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Post by wesley on May 1, 2011 0:27:00 GMT -5
He was frustrated… Lauren had her outburst but she was never too over dramatic… she always caught herself before she got too bad. She was always pretty level headed and never really over reacted. She wasn’t like most girls. But this girl on his bed… he wanted to roll his eyes. But he couldn’t because he was now looking at the scene through her eyes… and if she was thinking what he thought she was then she had every reason to be freaking out. But that didn’t change how he felt. He was trained to look at the scenario from every angle possible until a calm rational conclusion was come to or someone explained it. Instead of rolling his eyes he rubbed his forehead and sighed softly. He would never understand girls and the things they did. It made no sense… but he pretended like it did and that usually kept him out of trouble… for the most part anyways.
Seeing how she acted right now reminded Wesley of how lucky he was… or rather how unlucky he was. He had avoided dealing with girls and their drama when he met Lauren… and now here he was and everyone expected him to find someone else. He didn’t want someone else though, he didn’t want a dramatic girl that only thought about how she looked all the time. Not saying that that’s how Ember was but that’s how he always pictured other girls besides Lauren. He didn’t want to worry about saying the wrong thing… or the right thing. He didn’t want the pressure of being just what she wanted. Wesley was already the hero to the country… and now he had to practice being the knight in shining armor for a girl. That wasn’t exactly his idea of romantic…. Not anymore.
Actually nothing was his idea of romantic. He wanted nothing to do with relationships or the dating world. He wanted to live his life… take care of Jack go back to work… and just continue on as before… Little did he know life would never be as it was before. Deep down he probably did but he was in denial. Right now all that was far from his mind… he was thinking about how he didn’t like it when girls acted like this. But those thoughts were contradicted with the thought that if what she thought had happened actually happened… then she would have to right to react that way. She had snapped at him and smacked his hand away… luckily for him he had quick reflexes and closed his hand around the pills keeping them from flying across the room. He didn’t do anything until she started to repeat “I wanna go home” and collapsed on the other side of the bed.
Then he felt like a jerk for not being as sensitive as he should be so he set down the pills on the table and sat down on the bed. “I’m sorry…. Let me explain what happened last night….” He wanted to comfort her but he sort of figured if he tried to touch her in any way she would attack him. He could handle it if it happened… but he’d rather avoid that messy situation. “Before I left the bar last night I saw you draped over the bar and some guys were drying to take advantage of you… after I got rid of them I tried to find your friends… but in a club at that time… it’s pretty hard to find anyone. So I brought you here… I slept on the couch all night I swear.” He handed her his badge letting that information set in before he went on. “I’m a US Marine… and I know that there are a lot of us out there that aren’t respectable men… but I would never do anything to harm a lady… If you don’t believe me I understand.” He said all this with a gentle calm tone trying his hardest to comfort her.
The idea of doing anything with her at all never even crossed his mind when he carried her home. She was just a girl who needed protecting and as far as he was concerned “Protect & Serve” didn’t just mean in the battle field. He did what he thought was right and even if she didn’t believe him that would be fine he knew the truth and that was really all that he cared about. Now that he explained himself there really wasn’t anything else he could do… he could tell her his life story but that really wasn’t going to happen. What good would it do… besides he had a son and his father-in-law sleeping in the other two rooms how sick and twisted did she think he was… course she didn’t know about them and he probably wouldn’t tell her so she wouldn’t know about them until she got up to leave. It sure was a big mess he had gotten himself into…
((Horrible... i'm sorry.... ))
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Post by ember on May 1, 2011 20:42:24 GMT -5
If you would have ever told Ember she would be in this situation she would have told you that she was currently under reacting. She would have told you that she was convinced she would pull out her pepper spray and have the man have burning eyes (and a bright pink face) for the next couple of days. She would have ran out of the house while calling 911 or find a glass bottle to break over his head, not sit here trying to talk it out with the man. In fact, that sounded more insane to her than anything at all and if this man thought she was overreacting than he was more of an idiot than she would have ever believed. Any man who didn’t see why I girl would panic waking up in a strange man’s bed after a night of drinking feeling horrible would panic the second her eyes opened needed a lesson on how it felt to be vulnerable and she knew Wesley to be strong at that. Of course she was panicking. She felt that she could die any second if Wesley snapped his fingers; she thought she had been raped the night before and she had no idea where she was. Any girl that said they wouldn’t panic in her current situation needed to be thrown into it. She wasn’t being dramatic, she was being natural.
Being able to put yourself in the shoes of someone else was actually a sign of intelligence. Those most intelligent were the ones who could easily flip how they were viewing something to see how someone else may view it and that was what made Ember so good at being a resident assistant. She saw all sides of the situation before judging it and listened to everyone’s thoughts, also being able to see it how they saw it no matter how different she was from them. That wasn’t to say she didn’t get frustrated from time to time and there were just some situations she could not see no matter how hard she tried, like that one girl coming to her complaining that her roommate liked to sleep with the lights off but beyond that she found herself to be fairly understanding. That being said, she was hardly naïve or stupid and once her mind was made up it could be very hard to change it. Stubborn may be the best thing to call her. Ms. Blaine would never let someone make up her mind for her and would stick to her guns in the worst of situations, even if that was, in the end, not the right way to stand.
When Wesley sat on the bed Ember kicked out at him and, in her struggle to get away, ended up falling off the bed when she just pushed herself further away, getting her legs unstuck from the blankets as she did. “I said stay away!” she screeched as a reminder as she was still moving. He obviously didn’t understand where her brain was coming from right now. She thought he raped her and would hurt her the next time her attention was turned away and he was sitting next to her on a bed and offering her pills? Yeah, he didn’t quite get it, no matter how hard he may be trying. “Explain?” she snapped but in the end did listen to what he had to say as she glanced around the room for her purse and shoes. She needed to call someone, come pick her up and let people know that she was okay because she was sure her friends were worried sick right about now.
When he showed her his badge she gave him a look obviously meaning “yeah… and?” She strongly supported the armed forces with all she was and was often the type to randomly thank any man in a uniform that she saw but that didn’t change the fact that rapes in the armed forces were not rare and were often covered up and it still did not change the fact that he was a man who was watching her as she woke up. It would have probably been best for him to take her to a hospital but obviously he didn’t think about that and that wasn’t his fault just like it wasn’t hers but they were still in the same situation so there was no use crying over spilt milk, which may be a bad metaphor for something so big but it was the only thing that really fit, she thought.
“Of course I don’t believe you!” she said, rolling her eyes this time and shaking her head, messy blonde hair falling back and forth over her shoulders. She reached a hand up and wiped tears away from her eyes as she slowly felt herself calming down a little, outwardly, that was. It was, by no means, an “oh well” if she didn’t believe him in the end. What she thought he had done to her was illegal and, even if she couldn’t get him convicted, she could make his life a living hell, lose his place in the marines, lose custody of his son (though she didn’t know about that one) just by accusing him of rape due to the thoughts that followed the word. As far as he knew, there was no way to prove that nothing had occurred so a he-said she-said case would follow, which could always go either way. No, this was no “oh well” situation and the young college student knew that better than most.
“You know that’s illegal right?” she asked as she finally made her way back to her feet, “it’s rape? You can’t legally have sex with a drunk girl?” she asked, pushing hair away from her face and sidestepping towards the door so she could get out it if he decided to come towards her at all. Now, had she been thinking she would realize that she would be a little… err… sore if something had happened the night before. Little did Wesley know, she was a virgin which was yet another reason for her freak out right now. “Why the hell would I believe you? I woke up in your bed with you staring at me and my purse and shoes are nowhere to be seen, my phone is gone, I can’t even call anyone and then you offer me pills. I’d have to be pretty stupid to just take your word for it,” she said through her teeth as she reached out to put her hand on the doorknob glaring at him with her blue eyes. She’s get through this, she was a big girl and knew she was going to be okay in the end… well, as long as she could get out of here safely. “And I assume you’d stop me if I tried to leave.”
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Post by wesley on May 10, 2011 23:27:08 GMT -5
He really was at a loss for words… If anything though he could use this as an excuse to never go out ever again. He was supposed to go out and have fun… yeah well if this is what fun got you than he would definitely be happy if he never had any fun again. Wesley was a natural do good type of person, but that sort of slowed down after what happened… so now he worked and spent time with Jack and that was about it. Well except for the few times that his buddies dragged him out to go have some “fun” but other than that he was either working or taking Jack to school or something along those lines. He was great at what he did… and natural leader he could lead a platoon into battle. Being a great dad didn’t come as naturally but he did the best he could and that was all he could do. He liked to think he gave Jack a good life. But no one was perfect and in the beginning he made a lot of mistakes that he wasn’t proud of. For instance not putting the diaper on tight enough, and falling asleep while Jack was awake, and several other similar stories.
Sometimes he felt like the whole world was watching him waiting for him to screw up big time and just give up. But if there was anything Wesley wasn’t, it was a quitter. He never gave up on anything… even if it meant starting over a million times before he got it right. With Jack you didn’t exactly get fresh starts every time you messed up but at least Jack was pretty forgiving. Being a single father was the hardest job he’d ever done, he’d been a marine all of his young adult life, and now working as a temporary fire man to keep the three of them above water… none of that compared to raising a child on his own. He liked to think he was doing a pretty good job, but truth was he was terrified that he was screwing up every step of the way; he’d never admit that though. Fear wasn’t something he was allowed to feel… he was a marine… they drilled that out of you your first year in boot camp. But the corps never trained you on how to be a dad… there was no fathering a child on your own 101 class. He learned you just had to live it day by day because all your plans went out the window when that little baby was born. None of the rules applied after that…
Wesley rubbed his face, ran his hands through his hair and sighed as he got off the bed and moved to the other side of the room when she started to freak out. Clearly he was just making matters worse. He let her finish again before he tried to interject. Another habit he gained from the military… interrupting was a definite no no. “You don’t know me and you don’t remember what happened last night so believing me isn’t in your best interest. But I have a 4 year old son there’s no way I would sleep with you. I slept on the couch last night.” Once he finished he realized that there was basically no point in telling her… she wouldn’t believe anything he said. And given the position she was in she had every right not to. With that said he grabbed her purse and shoes from the floor and tossed them on the bed so she could reach them without him getting closer to her. “I’m not holding you hostage…” But as if he knew he was being talked about Jack swung the door open and looked over at Ember as if he’d known her all his life. “Grandpa wants to know if you’d like some breakfast.”
Jack was a very outgoing kid… he’s never met a person he didn’t know. But he had a bad habit of being a little to abrupt… like all kids he said what he thought. Wesley shook his head at the kid picked him up smiling despite the situation. Hoping that she wouldn’t freak out in front of Jack he gave him a crooked smile and answered before she could. “I don’t think she wants to have breakfast with us bachelors bud… besides I think she just wants to go him.” Ruffling Jack’s hair he glanced back at Ember. “Aw… okay…” With that Jack squirmed down and trotted out of the room back to the kitchen. “Do you want me to call you a cab?” Sure it was a small town… and he’d gladly drive her home… but given how she felt he knew that would be out of the question… he wanted to make things as easy for her as possible… but that wasn’t exactly easy to do. He pursed his lips together and looked around the room while rubbing his neck uncomfortably. So much for being the hero of the night… instead he just one Jackass of the year.
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