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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 8, 2013 21:49:53 GMT -5
I nod as she goes on about her friends then her home life. I felt awkward, out of place. But, I'd listen. I wasn't as rude as to just break off conversation and walk away. "I tend to like my dogs' company better than people." I say, shrugging my shoulders. I nudge Butch with my foot and he looks up, his tongue lolling out before he put his head down on my boot, drool coming out of his mouth. "Pft. I'm not, like, wrinkly or something." I say, unable to help myself. "I can prove it." I add, a teasing expression coming over my face as I nudged Zoey again. "Kidding." I say, looking down at Butch again.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 11, 2013 1:05:43 GMT -5
"I bet you'd try, too," Zoey scoffed, sticking her tongue out again as he insisted he was kidding. Nothing about it had said he was serious, and it felt nice not to have to be so uptight or rude... To let her guard down just the slightest bit. She nudged his leg with the toe of her shoe. "So..tell me about yourself.. I feel like I told you most my life story and talked you into getting me a tattoo, and I barely know you..."
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 11, 2013 14:03:38 GMT -5
"You know it." I reply sarcasitcally, shaking my head slightly as I looked across the dog aprk, watching Cara chase after a frisbee. I look over at Zoey as she nudged me with the toe of her shoe and I raised my eyebrows at her questioningly. "About myself." I reply, biting my lower lip and shrugging. "I'm 19." I say randomly, not really knowing what would be interesting and what wouldn't. "Rock music it pretty boss. I like to party." I add, chuckling and looking over at her. "You." I say, looking down at Butch again.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 12, 2013 13:08:01 GMT -5
Zoey lostened with a slight tilt of her head, then looked down at the ground when he turned the question to her. "I'm sixteen and a half..." She murmured softly. "I like rock, punk and metal, and partying. Uhm...yeah." She drew in a breath. Should she tell him? Tony was the only one who knew and he didn't even know how bad it had been? Why should she tell this male tat she barely knew, that- "A few months ago my uh..ex boyfriend Jason raped me i-..in the middlenof nowhere after drugging me, and left me to die.." She choked softly. "I haven't told anyone...and I dunno where he went.." She reached to wipe tears from her eyes. Why? Why had she given him that personal information? He wouldn't care, she was nothing to him. She was nothing to anybody..
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 12, 2013 18:24:58 GMT -5
"Awesome." I reply after she lists her music taste. I grin over at her ebfore it falters as Zoey looks uncomfortable. I shift my position, looking down at Bucth as I tried to think of something to say before she broke the silence. My mouth drops open after she finished and I pause before eventually sliding over to her side of the bench and pulling her into my arms, hoping that she wouldn't freak out or something. "I'm sorry." I mumble, not knowing what else to say. Maybe something about that Jason kid being a jerk, but jerk didn't seem to be a bad enough word to describe someone who would drug then rape another human being.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 15, 2013 14:09:49 GMT -5
Zoey went rigid as she was pulled into his arms. He was far larger compared to her petite frame, and honestly the action startled her. But then she broke. She'd never let anyone in like that, didn't want anyone to care. But want and need were two different things, and she had been lonely without realizing it. She sniffled, forcing herself not to let tears fall, not to be weaker than she already must have been in his arms. That was the problem...she'd taught herself that keeping al the emotion inside was better..she'd grown cold..
She curled close in his arms, sighing shakily, a hand pressing to his chest, finding comfort in the masculinity. It had been so long... her father was gone, she kept all other males away, pushed them out of her life, avoided them...
"So am I..." She whispered. "I was fucking stupid to love a man..." She sniffled, burying her face.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 17, 2013 14:16:37 GMT -5
She stiffened in my arms for a moment and I was about to let Zoey go when something just.. changed. I didn't really understand it, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to. She sniffled and I frown, not knowing what to do. I didn't know how to help, not sure if I wanted to. I never really got close to people- especially not women. I'd kiss them, take them home, sure, but I never really got to know them- I didn't want to. I was perfectly happy with my dogs and my one night stands. Zoey's hand presses to my chest and I run a hand along her back, in hopefully what was a soothing motion. "Not going to argue." I sigh, shrugging my shoulders as much as I could without moving her too much. I couldn't believe someone would rape her, but I didn't have any room to tell her how to see the world. People had to make their own decisions.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 19, 2013 20:54:29 GMT -5
At least he didn't argue. Zoey wasn't in the mood for that. She felt bad saying what she had though, when for the most part, he had been a respectable man all day. No, she didn' want to put her trust in him..but he hadn't done anything to make her distrust him either...
Her fingers curled into his shirt, breaths soft as she relaxed further and found enough comfort to ease the distress and how upset she had become so quickly. It was nice, definitely. Good to have someone there, someone - a complete stranger - to confide in, to finally tell her biggest secret to. Someone who hadn't judged.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 21, 2013 10:28:09 GMT -5
Her hands curl into the front of my V neck shirt and I sigh softly, resting my head against hers. I run a hand down Zoey's back again, hoping to calm her even more than she already was now. Finally I pull back just enough ro gently run a hand over her cheeks, a frown on my face. "Do you want to leave?" I ask softly, my light brown eyes meeting hers. "A dog park isn't exactly the best place to have a breakdown." I add, absently playing with her hair, hoping to avoid her gaze.
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 21, 2013 14:14:57 GMT -5
Zoey met his eyes as he questioned leaving, and then she dropped her gaze guiltily when his hand moved from her cheek to her hair. She loosened her grip on his shirt, not wanting to wrinkle it up, and shrugged. "We just got here..you wanted to bring your dogs out, I'm not gonna ruin that.." She murmured, offering him a weak smile. There was nothing in the action though. It was hollow.
"I'm..gonna go sit out by the truck..." She swallowed, gently moving Nathan's hand back into his own lap as she got up. Arms crossed over her chest and she left through the gate, rounding the truck out of sight and sitting down agains one of the tires, huggin her knees to her chest and gulping in air to try and gather herself before her control completely shattred.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 21, 2013 15:20:17 GMT -5
"You're not gonna ruin it, there's always tomorrow." I reply, shaking my head slightly. A frown crosses my face as Zoey drops my hand in my lap before excusing herself and walking away. "What did I do wrong?" I ask myself, looking down at Butch as if he'd give me the answers. Finally I decide not to impose myself upon her and don't goa fter her, running a hand over my hair and sitting up, looking down at my feet. Had I done something wrong? I didn't think so. Maybe she just wanted a moment to herself?
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 21, 2013 17:55:07 GMT -5
Stupid stupid stupid. What had she been thinking? Some male, not to mention that she barely knew him, and she was telling him her biggest secret? The reason why she acted like a bitch? She was scared to let them in..including people like him. Because people like him were attractive, and sweet....and she was terrified of falling for anyone else. She could run.. But that was rude, and she glfound herself enjoying his company today. Yet here she was probably fucking it up. She wiped at her face, having not noticed the tears, and scowled at the mess she probably looked like. "Daddy..wherever you are...I need you.." She choked, slowly getting to her feet and trying to fix her eyeliner so she wouldn' look like a raccoon going back in there.
After a few more minutes, she gathered up her courage and returned to the dog park, sitting back down beside Nathanc scuffing her shoes in the dirt
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 21, 2013 18:43:01 GMT -5
I fidget with the neck line of my shirt, not noticing Zoey walking back over before she sat beside me. I glance over, raising my eyebrows at her. "You okay?" I ask softly, though I don't hug her again. I didn't want her to think that I was going to hurt ehr or betray her.. though I couldn't if she didn't get attatched. I look away from her and down at my boots, biting the inside of my lower lip awkwardly. I wanted to tell her that I wouldn't hurt her, but then would I be a hypocrite?
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Post by Zoey Martyn on Aug 21, 2013 20:33:10 GMT -5
"Yeah..." Zoey rasped softly, scuffing her fee in the dirt again. She wanted to curl at his side, seek out comfort. But it wasn't like her so she wasn't sure how he'd take it and she just remained where she was sitting, eyes fixed on the ground distantly. He hair hid her face as she hung her head, pulling her sleeves over her palms as if to hide from the world.
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Post by Nathan Demir on Aug 21, 2013 21:18:37 GMT -5
I nod a couple times, not really paying attention to anything. I clear my throat before twisting to turn towards Zoey and open my arms to her, deciding to give her a hug if she wanted one. A hesitant smile crosses my face and I look away awkwardly, not wanting to seem like a creep or something.
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