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Post by iliandria on Feb 10, 2014 23:56:42 GMT
Asamanar broke her kiss reluctantly and opened the door, just far enough away to be safe.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 0:11:54 GMT
Clara's father stood at the door, giving Asamanar a murderous look. "Get your damn hands off my fucking daughter," he growled dangerously. He made no move to attack, waiting for his response.
Clara looked up at her father, her eyes containing a mixture of fear and regret.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 0:14:30 GMT
"Not a fucking snowballs chance in hell you abusive son of a bitch" he growled, slamming the door in his face.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 0:18:11 GMT
"Asamanar..." Clara whispered quietly. "Please, just... Just let me talk to him..." she begged.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 0:28:42 GMT
"Fine, but you stay behind me ya hear?" He says, opening the door again.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 0:34:47 GMT
Clara's father had begun to walk away, but he quickly ran back when he saw the door was open. "Change your mind?" he asked, a little hopeful.
Clara peeked out from behind Asamanar, biting her lip nervously. "Dad... Please, leave us alone..." she whispered.
Her father leaned to the side so he could see her daughter. "Get the fuck away from her!" he demanded. "I won't have some pig trash be molesting my daughter!" he spat.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 0:35:55 GMT
Asamanar smirked, "the only pig trash here is you pal, she loves me and I love her all the same, and your not going to stop that"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 0:39:33 GMT
Her father leaned up against the door frame. "I'm trying to help you here. She looks all shy and shit, but has she told you about what she used to be like?" he asked, giving him a warning look. "Used to be quite the slut,"
Clara blushed guiltily, unable to meet her father's eyes. "Father..." she whispered, hurt.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 0:43:57 GMT
"I don't give two shits who she used to be, the past is the past asshole, and I love her for who she is now, the kind, sweet, soft spoken Dove that I know"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 0:51:24 GMT
Her father shook his head sadly. "You do know that's how she ropes you in, right? She plays the quiet, helpless little girl who asks for nothing but a dick in her ass, but as soon as you turn your back, she'll be running off with your credit card," he explained, giving him an honest look.
Clara shied away, disappearing behind Asamanar. "...Father..." she whispered between sniffs and tears.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 1:00:58 GMT
Asamanar was having trouble keeping himself from decking her father, "She wouldn't do that, and even if she did, ya know what, I wouldn't care. Theres a thing called canceling a credit card, and I have insurance for my credit score. But I know she wouldn't do that, so I'm not even worried."
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 1:06:30 GMT
Clara looked at the ground, completely ashamed of herself. She gently tugged at Asamanar's shoulder, giving him an apologetic look. "...He's not lying..." she whispered sadly. That was how she used to get her money.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 1:19:37 GMT
"I know, I don't care" He says, wrapping an arm around her.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 11, 2014 1:22:10 GMT
Clara looked up at him, completely surprised. A tear rolled down her cheek as she hugged his waist, weeping softy into the back of his robe.
Her father shook his head sadly. "Don't come crawling to me when you're out a bank account," he growled threateningly. But he turned around and walked away, knowing it would be a bad idea to attack a guy with a shotgun.
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Post by iliandria on Feb 11, 2014 1:36:42 GMT
Asamanar slams the door, turning and pulling her closer, "Its ok Dove, I trust you with all my heart, and I won't ever hurt you"
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