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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 21:48:07 GMT
Dante wandered around the garden, admiring the variety of flowers and such. His old school didnt have such a big and extravagant garden. It had a few shrubs, and maybe a flower bush or two and that was it. He ran his hand along the petals of a flower, admiring how soft and gentle it was. If only everything could be so uncomplicated, then life would be so much easier.
But I suppose nothing will ever be easy.. he thought, moving to the next flower.
He continued to make his way through the garden, occasionally taking his PSP out of his back pocket to change the song. He kept his head down, only looking up as the occasionaly butterfly would pass.
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 22:15:13 GMT
Abigail wandered around the school, trying to find Dante. She would stop and ask the occasional person if theyd seen him -describing him as a tall boy with dark hair, snakebites, and possibly wearing a hoodie- but they had never even /heard/ of him, giving her looks that suggested that she'd lost her mind and she didnt belong there. One girl even went as far as to call her a 'stupid whore' and ran crying to her boyfriend, who tried to start a fight with her. She simply shook her head and walked away. She made her way to the garden, checking her phone to see if he'd texted her. She would have called him, but she was sure he was listening to music and wouldnt hear his phone ring. He wasnt one to put his phone on vibrate, either. She quickly typed out a text message to him then tucked her phone back into her pocket.
'Hey, sexy. Where you at?'
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 22:23:39 GMT
Dante continued to wander around, nodding to the occasional person who would pass him. Someone came up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. Dante pulled an earbud from his ear, giving him an odd look. It was a boy hed never seen before. To Dante, he looked almost like every other boy he'd seen at this school.
"Hey. Theres this girl looking for you, man. Kinda cute." he said. Dante just nodded, assuming it was Abigail.
"She was over that way." the guy said, pointing west of him. Dante simply nodded again, wishing that this guy would leave him alone and let him go find her. Something must be wrong, for Abigail to come looking for him. Either that or she'd found his hot guy she wanted to hook Dante up with. He smiled to himself and brushed past the guy, not uttering a single word.
"Youre welcome!" the guy called, making his way in the opposite direction.
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 22:40:01 GMT
Abigail saw Dante making his way towards her and she ran to him, hugging him tightly.
"Ha-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" she said, dragging out the one-sylabled word as far as she could in one breath. "I got scared sitting around in my apartment and I thought youd be here so I decided to come looking for you. You always make me feel safer."
She clung to him, a frightened look on her face. Her hair was in a disarray, which was extemely uncommon for Abigail. She never liked going out in public unless she looked grade-A. Her shirt was unbottoned halfway down the front, her lacy undershirt wrinkled. Her pants had paint spots on them, as if she had been painting in them. Her left shirt sleeve was rolled up to the elbow, which was extremely odd, considering she rolled up her right sleeve since she was right-handed. If not, she rolled up both. Even her face was clear of make-up and she had a smear of red paint on her right cheek.
She looked like a train wreck.
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 22:44:39 GMT
"Good God, Abby!" he said, holding her at arms length, his voice as loud as she had ever heard it. "Abbs, what happened?!"
He looked her up and down, seeing her knees were skinned up, along with the heels of her hands, as if she had fallen. Her tennis shoes were worn, even though she had bought them just yesterday. It looked as if she has run all the way to campus.
"You look.. beautiful, surprisingly. Well.. You are beautiful regardless. But this is a chaotic beauty. Abbs, what the /hell/ happened?!" he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to a bench, where he fussed over her appearance.
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 22:51:47 GMT
Abigail looked around, seeing that a few people were watching. A blush crept to her cheeks.
"Its Bryce.." she said slowly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at Dante, who was examining her scratches. "He started calling me.."
And as if right on cue, her phone began to ring. She put her hands to her ears, trying to block out the noise.
"And then he came to my window.." she said, cupping her elbows in her hands. "He came to my /window/, Dante. I know Im on the first floor, but.. And then he tried to break in my front door. I had to climb out the window. He saw me running and began screaming at me. Yelling out my own window for me to come back.. And then he started chasing me..."
She began to cry, shaking her head.
"Dante, he wont stop.."
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 23:06:22 GMT
Dante grew extremely angry. He'd heard what happened at the party and thought that he'd finally learned to /stop/. But obviously that wasnt the case. Dante stood, balling his hands into fists.
"Didnt a knife in the shoulder and eyeliner in his eye give him the hint that he needs to leave you alone?!" he mumbled, looking around to see if he'd followed her onto campus. Dante was ready to tear him to shreds. Abigail was /his/, as far as he was concerned. And no one was going to hurt her again, if he had any say-so in the matter.
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 23:17:20 GMT
Abigail looked up at him. He looked angrier than she had ever seen him. She stood, pulling him into a hug. She pressed her face into his chest, feeling alot more safe and secure now that she was in his arms. She pulled back and noticed a streak of red on his shirt. She wiped her cheek, then looked at the red paint on her fingers.
"Oh gosh, Dan.. Im so sorry.." she said, looking up at him.
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 23:21:04 GMT
Dante looked down at her and smiled. He ran his hand through her hair, pulling her close.
"Thats the least of my worries, Abbs." he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Im not worried about this shirt. It looks alot better, now, though. It brings a little color to the white."
He chuckled, pulling her closer as he rubbed her back.
"Hes not going to hurt you.." He whispered in her ear. "Not while Im around.."
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 23:26:16 GMT
Abigail smiled, feeling his hands on her back. Somehow, that made all her worries evaporate. Until she saw Bryce creeping up behind Dante. She screamed, her scream shrill and ear piercing.
"Dante!" she said, pulling herself from his grasp, trying to run away from Bryce. Then she noticed he had a knife in her hand. She pulled her paintbrush from her back pocket and hurled it at his head. The wooden end hit him square in the forehead, driving him back a couple of steps. She laced her fingers between Dante's and pulled him behind her, running as fast as she could.
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 23:35:27 GMT
Dante followed behind Abigail. He kept glancing over his shoulder, seeing that Bryce was gaining on them. Dante grabbed his knife from his pocket, opening it and pointing it at the rapist.
"You come any closer to her and I swear I will kill you. God cant help you now." he screamed at him, his voice shrill and unwavering. He would show no mercy on the guy if he dared to come any closer. Dante would gut him with his own knife. He refused to let him hurt Abigail again.
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Post by Antosha Cobb on Dec 20, 2009 23:40:59 GMT
Antosha stood back, letting Abby's friend threat the man. But he was back. He wasn't suppose to be back. "What did I tell you?" he hissed, coming up behind the man. A flash of silver and a cold sliver of steel pressed up against the man's throat. Just enough pressure to draw blood, but not to kill. Yet. "Hello Dante. Nice to meet you." he smiled pleasantly, his eyes hard as stone. Then he turned back to his victim, keeping his voice even and controlled. Easily more scary then Dante's screams. "Now now. What did I tell you would happen if you came near my friend here? Hmmm?" he was practically purring into the man's ear, but not in the good way. Antosha was laughing at the man's death.
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 23:45:08 GMT
Abigail looked worridly at Antosha. She was so afraid that he was going to get hurt. Bryce wouldnt learn his lesson. Not until he was dead, that was.
"D-dont. Just let him have me.." she mumbled, stepping forward.
A sparkle was in Bryce's eye as he saw his target.
"Its sad. All these knives. You may end up hurting the poor girl." Bryce smirked at Dante. "So youre her new play thing, are you?"
"Leave him out of this!" Abigail screamed at him. "Dont you hurt him!"
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Post by probie2 on Dec 20, 2009 23:49:40 GMT
Dante hissed at him.
"Youre not going to have to worry about her getting hurt," he said, jerking his head towards Abigail. "Youre going to have to worry about loosing much more than an eye. Im going to make you suffer, you tramp. Youre lucky I didnt get my hands around that filty neck of yours earlier."
Dante glanced at Abigail, noticing she was shaking. "Babe.. dont be afraid.." he mumbled. "Everything is going to be okay.."
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Post by probie on Dec 20, 2009 23:54:48 GMT
Abigail began to cry.
"If yall would just let him have me, all of this would be over.." she mumbled, looking up desperatley at Dante.
Bryce tried to wiggle his way out of Antosha's grasp, a smirk on his face. "Thats right. If you'd just give me what I want, you wouldnt have this to worry about, now would you?"
Abigail cringed and hid behind Dante again, her hands balled into fists around his shirt.
"Dont you try and hide, you whore!" Bryce screamed at her. "Im going to get you."
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