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Two Person RP: P.Q. and Lacey
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Becca screamed in pain and nodded her head. She watched Brad as he was examining her, his muscle flowing beneath his skin and the way he was so concentrated on helping her. If she didn't hurt so much she would totally have taken advantage of the situation. "My parents won't be home till the morning." Becca replied, searching Brad's eyes.
((Ooooh, you are sooo bad! lol))Brad looked up at her through his thick dark eyelashes and an evil grin appeared on his face, which quickly turned serious. "Well, that's my que to leave, before something happens we may want right now, but later....I just don't want to rush into things." He got up and sat on the bed next to her, draping his arm over her shoulder. "I really like you. I haven't ever felt this way before, but you've been "involved" in a serious relationship and it nearly killed you. I just want to make sure this.....I am what you want." Lifing her chin with his index finger while rubbing her jaw with his thumb, he gazed intently into those incredible eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world to get to know one another." his mouth turned up on one side, the side with the adorably sexy dimple, "but I AM a guy, so...." his hand played at the hem of her halter where her bare skin was showing. It tickled, but felt incredibly sexy at the same time. He cocked his eyebrow at her questioningly....
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Her bodies desire was out numbering her mind, she wanted him to kiss her.
Brad was taken aback by Becca's forcefulness, but he quickly recovered, pushing her gently back unto the bed while his lips busied themselves exploring her mouth. When a throaty moan escaped her, Brad became incensed with desire. His right hand stole up and cupped her left breast while the other found the strap to her halter top. Pulling on the bow, he felt the material loosen under his fingers. One more pull and there would be nothing between them but his polo shirt...
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((Feeling better? Hope you are! My prayers usually work! Oh, Watch out for tomorrow in the Angel Star Fan Club!!))
((I'm feeling a little better. Not 100% yet, but better. :) How about you? I'll be looking out for the Angel Star news. Oh, and I saw that pic you posted with the girl angel in the swirling pool of water. AWESOME!))Brad immediately bent to help her up. "Oh my God, Becca honey, are you okay?" He lifted her back up and laid her down on the bed. Leaning over her, inches from her face, his bright green eyes narrowed with concern. "What the hell were you thinking? Why did you jump up like that?"
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Becca stared into the depths of his eyes and shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I, uh... I was thinking that I wasn't ready," Becca replied and blushed. She went to rub her ankle, anything to take her mind off of Brad. What was she thinking? She couldn't believe how stupid she had acted, she sighed.
His expression immediately turned to concern as he gingerly touched her ankle. He looked from her ankle and saw the pained looked on her face. "Are you in a lot of pain? I told you we could go slow. If it gets intense like that again and you suddenly feel uncomfortable, just say stop, and I will." He searched her face, looking intently into her eyes. "Listen to me. I am NOT Chris. I would sooner put a bullet in my own brain than hit a girl. I'm not a jealous guy and I would never make you give up your friends for me...just as I wouldn't give up my friends for you." He smiled reassuringly with a mischevious glint in his eye, "At least I used to feel that way...but who knows...with you it might be different. I find myself not wanting to leave your side. How can I hang out with my friends when I only want to be around you?" He chuckled at the look on her face. "Well, I think I've really put my foot in it this time. I can't seem to keep my thoughts to myself around you. This is going to be very interesting." He got off the bed, leaned down and kissed her chastely on the forehead. "Goodnight Becca. I'll call you...." he glanced at his watch, "in about four hours." With that, he turned and left her lying on the bed, her mouth hanging open.((Okay, now would be a good time for Becca to think back on the night and let the reader in on how she feels about Brad))
((We've got fans! How cool is that girlfriend?))
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((That was fantastic!))((So tomorrow we'll start Chapter two,okay? gtg to bed. so tired. (yawns) You get some sleep now. nite))
((Oh, Lacey, I just got the best idea! See what you think))Brad's head was filled with the image of Becca's trusting, open face, so he never heard Chris sneaking up behind him until it was too late. Just as he grabbed the truck's door handle, he felt his legs go numb as Chris punched him hard in his right kidney. He sagged against the door, his face plastered to the window, trying to catch his breath. He struggled to turn and face his attacker, but another blow, this time to his left cheek, flung his head back onto the glass. He couldn't think. The pain was excruciating. He struggled to stay on his feet, when suddenly, he was jerked around so Chris could strike a blow to his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. He sank to the ground, unable to make his body obey him. It seemed all the strength had been sapped from him as his head made contact with the grass. He could smell it's pungent sweet smell mixed with the metallic scent of his blood as the cut on his cheek ran down his face to stain the green blades a deep red.
Through his pain, he felt someone lean in close. He was surprised to discover he was able to hear the threat through his own moaning as Chris hissed into his face. "She's mine! Remember that, or I'll have to remind you, again!"
Brad squinted through his pain, his arm clutched around his middle, trying to see the face of his tormentor, but could only make out a silohette, backlit from the streetlight before he passed out on Becca's front lawn.
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Brad heard his name through the heavy fog of pain in his head. He struggled to open his eyes, but they felt so heavy. Using all the strength in his body, he managed to force his lids open. Though his vision was blurry, he couldn't mistake the "vision" in front of him. "Becca?" he croaked through the pain....
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When the team came into the room where he was lying, Brad raised his head, wondering how he'd gotten there. Last thing he remembered, he'd been layed out on the front lawn, eating turf. Becca couldn't have carried him inside, could she? He tried to sit up again but felt strong arms holding him down. "Please son, don't try to move. We have to assess the extent of your injuries. Just lie still." The older paramedic was very sympathetic to Brad's predicament. He had no choice but to do as he said. Looking over at Becca's concerned and freaked out expression, he attempted to grin at her. It came out more like a grimace as the younger paramedic pushed a little too hard on his lower back.
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Brad reached out and took her hand. "I'll be fine. I've had worse beatings than this on the football field," he lied. Should he tell her? How would she react if she found out it was her abusive ex-boyfriend who sucker punched him? It surprised him when the young paramedic suddenly asked him, "So, do you have any idea you'd want to hurt you?" Brad cut his eyes at the guy, trying to make eye contact, hoping the guy would get the hint, but he was busy looking at some number on a fancy piece of medical equipment. Brad sighed, "Nope, maybe it was some guy or guys from a rival team. It's no big deal. I'll survive." He glanced at the older guy. "So, what's the verdict? Am I gonna live?" his eyes twinkling, his humor returning. The older gentleman smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Doesn't seem like anything's broken. You're going to be urinating blood, but it should slack off after a few days. Your ribs are bruised and you'll definitely have a shiner, but, yeah, I think you'll live.... long enough kick some Jonesville Tiger butt next Saturday night." He chuckled as Brad smiled at him. 'Ah, a fan.' He was used to the attention. After all, he was the star quarterback with his dad as head coach. "Yep, whatever they failed to do to you tonight, guess you'll succeed in doing to them, huh?" Brad chuckled good-naturedly at the younger guy's comment. "Nah, when I'm on the field, it's not about revenge, it's about the game." He turned and looked into Becca's beautiful blues....
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The younger paramedic noticed her limping. "Hey beautiful, you want me to look at that for you?" his eyes raked over her, taking in her disheveled appearance, coming to rest on the "v" of her halter top. Brad wanted to say something, but he remembered telling her that he wasn't the jealous type. 'Yeah, right'. He wanted to jump off that stretcher and teach the jerk a lesson on how to talk to a lady. "No, you don't have to come. I'm sure I'll only be there for a minute, in and out." He waved goodbye as they carried him out the door. "I'll call you when they release me!" he shouted as the doors closed in his face, cutting him off from the one person he wanted to be with...
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Brad wasn't allowed a cell phone in the hospital and when he asked to use the one at the hospital, he was promptly denied. His father had been called by the young paramedic as soon as the doors had shut and he had situated himself into the passenger seat of the ambulance. "Won't somebody please get me a freakin phone!" he yelled, thrashing around on the gurney. "There's nothing wrong with me!" The doctor came in, pronounced him hysterical and stuck a needle in his arm. The last thing Brad remembered was his father shaking the hand of the "good" doctor. His last thought was of Becca as his eyelids closed against his will...
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She kept thinking over and over how she thought Brad was different, but maybe his call meant he didn't want to be with her any more...She started to cry as her mother and father peaked their heads inside her door. When they saw she was crying they softly shut the door and went to their bedroom without a single word said. It was just like her parents to back away from her when she was upset. They never cared about her problems. Becca threw the book against the wall as she kept invisoning Chris hurting her over and over again.
It was early afternoon before Brad convinced his parents to release him from the hospital. As soon as the nurse wheeled him to the exit door, he leapt from the wheelchair and ran for his truck. His cell phone was useless. It had died in the middle of the night. scrounging around in his glove compartment, he almost yelled with his excitement when his hand closed around the car charger. Yanking it out, he plugged it into the lighter. "Come on, come on, charge you stupid phone!" He growled. The light was stubborn, blinking red, red, red, red,....then green. "YES". He quickly hit speed dial...
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"Damn it Becca! Answer the phone!" He hung up and dialed again. It went straight to voice mail. He listened to the message just to hear her melodic voice. He didn't leave a message. Instead, he gunned the engine and tore off down the road...straight to Beccas..
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((I love this!!! I'm also loving the role play with your daughter! She's amazing!))
((thanks. I'm loving it too! Roxy is quite the writer. She has an avid following on fanfiction.net or com, can't remember. She's really obsessed with InuYasha, so her fanfics are exclusively about that manga. The books she's writing though, are paranormal and historical romance))Brad followed her into the kitchen. He thought she might be upset that he hadn't called. Walking up behind her, he placed a hand tentatively on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I wanted to call you", he pleaded, "but they wouldn't let me use the phone!" his tone suddenly turning angry as he ground the words through his teeth. "I had to make sure you were alright. I was so worried something might've happened to you....that he might come back....."
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Reaching out he took the pitcher from her and placed it on the counter. He turned her around so she could face him. She was acting like a little child, but instead of being angry, Brad found it amusing, and adorable. He tilted her chin up so he could gaze into eyes that were brimming with tears. "What would make you think I would EVER want to break up with you?"
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"Becca honey, look at me. I am not that Son of a Bitch, nor will I ever be like him." He dropped his hands and stepped back, his expression one of pain and disappointment. "But if you think that about me, I guess I should leave. I'd rather be miserable without you than have you think of me that way. It's such a shame though." He let out a deep sigh then turned to go.
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((ooops, you mean Brad, right? lol))He embraced her, stroking her hair and whispering into her hair. "Oh Becca, don't you know how much you mean to me? I would NEVER treat you so shabbily, like HE did. I couldn't wait to get out of that hospital and back here, not just to reassure you but to be with you again." He began to rain kisses all over her face, starting with her forehead, his lips traveling down to her eyelids, her nose, cheeks and finally, her lips. The contact was even more intense than before. Running his tongue along the contours of her mouth, he tasted her sweetness. Her breathing began to quicken and Brad pushed his tongue into her open mouth...
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Becca grasped Brad and embraced his deep kiss, she explored his mouth with her tongue and brought her arms to wrap around his body, he felt so good in her arms she swooned at his touch. She broke the kiss quickly and replied, "Sorry, agian for assuming the worst, it's all I'm used to. I'm glad your not like Chris....Good thing Chris is gone right?" becca asked sheepishly.
It was the second chance Brad had to come clean and tell her about his suspicions. He should tell her. He decided not to. He would just have to keep a sharp eye out for Chris, make sure Becca was safe. She didn't even have to know. "Right".He pulled her against him for a quick hug. "I've got to get home and shower, change my clothes, but I'll be back. Do you have plans for dinner?"
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He recognized the pleading tone, though she tried hard to mask it. "I'll be back before you know it. Hey, why don't you call in a pizza and I promise I'll be back before it can be delivered. We could watch a movie and vedge on the couch." With that, he was out the door and halfway down the sidewalk before she heard him call out, "See you soon!"
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((Oh crap! He's showing himself already? Cool!))Brad rushed through his shower in record time. He was out and dressed in less than fifteen minutes. His thoughts were preoccupied with visions of Becca's beautiful eyes, remembering how her soft body felt against his. He jumped in his truck and sped back to her place.
When he arrived, the first thing Brad noticed was the front door hanging open. Terror gripped his heart in a viselike hold. Something was wrong. "OH GOD!" he moaned as he rushed through the front door. The usually neat livingroom was turned upside down like a small tornado had torn through the room. "BECCA!" He ran through the house, hoping against hope she'd still be there. "BECCA!!!" Of course she wasn't.
((okay, gotta get a little help here. How is he supposed to find her?))
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((I don't know...let me think here! LoL!))
((Okay. LOL))Brad scoured the neighborhood and still there was no sign of her. It had gotten dark a couple of hours ago but he refused to give up. "Hang in there Becca. I'm going to find you."
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Refusing to give up, Brad circled back to her house. Combing the yard, he searched everywhere for a clue as to her whereabouts. Suddenly, it was like a light bulb went on. 'The gazebo!' He raced over, searching for anything, a torn piece of clothing, a broken twig. He wasn't a tracker, but he had seen enough movies to know what to look for. He caught a flash of white on the ground. Leaning over, he picked up the small paper napkin.((now I definitely need help. what should the note say?))
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When she was sure Chris had fallen asleep she quickly picked the lock in the door. she opened it slowly to reveal a vast room but no sign of Chris. She quietly crept out of the room and outside, she sighed in relief when she noticed where she was. She started running the 10 miles back home, her feet and left ankle killing her.
When she finally reached home she went straight for the back yard and saw a figure standing in the gazebo, she slowly approached him, and when she noticed it was Brad, wrapped her arms around him.
Brad blinked hard several times, sure he was dreaming. Dropping the napkin, he returned her embrace, holding her tightly as he buried his face into her neck. The napkin floated to the ground, landing in a puddle of muddy water, the words becoming indeciferable as the ink was turned to blue mush. "Oh God Becca, I thought.....well, I don't know what I thought....I'm just glad you're okay....and that you're here!" He felt her knees buckle as she fainted. Scooping her up into his arms he carried her back to the house.
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The crease of concern between Brad's eyes eased up a bit when she opened her eyes and spoke. 'Thank God she's alright. But why would she try to say it was a robber? Unless....Could it be that she knows it's Chris behind this whole mess?'"Uh Becca. I know this is going to upset you, but there's no way around it now. I believe it's Chris who's responsible. He's the one who jumped me, and he's the one who broke in here. I'm not stupid! I know what the message was on that napkin and what it meant." He closed his eyes and saw the scrawled word written in blue ink: "HELP!" Could it be she couldn't remember writing it? "Someone took you from your house....and that someone was Chris!" Then a realization rocked him on his heels. "HE was the one in the woods by the lake, wasn't he?" Leaning down, Brad brushed away the damp hair from her flushed face. "You ran alright. But you were running FROM someone, not AFTER someone."
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Instead of arguing or getting angry, Brad gathered her into his arms. "Listen, I don't care if it was Chris or not, you can't just go running after robbers. Do you know how stupid that was? You could've been seriously hurt or...." He couldn't finish. The thought of not having her in his life was too much. "Lie still. I'll clean up this mess. Then I'll help you to the bathroom so you can freshen up." He grinned at her playfully. "No offense, but you look like Hell!" His eyes twinkled and the dimple appeared...
His full attention was on Becca. He reached down and lightly touched her ankle, testing it for any injuries. "Does that hurt?" he asked as he gently rotated her foot.