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Blare leaned against the stove in the little kitchenette of a kitchen in the apartment. Blare smiled at her. "I'm worried. Liam hasn't called yet." Blare said worried for his dad.
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(( hey I'm still grounded so my posting is going to be a little touch and go. Sorry.))
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((Holly crap I just noticed that carl is sixteen and Blare is 20, yeah a four year old got some girl pregnant lol))
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Leaning forward she patted the seat across from her, "My guess is your dad wants to be alone with her, so I guess I'll keep you company until Liam gets here. You don't talk much do you?" she asked thinking back to the silent car ride, Come to think of it...he started crying at one point...
She laughed, "Your not scared of me are you? Come one you're an O'Conner, nothing scares us!"
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((Sorry for the short post but I didn't know what to post))
Waking with a start Jake answers his phone. " Ello?" he asks his voice rough. Letting a relived sigh Fi says " Hey, Jake how's it going?"
Dragging his hand over his face Jake says " Alright, I finally snapped at Rebeccah though." Shaking her head Fi says " Well would you do Blare and I a favor and check on her?"
Jake sighs and walks over to the bedroom she disappeared in to. Opening the door and seeing the open window he gasps " She's gone!"
Her eyes widening Fi says " She's gone?!"
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Blare looked at Quinn as he got out his gun. "Watch Carl for me, will you?" Blare asked her.
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" This is why I should listen to people," she muttered as she started to fall over, " Jake knew what he was--" Her hands came down on the shelf and she found herself wishing she'd just dropped to the filthy floor as she felt her palms tear open. The contact had cut her off, replacing words with a sharp cry of pain.
Pulling her hands away, she stepped back and stared at her dirt covered hands, blinking back a few tears as she stared at the bleeding gashes that now covered the soft flesh of her hand. The broken glass on the shelf had definitely done a number, the girl noted as she kept herself from squeezing her hands into fists to keep the dirt from getting further inside the wounds.
" Thank God I got my tetanus shot," Rebeccah muttered as she winced and, finally growing tired of waiting, carefully stepped over to the door and knocked. Despite the alcohol she'd induced, the situation had sobered her up pretty well and she was tired of being in this dirty, smelly room. She wanted to be able to sit without getting hurt on something. " Hello?!" She called, knocking again. She was not going to test the door. No way in hell.
" I just want to go home," she mumbled as she moved to lean against the wall beside the door, having difficulty keeping her eyes open. " Daddy and Blare will be furious," Beccah sighed as she forced her eyes open and tried to scan the room. Just as she'd thought, the only other possible exits were windows and they were boarded up. This really was her own personal version of hell, right here. Lovely.