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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 0:39:24 GMT -5
The car ride was really intense and she hadnt bothered trying to touch him because she was afraid that he would yell at her. She entered his apartment and took off her shoes, placing them on the rack. Her shirt was still stained in blood but she couldnt think about designer ruined clothes, she was about to lose the love of her life.
"Okay, Im ready... whats wrong?" She asked, feisty and impatient, the French in her coming through of her usually kind and calm personality. She was not going to give up her love this easily and she knew that if this was true love then it wouldnt crumble. They had been together for two years and she didnt think that a stupid fight would ruin something much stronger.
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 0:52:17 GMT -5
 Tyson didn't bother speaking in the car, he just focused on driving and when they got back to his condo he parked in the parking garage and they walked up to the elevator before getting to his condo. She used her key to open the door and they walked in, still being silent. Tyson took his shoes off as well and took a few steps into the house to where the back of the couch was, facing the front door. He remained still for a long moment as her words reached him.
Finally he slowly turned around, his eyes full of sadness and hurt. He didn't know how else to say it so he figured he would just come right out and say it. Sitting down on the back of the couch he put his hands in his jeans pockets, cringing a bit as the bloody and scraped up knuckles rubbed against the denim. His light blue eyes looked up at her after looking at the floor for a long moment.
"Do you still have feelings for Logan. . .?" he asked, his voice soft and defeated as it trailed off at the end. He looked up at her with his sad eyes as he waited for her reply, not sure what it would be. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 1:01:04 GMT -5
He looked so weak and limp and so... hurt. She had never seen him like that either. He then asked her about her feelings for Logan. She nearly thought she was going to burst out crying. "Yes, but like a brother. He was a massive support system in my career and is like family. That is why I couldnt hit him, I would never hurt my family." She laid a hand on his forearm. "I would never hurt you Tyson, intentionally or accidentally."
She cleared her throat and removed her hand from his arm. "I cannot see myself with anyone but you Tyson. The thought of loosing you is terrifying and heart breaking. I dont know what I would do without you... I would be dead with my drugs and my drinking. It scares me so badly to know that I might be dead right now but you, you stopped that from happening." She was sobbing down and used her arm to wipe her eyes. "You have my heart and right now, knowing I hurt you... I feel as if my heart was just stabbed and the knife was left in there for suffering."
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 1:12:24 GMT -5
 Tyson knew that she cared about Logan still but she said it was as if he was family. But how could one feel like an ex boyfriend was like her brother? It didn't make sense to him but he knew that he wasn't a woman and his mind didn't work the same wasy. When her hand when to his forearm he looked down at it with the same sadness in his eyes. When she removed it he kept his gaze on the ground as she spoke about how much she loved him.
He knew that he loved her too and that they were meant to be together but he didn't know if her and Logan being friends or being like brother and sister was such a good idea, let alone would work for him. Sure he wasn't the type of guy to get jealous, especially being a model and having a model girlfriend but still it was hard for him to not be feeling hurt or worried that she would want to be like brother and sister with her ex when Logan at clearly stated that he still loved her and had kissed her. Finally raising his gaze to look at her he spoke.
"Well what I am suppose to think when you say you love him like a brother even though he is your ex boyfriend and then he clearly admits to being in love with you and then kisses you? Your intentions may be good but I don't trust him or his intentions. I don't know Giselle. . . You know I'm not the type of guy to get jealous about stuff like this but with Logan. . . it's different. . ." he replied, sighing somewhat defeated as he shifted his gaze to look down at the floor by her feet. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 1:23:13 GMT -5
She was about to just drop dead to the floor. "Giving you my virginity is the biggest gift I have ever given anyone and I dont know if that means anything to you, but once you make that connection it's really hard to let go." She was so nauseous right now. "Excuse me." She said as she stood up and went into the bathroom and leaned over the sink, her makeup running and nearly gone.
Pain, she just wanted a way to release all the pain just somehow, and she saw her straightener, turn it on her burn herself? She plugged it in and turned it on as she washed off her face and shut the bathroom door, locking it as well. He would never have to know.
The straightener was heated up and she fought with herself in whether or not to pick up the straightener, she finally did and held it over her fore arm before holding it on her wrist for 5 seconds to be exact before pulling it off.
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 1:41:29 GMT -5
When she brought up her virginity he stood up with his hands out as he listened to her speak before he decided to speak up as well.
"Of course that meant something to me -" He said but was cut short as she excused herself and went into the bathroom. He felt his stomach tie up in knots and he collapsed back onto the back of the couch, sitting down and slumping as he put his face in his hands.
He remained still for a few minutes as he listened to her in the bathroom, waiting to hear the toliet flush or for some sign that she was going to be coming back out soon. They weren't done talking and they needed to get this resolved because he hated feeling this hurt and making her feel this way. When no sounds came to his ears he finally rose to his feet and went to the bathroom door, standing outside it but not saying anything.
He remained outside the door for a moment, worry starting to grip his stomach as no sounds came from inside. Had she passed out? Hurt herself? He knew about her past and would never forgive himself if she felt like she had to harm herself because of the pain he had made her feel.
Finally he reached on top of the doorframe and pulled the key off of the frame before sticking it in the lock and unlocking the door. Replacing the key he opened the door to see her with the straightener in one hand and a good sized burn mark on her wrist. Now he felt like he was going to be sick. His stomach churned and he put an arm around her waist before pulling her out of the bathroom, firmly but still being sure to be gentle. He brought her to the kitchen and picked her up before setting her on the counter next to the sink.
Turning around he got a baggy and filled it with ice before wrapping it in a towel and putting in on her burn, having her hold it there as well. Anger at himself and nausea and sadness welled up inside of him and he wasn't sure what to do. Taking the few steps that it took to get to the bathroom from the kitchen he shut the door and locked it with the key before putting the key in his pocket. He knew that if she really wanted to hurt herself then there were plenty of other things she could find to do it with but he wanted to protect her and that seemed like the only thing he could do at the moment to keep her safe. For now at least.
He went back to the kitchen, his eyes not looking at her but glancing at her badly burned wrist once or twice before looking away once more. He finally stopped pacing and put his hands on the top of the counter near her, his head hanging down as he took deep breaths.
"Damn it Giselle!" he said somewhat loudly but not yelling it. His eyes looked up at her for a moment before looking back down at the counter top again. This was all his fault. If he hadn't started the fight with Logan or accused her of being in love with him then she would have never tried to cover her pain with more pain.
"This is all my fault. I don't deserve you. . . Look what happened to you because of me. . . You deserve someone better, someone who can take better care of you and keep you safe. . . someone like. . . Logan. . ." he spoke, his sentences broken up as he fought back his emotions though wasn't doing very well at keeping them at bay. Maybe she really did need to be with Logan, maybe he was better for her than he was. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 1:54:40 GMT -5
She looked at her other wrist and saw the cuts she had put there over years and years of depression and battling her low self confidence issue. "You should not have come in, I locked the door for a reason." She said, thinking of other ways to try and get some pain out.
"If we are over, I am over. Dead, gone... forever. You know Tyson that I am more than capable of committing suicide as I have tried multiple times before." She tried to cover up the pain her heart was feeling by the burning, but it didnt work. "It didnt work. Even at 350 degrees, the pain I feel in my heart was no match for a straightener." As she hopped off the counter and made her way to the bathroom to find it locked. Great...
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 2:07:39 GMT -5
As she removed the ice he had given her and instead ran her fingers across the fresh burns he couldn't help but feel like he was going to be sick. He couldn't speak as he listened to her words and then she tried to go back to the bathroom door and found it locked as he had locked it just moments ago. He came over to her, standing in the hallway in front of her. He put either one of his hands on either side of her, holding her in place so that her back was up against the bathroom door. His eyes were filled with sadness as he looked into her hazel ones and saw the deadly determination that burned in them.
"I'm in love with you Giselle and that will never, ever change. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you hurt yourself because of the way I made you feel. . .? That kills me. . ." he replied, looking away for a moment as he tried to keep his emotions under control with little to no success.
She spoke of killing herself and it would be his fault. It seemed that everything bad was happening and it was all his fault. There didn't seem like any way out. He felt tears start to prick at his eyes and he finally couldn't take it anymore. He took a step or two backwards until his back was pressed against the hallway wall opposite of the bathroom door. Slowly he let himself sink to the floor, his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees.
Tears brimmed in his eyes and he looked down at the soft carpet as he tried to keep them from falling but it was no use. They fell anyways and ran down his cheeks. He tried to wipe them away so she wouldn't see but finally gave up and let himself cry quietly. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 2:17:41 GMT -5
He had trapped her against the closed bathroom door and she was trying not to look at him. He just stared at her before collapsing against the other side of the wall just crying but trying to make it a manly cry. She crawled down next to him and she took his hand and placed it on her burn. "I dont think you saw what I made..." And she lifted his hand to reveal a T written on her wrist. One press horizontal and the other vertical making the perfect T.
She cuddled up close to him as she reached for his hand and intertwined fingers, their usual way of holding hands as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Someone is testing us but if this is what I think it is, we passed... because true love always prevails." She said as she squeezed his hand and used her other hand which had the T burnt on her wrist to wipe away one of his tears.
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 2:25:14 GMT -5
Tyson didn't look up at her when she crawled down on the floor next to him but when she put his hand on top of her burns he winced a bit as he felt the marks that the straightener had left. When she spoke, he finally raised his head, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before looking into her eyes.
Tyson felt a lot of the weight that had been weighing down on him get lifted when she spoke. He knew that they would make it through this and anything else that the world could throw at them. His light blue eyes looked into her hazel ones and a small smile raised one side of his mouth as he glanced down before looking at her again.
"But what about Logan. . .?" he asked her, not wanting to bring him up again but knowing that she needed to decide what to do about him. Tyson was definitely not a fan of him, especially after what he had pulled at the club and there was no way he would trust him again. He had kissed Giselle when Tyson was standing right there and when they were engaged. There was no telling what he might try if the two of them were ever alone. And even though Tyson wasn't one to tell people who they could and couldn't be friends with, this was one time he might argue that rule. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 2:32:44 GMT -5
He had finally talked to her and she felt so happy right then at that moment that he was still allowing her to talk to him. She laughed and cuddled into him as he brought up Logan again. "We're friends Tyson, nothing more... nothing less. I love you. Now, can I please kiss you?" She asked, her voice very unsturdy as she asked, a little embarassed that she had to ask but after what had just happened, it might have been the right decision to ask because she didnt want to get rejected. The T was now not as inflamed and she liked the fact that it would stay there forever until she died.
This was true love then since they were getting along now and she was glad they were because, a life without Tyson... wasnt worth living at all to her. She had finally been happy and then to have it snatched from her was, completely unfair.
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 2:41:04 GMT -5
Tyson was a bit pained by her reply but he didn't say anything right away. She cuddled up against him and he almost put his arm around her but wanted to say something before he did.
"I'm not one to tell you who you can and can't be friends with but please try and avoid him. I trust you but I don't trust him at all. If he was willing to confess his love for you and kiss you right in front of my face then what the hell do you think he would try if I wasn't there." he replied, not really asking her a question but more stating a fact. He knew that if Logan ever touched Giselle again that he would find him and beat the shit out of him, no doubt.
A sigh escped his lips as she asked to kiss him and he felt bad that she felt like she had to ask but he could understand why. Finally wrapping his arm around her he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his emotions starting to ebb away and not feel so intense. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 17, 2011 2:48:55 GMT -5
She didnt try and press the kissing too much, knowing that she already might be pushing boundaries with him and his feelings. Tyson loved her... a lot and she knew that he was hurting just as much as she was. She pulled away suddenly in the midst of a kiss that was being exchanged just staring at him, her hand still on his cheek. "I wont ever talk to Logan." She said as she kept their eyes locked and at the same level as she pressed her forehead to his, the tips of their noses touching as she closed her eyes. "You know that saying, 'sparks fly' you can actually feel it inbetween us; do you know how much I love this feeling and how long I waited for it." She said as she just sat quietly, her eyes closed. The feeling was electrifying and it was as if tingles were being sent throughout her body when she was around him.
"I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you're always there.
I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine."
She then opened her eyes and stood up and turned to face the wall, her forehead against the white walls. Slowly she clenched her hands in fists and placed over her head as she tried to figure out why love was so confusing. With both fists she hit the wall letting her fists drop, her forehead still against the cool, white wall. |
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Post by tyson on Mar 17, 2011 23:01:29 GMT -5
When she said she wouldn't ever talk to Logan again he felt bad that he wasn't telling her who she could and couldn't talk to but a huge sigh of relief escaped him and a massive weight was lifted off his shoulders and a smile finally crossed his face. It seemed like things were going to be okay from then on. He felt like they would be able to stand up at the alter and say I do and truely mean it and not have any doubts at all.
"I love you, you know that?" he asked her, when she pressed her forehead to his. He kissed her once more before she pulled away and stood up, putting her head and her fists on the wall he was leaning his back against. For a moment he looked up at her, unsure of why she was frustrated but then he rose to his feet and came to stand behind her, his chest pressed to her back. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and hugged her close to him.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, wanting nothing to be in between them anymore. |
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Post by gisellehopecarter on Mar 18, 2011 7:49:12 GMT -5
She was thinking about the wedding and how much stronger their love was going to be because of this and that he would have more assurance that she loved him just as much as he loved her. As she was thinking he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. "I love you."
Giselle had this pet peeve of saying 'I love you too.' It was meaningless, anyone could say that, but if you said 'I love you' it is so much stronger and you can feel it. Still hugging her waist, her forehead was still pressed against the wall and when, he asked her what was wrong she turned around to face him, but didnt move as much to remove his hands from her waist. "Why you continue to love me even though this is hideous." She asked as she referred to her black face and the cuts and burns that were recent and old. "This isnt beautiful..." She told him.
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