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Post by Jackson on Jan 31, 2009 21:43:55 GMT -7
Jackson DuBois was a man left hollow. Angel had left him and had been gone so thoroughly that it took him a while to find her again. She had left an Angel sized hole in his heart and nothing would ever fill it. No drink or whore or any amount of sad sack poetry would heal him. He needed Angel. He wanted her back.
He slipped the lock on the door that had Angel's name on it. He wanted his girl back and he would stop at nothing to get her back into his life. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and he couldn't let her go. He left the light off, wanting to feel her space, smell her in the cracks that she made. The chair smelled like her. Smelled like the red thong that she had left behind when she left him. He pulled it out of a pocket of his leather jacket, smelling it. God, he couldn't wait to see her again.
It had been too damn long. He'd tell her that he'd changed. Beg her to take him back. He was nothing without her. Just a walking corpse.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 31, 2009 21:52:54 GMT -7
Angel had had a decidedly long day, and all she wanted to do was retreat to her office for a couple of long, silent filled minutes where no one was trying to get her for consults or opinions or emergencies. Pulling out her keys, she unlocked her door and slipped into her office. Turning on the light, she looked down to check the file she had in hand. When she looked up she dropped the file, not believing what she was seeing.
"Jackson?" She stammered, blinking. This couldn't be happening, not now. She'd dumped the ass before she got the job here. She'd made sure she had covered her tracks so he couldn't find her... Yet here he was, sitting at her desk, with a pair of red panties. "Get out." She stated, pointing at the door.
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Post by Jackson on Jan 31, 2009 22:05:13 GMT -7
His first sight of her in so long was something so amazing to him. As she looked up at him, dropping the file, he smiled. She had always been so clumsy when it came to him. He still had the touch.
"Baby, I missed you. Please hear me out, doll." He wasn't above begging. He had worked himself up to this point, telling himself it was Angel or bust. He could not leave without Angel. He could not survive another day without her. It was killing him, living without her, like living without oxygen. Couldn't be done.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Jan 31, 2009 22:21:57 GMT -7
Picking up the files she'd dropped, she looked at him with disdain. "I thought I made it incredibly clear that I did not want to see you ever again." She growled, keeping her distance from him. She loathed the man sitting at her desk.
"Why should I hear you out? Are you going to tell me that you've changed? That you've stopped drinking? I've heard it all before." She continued, crossing her arms infront of her chest. She took another look at the red thong he held. "Is that my red thong? I thought I had lost it." She mumbled, shaking her head. It didn't surprise her that he had them, she wouldn't put it passed him that he had many other pairs of her underwear that she had found missing when she moved. "Get out."
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Post by Jackson on Feb 1, 2009 12:28:14 GMT -7
"Babe," Jackson protested, "I can't live without you. God knows I've tried. I miss you. I miss waking up with you in my arms. I miss the smell of your hair. I miss how you used to burn eggs because I distracted you. It was good, wasn't it? Those first few months? I want that back again. Please baby, give me another chance."
He stopped, trying to swallow around the lump in his throat, "I have an Angel-sized hole in my heart, and nothing I do fills it." He paused as she noticed her thong, mumbling about it and shaking her head. Her disapproval was like a dagger in his heart.
He sheepishly held out the thong to her. "Yeah, I've been carrying it with me. Thought I'd give it back to you when I see you. You left behind a load of laundry in the hamper. Just small things, socks, nylons. I figured you would want the underwear back, though." He was reluctant to give it up, but he had to shed his abusive ways and be all harmless and lovable if he wanted her back.
"Please don't tell me to get out. Please, take me back, babe. You make me want to be a better man." He closed his eyes, "you make me a better man."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 12:38:51 GMT -7
"I gave you two more chances," She growled when he asked for another chance. The last time she'd given him another chance, she'd ended up with bruises across her chest and shoulders. "And you didn't change."
When he started to get poetic, she groaned. "Don't start with the poetic words, they won't work with me this time." She stated, still pissed that he had found her. "I've changed since I left you. I've become a better person.
"Keep them, I don't need them anymore." She said when he mentioned how much she had left behind. It wouldn't do anything but remind her of him and what had happened. "Please, just get out, I don't want to deal with you, or your lies, or your drunken abusive ways anymore. I broke out of that cycle." It then dawned on her. "How did you find me?"
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Post by Jackson on Feb 1, 2009 12:57:04 GMT -7
He hung his head, stuffing the thong back into his pocket. He had really lost her. She wasn't coming back to him ever again. Going without a drink for a week had been hard. Looks like he was falling off the wagon again tonight. He had to drown his sorrows, because if he thought about her any longer while sober, he felt he would fall apart. He just didn't want to feel that pain any more.
He moved out from behind the desk, making his way to the door. He hated how she wouldn't meet his eyes. He shrugged, "I overheard some friends talking. Plus you're a big shot doctor; it wasn't hard to find the hospital to which you transferred. I am damn proud of you, though. Congratulations with your new job." He stifled the sob that threatened to break out his throat. He had to find the nearest bar, and fast.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 13:03:47 GMT -7
He looked hurt, and part of her felt glad that he was. Yet, there was a part of her heart that bled for him. "How long have you gone without a drink?" She inquired, blocking his path. He definitely sounded sober, but he'd done that thing before. He'd gone off the bottle for a week to get her back, but as soon as she took him back, he began drinking again.
"Thank you," She said softly when he congratulated her on her new position. His sob broke her heart. "Still working on those classic cars?" She inquired, hoping to at least leave on neutral ground. Maybe they could at least be friends, give her time to see whether she could truly take him back. Things hadn't been that bad when she was with him, aside from the abuse when he was drinking.
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Post by Jackson on Feb 1, 2009 13:18:24 GMT -7
He shrugged, looking up into her eyes. God, it hurt to be this close to her and not have her. He couldn't-- "It's been a week. I'm really trying this time. Joined a group. Got a sponsor." He dug into a pocket, finding his chip. He showed it to her. "I'm gonna do it right, this time, babe." He wished she wouldn't stop him from leaving. He wished she would stop being so sweet and friendly, because he couldn't kiss her, couldn't hold her in his arms.
"Yeah, the shop is doing well," he nodded, shoving both hands into his jacket pocket. "Got a couple of sweet vintage cars to restore. Ernesto is workin' hard too. Thinkin' of accepting his offer to buy half the shop, make him my partner. He's good with the books too. Better than I am," he smiled awkwardly. Talking shop with your ex-girlfriend who hated your guts was really at the top ten of his list. Maybe even the top three. Painful.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 13:27:51 GMT -7
"Well, I'm glad that you're on the road to recovery." She said, looking at his chip. "Maybe in time we can be friends." She suggested, offering him a friendly smile. It would definitely take time before she'd consider being his friend, but right now she couldn't be around him, he was toxic.
"That's good. I always loved those cars. Did you ever fix up that Thunderbird?" She inquired. Maybe if he had, and it was up for sale, she'd buy it off him. She'd always liked that car. She was glad that things were looking good for him. She looked a the ground again, awkwardly before looking back up at him. She then moved out of his way. "Look, I have some work to do, but I hope the best for you."
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Post by Jackson on Feb 1, 2009 13:44:27 GMT -7
"Friends," he echoed dully. "Yeah." Never mind how that concept was just driving pieces of glass into his heart. He was too much in love with her to ever just be friends. All this hurt way too much.
"The Thunderbird?" He nodded, "yeah, finished it last week. It purrs like a kitten now. A big, shiny, black kitty." He remembered how she had loved watching him work on that car while she studied for her anatomy classes, or whatever it had been. How her eyes had shined whenever she saw the car in its half finished state, waiting for its full potential to be realized.
He was drawn from his reverie when she moved out of his way, excusing herself, citing work. Wishing him the best like the dutiful friend. He shook his head, "yeah. Okay. But you ever want to see the car, test it for a test drive, you let me know. I haven't lined up a buyer for it yet." If nothing else, she could have the car too. It would be a clean break for him. He'd see her maybe one last time, then he'd cut his heart out, forget it ever existed. sh*t. He had read too many bad poetry.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 1, 2009 13:58:15 GMT -7
She smiled remembering the times she had spent in his garage, attempting to study while watching him fix up the car. "I may take you up on that offer, I'm in need of a new vehicle." Nodding, she was actually kind of glad he broke into her office. Always look on the bright side of life, she thought to herself.
"I'll see you around then." She said, moving to her desk and putting the file down. She watched him as he headed for the door. Silver linings, she thought, always look for the silver linings.
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Post by Jackson on Feb 1, 2009 14:04:41 GMT -7
"Yeah," he said, nearly inaudibly. He watched her move to the desk, watched her watching him. She had slipped away. No matter how hard he had tried to hold on to her, she was like water through his fingers. He should have been gentle, cupping her essence; instead he had held her wrong, trying to grab hold of her and never lose her. She had lost a couple of drops when she had been with him, he could see that now. He had made her lose that bright trust, that shiny new love.
"So long, Angel."
He walked out.
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