Steven was troubled to hear about Emily, he didn't really expect to hear that about his little girl. He crossed his arms and sighed, his brow furrowed as Jane spoke, he couldn't believe it...She sounded just like him when he was that age, which was more certainly not a good thing. He started to say, "Jane, I don't know what to say, I mean I could-" Then he too noticed the commotion coming from the jumper and watched for a moment, trying to deiced if pushing the boy down was just an accident, those things happened, or if Emily had any ill intent. His eyes widened up and he started towards the thing quickly enough, though.
He honestly didn't think he'd ever be glad to have Richard around, until he had Emily off the boy who Steven honestly didn't recognize. The words that soon poured out of her mouth caused Steven to say, "Emily Ann, do not even go there." He looked towards the other little girl and sighed, looking a little guilty at that moment. This was just great. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head.
"You need to control that little demon and lay a hand down on her. She needs to learn some discipline and control, for Christs Sake. What kind of childrens party is this, choking out kids & attempted murder!"
Steven's eyes snapped to the man that had said that, Charlie's father, most likely. He glared at the man and yelled right back, "Hey! Don't you talk to her like that! It's not her fault, okay. And my baby girl is most certainly not a demon! If anything you need to teach your little bastard some manners!" He'd never really been one to watch his tongue around kids, but anyone that knew him would know that he was actually doing just that, despite what one may think...Really, it was no wonder where Emily got her colorful language from.
Emily wriggled from her grandmother's grasp quickly enough and was at her father's side, hugging his leg. Steven sighed, "Come here, I wanna talk to you." He shot Anya a dirty look that said, "A father-daughter talk, please." Before leading Emily a little bit away, kneeling down and said, "Em, that wasn't okay. People are always gonna say things, and I know you're having a hard time but you just gotta let it go. Please don't make the same mistakes as me, I don't want you to end up like me."
Emily sniffed, still a little worked up, "But Daddy, you didn't hear-"
"You think people don't say those things to my face? Because they do. Emily, I know it's hard to hear people talk about you dad, okay, I get it. And I know it's hard not having me around, I grew up without a dad, so I really do get it, but you just can't be a brat about it. It won't make me be around more and it defiantly won't make anything better." He reached out and brushed her hair out of her face, "I love you Em, and so does your mom. We don't mean for you to suffer from our stupid choices but it just happens when your dad's as much of a screw up as I am. But you just gotta make it through things and be nice to you mother. Okay?"
Emily nodded her head and looked down, obviously not liking where the conversation had headed. Steven smiled at her and gave her a hug, "Now," He started as he held his daughter at arm's length, "Go tell that boy you're sorry."
Emily's eyes widened, "But-"
"No, look, he already got his ass kicked by a girl, okay? It's a lesson learned. So, if he's still here, you're going to apologize."
She frowned and mumbled something about Steven being as bad as her grandmother before she went to find Charlie, who was on his way out and said, 'I'm sorry for pushing you down and choking you..." Steven, however, had no intention of apologizing for his words.
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Re: Shattered hearts and broken dreams. ((Closed)) ( )
by Jeffrey! on Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:52 pm
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Re: Shattered hearts and broken dreams. ((Closed)) ( )
by Aulelei on Sat Jul 30, 2011 12:41 am
[quote="Aulelei"]
Those who are faithless know the pleasures of love; it is the faithful who know love's tragedies.
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Janes buttoned lips quickly parted and her fists clenched almost immediatly when the hateful comment was thrown towards her, about her daughter. She was going to snap back with something witty, or kick the old mans ass her self since Richard seemed to not want part of anything. But, just like always, Steven was the first to lash back. Jane un clenched her fists and her shoulders relaxed with an ease of satisfaction. The man stood there with wide eyes, with nothing more to say. He held on to his sons shoulder and lifted his chin up the sky and gave a piercing look towards Anya, who made the comment that it was initially Steven's fault for showing up to the birthday party. Gay and all.
Steven had already pulled Emily to the side for a word, and Jane could only hope he could talk a little sense in to her. Help her understand that at times her behavior could get a little out of control. But Jane completely understood and could not find herself being terribly upset at her daughter. She was just doing what Jane had always done. Stick up for her dad. Stick up for Steven. She began to quickly recall each time she has had to fight tooth and nail with her mother, just to get her to see what Jane saw in him. It was because of that reminder, Jane couldn't find it in her to hold her actions against her. Sure, there could have been other ways to handle the situation. But she was young and naive. Jane was once that way..
Anya huffed as she looked over to Richard and clicked her tongue, "He thinks he can just waltz in here and play daddy." she hissed silently to Richard, and then as kinieving as she is, she smirked her wrinkled mouth and twisted the entire conversation, "Its obvious he still loves her. And of course he is absolutely jealous of how happy she is now. Just watch how he looks at her, Richard. Like a sick puppy." she whispered as she eyed Emily, who was walking back over to the young boy to apologize. It was obvious it was something she did not want to do, for her head was hung low and her feet were dragging behind her, as if it was killing time. Richard looked down to Anya, and did not say a word, but instead looked back up to Jane with a confused expression and then cut his eyes towards Steven, unoticeably. It was beginning to get under his skin; him just being present.
Jane placed her hands on her hips, unaware of the conversation Richard was having with her mother, and watched as Emily began to kick the heel of her shoe in to the soil as she mouthed her apology, and even after wards, offered her tongue and a wrinkled grimace to tease the boy secretly. Not quite well hidden, Jane held back her giggle and only smiled, then turning her attention to Charlie's father as she sighed and nodded her head, "I apologize. If you want to leave then-"
"Yes, we'll be doing just that. Come along Charlie." he sneered as she pushed Charlies shoulder and headed towards the back door that lead through the kitchen, but of course, grabbing his gift on his way out.
Emily shrugged and rolled her eyes, "I heard it was a My Pretty Pony, anyway. Who gives a-"
Jane reached down and cupped her daughters mouth lightly, her palm pressing against her mouth and pushing her lips together, "Enough Emily, lets open your presents and cut your cake."
Moving her hand, Emily jumped on her toes and the rest of the kids also jolted on the balls of their feet in excitement. Jane smile and looked up to Richard, who still had a peculiar expression on his face, and her mother looked more guilty than ever. She walked towards them and immediately felt the awkward tension, "Whatever it is, save it for later. I've had enough problems today."
She walked between the two as the trail of kids followed after, and coming close to Steven she offered a smile and a jerk of her head towards the large tables stacked with gifts and cake. "It's your favorite. Emily's favorite too." she reached out and grabbed a hold of his forearm to pull him towards the tables and brushed against him, "Thank you for coming, Steven.. Emily needed this.." she whispered, her eyes looking up to him as she held close to him. And with all honesty, her intentions were quite innocent. She meant absolutely nothing by it. But for Richard.. it meant something else. He pushed past Anya as his eyes followed Janes movements, and he quickly found himself gripping the frail womans arm tightly in his hand. She gasped and grunted from the sudden jerk as her hair flung, her head turning to face him and her body bending downwards as he pulled harder. He pulled her close to him and his lips were pressed against her ear as he spoke through clenched teeth, "In the house, now" he growled, letting her arm go with a rough shove as he looked up to Steven with narrowed eyes, "Why don't you just fetch your fairy ass little boy toy and get the fuck out of here." he grumbled, and Jane pushed him lightly on his chest, "Richard what the hell has gotten into you? Why are you acting like this!" she exclaimed, the attention of the children surprisingly not being torn away from the gifts, but Emily could be seen bouncing by the table and eyeing her mother and father, waiting for them to come so she could start opening her presents. Immediately, she sensed something wrong and her bouncing ceased. Instead, she stood there on top of the chair with worried eyes and only watched, waiting for them to turn and walk her way.
"Jane, shut up and get inside." he snapped as he looked back up to Steven, and then over his shoulder he saw Alex, approaching them with his phone in hand which he left to retrieve earlier. Looking back to Steven he frowned his eyebrows and once again, reached for Janes arm to hold her tightly, squeezing her limb tightly, "Don't show up here again. -And I mean that."
Those who are faithless know the pleasures of love; it is the faithful who know love's tragedies.
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Janes buttoned lips quickly parted and her fists clenched almost immediatly when the hateful comment was thrown towards her, about her daughter. She was going to snap back with something witty, or kick the old mans ass her self since Richard seemed to not want part of anything. But, just like always, Steven was the first to lash back. Jane un clenched her fists and her shoulders relaxed with an ease of satisfaction. The man stood there with wide eyes, with nothing more to say. He held on to his sons shoulder and lifted his chin up the sky and gave a piercing look towards Anya, who made the comment that it was initially Steven's fault for showing up to the birthday party. Gay and all.
Steven had already pulled Emily to the side for a word, and Jane could only hope he could talk a little sense in to her. Help her understand that at times her behavior could get a little out of control. But Jane completely understood and could not find herself being terribly upset at her daughter. She was just doing what Jane had always done. Stick up for her dad. Stick up for Steven. She began to quickly recall each time she has had to fight tooth and nail with her mother, just to get her to see what Jane saw in him. It was because of that reminder, Jane couldn't find it in her to hold her actions against her. Sure, there could have been other ways to handle the situation. But she was young and naive. Jane was once that way..
Anya huffed as she looked over to Richard and clicked her tongue, "He thinks he can just waltz in here and play daddy." she hissed silently to Richard, and then as kinieving as she is, she smirked her wrinkled mouth and twisted the entire conversation, "Its obvious he still loves her. And of course he is absolutely jealous of how happy she is now. Just watch how he looks at her, Richard. Like a sick puppy." she whispered as she eyed Emily, who was walking back over to the young boy to apologize. It was obvious it was something she did not want to do, for her head was hung low and her feet were dragging behind her, as if it was killing time. Richard looked down to Anya, and did not say a word, but instead looked back up to Jane with a confused expression and then cut his eyes towards Steven, unoticeably. It was beginning to get under his skin; him just being present.
Jane placed her hands on her hips, unaware of the conversation Richard was having with her mother, and watched as Emily began to kick the heel of her shoe in to the soil as she mouthed her apology, and even after wards, offered her tongue and a wrinkled grimace to tease the boy secretly. Not quite well hidden, Jane held back her giggle and only smiled, then turning her attention to Charlie's father as she sighed and nodded her head, "I apologize. If you want to leave then-"
"Yes, we'll be doing just that. Come along Charlie." he sneered as she pushed Charlies shoulder and headed towards the back door that lead through the kitchen, but of course, grabbing his gift on his way out.
Emily shrugged and rolled her eyes, "I heard it was a My Pretty Pony, anyway. Who gives a-"
Jane reached down and cupped her daughters mouth lightly, her palm pressing against her mouth and pushing her lips together, "Enough Emily, lets open your presents and cut your cake."
Moving her hand, Emily jumped on her toes and the rest of the kids also jolted on the balls of their feet in excitement. Jane smile and looked up to Richard, who still had a peculiar expression on his face, and her mother looked more guilty than ever. She walked towards them and immediately felt the awkward tension, "Whatever it is, save it for later. I've had enough problems today."
She walked between the two as the trail of kids followed after, and coming close to Steven she offered a smile and a jerk of her head towards the large tables stacked with gifts and cake. "It's your favorite. Emily's favorite too." she reached out and grabbed a hold of his forearm to pull him towards the tables and brushed against him, "Thank you for coming, Steven.. Emily needed this.." she whispered, her eyes looking up to him as she held close to him. And with all honesty, her intentions were quite innocent. She meant absolutely nothing by it. But for Richard.. it meant something else. He pushed past Anya as his eyes followed Janes movements, and he quickly found himself gripping the frail womans arm tightly in his hand. She gasped and grunted from the sudden jerk as her hair flung, her head turning to face him and her body bending downwards as he pulled harder. He pulled her close to him and his lips were pressed against her ear as he spoke through clenched teeth, "In the house, now" he growled, letting her arm go with a rough shove as he looked up to Steven with narrowed eyes, "Why don't you just fetch your fairy ass little boy toy and get the fuck out of here." he grumbled, and Jane pushed him lightly on his chest, "Richard what the hell has gotten into you? Why are you acting like this!" she exclaimed, the attention of the children surprisingly not being torn away from the gifts, but Emily could be seen bouncing by the table and eyeing her mother and father, waiting for them to come so she could start opening her presents. Immediately, she sensed something wrong and her bouncing ceased. Instead, she stood there on top of the chair with worried eyes and only watched, waiting for them to turn and walk her way.
"Jane, shut up and get inside." he snapped as he looked back up to Steven, and then over his shoulder he saw Alex, approaching them with his phone in hand which he left to retrieve earlier. Looking back to Steven he frowned his eyebrows and once again, reached for Janes arm to hold her tightly, squeezing her limb tightly, "Don't show up here again. -And I mean that."
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Aulelei - Member for 2 years
Re: Shattered hearts and broken dreams. ((Closed)) ( )
by Jeffrey! on Sat Jul 30, 2011 11:37 pm
Steven smiled at Jane and said, "You know I can't say no to cake." When she thanked him he just shook his head, "Jane, I...I needed this. I need to be around Emily, I don't wanna end up like-" Just then, Richard felt the need to...Interject. It was obvious just from looking at him that the way Richard was handling the situation mad Steven angry. He shook his head and reached over to push Richard away from Jane and said, "Listen to me for a second, okay? I'm going to tell you something: I was a terrible husband, I lied to Jane, I made fun of her cooking, I probably didn't give her as much attention as she would've wanting...I fucking cheated on her. But I never so much as laid a hand on her. I have to ask you something: if Jane being so near me bothers you, then why not take it out on me? Pick on someone your own size because I sure as hell am not going to let you pick on her. And it' snot just because it's her, trust me, I'd be sticking up for Anya right now if I saw you pushing her around."
And it was true, Steven had seen his own mother be pushed around by too many of her boyfriends while he was growing up to put up with this. "And, Richard, do you really want to keep me away from my only child? Because if she doesn't have a father figure who she respects then she's going to turn out exactly like me. I'm sure you've heard every bad thing about me Jane could think of, and to be honest I have many more bad traits than good." Alex walked up then, he looked confused as he shot a look to Steven, then Richard, and on to Jane.
Steven looked at Jane and said, "Richard, trust me, you don't want to screw up and lose Jane. It'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Once she's gone, you can't quite find another person like her." Alex looked a little troubled by those words, almost as if they hurt, but not quite enough for him to say anything, "And the only reason I haven't punched you by now is Emily. I'm trying to reenforce that we don't beat up people we don't like. However, if I ever hear that you're hurt Jane, or Emily, I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't care about consequences. And I'm not leaving until my baby girl's at least opened my present, if you don't mind." Then he chuckled bitterly, "Actually, I don't care if you mind. Because I get the feeling I won't be able to see her again for a while. And if you try and stand between me and what little family I've got left, I don't know. I'm not a particularly peaceful man, though. I'll tell you that."
Steven sighed and said, "Alex, we're leaving soon. We can get Emily to open our present first and then say you have some work thing to do and we have to go, okay?" He shot a look at Richard, almost as if he was daring the man to challenge him, and then he started to walk inside.
Alex smiled sheepishly and looked down at his feet before awkwardly walking inside, he didn't really know what all of that was about, but he had a good idea. He rubbed the back of his neck as he followed Steven, almost glad to be leaving soon.
And it was true, Steven had seen his own mother be pushed around by too many of her boyfriends while he was growing up to put up with this. "And, Richard, do you really want to keep me away from my only child? Because if she doesn't have a father figure who she respects then she's going to turn out exactly like me. I'm sure you've heard every bad thing about me Jane could think of, and to be honest I have many more bad traits than good." Alex walked up then, he looked confused as he shot a look to Steven, then Richard, and on to Jane.
Steven looked at Jane and said, "Richard, trust me, you don't want to screw up and lose Jane. It'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Once she's gone, you can't quite find another person like her." Alex looked a little troubled by those words, almost as if they hurt, but not quite enough for him to say anything, "And the only reason I haven't punched you by now is Emily. I'm trying to reenforce that we don't beat up people we don't like. However, if I ever hear that you're hurt Jane, or Emily, I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't care about consequences. And I'm not leaving until my baby girl's at least opened my present, if you don't mind." Then he chuckled bitterly, "Actually, I don't care if you mind. Because I get the feeling I won't be able to see her again for a while. And if you try and stand between me and what little family I've got left, I don't know. I'm not a particularly peaceful man, though. I'll tell you that."
Steven sighed and said, "Alex, we're leaving soon. We can get Emily to open our present first and then say you have some work thing to do and we have to go, okay?" He shot a look at Richard, almost as if he was daring the man to challenge him, and then he started to walk inside.
Alex smiled sheepishly and looked down at his feet before awkwardly walking inside, he didn't really know what all of that was about, but he had a good idea. He rubbed the back of his neck as he followed Steven, almost glad to be leaving soon.
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Jeffrey! - Member for 2 years
Re: Shattered hearts and broken dreams. ((Closed)) ( )
by Aulelei on Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:31 pm
[quote="Aulelei"]
Those who are faithless know the pleasures of love; it is the faithful who know love's tragedies.
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Jane would have opened her mouth to speak out against Richard and the fact that his ways with her were not only hurtful, but disrespectful, but the woman was choking on tears that couldn't find the nearest exit. Her face began to grow flushed, a red hue taking over the pigmentation of her skin, her cheeks beginning to feel warm and her eyes beginning to feel heavy. She wanted to collapse to her knees while being dragged by Richard, but instead she let her wobbling knees hold on to its last bit of strength. She remained standing, ignoring the pain of her arm and letting her eyes fall to the ground, her hair scattering about to shelter the front of her face. This was good. Right here. Not existing. Steven had approached with more than a few things to say, and the mention of her name and even Emily's cause Jane to look up as if she hadn't know where the voice was coming from. The woman looked lost, weak and beaten. Empty. How fast a smile can turn in to a frown; just as fast as the day sets to night.
Jane wasn't at all surprised when Richard began to slowly loosen his grip around her arm. Though, it wasn't because there was even an ounce of sense knocked in to him by Steven's words, but it was because many eyes were not set on him. Of course, the man had to maintain his name in a society like the one they lived in. Any damage to it, would cost him a fortune. Literally. So he let go, so selfish to only be worried about his own good, and still not realizing that his actions were wrong to begin with. He let his arms fall to his side, and Jane reached over with her opposite hand to sooth where Richards imprint was left. She sniffled lowly, and lifted her head to look over to Emily who was peeking curiously over the tops of her friends heads.
"He's no good Jane. He said it himself. Tch, keep him away from his only child.. he picks now to step in and be a father." he grumbled under his breath, finding comfort in his own cold words, even though they were not spoken directly to Steven.
Coward.
Jane ignored him, though not intentionally. She was too focused on her daughter, and couldn't help but see the worry in her eyes. The same look, front that afternoon when they left.
"Jane, no more making a fool of you and your family. Get over there and entertain our guests." Anya hissed as she scooted along side Jane and gave her a firm pat on her bottom, pushing her along.
Jane looked over her shoulder at her mother and narrowed her eyes for a brief moment before turning to look back to Emily, beginning to approach her and the children, along with the rest of their not so immediate family and friends. Jane began to pat her cheeks with the tips of her fingers, and run them under her eyes to scoop any droppings of eyeshadow or runs of mascara. Emily turned her head and looked towards her dad and Alex, and smiled, waving for them to come over as quickly as they could. The bright eyed girl bounced excitedly, maybe more excited than she had been the entire day. Jane knew it wasn't because of the cake..
Roger, suspenders and all, chuckled loudly at all the excitement and reached over the cake with his lighter in hand, beginning to light the candles on the largest cake. Of course, Anya made Jane order more than one cake. Theyre were 6 to be exact. As if it was a type on Sweet 16 or Wedding. Jane didn't like the idea, but when you live under Anya's house, well, there is not chance in fussing or fighting. She's too head strong. Jane saw where she got it from.
♪ Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Emilyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Happy Birthday to yoooooouuu! ♪
"And many MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE, on channel fooooooooooooour-"
"Roger!" Anya growled, sending her hand to her husbands stomach with a stern look. But Roger, only gasped for air and laughed.
Everyone clapped, went on and on as Emily blew out her candles. Tightly closed eyes and puffed cheeks, as if she put all the power of her lungs in to removing those flickering flames. Jane kept her eyes on Emily.. but for a moment found them turning to look to Steven. She wanted to catch his eye. It wasn't a glare or glimpse you take not wanting to get caught. No, Jane wanted to get caught. She kept her gaze on him, while thinking about Richard and what he said. How Steven picked now to step in and be a father. It just wasn't true. No matter the problems Jane and Steven had, Steven never made it a reason to neglect his daughter. His world. His pride and his joy. The one good thing he had left in his life.. She took in a shaking breath, her heart feeling as if it was about to fall out of her stomach, and she looked away and back to Emily. Not knowing what feeling had taken over her, she pressed her hand against her stomach and held her composure. You love him.. don't you.
"What did you wish for, what did you wish for!" the girl exclaimed as she nudged Emily with her finger.
Emily turned to the girl with a sour look, her nose turning upright and her eyes narrowing as if she was putting on a fake 'snotty' look. Her version of Anya..
"Now why would I tell you what I wished for? So it won't come true?! I'm gullible but not stupid." she mocked, sticking her tongue out playfully, her eyes turning from the girl and to her mom, her smile somewhat fading.. Don't worry mommy.... She looked away, holding on to her newly wished dream, and reached for the cake sliding her finger across the top, taking the vanilla icing in to her mouth and puckering her lips in satisfaction, "Mmmm."
She snickered, watching her grandmothers face turn angrily red, and before she could say anything, Emily threw her hands up and announced, "Daddy I'm opening yours firrrrrrssttt!"
She reached for the table and grabbed the present she knew was from him. It was pretty long, and wide at the bottom. Grabbing it, she shape and weight of it caused her to become even more curious before wrapping it. She smiled, looking at how neatly the paper was folded, and even the tape had cute little designs that matched the gift wrap. She laughed and looked to her dad, "Since when did you get so good at this!" she shouted, then looking over to Alex who gave a bit of a modest look. She knew he must have wrapped it. She smiled, looking away and back to the present before ripping it open like a savage, gift wrap flying in all directions. A loud gasp could be heard behind the fluttering colors of shimmering blue and purple, as her eyes widened and a few gasps from children followed after. Of course, its routine at all parties to pretend to be JUST as excited as the birthday girl or boy. You want to play with those toys too, so you gotta ass kiss.
"DAD!" she shouted, holding up her baseball bat, while balancing the glove and ball and not to mention, a helmet, "ITS PERFECT!" she cried out, a few things falling from her arm but she didn't mind, she just wanted to get that hat. Putting on the helmet, she clenched the bat and swung it over her shoulder as she faced one of her friends. She bent her knees and stood in the position as if she was really about to swing the damn thing, and began to spit and run her foot on the ground.
"Wow I feel just like Babe Ruth. O-Or Johnnie Damon!" she said, giggling and beginning to ignore her other presents. She turned to look over to her dad and pushed past her friends to run towards him and wrap her arms around him, dropping the bat and letting the top of her helmet run in to his stomach. Thats okay, all super dads have abs of steel anyways :)
"Dad I love it, thank you!" she squeeled as she closed her eyes and clung tighter, even taking a moment to take in his scent. A scent she missed. And a hug she had always remembered.
Jane walked to the table and began to grabs the ripped up gift rap, to throw away. While doing so, she tried her best not to look in his direction but couldn't help it. She knew the last glimpse of him might be the last time she'd ever see him for a very long time. She looked up, slowly, watching as her daughter held on to him and her eyes couldn't help but begin to drown in tears. Tears she pushed back to only remain as puddles in her eyes.
Those who are faithless know the pleasures of love; it is the faithful who know love's tragedies.
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Jane would have opened her mouth to speak out against Richard and the fact that his ways with her were not only hurtful, but disrespectful, but the woman was choking on tears that couldn't find the nearest exit. Her face began to grow flushed, a red hue taking over the pigmentation of her skin, her cheeks beginning to feel warm and her eyes beginning to feel heavy. She wanted to collapse to her knees while being dragged by Richard, but instead she let her wobbling knees hold on to its last bit of strength. She remained standing, ignoring the pain of her arm and letting her eyes fall to the ground, her hair scattering about to shelter the front of her face. This was good. Right here. Not existing. Steven had approached with more than a few things to say, and the mention of her name and even Emily's cause Jane to look up as if she hadn't know where the voice was coming from. The woman looked lost, weak and beaten. Empty. How fast a smile can turn in to a frown; just as fast as the day sets to night.
Jane wasn't at all surprised when Richard began to slowly loosen his grip around her arm. Though, it wasn't because there was even an ounce of sense knocked in to him by Steven's words, but it was because many eyes were not set on him. Of course, the man had to maintain his name in a society like the one they lived in. Any damage to it, would cost him a fortune. Literally. So he let go, so selfish to only be worried about his own good, and still not realizing that his actions were wrong to begin with. He let his arms fall to his side, and Jane reached over with her opposite hand to sooth where Richards imprint was left. She sniffled lowly, and lifted her head to look over to Emily who was peeking curiously over the tops of her friends heads.
"He's no good Jane. He said it himself. Tch, keep him away from his only child.. he picks now to step in and be a father." he grumbled under his breath, finding comfort in his own cold words, even though they were not spoken directly to Steven.
Coward.
Jane ignored him, though not intentionally. She was too focused on her daughter, and couldn't help but see the worry in her eyes. The same look, front that afternoon when they left.
"Jane, no more making a fool of you and your family. Get over there and entertain our guests." Anya hissed as she scooted along side Jane and gave her a firm pat on her bottom, pushing her along.
Jane looked over her shoulder at her mother and narrowed her eyes for a brief moment before turning to look back to Emily, beginning to approach her and the children, along with the rest of their not so immediate family and friends. Jane began to pat her cheeks with the tips of her fingers, and run them under her eyes to scoop any droppings of eyeshadow or runs of mascara. Emily turned her head and looked towards her dad and Alex, and smiled, waving for them to come over as quickly as they could. The bright eyed girl bounced excitedly, maybe more excited than she had been the entire day. Jane knew it wasn't because of the cake..
Roger, suspenders and all, chuckled loudly at all the excitement and reached over the cake with his lighter in hand, beginning to light the candles on the largest cake. Of course, Anya made Jane order more than one cake. Theyre were 6 to be exact. As if it was a type on Sweet 16 or Wedding. Jane didn't like the idea, but when you live under Anya's house, well, there is not chance in fussing or fighting. She's too head strong. Jane saw where she got it from.
♪ Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Emilyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... Happy Birthday to yoooooouuu! ♪
"And many MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE, on channel fooooooooooooour-"
"Roger!" Anya growled, sending her hand to her husbands stomach with a stern look. But Roger, only gasped for air and laughed.
Everyone clapped, went on and on as Emily blew out her candles. Tightly closed eyes and puffed cheeks, as if she put all the power of her lungs in to removing those flickering flames. Jane kept her eyes on Emily.. but for a moment found them turning to look to Steven. She wanted to catch his eye. It wasn't a glare or glimpse you take not wanting to get caught. No, Jane wanted to get caught. She kept her gaze on him, while thinking about Richard and what he said. How Steven picked now to step in and be a father. It just wasn't true. No matter the problems Jane and Steven had, Steven never made it a reason to neglect his daughter. His world. His pride and his joy. The one good thing he had left in his life.. She took in a shaking breath, her heart feeling as if it was about to fall out of her stomach, and she looked away and back to Emily. Not knowing what feeling had taken over her, she pressed her hand against her stomach and held her composure. You love him.. don't you.
"What did you wish for, what did you wish for!" the girl exclaimed as she nudged Emily with her finger.
Emily turned to the girl with a sour look, her nose turning upright and her eyes narrowing as if she was putting on a fake 'snotty' look. Her version of Anya..
"Now why would I tell you what I wished for? So it won't come true?! I'm gullible but not stupid." she mocked, sticking her tongue out playfully, her eyes turning from the girl and to her mom, her smile somewhat fading.. Don't worry mommy.... She looked away, holding on to her newly wished dream, and reached for the cake sliding her finger across the top, taking the vanilla icing in to her mouth and puckering her lips in satisfaction, "Mmmm."
She snickered, watching her grandmothers face turn angrily red, and before she could say anything, Emily threw her hands up and announced, "Daddy I'm opening yours firrrrrrssttt!"
She reached for the table and grabbed the present she knew was from him. It was pretty long, and wide at the bottom. Grabbing it, she shape and weight of it caused her to become even more curious before wrapping it. She smiled, looking at how neatly the paper was folded, and even the tape had cute little designs that matched the gift wrap. She laughed and looked to her dad, "Since when did you get so good at this!" she shouted, then looking over to Alex who gave a bit of a modest look. She knew he must have wrapped it. She smiled, looking away and back to the present before ripping it open like a savage, gift wrap flying in all directions. A loud gasp could be heard behind the fluttering colors of shimmering blue and purple, as her eyes widened and a few gasps from children followed after. Of course, its routine at all parties to pretend to be JUST as excited as the birthday girl or boy. You want to play with those toys too, so you gotta ass kiss.
"DAD!" she shouted, holding up her baseball bat, while balancing the glove and ball and not to mention, a helmet, "ITS PERFECT!" she cried out, a few things falling from her arm but she didn't mind, she just wanted to get that hat. Putting on the helmet, she clenched the bat and swung it over her shoulder as she faced one of her friends. She bent her knees and stood in the position as if she was really about to swing the damn thing, and began to spit and run her foot on the ground.
"Wow I feel just like Babe Ruth. O-Or Johnnie Damon!" she said, giggling and beginning to ignore her other presents. She turned to look over to her dad and pushed past her friends to run towards him and wrap her arms around him, dropping the bat and letting the top of her helmet run in to his stomach. Thats okay, all super dads have abs of steel anyways :)
"Dad I love it, thank you!" she squeeled as she closed her eyes and clung tighter, even taking a moment to take in his scent. A scent she missed. And a hug she had always remembered.
Jane walked to the table and began to grabs the ripped up gift rap, to throw away. While doing so, she tried her best not to look in his direction but couldn't help it. She knew the last glimpse of him might be the last time she'd ever see him for a very long time. She looked up, slowly, watching as her daughter held on to him and her eyes couldn't help but begin to drown in tears. Tears she pushed back to only remain as puddles in her eyes.
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Aulelei - Member for 2 years
Re: Shattered hearts and broken dreams. ((Closed)) ( )
by Jeffrey! on Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:54 pm
As Steven walked with Alex, silently fuming, he noticed Emily waving them over, and he just melted. That's what little girls do to their daddies, it's hard to be mad when your daughter is smiling and wanting you to hurry and watch her blow out her candles...Real hard. He gently grabbed Alex's arm and half led-half dragged him over near the cake where they'd soon be singing, wishing the birthday girl a happy birthday. She's getting too old...She'll be a teenager before I know it, and I won't be around enough to make sure she stays away from guys like me who'll only hurt her in the end.... His thoughts just ran away with him, and though he was smiling, his eyes gave it away. His eyes always gave it away.
Steven was never much of a singer, but he'd gladly sing along on his baby girl's birthday, actually, he'd gladly sing for her any day. He just wanted to be around her. He loved her.
He had to laughed at Roger's antics. He liked Roger, really. He didn't know why the man put up with Anya. Actually...To be honest, the other people at the party probably wondered why Anya put up with Roger. Which is exactly what was wrong with them, in Steven's opinion. He watched as she blew out her candles, but couldn't fight a glance over to Jane, it was just a glance in hopes to catch her eye, and he did. And though he only looked in her eyes for a second, it was a glance that said, "I miss you." Even through his smile, no matter what he said. He just couldn't get his eyes to lie.
Then Emily and some girl had a little conversation that made Steven smile. He didn't laugh, didn't shake his head, he just smiled. It was so like her, she was just...Just, defiantly his child. That much was just verified even more as she...Sampled her cake. He shook his head at that one, dammit Steven, why couldn't she have been more like Jane?
Though, as she announced she was opening his present first, he came up with his answer. Because, like it or not, she wanted to be like me. Probably because I'm the "fun" parent. Fuck having fun, I just wanna hug her... She had to ask him about the gift wrap, because everything Steven had ever wrapped for her ended up looking like it'd been run over by a truck by the time he was done with it...So Jane had always done the gift wrapping and Steven used bags when he had to. He glanced at Alex as Emily said that and watched as the man gave a small smile and shrugged slightly. Trying to just brush it off.
Steven couldn't help but grin as his baby girl opened her present, and she loved it, too. He glanced at Alex, who seemed to be excited, before turning and watching Emily again. He grinned at her words, he was so glad she liked her gift. It'd taken long enough to find it for her.
Then something he probably should've seen coming happened: Emily ran towards him for a hug...With that helmet still on. He winced as the thing his his stomach, because, no matter what Emily believed, he didn't have abs of steel. At that moment he sure as hell wished he did, though. But he wouldn't let Emily know that. As far as she was concerned, he didn't feel pain, was never scared, and could do anything. He only wished it could stay that way.
He bent down a little so he could hug her better and said, "I'm so glad you like it, Em. I really am." Then he pulled away, held her at arm's length and bent down on one knee, "But kiddo, we gotta go, now. Some work stuff's come up for Alex, and, well, he's my ride. I hate that I have to leave before your party's over, but I have to." He hated lying to her, but he said he'd leave after Emily opened his present, so he was gonna leave.
Emily frowned, but nodded and said, "Okay, Daddy..." She sounded disappointed, but she kind of expected it to happen.
Steven hugged her again, "I love you, Emily."
"Love you too, Dad."
"Go open the rest of your presents, okay? Have fun for me. I'll come see you again when I can."
"Call me tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I can do that." And with that, she was running back to her presents, and Steven was standing up and letting Alex know they were leaving. He wasn't going to bother saying goodbye to anyone, but he did try and catch Jane's attention so he could wave to her, let her know he was leaving.
As they drove away, Steven just looked out the window and started to pull of the dead, chapped skin on his lower lip. A stupid habit that used to drive Jane crazy. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about her. Going to the party hadn't been hard, but leaving felt like hell. He felt like he belonged back there. He just wanted to be there, with his daughter and the woman he wouldn't try and convince himself he didn't love. He still loved Jane, still needed her. Alex didn't know that, of course, and he'd never tell him...But he couldn't fool himself as easily as he could fool Alex.
Steven was never much of a singer, but he'd gladly sing along on his baby girl's birthday, actually, he'd gladly sing for her any day. He just wanted to be around her. He loved her.
He had to laughed at Roger's antics. He liked Roger, really. He didn't know why the man put up with Anya. Actually...To be honest, the other people at the party probably wondered why Anya put up with Roger. Which is exactly what was wrong with them, in Steven's opinion. He watched as she blew out her candles, but couldn't fight a glance over to Jane, it was just a glance in hopes to catch her eye, and he did. And though he only looked in her eyes for a second, it was a glance that said, "I miss you." Even through his smile, no matter what he said. He just couldn't get his eyes to lie.
Then Emily and some girl had a little conversation that made Steven smile. He didn't laugh, didn't shake his head, he just smiled. It was so like her, she was just...Just, defiantly his child. That much was just verified even more as she...Sampled her cake. He shook his head at that one, dammit Steven, why couldn't she have been more like Jane?
Though, as she announced she was opening his present first, he came up with his answer. Because, like it or not, she wanted to be like me. Probably because I'm the "fun" parent. Fuck having fun, I just wanna hug her... She had to ask him about the gift wrap, because everything Steven had ever wrapped for her ended up looking like it'd been run over by a truck by the time he was done with it...So Jane had always done the gift wrapping and Steven used bags when he had to. He glanced at Alex as Emily said that and watched as the man gave a small smile and shrugged slightly. Trying to just brush it off.
Steven couldn't help but grin as his baby girl opened her present, and she loved it, too. He glanced at Alex, who seemed to be excited, before turning and watching Emily again. He grinned at her words, he was so glad she liked her gift. It'd taken long enough to find it for her.
Then something he probably should've seen coming happened: Emily ran towards him for a hug...With that helmet still on. He winced as the thing his his stomach, because, no matter what Emily believed, he didn't have abs of steel. At that moment he sure as hell wished he did, though. But he wouldn't let Emily know that. As far as she was concerned, he didn't feel pain, was never scared, and could do anything. He only wished it could stay that way.
He bent down a little so he could hug her better and said, "I'm so glad you like it, Em. I really am." Then he pulled away, held her at arm's length and bent down on one knee, "But kiddo, we gotta go, now. Some work stuff's come up for Alex, and, well, he's my ride. I hate that I have to leave before your party's over, but I have to." He hated lying to her, but he said he'd leave after Emily opened his present, so he was gonna leave.
Emily frowned, but nodded and said, "Okay, Daddy..." She sounded disappointed, but she kind of expected it to happen.
Steven hugged her again, "I love you, Emily."
"Love you too, Dad."
"Go open the rest of your presents, okay? Have fun for me. I'll come see you again when I can."
"Call me tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I can do that." And with that, she was running back to her presents, and Steven was standing up and letting Alex know they were leaving. He wasn't going to bother saying goodbye to anyone, but he did try and catch Jane's attention so he could wave to her, let her know he was leaving.
As they drove away, Steven just looked out the window and started to pull of the dead, chapped skin on his lower lip. A stupid habit that used to drive Jane crazy. He closed his eyes, not wanting to think about her. Going to the party hadn't been hard, but leaving felt like hell. He felt like he belonged back there. He just wanted to be there, with his daughter and the woman he wouldn't try and convince himself he didn't love. He still loved Jane, still needed her. Alex didn't know that, of course, and he'd never tell him...But he couldn't fool himself as easily as he could fool Alex.
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