lifting his maw upwards. The pup was growing into a fine adolescent, strong muscles coaxed his body with a large muzzle that had quite the fangs. However his fur was uncontrollably curly, which kind of made him look like a black and white mop. But hey at least he was cute.
Andrew felt pressure coming from one side of the bed, then light streamed into his vision. With a grumble he threw the sheets over himself in an attempt to block it out but a feminine hand gripped his arm anyway. The cold touch trailed up his shoulders, making blue eyes slowly open. "Andrew.. we have to talk." Madelynn's voice reached his ears and a hand slowly pulled down the covers. Squinted eyes looked to her as he slowly sat up, pulling Thor onto his lap. "Mmm.. what is it, love?" He asked drowsily, a fist rubbing at an eye. It better be damn important for her to wake him up at three in the Morning but if it was Madelynn he wouldn't particularly mind. After all she gave him the time of day. tagged red <3 | notes Words: 850 template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Madelynn Hadley
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on Feb 22, 2015 5:05:58 GMT
I am desperate if nothing else, in a holding pattern to find myself. I talk in circles, I talk in circles, I watch for signals, For a clue. How to feel different. How to feel new. Like science fiction, bending truth. No one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance. Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
So she wasn't the best judge of character. It would only make sense for a woman of her type to remove herself from any dangerous situation, to avoid the humans in which had ultimately lead her to the state she had now found herself in. Broken, desperate, pregnant. Somehow she'd found herself in similar circumstance anyways. Although this situation wasn't all that surprising, she'd always gone for the 'jock' types. Those were always the unstable ones. The ones that would help escort her further down her happy little path of self destruction. But, she couldn't help what her damaged heart wanted. And her damaged heart seemed to want a monster.
Granted, in the flesh he wouldn't appear as so. Charming, well put together (understatement *cough*), especially polite. The perfect man, in a lot of ways. A man that she'd come very close to, and had fought like hell to keep. However most didn't have the pleasure of meeting his 'other side'. The beast inside of him that could literally eat her alive at any given time. In fact, he nearly had several times. She'd seen his dark side, it was only a stroke of luck that he'd ended up caring for her in the way that he did. Otherwise she could have very well been ripped to shreds. Perhaps it would have been easier that way. Life was a lot less confusing when there wasn't a life to be had. Now she had been forced to come to terms with the fact that she had fallen for another man who could very well snap at any moment and rip her throat out.
Could she ever fully trust him? He sure as hell deserved it. He'd only fought off every demon she'd had to face without question. Like a knight of shining armor of sorts, but maybe without all of the gushy romance behind it (because romance is overrated  ). This was a woman who had a strong dislike of putting faith in anyone but herself, for good reason. She would try her hardest to put her confidence in him, as hard as it was for her. But she found herself unquestioning of him, in most cases. Why?
Perhaps her lack of concern for her own life would explain it. Especially so now that she was pregnant. She just, to put it bluntly, didn't give a fuck what happened to her. She'd long decided to give 'herself' over to this man, theoretically speaking. She'd given up on trying to determine what was best for herself. Staying with a a beast who could literally murder her on a whim probably wasn't the best situation for her. But that would only play back into the fact that she had little common sense.. and that she was quite in love.
Monster or not, given up or not, she was still very fond of Andrew..including the demons that lurked behind those pretty eyes of his. The demons only made him who he was, different, dangerous, and all the while.. strangely alluring. His problems would have surely only added to her attraction to him, in her twisted mind. They were kindred spirits of sorts, complete opposites, however deeply disturbed in their own sort of way. They were both misunderstood. But it seemed they were both able to see the good in each other, behind all of the crap they tried to hide away. That, at least in her mind, was love. He was more than willing to see past all of her bullshit, that couldn't be said for, well, everyone in her life. For that she could only give him the benefit of the doubt. Her love was also be why she would be so willing to keep their child. For him. If that wouldn't prove her dedication then what would?
No matter the amount of crap the fetus would put her through she would be more than willing to provide Andrew with what he'd probably long forgotten he ever wanted - a baby. She'd already decided on it, sitting endlessly in the floor of that bathroom. He 'd long earned the right to a family. He was dedicated, protective, wonderful with Lilly's twins. Plus she wouldn't forget how he'd originally seemed interested her child. But, what was the alternative? Aborting? She'd already gone down that road once. Chances of being able to make that decision again, after what she'd been through were highly unlikely. But that wouldn't make the decision to tell him any easier.
It felt like an eternity had passed as she sat in her bed in wait for her boyfriend to awaken, the hand of her injured arm grasping and releasing the sheets which surrounded her repeatedly. After several long moments, which probably only lasted a few seconds, the woman drew a blanket around herself as if it were going to protect her from the anxiety. Truth was, there was no escape from it. Her pulse raced now as her eyes cast down on his sleeping form. Even through her pain she could find the strength to smile a bit at the peaceful sight. Somehow the sight of him sleeping, so far removed from the drama of the world, would always be adorable to her.
Her nausea towards the topic at hand would increase she eventually felt the man stir beneath her gentle hand. She bit her lip immediately, bracing herself in the event some sort of anger would rise from him. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, rubbing it lightly before retracting her arm to wrap around her blanket covered legs. Now her gaze would leap back to his facial features as he struggled to wake. Was there a time that he wasn't cute, or was it some sort of natural gift?
She offered the man a sheepish smile as his groggy voice reached her scrambled mind, resting a chin on her knee as she clung to her legs tight. Riot soon approached her in a wiggling fashion and a hand was laid on his side as he flopped out in front of her. Cuddling a dog was always helpful in situations like these, when her heart was about to explode and she felt the urge to jump out the window. Just the usual, with Madelynn. "I..uh.. sorry." She began, her soulful brown eyes flicking upwards at him.
And then a memory would hit her, however this one wouldn't fill her with regret or sorrow, rather, some sort of nostalgic feeling. Strangely. A small smile twitched at the corners of her lips, perhaps she'd just finally lost her mind, as she more or less held his gaze. "You got me pregnant, you little shit." Her words would come out shaky, wavering, unlike the first time she'd uttered (more or less) the same thing. Her pain was obvious to see, underneath her somewhat placid or even wistful expression, as her bloodshot eyes attempted to stay focused on him. "Again."
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Andrew Gap Pierce
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"The loneliness wants to follow me to bed"
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Feb 27, 2015 22:10:17 GMT
Two AM, where do I begin? Crying off my face again and the silence and the loneliness wants to follow me to bed. I'm a ghost of a man that I want to be most. I'm the shadow of a man I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can the lonely take the place of you? I sing myself a quiet lullaby, let me go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again. Too afraid to go beside for the pain of one more loveless night. But the loneliness will Stay Andrew hated a lot of things. He hated his brother, even though he had initially tried to make up with him he started to act like an ass more than the 'bigger man'. He hated interaction, especially with strangers or manipulative people. He hated cheaters, bright areas, liars, and annoying people. But there were some things he didn't hate. His sister, for one whom he had not seen in quite a long time. His dogs, Madelynn's dog, silence, peace, reading, and most of all he liked Madelynn. Love. Seemed like a foreign word to the past him. A person he never wanted to go back to, a life without Madelynn. He wasn't quite sure why he loved her so much but it seemed so. A broken woman and a monster, a couple only a fool could make. But it seemed they were so bad and yet so perfect. Bad habits, as they say.
But perhaps that was a good thing. They helped each other... mostly him but her love was enough to fuel him (as cheesy as that sounded). His protection was hard to gain and easy to lose. You'd have to be one hell of a person to allow him to risk his life for him. Madelynn proved to be a good person, considering he had a gash in his thigh. Seems that him and his brother had mirroring scars, huh? But it was easy fighting people. It came naturally even. Perhaps he's always had this side but only came out at his highest peak of anger and regret. Or maybe his massive muscles and size had to do with it, either or. Probably both but hey that wasn't a bad thing right? Unless of course you were the one he hated then well better move out of town!
An icy blue eye slowly flickered open to peer at the thin fingers gripping his shoulder before it slid to the bed sheets. Shaking his head slowly before sitting up, he glanced over to his beloved with a yawn. "I.. uh.. sorry." He offered a small, drowsy smile to the woman. "It's fine." He grunted softly before a large hand stroked the brownish gray puppy in his lap. "You got me pregnant, you little shit. Again." He froze in his place, frame tensing up firmly as eyes blew wide. She.. She was joking, right?! But the scars and wounds slowly developing behind broken defenses would say otherwise. A frown deepened onto his lips, eyebrows curving up. At first he didn't know what to say. Hell, he didn't know what to do about it. How does one take a piece of news like this?! A hand in his mind crawled through memories, reaching far back to where a familiar scenario happened like this... except he was a bigger ass and Madelynn was a little less scarred than now. Swallowing hard, a hand slowly reached forward to rub her arm. "I... I-I'm sorry, Madelynn. I-It was an accident...." He murmured guiltily as red and blue orbs fluttered downwards, fingers slipping from her limb. "W-We don't have to k-keep it... I-I know how you felt a-about it last time..." He quietly murmured, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. tagged red <3 | notes Words: 645 template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Madelynn Hadley
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Post by Madelynn Hadley on Feb 28, 2015 2:07:21 GMT
No one can unring this bell, Unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new... God knows, I am dissonance. Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. I’ll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me. I know the further I go, The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed. And somehow I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.
In all honesty it was extremely trusting for her to even consider keeping the child. For all she knew he could abandon her in several months, leaving her to care for a child she never really wanted to begin with. Hell, he could abandon her any time he liked, but he hadn't. Somehow he stuck around, even if she was batshit crazy. That sort of dedication couldn't be found very often, especially in her life. It might have been against her better judgement, but she at least believed him to be a decent enough man to care for a child should she provide him one. He'd stick around.. right?
After all, the only reason she'd keep it was for him. She'd failed him the opportunity to be a father once, probably out of her own stupid fault, even if they hadn't been a couple back then.. perhaps if that child had survived it would have sped their relationship up, or maybe just made them hate each other.. the world would never know. Even so the idea that he could possibly walk out on her any day he pleased was a terrifying thought. It was probably only one she would consider, but everybody's fears were valid in someway, right?. With those thoughts, however, it would only make her trust all that more apparent.. even if it was a shaky.
She was petrified to see his reaction. Would he be accepting, or excited? Perhaps he'd be the devastated type, much like her, but worried that they'd lose this one too? Maybe he'd just get up and leave then? The amount of scenario's that piled up in her mind were nauseating, if that was even possible considering she already wanted to vomit everywhere. She clung to herself tightly, finding her lips pursed tightly as she attempted to keep her mind positive. Andrew's the one that wanted the damn kid in the first place.
Her sad eyes watched his form stiffen, her own heartbeat increasing. Naturally her gaze would travel to his face next, searching from some sort of sign that he was okay, but she only found that his face had fallen. Why? She wasn't sure. Guilt perhaps? Her own frown formed now, hugging her legs tight against her frame. It wasn't like he'd meant to get her pregnant. Apparently he just had some fuckin' talent. But that wouldn't be all that surprising cause psh he's gorgeous
. Her nausea increased now, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and grunt softly. Why was she going through with this again?
She was jolted out of her state as his familiar hand was set on her, her eyes flashing open and she sent him an uneasy smile of gratitude. The woman released a soft sigh in response to his touch, leaning over to give the top of his hand a kiss before uncurling herself and shaking her head. "D-don't apologize." The brunette insisted. Although she felt like literal shit she found a small smirk rising as she reached over to shove him. "I know it was an accident, stupid." She teased lightly, her eyes lighting with some sort of amusement. "I was there remember?" Her eyes fell to the bed momentarily, memories leaping through her mind and causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. What had they been talking about again?
Blinking slowly, the woman quickly found herself recalling the unfortunate situation she'd found herself in and that Andrew had begun to speak again. Her frown returned, especially so after his hand left her, and she lifted her head to watch his face. Now, seeing his sad but adorable little face, she moved to sit next to him and lean her back against the bed frame. The simple truth was, she didn't want to keep it. But then, watching his face, she knew that she would. She leaned against him now fixed him with a solemn face. "I will..for you." She replied quietly. "I-if you want it of course.. I.. just want you to have what you want." Now the woman glanced to the bed again and absentmindedly rubbed her wrist again, which had begun to (understandably) throb. "But.. w-what if I just end up killing this one too?"
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). This was a woman who had a strong dislike of putting faith in anyone but herself, for good reason. She would try her hardest to put her confidence in him, as hard as it was for her. But she found herself unquestioning of him, in most cases. Why?