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Post by Jason Street on Jun 25, 2007 23:22:03 GMT -5
Jason watched her think about telling him. He knew it was hard for her, it had to be. Looking in her eyes, he could tell that it hurt her just thinking about it. It had to be more than her mother telling her she was bad, no it was something much worse.
As he listened to her story, he felt bad for her. As she spoke, he looked down. He wanted to help her some way, but he didn't know how. He could see the pain building in her eyes. He was wondering why she just didn't stop, but she continued to talk. Then she stopped talking, but she started to walk away. Standing up, he grabbed her arm to stop her. Andy...its okay...I know it hurts to talk about, so you don't have to if you don't want to. But just know, you can trust me, okay? I'm not one of those back stabbing pricks. he said with a warm smile. He hated seeing people sad.
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Post by [Andy Zeroric] on Jun 26, 2007 9:24:04 GMT -5
- Andy had been lost in her thoughts, and slightly jumped when he grabbed her arm. She stopped and turned around to look at him. Andy heard what he said, and just sighed. Sometimes it was just so hard to face the aftermath of something painful... to be the person they blame. That was the sole reason why Andy came to america, she couldnt stand the way he father couldnt look at her, couldnt say one word to her, and well Christian was begining to get the same way. Especially when he needed mom.-
- When he said she could trust him, and gave him a very cautious look. Andy had been one of those people who would have trusted anyone in a heart beat, but since being here the people she trusted always attempted to hurt her. Some punk named Joe put something in her drink, and if Matt hadnt been there then who knows. Aiden had barely said anything to her since she dumped beer on him. Maybe she could use a friend. "Alright." Andy replied gradually starting to calm down a bit..-
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