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Jan 11, 2009 22:55

Alright, Elle. I'll give you a cup of fuckin' sugar, you give me one, we try not to punch each other in the face. Deal?

What? No. I don't wanna say anything about this.

My dad was a fucking nothing and a nobody who thought he was real tough shit when he came home and beat up on a five year old. Look at me, guys, I can knock my son out, the old fucker ( Read more... )

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1/may take a while venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:03:02 UTC

Tit for tat.

2/maybe not venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:04:12 UTC

Just a cup. And seeing your face.

3/and goin venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:06:28 UTC

You know, I was lucky if I got to see my daddy. He'd be in the other room or someplace else. And I'd be lucky if I didn't get to see my mother. She'd be standing there like a fucking Barbie doll.

Just as well I don't see them anymore...

4/end is near venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:06:53 UTC

Shit.

5/5 venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:08:24 UTC

Where are we going to do this shit.

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 06:10:03 UTC

Don't matter to me. Just gotta get it over with.

venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:17:12 UTC

Hn. There's a liquor store, not too far from the fountain. I need cigarettes. May as well get sugar.

I used to scream and make noise until someone came to check on me. The help made it there first before my parents. Everytime.

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 06:18:38 UTC

Alright. I need beer or something.

I used to lay there and pretend to be dead so dad'd back off. Sometimes I'd hear mom say she hoped I really was dead this time.

venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:23:56 UTC

One stop.

My father was a lawyer. He told his clients that he was good with people. He'd disappear from every house party.

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 06:29:44 UTC

Yep.

My dad wasn't invited to any house parties, because no one liked the old fuck.

venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:36:46 UTC

Ten minutes. If you aren't there, I'm leaving.

My mom hosted them. She loved that shit. I wonder if she'd remember any of it the next day.

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 06:39:08 UTC

[He's there. He doesn't want to be, but he is. With some sugar.]

venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:42:52 UTC

[Ah, and there she is. She's got her cup of sugar. Looks like it is in a bag. If only her eye rolling could be more dramatic with two. Oh well.

Just looking at him makes her want to beat the shit out of something. Mostly him.]

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 06:53:09 UTC

[The feeling is mutual. But he refrains from any beating, because then the sugar might spill and they'd have to get more and meet up again.]

Here ya go.

venomouselle January 12 2009, 06:59:42 UTC

[Elle hands over the bag while she takes a hold of her cup of sugar. The corner of her mouth twitches only for a second.]

Thanks. Enjoy.

ntrlbrnkiller January 12 2009, 07:03:12 UTC

[He takes it. Not that he'll actually use it, Elle could've spit in it for all he knew. Just take it home and dump it.]

Pleasure's all yours.

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