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“Penelope, I have something to tell you…” Bob shifted uncomfortably in the bed while Pen changed into her pajamas.
“What is it?” she asked, climbing into the warm bed with Bob and getting comfortable.
“I--Well…today, I--I--” Bob took a deep breath and tried to sort what he was going to say. Like a band-aid, you just gotta do it as quickly as possible. He sighed. “Margot kissed me today.”
Pen froze and stiffened against him. Kiss? Margot? Kiss? “What?” she asked shakily.
“She kissed me.” Bob felt his heart break at Penelope’s silence, almost wishing he hadn’t brought it up. “We were just sitting there, talking, and she kissed me.”
Pen finally found her voice. “Where were you?”
“We were at Meadow Pointe.”
Pen’s temper flared at his stupidity and Margot’s sluttiness. “Are you fucking kidding me!” she yelled, startling Bob and causing him to cower against the wall. “It doesn’t take a fucking brain surgeon to know just by the name that that’s a make-out spot! Why the fuck would you do that? Why would you go there with that whore?”
“I’m sorry, Penelope. I didn’t give myself time to think--”
“Time to think? Are you fucking kidding me, Robert? Why would you go anywhere alone with her?”
“I didn’t think I would let anything happen--”
“Oh, really? Well, guess what, Robert: it fucking happened! Why wouldn’t you have told me about this sooner?”
“I tried, but then we got interrupted and I was waiting until we were alone.”
Pen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “What happened,” she asked quietly, trying to be calm.
“Well, we were sitting there, and then Margot just climbs on top of me and kisses me. I pushed her away, and she told me that I wouldn’t be able to resist her forever. I told her that I love you, and then I walked home.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She said--she told me that you don’t know me like she does.”
Pen’s temper flew all over again and she stomped over to their bedroom door.
“Don’t know you like she does? Ha! That’s a fucking laugh! I tell you what, I’ll let her know the fucking pavement on her face, or my foot in her throat, how does she like that!”
Bob jumped off the bed and grabbed his fiancée around the waist. She pulled roughly out of his embrace, but sat down on the edge of the bed. She was breathing deeply, shakily, and she didn’t look up when Bob sat next to her.
“Don’t cry, Penelope,” he soothed. “Please. I’m so sorry. I could never apologize enough for what happened.”
“I--I--I--” Pen gasped out, beginning to sob a little and tear up. “I just--I don’t want to lose you!” she wailed. “I just can’t! I don’t know what I’d do without you. But--but I can’t--compete against Margot!” Bob slipped his arms around her and rocked her gently back and forth.
“Stop…stop…” he cooed. “Don’t even think that for a second. You’re a hundred times as beautiful as Margot, inside and out. And don’t ever think for a minute that I’ll ever leave you.”
Bob and Pen went to sleep, dried tears still stiff on Pen’s cheeks.
She fell into a fitful sleep, and woke up an awful sight the next morning. Her hair was matted to her face, stuck with dried tears, her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her nose was still stuffed. She felt the bed next to her; empty and cold. “Bob,” she croaked, barely louder than a whisper. “Bob?”
She got out of bed and made her way downstairs, stopping when she saw Margot in the kitchen, deep in conversation with Bob about something that seemed very serious. They stopped talking when Pen entered.
“What’s going on?” Pen looked at them both with a furrowed brow, confused.
“Penelope.” Any softness in her fiancé’s voice was gone; it was replaced with cold steel. “We have to talk.”
Her stomach plummeted. Talk? “W-what?”
“Margot and I have been talking, and we need to stop pretending.” Gazing into Bob’s eyes, Pen saw nothing there but passive un-feeling.
“Are--are you serious?” Pen wasn’t comprehending what was happening.
“Very. Margot and I are in love, Pen. We can’t keep it hidden any longer. I’m sorry we had to break it to you like this.” But neither of them looked sorry; on the contrary, they were both emotionless and cold. Unforgiving.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak (pointless though it was; her vocal chords weren’t working, anyway), Frank, Mikey, Gerard, and even Ray walked in. They all wore the same expressions (or lack thereof).
“We have to talk to you too, Pen,” Gerard said in a monotonous tone.
“We can’t be your friends anymore, Pen,” Frank said, looking down on her coldly.
“B-b-but…why?”
Mikey piped up; sweet, innocent, caring, kind Mikey. He was just as heartless as the rest. “You know why, Pen.”
She did? Why? What could it possibly be? Was it the drugs? That was so long ago…But, once a drug-addict, always a drug-addict, right? No! No…she had stopped all that. But she had gotten drunk…No! She’d just had a sip…a few sips…a few glasses…a lot.
Pen wanted to cry, wanted to scream, and beg forgiveness…but she didn’t deserve it. She admitted it to herself with more ease than she would have liked. Of course she didn’t deserve their friendship, or their kindness, or anything. She hadn’t deserved it from the beginning. It was a joke to think that she would ever have been able to make it work.
“So just leave.” Margot chipped in, looking uncharacteristically impassive at Pen.
“Yeah. Please leave.”
“Get out.
“Just go.”
“There’s the door.”
“And don’t come back.”
Pen wanted to move, wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t move. Her feet were rooted to the spot, and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She tried to move, yell, scream, wave her arms, run, anything. She just couldn’t. “No…” she whispered, cowering as everyone sneered down on her. “No…No…No…” She was trying to pick up the volume, but could barely raiser her voice above a ghost of a murmur. “No…No…” She kept trying. “No…No…No…”
“NO!” Pen shot out of bed, cold sweat coating her skin and goose-bumps erupting all over her flesh. She felt the bed beside her and was filled with rushing relief when she discovered Bob to still be there. Tears began to coarse down her cheek, dropping off her chin and onto the bed sheets.
“Penelope?” Bob rasped, sitting up in bed, confused. “Are you alright?”
“Robert!” Pen cried, flinging herself at her fiancé. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and cried into his chest. He embraced her out of habit and stroked her hair, calmly trying to soothe her. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me! Don’t make me go! Don’t! Please! Please! Please!”
“I already told you, Penelope,” Bob cooed. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I’ll always love you, no matter what. Please don’t forget that.”
“Mhmm…” Pen gulped, nuzzling Bob’s shirt. He lay back down and held her in his arms, waiting until she fell asleep before he also drifted off.
Meh...I feel so blocked with this story, like it's just complete fluff and fillers...ugh...I feel like a terrible writer at the moment. Not that I'm begging sympathy, mind you, I'm just letting you know the situation.
So, did you see that coming? The whole dream thing? I'm usually not a big fan of dreams just because they confuse people, but what the hell. The next chapter will a real one, I PROMISE! I'm developing an idea for it, and I just have figure out how I'm going to write it out. So yeah. I felt like I had something else to say, but I can't remember...Oh well. Go comment, por favor. OverAndOutxx
“What is it?” she asked, climbing into the warm bed with Bob and getting comfortable.
“I--Well…today, I--I--” Bob took a deep breath and tried to sort what he was going to say. Like a band-aid, you just gotta do it as quickly as possible. He sighed. “Margot kissed me today.”
Pen froze and stiffened against him. Kiss? Margot? Kiss? “What?” she asked shakily.
“She kissed me.” Bob felt his heart break at Penelope’s silence, almost wishing he hadn’t brought it up. “We were just sitting there, talking, and she kissed me.”
Pen finally found her voice. “Where were you?”
“We were at Meadow Pointe.”
Pen’s temper flared at his stupidity and Margot’s sluttiness. “Are you fucking kidding me!” she yelled, startling Bob and causing him to cower against the wall. “It doesn’t take a fucking brain surgeon to know just by the name that that’s a make-out spot! Why the fuck would you do that? Why would you go there with that whore?”
“I’m sorry, Penelope. I didn’t give myself time to think--”
“Time to think? Are you fucking kidding me, Robert? Why would you go anywhere alone with her?”
“I didn’t think I would let anything happen--”
“Oh, really? Well, guess what, Robert: it fucking happened! Why wouldn’t you have told me about this sooner?”
“I tried, but then we got interrupted and I was waiting until we were alone.”
Pen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “What happened,” she asked quietly, trying to be calm.
“Well, we were sitting there, and then Margot just climbs on top of me and kisses me. I pushed her away, and she told me that I wouldn’t be able to resist her forever. I told her that I love you, and then I walked home.”
“Did she say anything?”
“She said--she told me that you don’t know me like she does.”
Pen’s temper flew all over again and she stomped over to their bedroom door.
“Don’t know you like she does? Ha! That’s a fucking laugh! I tell you what, I’ll let her know the fucking pavement on her face, or my foot in her throat, how does she like that!”
Bob jumped off the bed and grabbed his fiancée around the waist. She pulled roughly out of his embrace, but sat down on the edge of the bed. She was breathing deeply, shakily, and she didn’t look up when Bob sat next to her.
“Don’t cry, Penelope,” he soothed. “Please. I’m so sorry. I could never apologize enough for what happened.”
“I--I--I--” Pen gasped out, beginning to sob a little and tear up. “I just--I don’t want to lose you!” she wailed. “I just can’t! I don’t know what I’d do without you. But--but I can’t--compete against Margot!” Bob slipped his arms around her and rocked her gently back and forth.
“Stop…stop…” he cooed. “Don’t even think that for a second. You’re a hundred times as beautiful as Margot, inside and out. And don’t ever think for a minute that I’ll ever leave you.”
Bob and Pen went to sleep, dried tears still stiff on Pen’s cheeks.
She fell into a fitful sleep, and woke up an awful sight the next morning. Her hair was matted to her face, stuck with dried tears, her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her nose was still stuffed. She felt the bed next to her; empty and cold. “Bob,” she croaked, barely louder than a whisper. “Bob?”
She got out of bed and made her way downstairs, stopping when she saw Margot in the kitchen, deep in conversation with Bob about something that seemed very serious. They stopped talking when Pen entered.
“What’s going on?” Pen looked at them both with a furrowed brow, confused.
“Penelope.” Any softness in her fiancé’s voice was gone; it was replaced with cold steel. “We have to talk.”
Her stomach plummeted. Talk? “W-what?”
“Margot and I have been talking, and we need to stop pretending.” Gazing into Bob’s eyes, Pen saw nothing there but passive un-feeling.
“Are--are you serious?” Pen wasn’t comprehending what was happening.
“Very. Margot and I are in love, Pen. We can’t keep it hidden any longer. I’m sorry we had to break it to you like this.” But neither of them looked sorry; on the contrary, they were both emotionless and cold. Unforgiving.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak (pointless though it was; her vocal chords weren’t working, anyway), Frank, Mikey, Gerard, and even Ray walked in. They all wore the same expressions (or lack thereof).
“We have to talk to you too, Pen,” Gerard said in a monotonous tone.
“We can’t be your friends anymore, Pen,” Frank said, looking down on her coldly.
“B-b-but…why?”
Mikey piped up; sweet, innocent, caring, kind Mikey. He was just as heartless as the rest. “You know why, Pen.”
She did? Why? What could it possibly be? Was it the drugs? That was so long ago…But, once a drug-addict, always a drug-addict, right? No! No…she had stopped all that. But she had gotten drunk…No! She’d just had a sip…a few sips…a few glasses…a lot.
Pen wanted to cry, wanted to scream, and beg forgiveness…but she didn’t deserve it. She admitted it to herself with more ease than she would have liked. Of course she didn’t deserve their friendship, or their kindness, or anything. She hadn’t deserved it from the beginning. It was a joke to think that she would ever have been able to make it work.
“So just leave.” Margot chipped in, looking uncharacteristically impassive at Pen.
“Yeah. Please leave.”
“Get out.
“Just go.”
“There’s the door.”
“And don’t come back.”
Pen wanted to move, wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but she couldn’t move. Her feet were rooted to the spot, and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe. She tried to move, yell, scream, wave her arms, run, anything. She just couldn’t. “No…” she whispered, cowering as everyone sneered down on her. “No…No…No…” She was trying to pick up the volume, but could barely raiser her voice above a ghost of a murmur. “No…No…” She kept trying. “No…No…No…”
“NO!” Pen shot out of bed, cold sweat coating her skin and goose-bumps erupting all over her flesh. She felt the bed beside her and was filled with rushing relief when she discovered Bob to still be there. Tears began to coarse down her cheek, dropping off her chin and onto the bed sheets.
“Penelope?” Bob rasped, sitting up in bed, confused. “Are you alright?”
“Robert!” Pen cried, flinging herself at her fiancé. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and cried into his chest. He embraced her out of habit and stroked her hair, calmly trying to soothe her. “Please,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me! Don’t make me go! Don’t! Please! Please! Please!”
“I already told you, Penelope,” Bob cooed. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I’ll always love you, no matter what. Please don’t forget that.”
“Mhmm…” Pen gulped, nuzzling Bob’s shirt. He lay back down and held her in his arms, waiting until she fell asleep before he also drifted off.
Meh...I feel so blocked with this story, like it's just complete fluff and fillers...ugh...I feel like a terrible writer at the moment. Not that I'm begging sympathy, mind you, I'm just letting you know the situation.
So, did you see that coming? The whole dream thing? I'm usually not a big fan of dreams just because they confuse people, but what the hell. The next chapter will a real one, I PROMISE! I'm developing an idea for it, and I just have figure out how I'm going to write it out. So yeah. I felt like I had something else to say, but I can't remember...Oh well. Go comment, por favor. OverAndOutxx
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