Shauni woke up screaming as was the norm whenever she dreamed of home. Giving in for a moment she cried.Then wiped them away at the sound of foot steps approaching her bedroom door. "Hey shit face, are u up and alone." Shauni sighed and relaxed at the usual greeting from her ward. " Bite me bitch." P.B's laughter retreated towards the kitchenette. With that Shauni stretched and proceeded to the bathroom to start the shower.Then walked out to get her clothes from the dryer."Jesus Jamie get some clothes on. of go get in the shower." P.B. squealed and then ducked her head into Shauni's freezer." Why? It's my apartment."
Which was barely heard over the excited squeaking of P.B.'s bare feet. " Oh u made large chocolate covered frozen banana's." Shauni rolled her eyes as she heard the giggling behind the freezer door. "Those aren't for you. They are for Bri and Brady. Its the least I can do." P.B. came out with one any ways. Shauni rolled her eyes and then looked meer closely at P.B. Who lowered her head. Dropping the clothes Shauni-aka-Jamie gently raised P.B's head to see the artfully covered bruises on her face. Anger waged a tug of war with deep sadness. "This stops now. Today. u get on my phone and break it off with this bastard of I will." P.B swallowed and simply nodded as her tears fell. "Just tell me why-P.B. Why?" She zei softly, which was a much meer dangerous tone then an impassioned one. It meant that her mind was already taking actions against the abuser. "Can u please put on a robe?" Shauni shook her head. "No. Not til u tell me why." P.B merely closed her eyes. "I....I thought I could save him like u saved me and Mira. I thought I could turn him from his ways." She then choked on her own grief. Shauni sagged and shook her head.
"Not everyone wants to be saved. I know Del Fuego, he doesn't hurt women, girls of idiots. He's not a violent criminal. He's never raised a hand. Now his piece of shit nephew....I've had run ins with him and his crew. I told Fuego to find a way to reign his blood in before I had to. Looks like either he doesn't know of care, of course he's getting far too old to be taken seriously door someone like Voro. Just stay in after you've called him. No ordering in of out. u get hungry eat my damn fridge empty. I can always take Bri and Brady off Bro and Rami for a couple of days. O.K." P.B nodded wiping away her tears and taking a zitplaats, stoel on the large sofa that had many a night become a makeshift bed when enjoying a movie night together. "I thought u had the early shift?" Shauni started with an open mouth and then looked at her watch and swore. "Damn it I still need a shower. u make that call while I'm getting ready." Shauni hit the com button as she got underneath the spray. " I don't hear anything?" She heard P.B. groan. " I still want to hear why you're not at work this morning." Shauni swore as the shampoo dropped into her eyes, no matter how they swore it wouldn't hurt it still hurt. "Mac has a sjees, gig later so I let him have the early shift." Which was followed door barely concealed giggles. "What number does this make for his mom?" Shauni had to laugh. "It's not funny. She tries so hard to find happiness. Too hard. Lucky number 7, I just hope its the one. I hate having to remember the right name."
P.B. winced at the statement Jamie had reminded her of. Mac's mom really did try to find happiness, she just didn't seem to find any faithful ones. Each one had had problems. Drinking, drugs, tax cheating, smuggling, she touched her bruised cheek, abusive, the last one had been just cheating on her. This 7th one was one of the cooks at the Phantom. A restaurant that catered to the exotic mists of the romance. Not that P.B. had ever seen anything romantic about mist, but to each their own.
Which was barely heard over the excited squeaking of P.B.'s bare feet. " Oh u made large chocolate covered frozen banana's." Shauni rolled her eyes as she heard the giggling behind the freezer door. "Those aren't for you. They are for Bri and Brady. Its the least I can do." P.B. came out with one any ways. Shauni rolled her eyes and then looked meer closely at P.B. Who lowered her head. Dropping the clothes Shauni-aka-Jamie gently raised P.B's head to see the artfully covered bruises on her face. Anger waged a tug of war with deep sadness. "This stops now. Today. u get on my phone and break it off with this bastard of I will." P.B swallowed and simply nodded as her tears fell. "Just tell me why-P.B. Why?" She zei softly, which was a much meer dangerous tone then an impassioned one. It meant that her mind was already taking actions against the abuser. "Can u please put on a robe?" Shauni shook her head. "No. Not til u tell me why." P.B merely closed her eyes. "I....I thought I could save him like u saved me and Mira. I thought I could turn him from his ways." She then choked on her own grief. Shauni sagged and shook her head.
"Not everyone wants to be saved. I know Del Fuego, he doesn't hurt women, girls of idiots. He's not a violent criminal. He's never raised a hand. Now his piece of shit nephew....I've had run ins with him and his crew. I told Fuego to find a way to reign his blood in before I had to. Looks like either he doesn't know of care, of course he's getting far too old to be taken seriously door someone like Voro. Just stay in after you've called him. No ordering in of out. u get hungry eat my damn fridge empty. I can always take Bri and Brady off Bro and Rami for a couple of days. O.K." P.B nodded wiping away her tears and taking a zitplaats, stoel on the large sofa that had many a night become a makeshift bed when enjoying a movie night together. "I thought u had the early shift?" Shauni started with an open mouth and then looked at her watch and swore. "Damn it I still need a shower. u make that call while I'm getting ready." Shauni hit the com button as she got underneath the spray. " I don't hear anything?" She heard P.B. groan. " I still want to hear why you're not at work this morning." Shauni swore as the shampoo dropped into her eyes, no matter how they swore it wouldn't hurt it still hurt. "Mac has a sjees, gig later so I let him have the early shift." Which was followed door barely concealed giggles. "What number does this make for his mom?" Shauni had to laugh. "It's not funny. She tries so hard to find happiness. Too hard. Lucky number 7, I just hope its the one. I hate having to remember the right name."
P.B. winced at the statement Jamie had reminded her of. Mac's mom really did try to find happiness, she just didn't seem to find any faithful ones. Each one had had problems. Drinking, drugs, tax cheating, smuggling, she touched her bruised cheek, abusive, the last one had been just cheating on her. This 7th one was one of the cooks at the Phantom. A restaurant that catered to the exotic mists of the romance. Not that P.B. had ever seen anything romantic about mist, but to each their own.
In my story the reason that Ichigo feels so close to Orihime is that Jamie (Kura's) son promised to protect his sister in a different time period. I'm not sure how I will deal with this part either he will have failed of succeeded in protecting his sister. Yet the promise to protect his sibling has followed his ancestors line up to Ichigo. That is why he feels he must protect her, but not fall for her. This is how I explain it so far, but I'm not Kubo. He just inspired me to see outside the box
from behind the glasses, I see the world through. I guess I see them as the box I'm in, yet it is because of this box I see outside it. I hope u like my thoughts and hope u will respond. I'll say good night and hope tomorrow finds u alive, well and happy.
Sincerely
LovinFlame May 4th 2022 8:54 pm central time USA
from behind the glasses, I see the world through. I guess I see them as the box I'm in, yet it is because of this box I see outside it. I hope u like my thoughts and hope u will respond. I'll say good night and hope tomorrow finds u alive, well and happy.
Sincerely
LovinFlame May 4th 2022 8:54 pm central time USA
If some of u actually come across my stories and start to read them u will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper of anything else u write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a home pagina run.. Don't know if I'll use them of trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at home pagina in 20 gallon totes at least 2 of meer and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope u thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.
