Getse’s Comments (group member since Dec 25, 2009)

Getse’s comments from the Yes, I know...Another RP Group? Of Course! group.

Chris squished the pillow to his face harder, then threw it against the room, wanting to punch a hole through the wall. His anger grew by the second, standing up and pacing around the room, trying to control himself.

Chris bit his lip, wondering what happened to Jasmine, but tried to push her out of his mind. He opened the window to his room, climbing inside and laying down on bed, staring at the ceiling and putting a pillow over his face.

Chris stayed outside the door for a minute, wishing she hadn't gone in, I'm not helping her. It's her fault if she gets raped or hurt, not mine. I can see what Josh said about the slut part, he thought, holding back tears and walking back to his own house.

Chris quickly followed her, "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do? Something bad? Tell me what it was that I did that was so bad," he said, stepping in front of her.

Chris clenched his teeth, grabbing the phone and hanging up, throwing it on the bed. "Don't do this Jasmine," he said, quietly, with pleading eyes, "Don't. Please."

"Do I what? Do I always have to be so realistic? Yes. What kind of boyfriend do you want me to be Jasmine? One that uses you for sex then dumps you like you're just a piece of shit? One that gets you pregnant, then dumps you? One that rapes you? Beats you? Treats you like crap? What exactly do you want from me?" he asked quietly.

Chris rolled his eyes, "What are you going to do that for? What the hell do you want to fix?"

"Fix things? What the hell are you going to fix? You're not going to "fix" things at all. All you're going to do is give him a fucking chance to rape you again. And what are you going to do with that kid? Give it away to the hobo across the freakin' street. No Jasmine. What te hell are you thinking? Are you even thinking at all?" he said, practically yelling.

"What?!" he asked, "Are you crazy?" he added, shaking his head, "No. You're not going near him."

Chris sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, extending his arms so that she could sit on his lap, "Want to sit on my lap?" he asked quietly, tilting his head to the side.

Chris sat up once he heard the door slam and got up, walking to the room, "What are you doing?" he asked once he saw her at the window.

"Ugh, great," he muttered, laying down on the couch, closing his eyes then staring at the ceiling.

Chris sighed, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, "Look, I'm sorry I snapped. I just...need to know," he said quietly.

Chris sighed, throwing a rock across street and stood up, walking back to the house. He tried opening the door, but it was locked and fought the urge to kick it down. open the door, he texted, sitting down in front of the door, staring at the street.

Chris sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down and walking out of the house, slamming the door. He walked for a little bit, sitting down on the sidewalk, leaning his head on his knees.

((lol, that's my word. shizz!))

"God Jasmine. Cut the crap! Just tell me how it freakin' happened and what happened. I'm freaking tired of you not telling me," he snapped, standing up.

((haha, riiight. sure you're not XD))

"Good thing you didn't kill her," he murmured, rolling his eyes, "Three years old? Shouldn't she be younger?"

((lol. o.O))

Chris sat up, "You don't? How can you not? You told me I wasn't your first person to have sex with. You told me you got raped by my freakin' best friend. You told me you were pregnant. And you can't fucking tell me what you did with the baby?"

((haha, that's exactly what i was thinking XD))

"I do. So what happened to it?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, laying across the couch.

((haha, that's what i was thinking ;D))

Chris smiled weaked, "So, what happened to your, um, baby?" he asked, looking away.