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Post by Tyler Bradford on Mar 14, 2009 8:30:28 GMT
Tyler stared hard at Cass, trying not to cover his ears to shield them from her angry screeching. What was her problem, seriously? Tyler had never kissed Ciaran like that before, what could he possibly be telling her? “I’ve never touched him before I swear,” Tyler retorted, kind of missing the point of what she was saying. Angrily he wrenched his arm away from her grip, but not soon enough for him to turn away before her fist slammed into his stomach. Tyler grunted and staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach. “What was that for you fucking slapper?!” he yelled, finally letting himself explode. Why the fuck was she punching him now? Lurching forwards, he grabbed for the collar of her shirt and swung his fist at her face, hoping for contact. He was blinded by frustration, letting his own confusion fuel his pointless anger. Tyler would never admit it, but he had no problems with hitting a girl – he just had problems with hitting Cass. Because she was his number one girl, his best friend. That seemed to have fallen out the window just at this moment in time. “Don’t fucking mess with me!” his rage continued, repeating all the things his father had told his mum.
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Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 14, 2009 9:02:32 GMT
A scarliy loud crunching sound made Cassie's stomach flip, and her jaw throbbed painfilly where he'd hit it. Saying she was scared would be an understatement, but at the same time she was relieved. Anger, she decided, was better than silence. She didn't try to fight back as he laid into her, slumping against the wall to let the beating and yelling continue. It didn't matter how much she hurt, at least now she didn't feel so damn suffocated. The only thing that bothered her was one signle word; "slapper". Cassie had always known that most people thought of her that way, but hearing it come from tyler stung so much worse.
She waited for his outburst to be over before speaking, and this time her voice sounded different. Weaker somehow. Her lips trembled as she spoke, and the words came out shaky. "Sorry..." she sighed, looking up into his face. Something in his expression made her feel so guitly, as if she'd gone too far. Cassie frowed slightly, and ran a cold fingertip over the trickle of warm blood making it's way down her chin from one corner of her mouth. "would it really kill you to talk to me for once though, ty?".
The American pulled her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, staying on the floor for a moment to regain her breath before getting hestiantly back onto her feet. "I'm only "messing" with you because I care, you idiot." Cassie muttered, before turning and disappearing down the hall. While Tyler had been hitting her, she'd felt okay. She thought that once it was done, the pressure would be released and she'd be fine, but instead she just felt empty. [/blockquote]
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Post by Tyler Bradford on Mar 14, 2009 10:15:26 GMT
Tyler hadn’t meant for his anger to get out of hand like that, but he just couldn’t help it. Tyler was well known for smacking a few people around at school, but it was never like this. It was never Cass. You had to wonder if the people who said things like ‘the ones we hurt the most are the ones we love the most’ and other such silly phrases actually meant it like this. Tyler stared down at his hands, ignoring the sound of Cassandra hitting the wall and slumping down to the floor. There was blood on his knuckles – his and Cass’. Fuck, what had he done?
Panting hard, he felt all the rage that had been thudding in his head slip away leaving hollow regret. “Fuck...” he muttered to himself, glancing up at Cass. He felt like he was going to be sick as he watched her touch a trickle of blood that leaked from the corner of her mouth. “No don’t...” he croaked pathetically when she said sorry – how could she say sorry? She hadn’t done anything...He watched her go, the last sentence she’d just said thudding in his skull like a mallet. Why –thud- had he just –thud- done that –thud- to –thud- his best –thud- friend? –thud- And it would really –thud- help matters –thud- if this stupid –thud- THUDDING would –thud- stop! Grunting angrily, he fisted his hands in his hair and breathed deeply, trying to keep a hold of his temper. All the fury he’d just directed at Cass was threatening to turn inwards, on himself. “Cass wait!” he shouted, before he knew what he was thinking. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t know it meant anything. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything I’m sorry.” Honestly, Tyler had no idea what he was rattling on about, but it was something in any case. Something close to what Cass had been getting at a few minutes earlier.
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Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 14, 2009 11:27:42 GMT
Cassie's breathing came in ragged gasps as her walk turned into a run. She had to get away, go back to her dorm before someone found her like this and started asking questions. Tyler's voice drifed along the corridor after her, and it was all Cassandra could do to keep from going into shock. Tyler Bradford was not only apologising for something, but he'd actually just said the words "I'm sorry" three times.She stopped and wheeled around to face him, waiting for him to catch up before she spoke; she was too tired now to speak loudly, and she needed him to hear her.
"Ty, don't." she muttered, wiping angrily at the blood again. The constant flow of the thick, warm liquid was making her feel sick, and it was annoying to try to talk with a mouthful of blood. "This... you hitting me.... it was my fault. I wanted you to do it." she told him, knowing how crazy that probably sounded. "It was like, a way for me to vent or something. So please, don't apologise." [/blockquote]
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Post by Tyler Bradford on Mar 16, 2009 6:57:02 GMT
He watched her run off, feeling totally hopeless. It seemed impossible that he’d just done what he did. He couldn’t even remember hitting her, almost like he’d been possessed. Possessed by the one thing he never wanted to be, never could be – his father. Sighing shakily, he stared down at his bloody knuckles again, feeling the rage towards himself grow. How the fuck could he hit Cass like that? When he realised Cass wasn’t responding, he ran to catch up with her. She stopped and he slowed down till he was standing in front of her, expectant for what she had to say.
“No, no. Fuck don’t say shit like that Cass...” he complained desperately, putting one hand on her shoulder and wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with the other. “I shouldn’t have hit you like that...I’m sorry,” he muttered, feeling wretched and utterly pathetic. What kind of man was he, hitting his best girlfriend, someone he practically adored? The same kind of man his father was. The same kind of man he promised himself he’d never be. But it was almost like just being a half of that man had just made him that way anyway, and it scared him like hell.
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Post by Cassandra Prewett on Mar 20, 2009 22:25:37 GMT
She listened as he apologised again, and the knotting in her stomach got worse. Why was it that the sorrier Tyler said he was, the more Cassie felt like it was all her fault? Frowning, she let the silence linger for a few moments, testing to see if the air would clear any time soon, but it didn't exactly seem hopeful. After a record-breakingly long pause, the American coughed a little and forced herself to look up into her best friend's face.
"Tyler. It's okay." she rasped, her voice coming out in a hoarse murmur that madeher sound on the verge of tears. "Honestly. Don't worry about it, babe." Cassie smiled, attempting to wrap her arms around his middle and hug him. "Maybe we should just...forget it?" Tyler had made it pretty clear he didn't want to let her know what he was thinking, and as much as it hurt to be shut out, seeing him like this was worse.
"I... I've gotta go, Ty." she sighed, "I'll call you, all right?" and turned to hurry off back to her dorm. She'd had enough drama for one day. [/blockquote]
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