Post by Druscilla âProphetâ White on Jan 12, 2021 17:32:57 GMT
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------ Medical - Following Condemned Show. -------
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âI am FINE!â
Her voice was anything but soft, especially this night. In a span of 48 hours, she had been beaten, whipped, shot at, stitched, trained, promptly had her ass beat by the crack whore who thought she was smart in using Bologna and Funyuns as a diss, and now being harassed by not only her brother, but the medical official who wanted her to spend more time not training or working. She stood, quickly woozy and tilted to one side, Diesel moving to catch her.
She growled.
âI am going home, and that is fucking finalâŠâ
Her crystal glare focused on her twin; somewhat.
âWhen you decide to stop spinning, I am going to pummel your ass back to Celaâs.â
He scoffed. Rolled his eyes and while thanking the medic, helped his bitchy sister out of the medical office.
âYou know, its customary to spend some time in recovery after an incident like thisâŠ. For fucks sake CillâŠ. You were knocked completely unconscious! You have a concussion!â
She growled, ignoring him. All she wanted to do was get back to Baton Rouge, soak in the tub and be around her Hawk and kitties for a while. But instead, she had the twin-tumor up her ass and knew if it wasnât him, it would have been Robi, had she not fallen ill.
âAlso⊠sisâŠâ
He covered his nose with his bandanaâŠ
âYou reek of processed meat and fucking funyunsâŠâ
He braced for a swing, but none came. All Dru could do was laugh. A heavy, belly-laugh. Though her head hurt, and her chest oozed a bit from the reopened wounds, she found humor in Vhodkaâs attempt at disgrace. Dru had a thick skin. Thicker than most. It would take a hell of a lot more than bologna and funyuns to incite Druâs anger. Had Vhodka not learned that yet? Simple slights, such as what was attempted, would only elicit laughter from the Bayou Showgirl.
She passed Vhodkaâs dressing room, still laughing, and shook her head.
âCute, real cute. But next time youâre going to bring snacks, let me know. I have a killer chipotle mayonnaise recipe that would pair wonderfully with your choice of processed âmeatâ by products!â
Diesel, a bit stunned at his sister's chutzpah, just stayed silent. Though, he would ask her what the fuck was up with the girl on girl kiss he was witness to.
Obviously Diesel hadnât said anything about how he found his sister; yet. He had spoken to Robi, while she was up at the cabin in complete quarantine, and the two had decided it was time to shadow their girl. With or without her permission. It was becoming serious. Dru could have died.
She gathered her things in her duffel bag, and Diesel grabbed it from her and led her back out of the dressing room, and began to slow trek out of the building. A friend would bring Druâs bike home, much to her ire, she was banned from driving until a doctor back in Baton Rouge signed off on a clean bill of health. Dru, pissed and fuming, was off to the airport.
------- Baton Rouge, Louisiana -------
------ Druscillaâs home.------
------ January 3rd 2021 -----
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The figure knew his time was short. Her plane was due to land in an hour. Heâd cast a wide net over the Prophetâs home, bugs in the phones, cameras within the flowers, infrared hidden in the clocks; no place was safe. No one was safe. He scanned the bathroom, searching for her hidden files, turning up nothing except her shoe addiction.
Lithe frame, though crooked from years of abuse, moved swiftly, when the doorbell rang. The two cats, his most hated creatures, churred and meowed at the door. He froze. Not a single breath taken. The lock turned, deadbolt clicking out of the frame. A heavy boot thudded over the wooden floors as the immense man came in, âpspspsâing the cats to calm them. They meowed, pranced around him, and when the man turned to shut the door, his cut was clearly seen. The Wolves of Odinn patch across his back. He was Pack, presumably asked to ensure the cats were taken care of while Dru and Jax were out of town. Disgusting.
The skinny man crept into the closet, silently watching the man with the two pussies.
Ulf, a monster of a man, knelt down to haul Hel and MeowlMir into his arms. Ulf was well over Dieselâs height, and though he seemed so bulky to be slow, anyone who knew Ulf Westergaard knew he was spritely and vicious; however his weakness had always been Druâs cats. His cousin always had feisty felines.
MeowlMir howled as she perched across his broad shoulders, where Hel was content in his arms, he laughed heading into the kitchen to prepare their meals. Dru did not feed them kibble, she fed them a combo diet. Fresh veggies and meats, with prepared additives specially compounded for their coat, skin and digestive health. MeowlMir had her medicine popped in a pill pocket. Poor girl had joint problems in her older years. Common for Norwegian Forest Cats. Hel had a vitamin given to her to ensure the slender Oriental Shorthair remained healthy.
Ulf sniffed the air a bit; something smelled off. He contemplated doing a search, but at the moment the cats distracted him. He filled their bowls, and per Druâs rules, made the girls sit and wait before they could devour their meal. Filtered water was refilled in their waterfall water dish, set to a medium bubble. He wiped the counter down, and took a step towards Druâs bedroom.
His phone buzzed. He grumbled, looking at the screen, seeing Dieselâs name.
So very close.
âHeil?â
He nodded, kissing both cats on their heads before taking his leave.
âDue aptr er?â
He fluffed the curtain for the girls to get some sun as he began to leave.
âJĂĄ. Ek munu munu ĂŸar. Ek munu watch hana.â
As he hung up, he once more âpspspspsââd the cats, telling them goodbye that mommy would be home soon. Such a big, strong man. It was almost comical.
When the door clicked shut, and the lock slid into place, the thin man stepped from the closet.
He grinned, sickeningly. Now he had a way of showing Dru this was real. This wasnât going away. He moved to the kitchen, looking between both vile creatures. A small vial was pulled from his bag, and drizzled over both food bowls. The cats, sniffing the addon cautiously, hissed at the man. MeowlMir, old dear, swatted at him with her claws. Catching his calf; opening it up, spilling blood. He growled, moved to strike the cat but Hel launched at him. Talons outstretched. The man kicked MeowlMir with a heavy thud, sending her skidding into the wall and trying to dodge Helâs attack. He did not scream. He did not yell. But instead, he slammed the black cat down to the floor, sending her mewling in pain to her sister. He sneered.
Time was not on his side, his watch chirped at him, the alarm going off. Druâs plane was landing. He growled, softly, gathered his supplies and made for the door. Promptly locking it behind him, leaving behind a scene that was sure to crush the Prophetâs desire to live. He smiled.
But⊠who had sent him?
------- Druâs home, an hour and a half later.------
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****** WARNING!!!!*******
The following portion involves loss of an animal, animal abuse, animal suffering and essence-evaporating grief. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, upset, or sick, skip this section! This portion was written from personal experience, and is meant to further the current running story-line. This was chosen as a plot-point after hard deliberation as sharing something so personal is a tender topic. The emotions are real. The scenario(minus the abuse/cause) is real.
Continue with caution.
- The Author.
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Robi, somewhat still on her quarantine, opened the door to her friend's home, expecting to hear and see both kitties honking and meowling for their mother. But, when she didnât, she grew worried. Quickly. Hel always greeted her. Always. She pulled her mask down slightly, to facilitate her voice carrying.
âHel, my girl.â
She called out, searching the bedrooms for the duo, hoping they were simply deep in slumber. An alarm went off, in Robiâs heart and in her pocket. A.J. had placed sensors with each Wolf that would trigger a âtext toneâ alerting them to new bugging devices.
She picked her phone from her pocket, returned the ping to A.J. and let her know it was sweep time, just as she crossed the threshold into the kitchen. That's where she saw it. Well, where she saw them.
Hel was curled around her larger sister, whoâs breathing was ragged and weak. Hel was mewling, sadly, at Robi, almost pleading with her. Those eyes of green, begging her for help. MeowlMir lay still, pained, shaking, yet made not a sound.
Robi, tears slowly breaking her hard eyes, looked to the door as a laughing Dru and Diesel walked in bearing Nestoâs Tacos from the taco truck down the street. She pulled her mask off, trying to soften the blow she knew was coming...
âDruâŠâ
Her voice was cut with tears. Dru, obviously hurting from her match against Vhodka, snapped her eyes to her friend. She immediately knew something was wrong. Her mask was ripped from her face, her phone and Dieselâs began to chirp that alarm, she threw her bag at her brother, dropped the tacos and her mask on the ground with a squish and thud and ran to Robi, who turned her face to look at the heap of kitties in the kitchen.
Dru cried. MeowlMir, clearly hurting, meowled for her mom, tried to stand up only to fall over crying. Dru rushed to them both, Hel climbed onto her shoulders and perched, while Dru scooped MeowlMir up into her arms, holding her gently. Diesel stopped in his tracks.
âWh..What happened?â
Dru, sobbing viciously, looked to Robi and Diesel. Both, remaining silent, shook their heads.
âRobs⊠call the Vet. Doc Rhoch⊠he isnât far⊠we can.. We can get her there.â
Crying, fighting the urge to scream, Dru rocked her babies softly, back and forth, as those broken crystal blue eyes looked to her brother.
âI.. I donât think thereâs time⊠wha-what happened? Listen to her...â
Her breathing grew more and more ragged, a rattle whispered deep in MeowlMirâs chest. Dru, fighting even more to not break⊠finally broke. Their Beta, the one who kept a level head. The one who bore so many burdens, not completely her own, and still did not falter. The one the prospects looked to when they needed help. Finally broke. She knew there were more important things aloft, such as Qiyanna being found safely, Priscilla being rescued and Odin-Forbid the truth to come out there⊠but for now, her strength failed her. In this moment, Dru was no better than a baby. No stronger than a fae; no stronger than a pup seeking refuge from a storm.
Time felt like it slowed. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. Days to weeks. Yet⊠in reality, time ushered forth swiftly.
âOh my GodsâŠâ
She exclaimed; her heart almost audibly cracking and shattering.
Dru, holding her precious MeowlMir, collapsed against the cabinets, as MeowlMir tried desperately to cling to her mother, resting her head on her shoulder. Dru held her, supported her gently, but kept her baby close. She just rocked back and forth, whisperingâŠ
âOh honey⊠Iâm so sorry⊠itâs ok⊠let goâŠ.â
Her voice, clearly distraught, quaked with sorrow.
The clock, the only sound in the home, ticked by slowly. Robi looked to Diesel⊠forlorn in that she knew sheâd never be able to comfort her Beta.
âIâll be⊠Iâll be fine, MeowlMir⊠let go. I donât want you hurting, little girl⊠let goâŠâ
Over and over, like a spell, she whispered to MeowlMir. She knew. She was too late. She had come home before she passed, yes, but too late to have tried to save her.
Her beloved's ears were jaundiced. Her gums were white. The poor girl was broken, and felt disturbingly light. MeowlMir, clinging for dear life to Dru, dug her claws into her flesh. She wasnât ready to go⊠but her heart began to slow. Her breathing turned to agonal breathing. Her body had not yet processed the cessation of a heartbeat. Her now seemingly small frame, limp and heavy in Druâs arms, slowly stopped moving. The agonal breathing decreased like a slow decrescendo from a concerto. The brain was dying, processing slowly the neurons ceasing to fire. MeowlMir, as they knew her, was gone.
Ulf, heavy footed and carrying baggage and groceries, stomped into the house. He had no clue of what had just transpired. Diesel flew to his cousin, stopping him before he howled; his routine greeting.
âShh bruhâŠ.â
Diesel looked down the hall into the kitchen where Dru and MeowlMir lay in a heap of tears, shivering violently. Ulf stammered softly, dropping the bags hard to the polished wood floor.
âWhat happened?? I was just here⊠Diesel, I was here just an hour ago. Both girls were fine, happy, wanting their food.â
The cousins huddled close, whispering to one another. Looking briefly at Dru and her lost feline companion. They knew they had to do something. For Dru.
Dru wept, her body shaking violently, she felt MeowlMir go. She felt her beloved one's heart cease to beat. She wailed. The sound crushing to anyoneâs heart. Pedestrians in the street could hear the brutal mourning howl from Dru. Her pain was alive. It gripped anyone who heard it. Diesel crossed the room, kneeling beside his sister, and wept with her. Ulf soon followed suit, after briefly hugging Robi.
Loudly, cursing the Gods, she clung MeowlMirâs now languid body to her tightly.
âOh my baby⊠I am so sorry I failed you.â
âYou didnât fail her DruâŠâ
Robi tried to console her friend. She even shed tears for MeowlMir. They all knelt beside Druscilla, all crying, weeping with their Beta, who wailed in absolute misery. She felt her insides had been ripped from her; completely gutted.
She choked from behind tears, she looked to Diesel, Ulf and RobiâŠ
âSh...Sheâs gone..â
Hel, visibly sad, leapt to Robi, not purring, not chirping or honking, but just sadly leaning on her foot. Dru was crushed. She was set adrift in the abyss. She was hysterical. She was in a fit of violent, wracking sobs while clutching her sweet, darling MeowlMir close to her chest, as a mother would her baby. She felt dizzy, sick to her stomach. As if sheâd been in a car wreck yet here she sat.
The trio looked to one another as time marched on, 20 minutes had passed since MeowlMir crossed the rainbow bridge and no one dared speak a wordâŠ
Yet, now, someone had to venture into dangerous territory to take the corpse of MeowlMir from Dru⊠They all knew that would end badly.
Diesel spoke in a hushed voice.
âSis.. Gi-Give her to me, let me take herâŠâ
Dru pulled away from him with a vicious growl, her bloodshot eyes, though teary and blurred, focused on her twin.
âGet away from us!â
He swallowed hard, Ulf touched his shoulder to pull him back from harm. Ulf crouched in front of Dru, the mountain of a man seeming so small. So tender.
âKousin, Mayekr takokkarrr mĂŠr til Valhalla?â
Dru growled at him, those eyes, fierce and wild almost as untamed as Widowâs, glared at him with the intent of ripping his throat from his chest. She held MeowlMirâs body tighter.
âFuck off Ulf⊠Sheâs MY baby! Sh-Sheâs ok. Sheâs ok. Sheâs fine...â
She howled, the emptiness which she felt inside eating away at her, was almost palpable to them. But her words trailed off, though her heavy sobs did not.
He touched her hand, gingerly, offering himself to her, to lash out or fight as she needed. He knew his cousin. He knew her capabilities. He knew sheâd kill him if given the chance, but he also knew her love for family was something almost ethereal. Legendary. But she ripped away, almost further into the cabinets behind her. Hel, trying to alleviate some of her mothers grief, purred softly and bumped her head into Druâs. She sobbed harder, MeowlMir was gone. She knew it. Her soul felt her leave, but Dru wasnât ready to let go.
Robi tried her hand. Gingerly scooting next to Dru. A hand placed on hers, the other on the hand which supported MeowlMir. She looked to her Beta, stern eyes almost sorrowfully loving. The two had a bond none of the Wolves understood. When Robi thought something, Dru spoke it, verbatim. When Dru had a plan, Robi executed it flawlessly without a word shared between the two. It was as if Dru knew Robi cared for MeowlMir exactly as she had, and that allowing her to take her, was as if she herself carried the poor girl to her resting place.
Dru shivered, choking on the caterwauling sobs that wreaked havoc on her frame. Robi slid her hands beneath Druâs, softly pulling MeowlMir from her friend's chest, and Dru allowing it, collapsed into Dieselâs arms. So frail, her bruises had not yet begun to heal from her match, and now this blow, he worried this would be one fight she didnât walk away from.
He lifted her into his arms, and stood solemnly making his way to her bedroom. Ulf and Robi agreed to take MeowlMir to Doc Rhoch. Have her cremated for their Beta.
Dru, being set on her bed, fell into her pillows, bawling her eyes out, as if sheâd been torn to pieces. Diesel sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing her back. He knew he needed to call Jax, but he also didnât want to leave his sister. He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent a text.
âHey Jax, itâs Diesel. I donât want to worry you but, our Prophet is down. MeowlMir died today, no idea what happened. Sheâs in bad shape bro.â
As he hit send, he wiped his face clear of the salty tears his sister pulled from him. He hadnât been there when Thor passed, and neither had Dru⊠but he imagined this is how she would have been. She still sobbed, face buried in her silk-covered pillow. Hel leapt onto the bed, chirring at Diesel and head bumping him as she walked past him. She curled against Dru, purring, and licked the tears from Druâs cheeks.
His phone pinged, and the following message concerned him.
âText: âŠ. Iâm currently on my way home from London where I found out who is controlling my sisters twitter. I.. I should have been there.â
Diesel shook his head slowly, to himself, before responding.
âNah bro, Iâve got her for now. No one could have seen this coming. We had a bug alert on our phones. Her homes fucked again. Iâm betting this is the same dude who is after Qi had something to do with this. I don't think Gotti would have gone this low.â
âText: If it is, the fucker will burn in hell by my hands. No one fucks with my girls and thinks they get to breathe.â
Diesel replied once more.
âI wholeheartedly agree. Qi and Dru are my sisters. MeowlMir didnât deserve this. Iâll be damned if whoever did this is still breathing after I get my hands on him.â
âText: Together then. We get this bastard together.
âHell Yes! This fucker wonât hurt our girls anymore!â
âText: No he wonât⊠I.. I just want some normalcy.â
He replied, nodding his head. They all deserved that. But unfortunately, it wasnât something he saw on the horizon. Druâs sobs had begun to weaken, her voice, hushed and raw. He went to her bathroom to fill her water goblet and gently pulled her up, giving her small sips of it. She shuddered, her eyes glazed, lost, her makeup drenched and streaked down her face. He brushed her hair from her face.
Hours had passed now, the sun setting through the windows cast a purple hued blaze across the floor.
âDo you want me to call F2B? Cancel your match?â
She was frozen. In silence. She gulped hard, the water cold hitting like a right hook to her stomach.
âM-Match?â
Her voice ripped and cracked, almost nonexistent. Diesel nodded.
âYeah, you fight Serotonin next. I can call, cancel it Cill. Iâm sure theyâll understand.â
She had so much life in her at the start of the day, and 4 hours later⊠She was a shell. A hollow version of herself. She looked pale as death, frail. Bruised. Broken. Vhodka had indeed worked her over, but he also knew gave as much as she got. And then some.
âFuck that bitch.â
She snarled, looking at her brother.
âGhetto fucking trashy wanna-be thuglet. Thinks she can take me, gotta be fooling herself.â
She mumbled, her hands shaking as she held her goblet. The claw marks from MeowlMir bleeding, dripping from her arms and shoulder. Diesel grabbed a tissue to dab at the wounds only to have her yank away from him.
âSerotonin hasnât seen shit. Sheâs seen what I gave Adi. But Iâm more than that. Sheâs seen what I gave Brandon, Rain and fucking Michelle, but Iâm more brutal than that. Sheâs seen the hard fight against Vhodka, but I am far more fucking vile than that.â
Her throat was raw, she could taste blood in her mouth. Her head began to hurt again, she felt woozy.
âDru⊠when did you eat last?â
She looked at him, foggy, war-torn, full of grief.
âEat?â
All but a whisper.
âOk, thatâs it.â
He stood, pulling the velvet comforter over her frame. Slid his phone into his pocket and stormed into the den. Ulf was in the kitchen, inspecting the cats food dishes, their lunch still in them. They smelled⊠off. But thatâs when he noticed blood on the floor. Not where the scene had happened, and led away from the kitchen.
Robi had returned from the vets, blood covering her WoO t-shirt, and sat on a barstool across from Ulf. They both looked as if theyâd been through hell. None said a word; at first. She looked to Diesel, before speaking.
âI can pick her up Thursday, the whole package. Urn, marker, paw print.â
He nodded, inhaling deeply. Robi looked to Ulf as he knelt down by the blood drops. He took a sample. Several droplets stained the hardwoods. He followed its trail. Meanwhile, Diesel noted what his cousin was doing but continued on.
âLook, she hasnât eaten, and needs to take her pain meds, can one of you sit with her? Iâm going to get food. For us all. Fuck it all tonight, long haul.â
Robi nodded in agreement, beginning the Wolves Howl. Alerting them all as to what just occurred. She knew the Pack would come running. Ulf trailer the bloody specks and growled softly. He stood and quietly walked back to the kitchen.
âThis wasnât an accident.â
Robi bristled. Diesel grew more solemn. They all looked through Druâs bedroom door. Shed moved from the bed, but had taken up the bench on her porch. In the cold. In the snow. Just huddled. Unmoving. Not a single word spoken. It seemed the Prophet had become a statue. Frozen in the moment, covered in blood and tears, unyielding to the freezing temperatures or the blistering snow.
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Covered in bruises, still pretty purple, her wounds from before the match still healing, and her eyes.. Red-rimmed, puffy, bloodshot. Her makeup was nonexistent today, her hair pulled into a messy bun. She took zero pride in her appearance today. Her heart was not in it. She barely had the want to speak with Carson.
Finally he answered, always cheery. She growled, softly.
âDru! How are you? âŠ. Umm wow⊠you look like⊠I mean you always look fantastic but today... â
He trailed off, seeing exactly the state that she was in. She wasnât drunk. She wasnât medicated. She was mourning. She was grieving. Hard. She was The Calm before The Storm; and he knew how dangerous that could be.
âLook, Dru, I wanted to talk to you today, check in. You know? After Condemned⊠what happened with Vhodka⊠Just wanting to make sure youâre good."
The tumbler, not empty but half full, was placed on her desk. She looked up from her fog, focusing on him and him alone. Hel, that scrawny black Oriental Shorthair was perched in Druâs lap. She took a heavy, but ragged breath.
âI get it Carson, Youâre worried about repercussions. Letâs lay this shit out now, ok? Iâm fine. Bologna and Funyuns isn't enough to boil my rage. Thatâs pussy shit. I mean, face it, little Vhodka should watch her shit, no lie, I have many ways of ruining her 5th generation white-trash face; dye packs, lit cigarettes, coke-fed chihuahuaâs, hell I could slip acid into her water tank if I was feeling frisky enough. But, sheâs not even a blip on the radar. Ok?â
He nodded, swallowing hard at the thought of just how drastic the retaliation could be.
âWell, what about this week? How are you feeling? Serotoninâs a tough lady.â
She laughed, lighting a blunt.
âTough? Lady? Carson, are you mental? Sheâs a wanna be. Thinks she has to be ghetto fab to run with anyone. Hell, she has a little frou-frou dog in her pocket. Well, a slutty, Green Skittle loving frou-frou dogâŠâ
She laughed, taking a drag.
âHonestly, I donât care. Sero isnât a concern for me. Given the shit thatâs happened in the last month, sheâs the least of my worries. Win. Lose. Does it matter? I know my worth. I know my capabilities.â
Carson, mulling it over in his head, began to speak before she cut him offâŠ
âIf I win, awesome, if I lose, thatâs a bump in the road. Iâll be standing right after, not a single loss has ever kept me down. If Serotonin beats me, kudos to her, if I kick her ass, thatâs a nice win.â
Finally, he broke in.
âDru, whatâs up? Youâre⊠not anywhere in the ballpark of your normal sparky self. Did something happen?â
She shrugged, taking another hit from the blunt.
âDeath in the family.â
He frowned.
âDru.. we can clear your card. We can let you rest on this show.â
She waved him off.
âNo. I want to fight Serotonin⊠maybe feel something other than this blackhole in her heart. But, maybe keep me off the next card. I need.. I need a small break.â
He nodded his head, jotting down the note on his papers. Also making a memo to share with Travis.
Her computer pinged, Dru sat up abruptly. A few key clacks later, she looked Carson head on.
âIâll be there. Kill or Be killed. Serotonin might meet the same fate Michelle did. Hell, I might. Who fucking knows.â
Her grin, seemingly fueled by rage, brought a little color back to her cheeks.
âJust make sure medics are on standby. I wonât go down without a bloody damned fight.â
She stood, finally taking the lead in the picture on Carsonâs computer, her lithe frame though still wounded and her heart still bleeding; she looked as fierce and lethal as she always did.
âSerotonin⊠Sheâll Meet me in Kansas CityâŠâ
She laughed as she winked and the call ended. But, Dru wasnât done. She picked up her phone, that Jade cut Victorian era handle from its cradle and dialed a number. Several rings later, she grinned again.
âDĂ thiogaid. Fon bhĂČrd. PĂ ighidh mi airgead. ChĂŹ mi thu a dh 'aithghearr.â
Jax walked into her office, hearing sheâd left her Zoom call. He smiled, kissing her softly. Two passports hit her desktop.
âWeâre ready.â
Her voice was soft, she held his hand sweetly. Heâd been so loving throughout all of this. Heâd been the strong shoulder she leaned on. The only one to get her off the porch, in below freezing temps. The one she listened to. The one who listened to her.
âWell, then, letâs pack for Missouri.â
He smiled, winking to her as it all began to
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