Post by Kathryn St Pierre on Feb 10, 2013 21:21:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 449 ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE "Miss, we would need a new incident report to extend the boundaries on the restraining order..." Her chin was set, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. No, Riles had not so much as contacted her in the past few weeks. But that was how he had been back in college. He used to go weeks without bothering her and then just like that their relationship was back on, and he was as controlling as ever. As the days rolled by she began growing suspicious of the peace that had settled over her. She was almost paranoid that he would somehow find her and convince her that she needed him again, even though she'd always known she didn't. Groaning, she turned from the window of the clerk's office and moved down the hallway. Her eyes followed the tiles on the floor as her shoes made quick thumping noises on her way, Coming out of the building, she stood on the sidewalk for a minute, not exactly sure what she was going to do. It was true that he hadn't bothered her, but she lived her life with an air of fear around her. It was almost as if the slightest possibility of bad made her flinch. It did, she mused reluctantly, as she turned to peer down the sidewalk. She would take a bus back to the ranch and try to forget all of this. Was there really any point in worrying over something that might not even happen? Trying to bolster her own spirits, she made her way down the sidewalk to a bench that sat next to a bus sign. It reminded her that she should really look into having her car brought to her. Why had she just left home so suddenly? Riles had been gone, so nothing was chasing her off. But then, she had needed an escape. Now it seemed she would need a visit from her mother, if she wanted her car. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sat down and huddled into herself. This was just so frustrating! Pulling her cell phone out she dialed her mother's number and held her breath as she herd the first few rings. "Hell, you've reached Mary Beth. I'm not available at the moment... She expelled her breath in relief and waited to leave a message. "Hello mom. It's, er, Kat-Kathryn." She scrunched her nose at the mistake. Her mother loathed her nickname. "I know I haven't been in touch but, I uh... I need my car." She closed her eyes as if she had a headache. "Call me please." She slammed the phone shut and shook her head. Her relationship with her mother was strained at best. Random. Just needed to drain some muse. ^^ RUM |
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