About Damn Time.
OOOKAY So we are a day late buuuut...... here is the first and probably last excerpt to Googly! Afterall, it comes out on Friday! Enjoy!
Forgoing the napkin altogether, Claire placed a hand over her mouth and wiped it clean, “Well. Time to go.” She muttered before pushing herself to her feet. Walking away she bumped against his back. Stumbling back a bit, she glared up at him, “Why did you stop?!”
Pushing past, she hurried up the creaky steps shaking her head. Her stomach bubbled causing her to feel as though she was going to lose her lunch. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she glanced back at him to make sure he followed and hurried to their broom closet bathroom.
“Oh god.” She groaned out loud while her knees hit the floor in front of the porcelain. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the crust beneath the seat. What should have made her even sicker, dried up what ill feelings she had. There was no way she would vomit there. Coughing instead, she pressed an arm against her mouth and gagged
.
Garret squatted near her before he pulled on her arm and brought her to her feet, “Hey! Are you crazy? It’s disgusting down there!” Leading her out of the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the bed. With a quick glance, he walked across the room, grabbed a bucket that was clearly intended to catch dripping water from the leaky ceiling, and pushed it in her lap, “Use this instead.” He said.
Snot ran from her nose as she continuously wiped it away. A person couldn't even throw up properly in this hell hole. From the crying, the heat, the walking, and dinner, there was a hard thudding against her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut in the palm of her hand as she sighed, "What purgatory is this? I just want to..." Her words fell away when she peered into the bucket and saw eyes looking back at her.
"GRAAAAH!!!! Kill it! Kill it!" She called throwing it across the room with a metal clang.
At her sudden panicked flurry, Garret froze in shock, “What! What is it?!” he called in fear of something more serious. Two large spiders scurried from within the bucket running in opposite directions; one losing itself under the bed.
Another shriek echoed in the room. Her small body pushed itself across the mattress and over the edge. Her back hit against Garret's makeshift bed with a thump. Groaning out loud, her feet and legs were propped in the air, "Ow. H-help!"
About to make a smart-ass comment, he then heard her feeble call. Blowing out, he walked around the side of the bed only to find her folded in on herself. He couldn’t help the laugh echoing through the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?! IT'S NOT FUNNY JERK!" she complained in a burst of anger. Even so, she still held her arms up for his assistance like the damsel she was.
Still chuckling, he did what she asked and picked her up in his arms. Her legs hung over his elbows while his arm steadied her back. She was light, small, and fit in his hold perfectly. He could sustain her in the air without much of a struggle. “Little princess.” He thought to himself causing him to laugh once more.
Gazing into her face, closer than he had before, he arched an eyebrow, “Are you going to live? If you’re so worried about bugs, good luck trying to sleep.” He said.
All fell on deaf ears. Her cheeks sucked in as she looked into his eyes. With her nostrils stretched to the max, her eyelids fell shut, "If you're...here...WHO IS KILLING THE SPIDERS?!?!" She exclaimed throwing her head back with a whine.
Garret released a long sigh amid her fussing. He turned and dropped her onto the bed with a puff of dust escaping from the fibers, “Good question, especially since I’M sleeping on the floor, right?” he asked bitterly.
"Oof!! Hey! Watch it you googly eyed brute!" She shouted with a cough.
He shook out a rag and started to look around for insects because the last thing he wanted was to be woken up by her screaming.
She pushed herself on her knees and watched him tear the room apart with a flat, faded pillow locked in her grip, "Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it yet?" She repeated as her gaze darted to every dark crack and crevice he revealed.
Before she was able to ask again, three booming knocks sounded against the door, "What did we tell ye about premarital sex in this house?!" The woman bellowed. It was beyond obvious that this woman didn't know what sexual bliss sounded like. Knocking again, the woman's masculine tone followed, "Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge!
Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband!" She chanted off verse after verse.
Claire's eyes were wide as the thoughts of spiders attacking in the night began to close in on her. She slowly rose to her feet on the mattress and threw her head back, "Where are they!? What is this place!? We are going to die!!!" She hollered.
That only caused the woman to pound on the door once more, "I don’t know what kind of sick games ye two play in yer house of depravity, but not here!! Stop now!! Do you hear me?!"
“Jesus Christ.” Garret muttered under his breath. As the woman spouted off her delusions with Claire adding to the hysterics, he had to ask himself how the hell he ended up in this mess. Squashing a spider, two roaches, and a centipede, he balled up the rag and threw it in the corner.
Claire jumped with a hitched yelp as the cloth flew across the room. She pressed her knuckles over her mouth, “Are you sure you got everything!?! What was in that?!” she asked loudly in contest with the woman.
Turning, he wrapped his arm around her and pressed a hand to her mouth which caused her to narrow her eyes, “Shh.” He said dropping her.
She fell onto the bed with her lips curled into a frown as he dealt with the devil’s advocate.
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Forgoing the napkin altogether, Claire placed a hand over her mouth and wiped it clean, “Well. Time to go.” She muttered before pushing herself to her feet. Walking away she bumped against his back. Stumbling back a bit, she glared up at him, “Why did you stop?!”
Pushing past, she hurried up the creaky steps shaking her head. Her stomach bubbled causing her to feel as though she was going to lose her lunch. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she glanced back at him to make sure he followed and hurried to their broom closet bathroom.
“Oh god.” She groaned out loud while her knees hit the floor in front of the porcelain. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the crust beneath the seat. What should have made her even sicker, dried up what ill feelings she had. There was no way she would vomit there. Coughing instead, she pressed an arm against her mouth and gagged
.
Garret squatted near her before he pulled on her arm and brought her to her feet, “Hey! Are you crazy? It’s disgusting down there!” Leading her out of the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the bed. With a quick glance, he walked across the room, grabbed a bucket that was clearly intended to catch dripping water from the leaky ceiling, and pushed it in her lap, “Use this instead.” He said.
Snot ran from her nose as she continuously wiped it away. A person couldn't even throw up properly in this hell hole. From the crying, the heat, the walking, and dinner, there was a hard thudding against her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut in the palm of her hand as she sighed, "What purgatory is this? I just want to..." Her words fell away when she peered into the bucket and saw eyes looking back at her.
"GRAAAAH!!!! Kill it! Kill it!" She called throwing it across the room with a metal clang.
At her sudden panicked flurry, Garret froze in shock, “What! What is it?!” he called in fear of something more serious. Two large spiders scurried from within the bucket running in opposite directions; one losing itself under the bed.
Another shriek echoed in the room. Her small body pushed itself across the mattress and over the edge. Her back hit against Garret's makeshift bed with a thump. Groaning out loud, her feet and legs were propped in the air, "Ow. H-help!"
About to make a smart-ass comment, he then heard her feeble call. Blowing out, he walked around the side of the bed only to find her folded in on herself. He couldn’t help the laugh echoing through the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?! IT'S NOT FUNNY JERK!" she complained in a burst of anger. Even so, she still held her arms up for his assistance like the damsel she was.
Still chuckling, he did what she asked and picked her up in his arms. Her legs hung over his elbows while his arm steadied her back. She was light, small, and fit in his hold perfectly. He could sustain her in the air without much of a struggle. “Little princess.” He thought to himself causing him to laugh once more.
Gazing into her face, closer than he had before, he arched an eyebrow, “Are you going to live? If you’re so worried about bugs, good luck trying to sleep.” He said.
All fell on deaf ears. Her cheeks sucked in as she looked into his eyes. With her nostrils stretched to the max, her eyelids fell shut, "If you're...here...WHO IS KILLING THE SPIDERS?!?!" She exclaimed throwing her head back with a whine.
Garret released a long sigh amid her fussing. He turned and dropped her onto the bed with a puff of dust escaping from the fibers, “Good question, especially since I’M sleeping on the floor, right?” he asked bitterly.
"Oof!! Hey! Watch it you googly eyed brute!" She shouted with a cough.
He shook out a rag and started to look around for insects because the last thing he wanted was to be woken up by her screaming.
She pushed herself on her knees and watched him tear the room apart with a flat, faded pillow locked in her grip, "Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it yet?" She repeated as her gaze darted to every dark crack and crevice he revealed.
Before she was able to ask again, three booming knocks sounded against the door, "What did we tell ye about premarital sex in this house?!" The woman bellowed. It was beyond obvious that this woman didn't know what sexual bliss sounded like. Knocking again, the woman's masculine tone followed, "Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge!
Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband!" She chanted off verse after verse.
Claire's eyes were wide as the thoughts of spiders attacking in the night began to close in on her. She slowly rose to her feet on the mattress and threw her head back, "Where are they!? What is this place!? We are going to die!!!" She hollered.
That only caused the woman to pound on the door once more, "I don’t know what kind of sick games ye two play in yer house of depravity, but not here!! Stop now!! Do you hear me?!"
“Jesus Christ.” Garret muttered under his breath. As the woman spouted off her delusions with Claire adding to the hysterics, he had to ask himself how the hell he ended up in this mess. Squashing a spider, two roaches, and a centipede, he balled up the rag and threw it in the corner.
Claire jumped with a hitched yelp as the cloth flew across the room. She pressed her knuckles over her mouth, “Are you sure you got everything!?! What was in that?!” she asked loudly in contest with the woman.
Turning, he wrapped his arm around her and pressed a hand to her mouth which caused her to narrow her eyes, “Shh.” He said dropping her.
She fell onto the bed with her lips curled into a frown as he dealt with the devil’s advocate.
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