[MUL] A Ring Means Forever
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				Title: <strong>[MUL] A Ring Means Forever</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>06-09-2008, 05:20:10</strong>
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				Rachel was a hard working girl, pulling doubles at the restaurant. Baby sitting her sisters twins. Balancing her schedule was not an easy task, she went to yoga once a week and then tried to fit in exercise Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Lately she had been missing more and more of these things she loved, life called. It happened. She was tired of life at the moment though. <br><br>Blond strands of hair were being pulled up into a high ponytail, working with food required hair to be up no matter how much more money you made with it down. She sighed as she wrapped the hair tie about the golden glimmering strands she worked with furiously. Make up was scattered about the dinner's bathroom counter, everything from cover up to eyelashes.<br><br>Her fingertips touched the liquid cover up as she stared in the mirror at her reflection. Bruises as dark as a storm sky were making themselves known more and more by the minute and she sighed, lightly touching the ice cold thick liquid to her already iced cheeks. She was glad that New York got so cold in the winter now, it made the pain numb away so she did not feel most of it, just a bit of discomfort. <br><br>It was not quite all gone but more than the amount of base she had on would be too obvious. Broadway had taught her how to apply make up flawlessly, a light layer of powder and a mix of teal and seaweed green eyeshadow hid the bits of bruise that shown through. Her boss would not be able to tell; she hoped as much.<br><br>She applied chapstick and mascara, completing the act before it had even began. She stared at the "perfect" girl that everyone was used to seeing and so began to act that should have landed her on the stage long ago. She loaded the junk she hated back into the back pack, though the make up saved her ass, she did not like to use any of that fake stuff. She had that natural beauty that made even the pretty girls admire her for mere seconds.<br><br>She left the restroom and slipped her bag under the long bar counter she knew well enough to not have to look when she did such things. She had worked here forever, knowing the place better than even the owner. She had watched multiple employees of all status come and go like moths drawn to a light, she had opted not to move up to manager, she did the job anyways but made more money as a waitress due to tips. Fuck salary.<br><br>Her shift started at noon and was over at eight, a long shift for normal people but a break for here. There were days when she did not get home until close which was one A.M. City life was made for her it seemed, though sometimes she wished her husband had chosen a more to itself place to live she loved it none the less. <br><br>Nicholas and Rachel were elementary school sweet hearts. Constant bickering through the younger grades had led them to date once reaching high school. It had been perfect for so long, they got an apartment together, a dog, two cars, and then eventually a house, and eventually wedding invitations were sent out to everyone they knew. <br><br>It was the perfect wedding, the two of them had spent more money on the damn thing than they had in buying their house. "You only get married once." She smiled at the thought of that. After hours of her feet aching, back screaming, and a million customers with screaming children or tourists, which were worse, she was slipping her time card through the clock out machine with a sigh of relief. She was done for the day. <br><br>Her mini cooper called to her through the glass of the window front diner, she slipped the gloves and coat on as she left, "Bye Lu.. See you tomorrow" The manager waved to her and went back to work. She was glad for back roads and alleys, it was a simple drive to avoid traffic but ten minutes extra was worth it to her. A cigarette was perched between her lips, window cracked and heater blasting at her face. <br><br>Wipes took the make up off before she got home, hating the way makeup felt on her after a day of hard work. The bruises had gotten worse through the day, her ribs were screaming at her now. She threw the half smoked cigarette out and winced in the movements, she had to hide it all day and now she did not have the effort anymore. She was in the privacy of her car now. She hated how music seemed to give you a sense of strength when on but once it was gone the fear was back again. <br><br>She took her hair down and sighed, prolonging entering the two story home. "Well.. honey Im home." She got out of the car then, locking it as she tiptoed through the snow in her none slip sneakers. You could still fall on ice in them; she had found that out when she bought them. "Nicholas.. I'm home." She slipped from the coat she was in and hung it on the hook, her gloves following into the pockets before she kicked her shoes off. <br><br>A feeling of warmth washed over her as she took a deep breath of her home, of his scent that lingered through the air, of the comfort. It never failed that as soon as she was inside that all the bad was gone even though it was where it had all started. She longed to set her eyes on him, to smile at him, to feel his arms wrap around her, to just be with him. It was sick in a way that she could not see.<br><br>Her toes and fingers were frozen and her nose red from the level of cold that filled the snowy air. Bits of slowly melting snow stuck in her hair as she locked the front door and put the chain through, she walked down the hallway and looked into the living room to see the fire, "Mmmm" she all but scurried to it as she held herself in the steady pace. It was so warm and she held her hands out to it, letting the warmth flood her front side as her eyes closed.&nbsp; "Thats nice" she whispered to the warmth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Ring Means Forever</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keiro</strong> on <strong>10-09-2008, 10:38:57</strong>
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				Work was something he hated. Dealing with non-technical people were, to him, the most boring thing. At his job, he was commonly known as a BOFH. A bastard operator from hell. And that was what he was, an operator from hell. At least, when it came to his work. Working as a IT tech support at his workplace was not conducive to his health, nor his mental health.<br><br>And that was what made him surly in the ensuing years after having married Rachel. He'd made sure that they had an incredible wedding. It was, in his opinion, a once in a lifetime event. Unless you happened to obtain a divorce, that is.<br><br>Driving back home was simple. His workplace wasn't too far from his home, but it was far enough to require a car. And now that he'd been released from his job, he gleefully came back home. He had plans, and he would make those plans a reality today.<br><br><em>She'd woken up first and had gone to take a shower. Ten minutes later, he woke up from his sleep and when he did not find the smell of breakfast being cooked hanging in the air as it usually did, he couldn't help but growl.</em> She's done it again... <em>Done what, was the question. This time, though, she'd not made breakfast for him like she usually did. That pissed him off.<br><br>So when she returned, he was sitting on the bed, now seemingly to be rather calm, which was usually the precursor to much more sinister things that were to come. In the most calmest voice he could muster, his tone of voice now rather dangerously quiet, "Why did you not make breakfast, first thing in the morning, as was your custom?" He wanted to know, curious, yet at the same time, there was that evil bubble of rage boiling in his stomach, threatening to burst open and fill his figure with its sweet, velvety feel of power.<br><br>Beautiful Rachel replied then, in an acidic yet defensive tone, "You were asleep... I was trying to let you sleep. Make your own damn breakfast if you're that hungry!" Her face was bruised, from the recent beatings. They looked beautiful on her, and he knew that even though she used the makeup to cover them up, she looked beautiful with and without the bruises. "And besides, I need to go to work early this morning. They called me in earlier than normal. You know this!"<br><br>It was true, but it still didn't excuse her from making breakfast for him. He did not care whether or not she had to get up earlier. "You could've set the clock earlier, you know. It's not that fucking hard, Rachel. Not that goddamned hard." It was here and now that his voice roughened, yet he was still sitting on the bed, a red flush coming to his cheeks as he stared at Rachel with his blue-green eyes.<br><br>"No, of course it isn't. But I needed to be there early and I didn't want to show up at work tired and looking like shit." She glared at him then, folding her arms beneath her breasts, shifting her stance a bit. Then she shook her head, continuing, "And you know you've told me to never wake you up!" She knew this to be true, and had learned it the hard way. Any time she woke him up for any other reason than an emergency and sex was usually met with wrath.<br><br>He stood up then, walking to her. He could not stand it now, when she gave him this type of bullshit. She knew better, and so did he. A hand came up then, moving to strike her across the cheek, hard and fast while he growled out, "You know goddamned well better than to pull that shit on me!" Then he proceeded to beat her.<br><br>Then he took hold of her hair and pulled her hair back, making her look at the ceiling, leaning in while pressing his body against her, whispering harshly in her ear, "Are you going to do this again, Rachel?" It was dependent on her answer that she would or wouldn't be abused further.</em><br><br>Suffice it to say, he'd beaten her. She'd gone to work and now...<br><br>He arrived at their home, quickly locking the car and setting the alarm on, listening to the satisfying <em>blipblip</em> that was the car alarm's acknowledgment. It always made him feel satisfied at hearing that sound.<br><br>Then he walked into the house, closing the door and walking into their bedroom to change into more of a home-suitable set of clothes. A white t-shirt and black pants was his usual home attire. His boots were left near the door's entrance for ease of location and remembering where it was.<br><br>Then he walked back out and into the kitchen to start the lengthy process of making home-made chicken-alfredo fettucini. It would take a while, the pasta being made first in a deep pot of water until the time came for it to be drained, while the sauce that were made from scratch. Then the chicken was added in, at the end, with the boneless chicken breasts cut up into cubes after being thoroughly cooked to perfection.<br><br>Ladling the entire meals out onto the plates he'd arranged was a simple task, adding parmesan cheese to the top.<br><br>Finally, he brought the hot meals to the table and set them accordingly, lighting up candles and setting soft music in play while he waited, seated, for Rachel to come home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Ring Means Forever</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>15-09-2008, 07:50:58</strong>
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				Rachel stood in front of the fire for a few minutes, enjoying the tendrils of heat that crawled around her. She loved the winter; it had always been her favorite season. She remembered the first time she had ever laid her eyes on snow. It had stolen her breath, much as it did to this day.&nbsp; It was always something that amazed her, it brought couples closer by fires, and families closer to a tree. It seemed to spread warmth with the cold it brought.<br><br><em></em>It had been the first day back at school from the Thanksgiving holidays; she had been a little girl then.&nbsp; She had been young enough that she could not remember the exact grade but she remembered key points of that day. Things that were sporadic or blurry but still a memory that she was glad she had.<br><br>She had been sitting at the small desks that the whole lid opened on, a single classroom with fifteen students. They had just woken up from their daily nap scheduling and were doing a sort of play time. It was all about sharing if she remembered correctly, she had been a loner. None of the kids really liked her much, some even picked on her because of the bruises she had.<br><br>She was a troubled girl with a mother who was excellent at excuses. “She was playing with the kids next door.”&nbsp; “We went to the park and she fell off the slide, clumsy little thing.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Or the classic&nbsp; “she fell down the stairs.” They had a one story house. Her multiple father figures had been abusive to both her and her mother. She stayed to herself then, knowing daddy would be mad if she made friends and they found out.<br><br>She had been standing by herself, looking outside when all of a sudden a few snowflakes drifted by, she had thought it a reflection but the more and more came in moments. Tiny hazel eyes widened with shock as she watched this in silence for a good thirty minutes. A slow spreading white blanket covering the playground she had been longing to get to. <br><br>It had dazzled her to the point where she had pressed her hand to the glass as her other hand covered her mouth. Bruises were seen along her forearm for a moment before the long sleeve settled. “Wow” she whispered to herself, the breath fogging the window.&nbsp; She had never seen snow before. <br><br>Nicholas had been one of the boys in class; he sat at the five table group with her.&nbsp; Everyday she stood at the window if not outside and if they were outside she sat under a tree holding a book she could not read. She stared at the words without understanding, knowing one day she would read it. He walked up beside her and then smiled at the reflection of her in the glass. <br><br>“Haven’t you seen snow before Rachel?” She gasped and looked at him, taking her hand from the glass as if she had done something wrong. “N-n-no.” She stuttered over her words and then bit her lip, her eyes unable to not drift back to the window of falling flakes of cotton.&nbsp; The boy smiled at her and looked through the window with her. <br><br>The teacher, having noticed the pair, walked to them after helping one of the crying toddlers who had scraped their knee. “What is it kids?” She looked through the window then and smiled real big, “My children, it’s snowing!”&nbsp; She watched them all rush to the window but failed to see the class bully, Morgan, shove Rachel down to the ground. <br><br>The little girl hit the ground, blond curls shifting a bit. Tears filled her eyes but she dare not cry, crying only got her hurt at home. She figured it would do the same here.&nbsp; She looked up then, barely able to see the falling snow through the top of the window when she felt herself being helped up. She blinked and looked to the boy she had been talking to. “I’m Nicholas.” She smiled then, wiping the tears away. <em></em><br><br>She smiled a bit, wondering what had happened to the boy she fell in love with over the school years. She knew she had to make dinner, figuring Nic was in his study as always she went up stairs and changed into pajama pants and a spaghetti strap shirt since it was warm in the house.&nbsp; White silk like material shimmered as she walked; catching little particles of light which made the small pandas printed all over the pants stand out more. She loved these things; she had gotten them as a present from him while in high school.<br><br>She went down the stairs quietly, years of doing this making it easy to move around the house with out making a sound. Nic liked his peace and quiet after a long day at work, she sighed a bit. His job was so stressful on him; she rubbed her cheek idly as the memories of this morning flashed through her mind.<br><br><em></em>She had woken up before her alarm went off; work having phoned her the night before. She had agreed to come in early on her only short day of the week. Linda had called in sick, again. She got up then, taking a shower since it was earlier than she had been supposed to get up she figured she would have enough time, if she hurried, to still make her husband breakfast. He loved her cooking. <br><br>She had hurried in the shower, not bothering with make up or hair styling since she wanted this morning to be okay. She opened the door to find him sitting on the bed. ‘Shit’ she thought to herself.&nbsp; His words burned her much like acid would, “Y-You were asleep…I was trying to let you sleep baby.” She doubted he had heard the term of endearment since his face spoke of the venom bubbling in his core. She took the defensive as he gave her the “I don’t give a shit” look.&nbsp; “Make your own damn breakfast if you’re that hungry.” She had crossed her arms then, shaking her head.&nbsp; <br><br>She had not had time to finish her sentence so she couldn’t explain that she had gotten up early before she felt the harsh backhand. Her face had jerked to the side then, pain swelling on the already bruised cheek. She winced as tears built in her eyes; she refused him the gift of her tears though. She looked to him with disgust, he had promised her no more. “Never again my love” he had whispered to her in bed the night before. <br><br>The look set him off more though, she could not stop him. She was too small and him to vicious. Her cries were never heard, and if they were no one wanted to get involved. She had felt her ribs slam into the corner of the bathroom door frame, wincing in pain as the wind was stolen from her. She grabbed her side then, doubling over in pain. She felt him grab the arm at the bicep harshly and jerk her up which made it even harder for her to catch her breath. <br><br>She jerked and pulled, trying to get free. “Nic! Stop! Please! IM SORRY! LET ME GO!” She hit at his chest then, his grip having a bone breaking strength to it if she moved more. Nicholas had grasped her other hand then and she thrashed despite the pain. “STOP!!” she screamed then. He picked her up and through her into the closet door, hearing the wood bend and crack in protest as she collided with it with an amazing strength.<br><br>He had grabbed her hair then, tears finally streaming down her black and blue cheeks, he spoke to her and she did not answer. To afraid to speak because even when he asked her to speak she was punished for something she said. He took it as disrespect either way as of late. He threw her down to the ground, her form crumbling at the knees so she could not catch herself. She felt her wrist protest as her palm slammed to the ground and she cowered.<br><br>He kicked her while she was down then; if the ribs had not been cracked from hitting the corner they would be now. She had lost count of how many times her kicked her. How many times he slapped her, punched her, and smiled at her. It was made her want to hurl as the pain built and built. She had been limp by the time he had stopped, he gripped her then and she dare not fight as he led her to the kitchen. “Now cook Rachel. You’re running out of time and I am hungry.”<br><br>She cried silently, forcing her body to do the movements that required little to no stretching at all which seemed like leaps and bounds to her. She had made him a flawless breakfast, opting to not eat since she had 20 minutes to get to work and look decent. It was a ten minute drive. <em></em><br><br>She was walking through the second living room when the scent caught her attention. She was entering the kitchen when it was in full. She looked around and saw that the kitchen was clean and dishwasher was running. ‘What?’ she thought to herself; she did that a lot. She moved through the kitchen and the smell seemed to make her stomach growl in protest since she had not eaten all day.<br><br>She followed the smells, her eyes closed since she knew her own home well enough to maneuver it without any effort at all. She had decorated most of it. It was rather nice, nothing being cheap but real. The woods stained and shinned to perfection, the couches all top dollar leather, the pool table being the biggest the store had with the nicest set of claws at the bottom Rachel’s money could buy; she had gotten it for Nicholas for his birthday one year. <br><br>She smiled as she heard the music, slipping her figure into the dinning room. He was sitting at the table, candle light flicker over his beautiful face. She felt tears slip to her eyes. She knew he did not mean it, she knew he loved her more than air itself. She walked to him, forgiving in her nature, and kissed him softly. She winced a bit, the pressure hurting but she kissed him still. “I love you.” She smiled and moved to sit down where he had set her plate, a table meant for six with a chair at each end. <br><br>They sat at the table like this every night, she smelled the food. “Mmm it smells so good.” She took a bite then, sighing in relief. “Perfecto.” She looked to him, happiness slipping over her battered features, and now, more fragile form.&nbsp; This was the boy she had fallen in love with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [MUL] A Ring Means Forever</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keiro</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 00:38:09</strong>
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				As she kissed him, he felt the wince. A soft sigh of regret came, the feeling of regret for hurting her filling him. He'd hurted her far too much and had oftentimes shown her that he felt sorry for what he'd done. Too, he often gave her the time to heal, lavishing lots of attention on her. Then when she no longer winced in pain for what he'd done to her, he tended to continue lavishing more attention on her.<br><br>He kissed her back, eyes seeming to be filled with tears as she moved back to her seat. It was clear that he would be taking care of her.<br><br><em>Is it possible that I could break her?</em> He thought it more than possible. He knew that he'd almost broken her a few times. Always, when he came close to that point, he backed off. It was one of his redeeming qualities, he supposed. It was clear that he didn't want to break her. And whenever he did, by accident or being too far into his rage, he always took care of her so well that it actually helped her get better, with his attention.<br><br>Now, with the memory of seeing the pool table that she'd purchased for him so many years ago, he couldn't help but smile at the memory. <em>We were playing pool and often laughed, drunk of course. We'd dance playfully while others played pool with us. And we'd have a fun time, cheering every time someone got one of the balls into the pool table goals.</em> It was amusing, the memory now. The thought that they were covered with water, beer and tears. Tears of laughter, happiness and occasionally, sorrow. But more often than not, it was happiness and laughter.<br><br>They'd occasionally kiss the winner. If the winner was male, she kissed. If the winner was female, the two of them often, for some reason he didn't remember at the time, would decide which one of them would kiss, eventually ending up having both of them kiss her. It was funny, really, the sight of their female friend getting kisses from both of the house's owners.<br><br>Finally, he snapped out of the memory, only to smile as he heard her say "perfecto." It pleased him that she loved the meal, and so... he began the meal with her, eating, smiling as he listened to their favorite music together. "Yes... it is perfect."<br><br><em>I will change...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [MUL] A Ring Means Forever</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaienah</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 03:13:23</strong>
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				Rachel ate the pasta in silence, listening to the music flow around her like a gentle breeze. She was always fond of it, the peace during a meal. She Kept glancing to him, a smile covering for the few tears she shed with each movement of her arm and wrist that seemed to strain her ribs ever more. She did not want him to see her wince, the tears she could let her hair cover but the twitches and moans of pain she could surely set aside until she took a bath.<br><br>Her mind kept averting to other times he had done this, the other meals that were as elaborate as this. She stared at the bowls he used every time, the special occasion set. She was always so fond of them and it made her happy to eat from them but with each time they were brought out she was reminded of the harsh times though she never ever let him know so he would not be upset. She hated when he was upset. She always made him upset.<br><br>She remembered the nonsense fights and the bullshit excuses. Dirty laundry, a smart remark when she first woke up, a disapproving glance at his newly developed habit, or even a glance he said she bestowed upon another man when she stared at the ground or at him all the time when they were out less it be a woman friend. She dared not have a close male friend after what had happened to the last one.<br><br><em>They had been playing pool on a Saturday, full filling the tradition of weekends at the home. The many friends they had from work and other various places all looked forward to this, it was a good time guarantee. Every weekend there would be beer, wine, food, and games out the ass. Pool, poker, darts, and karaoke once. It made sense that adults could do such things and not let it get out of control.<br><br>She had been bent over the pool table, aiming for the eight ball in the left corner pocket. Looking up to her Nick she winked at him, but Alex&nbsp; just to the right of him and from the angle Nick had thought she winked at her co-worker. Rachel would never have done that though, she had been Nick's since grade school and loved him so much that she barely noticed anything else but him when he was in the room.<br><br>The night had dulled on, Nick's attitude toward Alex growing steadily short until the beer made it slip in him. The anger she hoped no one else would ever see in their lives. He had taken the pool stick and broke it over Alex's back, successfully taking him to the ground where he started to beat him, kick him, and break leg and arm. He ranted aloud on how he was looking at his girl and when Rachel ran to try and snap him out of hit he had back handed her so harshly she did a full 180 and hit the floor. The sound of her jaw popping out of place echoed louder than Alex's moans and cries for help. <br><br>Nick's friends managed to get him off, having to knock him out with a good hit to the nose so he would stop. She was seeing triple of everything, hearing the voices blur around her and when she was too she was looking up at Kerrigan hovering over her. He was a doctor in the real world and warned her of pain, which she only the end of, before he had popped her jaw back in place. She cried out and jerked harshly and it was only then that Kerrigan noticed the bruises under sleeves and along her chest from a previous fight. <br><br>Shaking her head quickly she dismissed it as shaking off the pain before she was standing and crumbling back to her knees. The doctor caught her and had the boys move Nick to his bed, begging Rachel to tell him something but she denied anything had ever happened between them like this.&nbsp; She put a ice pack on it and escorted them all out only to come home to steak and spaghetti the next night on this very china.</em><br><br>Rachel finished her food, wondering if things would ever change as she smiled to him across the table. "Thank you my love." her voice was so tender it carried like a birds song to his ears. "It was so wonderful." She stood then, taking her dish to the sink where she wiped tears away and cleaned her plate to put it away silently, still longing for that bath. She peaked back in the room and told him she was going to bathe and walked up stairs to run the bathe water as hot as she could stand it.
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