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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 23, 2008 20:49:00 GMT -5
"Good to see you cleaned up, darlin," Egil smiled, "And you smell fresher than a blue bonnet. Have a seat." He gestured at the end of the couch as he scootched to the opposite side. "Is there anything in particular you want to watch? Ah dunno what all is on that you kids like at this hour, but hell, if you wanna watch it, just name it. Ah doubt football interests you anyways."
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 23, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
Darcy smiled slightly at what he said. She liked the way he spoke, she decided, and it helped her relax somewhat. When he offered her a seat, she almost refused, until he moved all the way to the other end. She blushed a little, knowing why, and sat carefully on the sofa, as if afraid she'd break it by actually putting her weight on it.
When he asked her what she wanted to watch, she looked at him to judge how much he liked football. She didn't mind, not really, but he was right. Her next glance was at the clock. After a moment, she looked back at him, biting her lip slightly before speaking. He wanted to watch TV, but he had offered... "Maybe... the Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire?" She knew the title, but had never seen the show. Her friends (when she'd had them) had commented on it and laughed endlessly, and said it was a late-night show. And maybe it was something he would like too, something to laugh at.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 23, 2008 21:15:47 GMT -5
"Okay, sweetheart, that's fine. Lemme figure out what channel it's on," he muttered as he flipped open the TV Guide. After a few moments, he found the channel and flipped it on. After a few moments, he glanced over at her feet and visibly winced at their condition. "Hells bells, hon, that looks painful. Ah ain't a medic or a doctor, but Ah think I can do something to help with that a wee bit until we can getcha to someone who can do more." He got up and went into his bathroom and returned with a medium sized first aid kit. "Ah ain't gonna hurtcha," he said, looking her in the eyes with his hands held up, "but this is horrible. Ah gotta do somethin or these could get badly infected." He saw her visibly stiffen with fear and it saddened him that she was this badly abused. But he gently began to bandage her up after applying some antibiotic gel.
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 23, 2008 21:22:03 GMT -5
Darcy was staring at the TV, surprised at the show itself, when he commented on her feet. Then he went into the bathroom and came back with a first-aide kit. She flinched back a little, and stiffened with fear when he held his hands up. It took all her courage to sit there, completely still, while he applied some sort of gel and then wrapped them up. After he was done with her right foot, though, she realized that he hadn't hurt her (intentionally), and her foot did feel a bit better. And he was right, she knew. They might get infected and be even worse. She relaxed a bit, but didn't move, even though it was a near visible change when her muscles stopped quivering.
It wasn't too much longer before he had finished her other foot. She looked down at them, and saw how careful he had been to wrap it just tight enough so it didn't hurt any more than it had to ((compression)). She looked at him quietly for a moment, then said "Thank you very much, sir" in a quiet voice, while still trying to put feeling into it.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 23, 2008 21:36:41 GMT -5
Egil smiled and closed the first aid kit. "No problem, darlin. Ah'd feel awful if you got an infection on your feet. Ah'll have to get you some shoes and socks tomorrow. It's late now though, and Ah'm tired. Ah had a long day, so Ah'm gonna head to bed." He walked back into his room and put up the first aid kit. He came back out with a pillow and some blankets for her. "Here you go, darlin. Ah ain't quite furnished the guest room yet, so Ah'm afraid you'll have to sleep here on the couch for now. You feel free to stay up as long as you like. If your stomach is up to it, there's more food in the fridge. Ah dunno how well you know your way around the kitchen, but all Ah ask is that you don't light the apartment on fire. Ah'll be in my room if you need anything, anything at all." With that, he went to his bedroom but paused at the door. "Darcy, Ah dunno what that person did to you. Or why they did it, but Ah'm not gonna let them hurt you again. You're free to stay here as long as you like. And if you feel comfortable one day tellin me what that person did, that's fine. If not, that's fine, too. Ah hope you sleep well." Egil closed the bedroom door, and stripped down to his boxers. After he brushed his teeth he looked in the mirror, and couldn't stop a tear from running down his face. He'd never seen this kind of cruelty back home. You didn't do something like this back in West Texas. They'd kick the shit out of you and shoot you on the spot. With a sigh, Egil crawled under the covers, and after laying in silence for a good while, finally drifted off to sleep.
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 23, 2008 21:47:07 GMT -5
Darcy was glad when he smiled, but then he was going to bed. She stiffened, waiting for him to call her into his bedroom, but he emerged fully-clothed with a pillow and blankets. She sat there silently as he gave her freedom to do just about anything in the kitchen.
She nodded again, relaxing a little more on the couch, when he stopped at the door and started talking again. What he said made her stare at him, the first glimmerings of true hope in her eyes. Up until he closed the door, she had believed, deep inside, that he was either going to do the same things to her, or take her back. Then he had refused to watch her, and hadn't even been waiting for her to come out. And now..... She stared at the closed door, and began to cry softly, though her lips were slowly forming a smile. It was unbelievable.
It was a while before she made the couch into a bed and fell asleep, curled up on half of it under one of the blankets, the other carefully folded at the opposite end. She slept well and deeply, and didn't wake until almost noon. Seeing the time made her leap off the couch, which only made her feet twinge with pain a little and startle her. However, his door was still closed, and no one was yelling. She sat down, looking around the apartment before deciding to do the dishes.
By the time he woke up in another two hours, Darcy had washed the dishes, set them out on the counter, and washed the counter-tops and the tables. She didn't dare touch the fridge, though, still unable to think that she could help herself. So, when the door opened, she was sitting on the couch, the blankets at one end and the pillow on top of them, watching the muted TV.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 23, 2008 21:58:13 GMT -5
Egil shambled out of his room, shirtless but wearing pants, squinting painfully at the light coming in through the windows. Grumbling to himself, he made his way to the kitchen and started a pot of strong coffee. Not entirely awake, he walked over to where he had left the dishes from last night to clean them. He awoke with a jolt when he remembered the little girl and quickly walked back into his room and put a shirt on. Coming back out, he walked into the den. "Mornin, sunshine. Why've you got it on mute," he asked grinning while he unmuted it, "Ah've slept through twisters and hail storms. Ah don't think a TV is gonna bother my sleep much." Figuring she hadn't eaten, and even if she had there would be leftovers, he made a large batch of scrambled eggs, several strips of bacon, some toast, and got out the pitcher of orange juice. "If you haven't eaten yet, feel free to come join me," he called out from the kitchen. He poured himself a large glass of orange juice, a cup of coffee, and put 4 pieces of toast, 5 strips of bacon, and 3 large spoonfuls of scrambled eggs on his plate. He had a glass set out for her and a plate with silverware if she decided to join him. "And thank you for doin the dishes, darlin. You really didn't have to. You're my guest here. Ah'm supposed to be takin care of you not the other way around," he laughed.
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 23, 2008 22:07:46 GMT -5
Darcy almost smiled when Egil came out, seeming half-asleep still, and without a shirt. Silently she counted the seconds until he realized what had happened, and smiled, a small smile but a smile, to herself as he went back into the room and put on a shirt. Then he came out and, while she said "Good morning, sir," and he was grinning, unmuted the TV. She merely nodded about this, and turned her attention back to some random show that had been on.
A few minutes later, she smelled bacon frying, and with a start realized that he was making breakfast. She should've done that! He was going to be mad.... But no. He was calling to her from the kitchen, telling her she could come eat. She turned off the TV and slowly, mainly because of her feet, walked into the kitchen and, after some deliberation, served herself about a spoonful of eggs, two strips of bacon, and a piece of lightly buttered toast. As she waited for the toast to pop out, she turned to hear him thanking her for doing the dishes. She just looked at him, not sure why he was thanking her at first. Then he mentioned that he was supposed to care for HER. With a jolt, she remembered what he had said last night. Immediately she looked away, confused. Did he really want to keep her? How would she pay him back? He could blackmail her, she knew that much. Would he? She frowned as she buttered her toast, then carried her plate and a glass of orange juice to the table. After a bit, she remembered she hadn't said anything. "You're welcome, sir. I don't mind." As long as the water isn't really bleach, she thought to herself, shuddering slightly at the thought of that particular incident before she began to eat.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 24, 2008 15:43:32 GMT -5
Egil cocked an eyebrow as she shuddered slightly, but said nothing and continued eating. Once he was done, he waited for her to finish what she could and popped everything in containers for later use. Gathering up their dishes, he told Darcy to go and watch TV if she wanted while he cleaned up the kitchen. After she left the room, he tossed the dishes in the sink and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Sid," he started, "Yeah, it's Egil. Listen, do you think it'd be possible for you to come over? Ah've had...an interestin turn of events. Ah kinda need your help." He explained the whole situation, all of the night's events, his suspicions, and how he honest to God had no friggin idea what little girls wore. "Mkay, Ah'll see you in a bit then, darlin." and hung up. Egil washed the dishes and walked into the living room and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Darcy. "Okay, darlin, Ah've called over a good friend of mine from around here to come help us get you some new clothes so you don't gotta wear the same stuff all the time," he smiled at her, "She's a real nice lady, and she ain't gonna hurt you either." He turned to the TV, "So whatcha watchin?"
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 24, 2008 16:16:16 GMT -5
Darcy was surprised when he didn't take her food when he had finished. It was even more startling when he didn't make her do the dishes or clean the kitchen. Obediently, Darcy left the room and went to the couch, sitting first on the edge and looking over her shoulder to see if he was going to come out and yell at her. After a bit, she settled back a little, then further, until she was kinda sprawled out. She lost herself in the TV, watching it with wide eyes and sometimes smiling, just a little, and every time it disappeared in seconds as she glanced around.
In what seemed like just a little while, but had really been almost an hour, Egil came out. She immediately sat up and shifted to the edge of the couch again, embarrassed that he had caught her sprawling. As he spoke, Darcy kept her eyes on him, having decided that if he didn't want her to, he would tell her. When he mentioned a friend, though, she tensed and curled inwards a little, scared, until he said it was a she. The rest of it slowly sank in. "Clothes?" She paused for a moment, looking down. "I... I only have forty dollars, sir," she said softly, almost ashamed.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 24, 2008 16:39:38 GMT -5
Egil chuckled again, "Darlin, that ain't an issue. Ah toldja Ah'm takin care of you. Ain't no body gonna hurt you again. Keep that forty dollars and buy yourself somethin with it later. Somethin you want, and not somethin someone else told you to get. And don't worry none about sprawlin on the couch, hon, that's what Ah do all the time, and that's what it's there for: bein comfortable." He smiled broadly and stood up. "Ah'll be back, Ah gotta go get dressed and shave and stuff." Egil moseyed into his bedroom and shut the door. He decided to wear a black shirt with Iron Maiden's logo on it, and a pair of his black slim boot cut jeans. After slipping on his steel toed shit kickers, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and began the ritualistic massacre of his face known as shaving.
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 24, 2008 16:43:23 GMT -5
Darcy stared at him with eyes so wide she felt they were going to pop out of her head. She couldn't speak, she was so astonished. He... was going to take care of her? When he left, she stared into the TV without seeing the show itself, finally relaxing a bit. He meant it. He... didn't want to hurt her, or take her back... She settled into the couch a bit more, allowing her attention to come back to the real world, and just as he was opening the door, she giggled, watching some funny show that had been on. It sounded sweet, and she stopped, considering it. She hadn't laughed in ages. It was almost foreign. But she liked it. She was deep into the show and thought that she didn't register him coming out.
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Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Oct 24, 2008 17:37:49 GMT -5
Sidian had been reclining on the couch when her cell phone rang, the song 'Bad Girlfriend' echoing across the silent room. Standing easily, she flipped it open, putting it up to her ear. "Hey bebe, what's up?" she asked with that playful grin of hers. Her grin faded as he relayed the story to her, her face becoming troubled. "Ok, I'll be there shortly with some stuff for her" she said quickly, shutting the phone. Hurriedly, she walked into the room, shoving clothes into an old backpack of hers. T-shirts, some new socks she'd bought, pants, all went into the bag, along with a brush and some hair ties. Said backpack swung up onto her shoulder as she grabbed her keys, locking up the apartment. She ran down the stairs and down the sidewalk. Luckily, Egil didn't live too far from her, convenient since they'd started seeing each other. Finally making her way to the apartment complex where he lived, she took the elevator, pushing her dark red hair away from her face. Her emerald green eyes were cloudy, troubled. Poor little thing must have been so scared. The elevator reached his floor, and she made her way to his door, knocking on it twice, then once more after a pause.
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Post by egilvonshrieder on Oct 24, 2008 18:01:14 GMT -5
Egil jumped when he heard the knocks on the door, slicing into his face a little. "Damn," he muttered to himself. Quickly finishing up the rest and washing off the left over shaving cream, he hurried to the door and unlocked it to let Sid in. "Hey, sweetheart," he smiled softly as he kissed her, "She's in the living room. She's jumpy as all hell, and Ah dunno what all's been done, but Ah sure as hell ain't lettin her back on the streets or sendin her somewhere she'll end up with that asshole, who ever the hell he is." He glanced over in the direction of the living room, concern very clearly on his face.
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Post by darcyxjoan on Oct 24, 2008 21:25:42 GMT -5
When someone knocked on the door, Darcy jumped in her seat and stared at the doorway. She knew his friend was coming, but it still felt like this was all too good to be true. There were other places to send someone her age, and who knows? If he met her dad, he might send her back. Dad was charming that way.
As she sat there and thought this over, a split second of fear sent a thought through her mind: The man (she didn't even know his name yet!) had said "You're the guest here." She was a guest. Guests didn't stay long, maybe a few days. He was too going to send her back! She stared at the doorway, trying to shake off the thought, then did the only thing she could. Darcy scampered past the entry, through his room into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it before climbing into the tub and hiding there. Her dad couldn't get in here, neither could the man or anyone with him, and there wasn't a keyhole. She was safe, for now. Still, she felt unhappy at not being able to know any more where she was safe for good, and glared at the door in frustrated unhappiness. Things had been going oh so well....
Was she over-reacting? Darcy sniffled back tears brought by frustration, wiping her cheeks with a sleeve as she waited for the inevitable voice on the other side ordering her to come back out.
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