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Post by paige on May 29, 2007 13:11:15 GMT -5
Bea looked at the floor. “Yeah, it does suck, doesn’t it? They passed away when-when I was seven. They were in a car crash with my sister; she was in a coma for two years. No one bothered to tell my brothers or I until two years after, and we visited her, and a month later she woke up. She didn’t remember much, and didn’t even remember mum and dad were-were gone.” She couldn’t believe she was opening up to a stranger like this, but it felt like he’d understand, if only a little.
“Then in fifth year, I went out with this guy, Daniel. He cheated on me with my (ex) friend, in my dorm. I have trust issues when it comes to guys now.” She finished, not understanding why she was opening up to Jason like this.
She listened to all Jason said, and laughed, wishing she had a family like him, that didn’t have to go through what she did. Randomly getting called into court once every six months for multiple reasons Bea forgot was hard to go through, especially when you just wanted to burry the memories and forget.
She willed herself not to cry in front of Jason, and succeeded. She didn’t want to cry in front of some guy she’d just met anyway.
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Post by Jason Brady on May 29, 2007 13:40:15 GMT -5
Jason was cringing now and again involuntarily as he listened to Beatrix's words, and he was filled with empathy, even though he never knew what it was like to go through and probably never would. The worse thing that had happened in his family so far was Violet's unwanted pregnancy, and that was nothing compared to Bea's experience. "I'm... really sorry about that..." he muttered awkwardly, leaning forward to pat her shoulder. Then she went on.
Being cheated on? Now THAT was something he'd been through, not to mention done himself. Jason sighed. "I know. That's crap, innit?" It was ironic. His first girlfriend had ran off with someone else, which had made him like this. He hated, hated the feeling of being heartbroken, which made it weird that he'd broken the hearts of every girl he'd had since her. He never mentioned the 'L' word in a relationship, and his relationships usually lasted less than a month each.
"The only girl I've ever loved stabbed me in the back the secon' I had my eyes offa 'er," he revealed, with another heavy sigh and a shake of his head. It didn't hurt him to talk about it so much nowadays. It just made him weary. "Slept with one a' my mates. Talk about keepin' your enemies close..." He didn't want to tell her the next bit in case it frightened her away, but something pushed him to and he did it anyway. "So, after she ended it and told me why, I tracked him down and I beat him. I beat him hard, until I got caught. I nearly got arrested and kept in."
Yeah. That was something the Brady wasn't proud of at all. Not one of his best moments in life. He had been so blinded by rage that he probably would have killed the boy if he hadn't been pulled off of him, and now? Now he couldn't even remember the guy's name. Even after all of the hurt he had caused him. Funny how things turn out, isn't it?
He noticed her attempting to hold back the tears with a dam that was sure to break sometime, and shot her a weak smile. He knew her expression; he had three sisters, after all, all of which had experienced bad break-ups and two of which tried to hold in their feelings. He'd seen it all before. "Hey, you're okay, yeah? Come get a drink with me in Shaded Nights?" The offer was genuine, this time. He honestly cared a little, and asking her out now wasn't just about the bet.
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