I want him dead (AidenConners and Merdoroli)
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				Title: <strong>I want him dead (AidenConners and Merdoroli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 06:44:06</strong>
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				Cheyenne stared at the plain white walls of the apartment, the television the only sound throughout the room.&nbsp; She almost never saw anything beyond the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. When they first started dating she use to go out with her friends every now and then, but as their relationship had gone on he had become more and more controlling. She had been okay with it at first, believing he just wanted to spend more time with her, but when he had completely cut her off from her friends she had told him off. That had turned out to be a big mistake. It had been the first time he had hit her, but it had been enough to scare her into silence for a long time. He had hit her hard enough to make her lip bleed and she had had a hard time covering it up. <br><br>Cheyenne shook her head, pushing back the memories that suddenly surface in her mind. She brought her knees up to her chest and placed her chin on them as her eyes turned back to the television. Her faded jeans were well worn and had many holes and tears in the knees. A black long sleeved shirt covered her slender form and also her bruises. Her long auburn hair hung limp around her face. She did not really care what she looked like anymore, as long as no bruises showed on the rare occasions she did leave the apartment. Her bright blue eyes had long since lost any spark of life that many have existed within them. They were nothing more than an emotionless void. <br><br>She hugged her legs tighter to her body as she watched the news. She depended on her boyfriend for everything. He paid for the apartment, groceries, and anything else they needed. He would not let her get a job, have friends, or do anything she wanted. She had long stopped trying to get her way. Anything he wanted her to do, she did without question. He gave her rules and she did her best to follow them, scared of the punishment she might get if she disobeyed.&nbsp; Sometimes she felt like a stepford wife. Have dinner on the table by five, do the laundry, clean the house; everything he asked for she did.<br><br>Cheyenne looked down at the coffee table, her eyes scanning the note he had left her. She had finished everything on the list. He was working late tonight, so he had told her to go get groceries. Going outside always made her nervous. Even though he was at work, she felt like he was watching her every move and it was unsettling. She was jumpy whenever someone spoke to her and quickly dismissed herself from their company.&nbsp; She was sure that many people thought she was rude, keeping her answer short and running off as quickly as she could. They only time she really got out was when he decided to go to a party and take her along, which wasn’t often. <br><br>She sighed, getting up off the couch and snatching the list as she turned off the television. She had better get done what he wanted as quickly as possible, before she left it too late and he arrived home before she did. She really didn’t want any more cuts or bruises. She grabbed her keys and the money he had left her for the food off the table before slipping into the hallway. She didn’t know anyone else who lived in the building, but she was sure they knew her. She was sure some of them had heard her screaming or crying, but none of them said anything and she did not blame them; her boyfriend did not look like a person to cross.<br><br>She brushed her hair out of her face as she stepped out of the apartment building. The sky was a bright, cloudless blue and the sun shone brightly down on the city below. The weather was the exact opposite of her mood. It always seemed to be sunny when she got out. It was never raining, or cloudy, it was always sunny. <br><br>She stepped off the steps and blended into the crowd of people moving down the street. The grocery store was only a few blocks away and would not take her long to get to. She dropped her eyes to the ground and blocked out the world around her as she always did. For years she had lived this way, and it did not look like it was changing anytime soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I want him dead (AidenConners and Merdoroli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 08:33:01</strong>
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				Ryan yawned and grabbed his shirt as he got up out of bed. It was fairly late in the day for anyone to just be waking up but as usual he'd partied up until late last night and so he had needed the sleep. He went to his kitchen and did a quick search for food. Finding his kitchen pretty barren he decided he'd have to run up to Wally-world and grab some food. Eggos sounded good about right now.<br><br>Ryan grabbed a tight t-shirt that showed off his impressive muscles that he worked so hard every day to keep sharp and a pair of loose jeans with a hidden knife pocket stitched on the inside. He'd made the pocket himself. Just so he'd always be prepared if he ever needed it. Then he hopped in the shower and shaved before going out to the local grocery store. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: I want him dead (AidenConners and Merdoroli)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AidenConners</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 16:50:17</strong>
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				Cheyenne ignored those who bumped into her on their rush to work, her ocean blue eyes glancing up occasionally when she was sure there was no one else’s eyes on her. She could only image what she looked like to others. She never worried about anyone talking to her. She didn’t think if she had saw herself on the street she would want to engage in conversation. The only people who tried to talk to her were the ones who worked in shops and that was only because they had to, otherwise they would have left her alone for sure. <br><br>&nbsp;She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tattered jeans, trying to keep warm in the chilly weather. She had not been given the money to buy a coat since hers had been ruined beyond repair the year before and would not get a new one until he decided she needed one. So far it had not been a problem, but when colder weather came it would become a bigger issue. She knew she would have to talk with him about it, but the thought of doing so scared her into pushing the thought from her mind. If she asked him at the wrong time, it would end up being something she regretted for days.<br><br>Cheyenne slowed her pace and looked up from the ground when she passed by some shops. She loved to look in the windows, even if she could not go inside to look around.&nbsp; She stopped in front of the fashion store she had admired so many times. She liked their clothes, but had never set foot in the store. By the time they had moved to this city, Cheyenne had been obeying every word he said and had never gone in any store he had not sent her to. He found reasons on his own to hurt her, she did not need to give him any.<br><br>She tore her eyes away from the store and continued down the street, glancing at the worn watch on her wrist for the time. It was only one, and tonight he would not be home until seven. Even though she knew there was no way for him to catch her around the city, she was still scared of disobeying. She couldn’t run away from him. She had tried once. He had his friends catch her and bring her back and after beating her for hours had threatened to kill her if she ever did it again; she had never doubted him on that. <br><br>Someone knocked into her, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward onto the ground. She grunted as she hit the ground, the sharp grain of concrete cutting into her palms. The crowd parted slightly and moved around her. This was turning out to be a perfect day. <br><br>She sighed and pushed herself to her feet, brushing her hands off on her faded jeans. The rest of the walk to the grocery store was uneventful. She grabbed a cart and slowly began to gather the items she bought every two weeks. She was not allowed to get anything else. <br>
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