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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 18:57:28 GMT -8
"He must have done horrible things to you," Drake said softly.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:07:34 GMT -8
Ayra nodded and looked sadly down. "Yeah, he did." She said softly.
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:09:46 GMT -8
Drake hesitated, but asked," this maybe hard for you to say, but what did he do to you?"
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:15:59 GMT -8
Ayra squeezed her eyes shut. "he abused and raped both me and my mom." She whispered. "We were just things that he could do whatever he wanted to him. And when we would leave, he would hunt us down and threaten to kill us then and there unless we would come back." She hesitantly put her hand up to her hair. "He pulled me back like this-" She tugged at her hair gently "Then mad us kneel on grit for the whole night."
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:21:07 GMT -8
Drake was silent. He couldn't believe this. Her father sounded like he treated them as slaves. And the thing was, if Drake would have been around that area, He could have stopped that from happening. He hugged her, supportively.
((Bleh))
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:24:14 GMT -8
Ayra just laid there. She willed the memory that had haunted her for what seemed forever to go, but it wouldn't. She stifled a sob, burying her head into Drakes chest.
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:29:17 GMT -8
"It's ok. He's gone. And I'm here. You'll be just fine."
((Bleh))
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:35:45 GMT -8
Ayra nodded, keeping a hold of Drake.
((Your fine it works. =P))
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:40:41 GMT -8
Drake stopped hugging her. He sat up. Then quickly laid back down," I still need rest."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:43:49 GMT -8
"Yeah, you do." Ayra agreed. "I'll go get you some more blood." She said, sitting up.
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:44:44 GMT -8
"Ok, thanks again."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:52:10 GMT -8
"Its our payment." Ayra said, walking out. In the kitchen, Kyome just smiled and waggled her eyebrows. Ayra rolled her eyes at her, but smiled, filling another cup with blood, and going back to her room
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 19:54:33 GMT -8
"I'm sorry for asking for so much blood," Drake said, but still took the cup," but it's really apprecated." Drake drank the whole cup, and sat up. "I feel a lot better. Now I just need to rest. Then I'll be back at full strength."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 19:56:41 GMT -8
"It really is no problem. You save our hides, we nurse you back to health and make you save us again. That's just how it works." Ayra smiled playfully at Drake.
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 20:05:22 GMT -8
Drake smiled back. He handed her the glass. He lost track on how many times he said thanks to them.
((And so have I, XDD))
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 20:09:09 GMT -8
((=really doesn't give one= lol))
Ayra took the glass, as well as the other ones and took them back to the kitchen. She came bac. "How exactly DO you rest when you can't sleep?" She asked thoughtfully
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 20:11:47 GMT -8
"I don't move alot. Conserve energy," Drake replied simply.
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 20:16:10 GMT -8
"I guess I'm not helping you much, hugging you and all." Ayra said 'And kissing!' Kyome shouted gleefully in her mind. Ayra sighed. 'Go AWAY Kyome!' "Fine, Fine! last time, i promise!" Kyome called from kitchen. Ayra chuckled.
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Post by Grr on Oct 24, 2009 20:18:41 GMT -8
Drake shook his head. "You really shouldn't do that Kyome. Its an invasion of a persons privacy." He looked at Ayra," hugging doesn't really require much movement. It's ok."
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Post by kyome月的女& on Oct 24, 2009 20:27:10 GMT -8
Ayra sighed and sat down with a small wince. Her chest still hurt. "Oh!" She said, getting up. She dropped to the floor and pulled up a floor board a little ways from the bed. A little hole was there. She pulled a small box from it. She took off the lid and pulled out a piece of paper, yellow from age. "This was my mother." She said. A frail looking woman with slight circles around her eyes was on the photo. She was wearing a hand made shirt and a stitched skirt. Her hair was falling from a messy bun. she was looked like Ayra, except for her eyes, which were so full of despair, you could see it clearly on the old black and white picture.
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