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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 22:24:53 GMT -6
He listened to her and nodded silently. It was easy to tell from just knowing him that his next words were nothing but true. "I wan' you to know tha' I have no record. I have never been involved in any hits.. All I ever did was sit at my employer's side, and make deals when told to. He never threw me into stealing, killing. None of that. All I am guilty of, is setting the deals. I swear to you I never was and never will get involved in that... and I really am trying to get out of this. If I just knew what was going on.. " He heaved another sigh. "I'm sorry about this. Its all karma.. Maybe I had all of this stuff coming because of my business... Perhaps I deserved it... who knows how many lives I ruined indirectly.." Oh boy. Now he was blaming himself for everything that had happened and he was doing it in the open. He didn't realize it until he after he had said it. He looked at her with a slightly widened look, so he turned away a little.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 22:50:12 GMT -6
Staring up at him as he swore to her he never had anything to do with killing or directly hurting anyone, Pauley's pink eyes widened. She was right, it had to be a mafia type thing. This was crazy! Yet she accepted it, because she accepted him. As he began to rant about lives he could have ruined, the color blind woman set her jaw and took his face in her hands and turned him so she could look him directly in the eyes. He looked so sad, so scared, she didn't know how to help him. She kissed him softly and smiled gently. "There is no way you could have possibly hurt someone, so please stop berating yourself." She kissed him again and put a hand through his hair; she as beginning to realize this was his soft spot. "Let's go and make sure everyone is alright." Picking up the picture, she held it out. "I know you are worried about them, so let's go make sure they are okay. Please?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 23:10:40 GMT -6
Her hands cupping his face, he didn't even try to fight her turning his face see her. He just turned his head, otherwise it mught hurt. He listened to her and was going to say something, then she ran her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Calming down as she did this. He then listened to her next words. Opening his eyes as he looked at her holding out the picture of his family. He would love to go home to them, but he was worried that they might be in danger if he did that. "I would love to do that... but.. I doubt I can leave. Not after what happened. More people are bound to question me about what happened... then, what if I have te go.. testify or somethin'? I was also told to stay. I must stay... I can't disobey. I know what happens when people disobey. If I could just find a phone.. I don' want te have people spend so much on a phone call tha' would probably last for better then an hour... " If he could just hear their voices he would be fine.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 23:19:21 GMT -6
Understanding that he didn't want to put his family into danger, Pauley smiled. "I understand. If you want, we could buy a pay by the minute phone that can't be traced and get as many minutes you want. I just want you to be happy." She kissed his cheek and turned back to the coffee table. "Now lets eat before our breakfast gets cold again." She moved the try from the side table to the long glass one in front of them. Her stomach was aching, and she had so much going through her mind at the moment that she didn't think she could do or say much more until it all processed completely.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 22, 2009 23:36:21 GMT -6
He looked at her and smiled. The idea that he was going to get to actually speak with his family brightened him. He of course was going to tell them what had happened to him. What was wrong with him. Why he felt a little hollow and vacant. He would tell them why he had nightmares. But he was also going to tell them about Pauley. How happy she made him and how easily she made him feel better through all of this hell. He took up the rest of the breakfast he had not been allowed to finish earlier and he began to eat away at it. He ate in silence. Not really thinking tht pauley would actually want to say anything at the moment. It was so much to dump on her lap. Once more a thought rounded on the battered man. She picked one hell of a winner. A criminal who was raped and beaten, and now was a complete mess. He felt like a loser. He felt really low, he felt like dirt, and he felt a tear leak out. While she wasn't looking, or atleast he thought she wasn't looking. He wiped it away quickly. Soon he finished his food and got up. He carried his things into the kitchen. He hadn't realized how long they had been there, but the pain killers were wearing off and it was hurting to walk again. His whole body was starting to hurt. He set the dishes down and moved quickly to the meds. He popped a few killers and sat down on the couch again. But he had accidently sat a little too hard. he winced as it felt like he had been kicked right in the ass with a steel toe boot. He had sat down like a normal person would, but it was all because of the violations. He strained with a red face to keep from yelling out. But eventually it went away. But he was still sore. "Tha' stung more then slightly... "
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 22, 2009 23:54:04 GMT -6
Engrossed in her own thoughts, Pauley ate slowly, chewing each bite slowly as she filtered through everything she had learned in just a matter of minutes. She knew that the only thing that mattered was that she loved him, but it was still some heavy stuff. As zoned out as she was, the young woman didn't even realize she had ate everything on her plate until she heard the scrape of her fork against an empty plate. The horrible sound pulled her from her thoughts and she blinked a few times before she realized she had been thinking for so long. She stood and headed over to the kitchen to clear her plate and get a glass of water when she heard him say something. "What did you say, honey?" The term of endearment slipped before she could catch herself. Not one for endearment, the way it slipped out so easily kind of scared her, but she went with it. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 23, 2009 0:06:38 GMT -6
He looked back at her with a pained expression on his face. He thought nothing of the term she had used. It just seemed so natural. He then said what was wrong. "Its nothin'... I.. I jus' sat down a wee bit too hard for me righ' now... an' well.. it really fucking hurt." Cian winced as anothe wave shot through him. This was so annoying. He hated this pain. He wanted to see them dead. He wanted to see the two of them in as much pain as they had caused him. He wanted to know that they would pay for this, because he didn't trust these pigs. He didn't trust them one bit, especially with the manner in which they came to him that morning. "I'm tired... Pauley.. would ye mind if I went an' lay down for a while?" He had stuck around for a little while, then headed into the bedroom. Cian stripped off his shirt and pants. Folding them he set them down neatly. He was going to wear them later. He didn't mind sleeping in the nude. It was better then sleeping in clothing. He crawled into the sheets and slipped off into a sleep. It seemed peaceful enough right now.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 23, 2009 0:23:51 GMT -6
She had called the tailor and rescheduled for the next morning. Being color blind had its' disadvantages, and picking out clothes that matched was one of them. So every few months, she had her tailor come in and help her get a few new things for her wardrobe. They both had a thing for leather, so much of what she ordered was black leather; pants, shoes, and vests. Cian had gone to bed, and Pauley found this to be the perfect time to follow up on a tip she had received. While he slept soundly because of his meds, the color blind woman changed into her favorite all leather outfit and pulled on her leather four inch heel boots. With her trusty gun in her pocket and a note left for him if he woke, Pauley left.
Two hours later, the young woman returned, camera in hand and her feet bare. She had chucked the shoes just as she drove by one of the more populated homeless areas. Padding throughout the flat, she chucked her clothes, glad no blood had landed on them and naked, she climbed into bed with her lover, and sighed. At least those two would never hurt him or anyone else ever again. With that as a comforting thought, Pauley fell asleep, her head resting on his chest- the sound of his heartbeat putting her sleep.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 23, 2009 0:34:22 GMT -6
Cian slept soundly for the first half of the rest. But as the meds began to wear down, his dreams started coming back. The first few were very agreeable. But the last ones, the ones that would remain in his memory, drowned out the others. Like they had never been. In his dream....
Cian found himself in a dark room. His head, his wrists. His entire body was aching with a throb. It was then that two dark figures approached him. One was equipped with a camera and the other was smiling wickedly down at him. A tight grasp soon found Cian's neck. He had grabbed Cian's neck because he had been stripped of his clothing completely. He fought back as best as his tired body could, but it wasn't enough as he was thrown face first to the wall. The greasy grin was near his ear. Telling him it was round two. Cian began to cry out in protest....
"NO! Please! STOP!" He jolted awake violently with tears filling his eyes. Streaming down his face. He hadn't even noticed that Pauley was with him.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 23, 2009 0:42:57 GMT -6
Pauley jumped in the air as his sudden cries woke her from her sleep. She blinked quickly, then, once the world was back in its black and white focus, she realized what must have happened. Tears were making tracks down his rugged face, and all she wanted to do was pull him to her and rock him close. She did just that, making shushing noises and humming softly. She forgot they were both naked, and as it was, none of that even mattered. Holding him to her chest, she kissed the top of his head. “They are never going to hurt you again, I promise my love.” She blinked away fierce tears of her own. How could she let him know he was safe without telling him what she had done?
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 23, 2009 1:00:40 GMT -6
Cian somehow found himself in Pauley's arms. He was held close to her and his arms instinctively wrapped around her. It was then as she held him to her chest that he noticed she too was in the nude. Didn't matter to him though. He focused on her to calm himself. Listening to her as she made a series of noises to help calm him. He heard her and had calmed down enough to utter a few words. "You can' promise that... " He let a few last dying tears slide down his face as he hugged her closer for a moment.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 23, 2009 16:48:50 GMT -6
Closing her eyes, Pauley sucked in a deep breath and held it in as she debated on if she would tell him the truth of what she had done just an hour previous. Exhaling, she thought of the two bodies that were probably still lying in the alley, and the marks and wounds they each bore. She had been extremely careful when she went out; she had even taken the plate off of her bike so no one could write down her plate number. She was confident she wouldn't get caught. Even the old man at the bar didn't know just what she wanted with those men.
Making up her mind to tell him the truth after everything he had just told her, Pauley sighed heavily. He wasn't ever supposed to find out, but how could she possibly lie after he told her everything just hours ago? Kissing the top of his, she spoke. "I can promise that. I, um..." Damnit! How could she find the right words to tell the love of her life that she killed two men in order to bring justice and to protect him from further harm? "I can say that because the bodies of the men who hurt you are lying in the same alley I found you in." There, she said it. Now what?
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 23, 2009 17:26:14 GMT -6
She said she could promise it, and he looked up at herwith a confused look on his face. No one could promise him that he wouldn't be hurt like that again. If they were still out there, they might still be looking for him. He thought so atleast. He remembered being chased down as he was escaping. The idea that they would be looking for him still made him freak out a little. He heard her next words and looked at her oddly. "Wha'... wha' do ye mean? Pauley... did you... Please say you didn't. Pauley tha's murder.. do you know realize how dangerous tha' is? Pauley if they find out...." He stopped and closed his eyes. He was worried for her safety. He was worried that it might be found that she did it. "Thank you Pauley.. but, i'm worried tha' you might be found out..."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 23, 2009 17:39:29 GMT -6
Her pink eyes filled with tears as she stared at him, her naked body shivering with nerves. She loved him so much; so much more than she had ever loved or wanted someone in her life. She had promised him that she would make sure no one hurt him, and she kept that promise. Shaking her head sadly, she took his hands in hers. "I won't get caught. I was careful, very careful. Please don't worry. I did it so you could stop worrying." She climbed into his arms and placed her head on his chest. "They won't hurt anyone ever again." She closed her eyes as tears began to fall. "Please don't be mad at me," she whispered. "Please."
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 23, 2009 18:01:33 GMT -6
He really hoped she was careful. He prayed that she knew what to do, how to get rid of evidence. The last thing he wanted was for his girlfriend to be locked away for simply protecting him. He held her against his frame as she rested her head on his bare chest. Wrapping arms around her. He looked down at her and sighed gently. He lay his head back on the pillow and forced the worry from his brow. He heard her stay that they wouldn't hurt anyone anymore, then he felt a moist sensation on his chest. Tears. She was crying as he heard her plead for him not to be angry with her. Cian looked down at her again. Hugging her closer he fought to keep his own emotions under control. "Pauley... I'm not mad.. I ne'er would be." He wanted to kiss her and reassure her. But with his injuries, moving and shifting to reach her now would hurt him more. "thank you Pauley.. an' I'm sorry I woke you." He hoped to change the subject with that. "I didn' mean to scream like tha'.."
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