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Post by [x] Imogen // Taylor on Aug 10, 2006 19:33:38 GMT
Imogen couldn't help but moan and scream, there wasn't anything a girl could but do that as he gave her the most pleasure she had ever experienced in her life. Their moans muted out the sound of the man charging through the house and up the stairs. She screamed out loud, screaming out his name as she felt him unload inside her. She never thought about protection, but at school they had been well educated, it was possible to get pregnant at any point, whether it was your first time or your fifth time. Anytime you had sex it was possibel to get pregnant, but this never even crosed her mind. It was rather foolish. She moanded loudly, her climax over and her body laid beneath his, hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
She kissed him, blood had seeped through onto his covers, she just hoped he didn't mind, she felt seriously embarrassed about that. She kissed him passionatly, she didn't want to leave him. Suddenly the door flung open. "shit!" SHe cursed loudly, looking over the top of Jason to see her father. What the fuck, how the fuck did he know? What, was he stalking her now? He was fuming, he looked away, not baring to look. "Get some fucking clothes on your dirty little slut and get down stairs now." He bellowed. Imogen jumped and as he turned his back as slipped from under Jason, pulling everything on quickly, making a mess in the process she grabbed her boots and pulled them on. Shit this was a mess. Her father look back around, walking over and grabbing her arm. "I told you not to see him again. And now? Your a dirty little slut Imogen. Fuckin' disgusting!" She began to cry instantly. Why could he not leave her with Jason? She missed a few steps, faling backwards but he yanked her up, towards the door, yanking it open. "Dad stop!"
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Post by .|JASONCOOPERxx on Aug 11, 2006 10:06:06 GMT
x.// COULD CHANGE IT ALL
He gripped the ruffled sheets, and pulled on his boxers so noone could see, before running down stairs after thm gripping her father's collar and shoving him up against the wall. Jason frowned, ripping the mans hand from Imogen and looking deep into the mans eyes. He shook his head.
"You just pissed off the wrong man. Why ... can't you let her ... have a life? Huh? She's seventeen years old. Not fukin' seven. Stop mommying her, she doesn't need to be. She's got brains and beauty and you can't do anything to stop me seeing her."
He released the man from the wall and turned around, before he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around, and blinked as he saw a fist coming towards him, his nose immediately started bleeding and he wiped the trickle with the back of his hand, his lip slightly bust.
"That all you got?!"
He said angrily. crunching his fist up into a ball.
"You're lucky I don't kill you."
He scowled, before walking over to Imogen and wrapping his ars around her waist and drawing her close, wiping her tears away oh so gently and carefully.
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Post by [x] Imogen // Taylor on Aug 11, 2006 14:13:25 GMT
The scene was unfolding so fast she could barely do anything, as she was dragged towards the door by her father Jason was behind them and dragged her dad away from her. She gasped and she grabbed Jasons arm, she didn't want any fights, she knew it was coming and she wanted to prevent it. At the end of the day her father was her father, and he was doing all he was to protect her but he was doing it all wrong. She grabbed jasons arm and she pulled him away, looking at her father. Then as quickly as before her father punches Jason and all hell broke loose. "Dad!" She screamed, stepping back from the two and just watching them both as jason threatened him, his fist balled up. She just watched in shock.
"Stop it!" She shouted at them both, this is not how everything was meant to turn out, she was meant to stay here and then come back in ther afternoon, saying she had gone out early or something. She bit her lip and her breath shook as she felt Jasons arms around her waist and she looked up to him as he wiped the tears from her face and she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. "I'm sorry!" She told him, looking at his nose and she tip toed to kiss him, before her father grabbed her elbow and yanked her through the door.
"Dad stop it, please your hurting me." She begged him, struggling to get her arm free, just looking over her shoulder to Jason as her father dragged her away. This had turned out all so wrong.
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Post by .|JASONCOOPERxx on Aug 11, 2006 14:52:50 GMT
Jason just wanted to kill the bastard, smash his face in, his fists couldn't help but close up as he watched him drag Imogen through the door, obviously hurting her. Her dad was fuming shouting and screaming and all sorts pushing Imogen along, Jason shook his head and bit his lip.
He had no clue what to do, to go out their and floor the fucker, r just to let him do it, so as not to upset Imogen. He walked out and reached his hand out for Imogen, wiping his bloody nose again.
"Please, Mr. Taylor, just let her have her say."
The man stopped, releasing his daughter, looking towards her, he raised his brow.
"Come on then SLUT! You have your say. How many other guys have you screwed behind mine and your mother's backs? Huh?! You're a cheap ... dirty ... little ... WHORE!"
He screamed, his hand smacking against her cheek, with a furious slap. So much for christianity, Jesus'd be ashamed of him. Shaking his head Jason looked away, he couldn't bare this.
"Come on then ... have your fucking SAY!"
He shouted once more.
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Post by [x] Imogen // Taylor on Aug 11, 2006 15:05:13 GMT
This just seemed to be all too much for Imogen she could barely fight back, and with her father and Jason now litrally fighting over her she had no strength to fight back anymore. She knew what she wanted, she wanted her father to give her a life of her own, realise his grip on her and let her find her own way in the world, she also wanted to be with Jason. She was falling for that guy. As he stopped and asked her on Jasons request all she could do was look down and mutter, "None." At his question of her sexual experiences, but it was barely auidable. And as he slapped her, she saw jason turn around and he shouted at for her to have her say.
"I fuck hate you. I wish you was dead!" She screamed at her father who instantly let go of his daughters arm at the pure shock of her words, his face turned somewhat angry but emotional. Imogen ran off down the garden path and out of the gate which almost bounced from its hinges. She started to pace off down the street. She had no clue where she was going but she just knew she was going somewhere, anywhere but near her father. Her phone in her skirt pocket beeped but she ignored it. Rushing faster as the sound of a cars engine closed up on her and her father stopped, opening the window and bellowing for her to go home or she'd get whatever was coming to her.
At that she headed for home, the car driving off. It was about ten minutes later when she rounded the path and her mother was stood in the window looking for her baby girl, when she saw her she disappeared and her father flew from the door and dragged her into the house, her mother shouting at him to stop it with her, trying to tell him she was growing up now. "She is not speaking to me like that, if she wishes me gone fine. She's done it this time. Sarah go get her bags and pack them!" He shouted and Imogens face dropped, her mother looked at him, shoved past him got into the car and drove off. She looked to her father who stormed upstairs making a huge racket while doing so.
Half an hour later he emerged downstairs with a suitcase all her things thrown in, and another small bag with all her personal belongings in. He threw them out of the door, pushing her with them. "Get lost, your not welcome here anymore. You have disgraced our Family. Do not come back!" And with that the door was slammed in her face.
Half an hour later she was in her usual place, the beach. Her things next to her, she sat upon the sand, tears steaking her face, her womanhood hurting, numb. She wiped away her tears and took out her mobile phone, phoning the only person she could relay on in this world. She found out his number and pressed the green phone upon her phone and she placed it to her ear, phoning Jasons phone. The phone suddenly clicked, either onto answering machine or someone had picked up. "Jason its me. My dad. Hes thrown me out with my things. I have no where to go."
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Post by .|JASONCOOPERxx on Aug 11, 2006 18:51:35 GMT
He wanted so badly to run after her, but couldn't. This was in the hands of their family now. He'd more or less ruined her life already. He walked back in the house, sliding down the door and resting his head in his hands. What had he done?! What had imogen done to deserve Jason?!
It was a couple of hours later, maybe less, he didn't know, if felt like months, but, his phone began to ring, slowly he realized the name stated Imogen, and he brought it up to his ear, not making a sound, but hearing her strained, crying voice at the other end.
Them BASTARDS!
How could they trow her out like that. He opened his mouth his voice quick, and worried.
"OK, Imogen, baby, it's OK, I'll come and get you were are you babe?"
He didn't really need to ask that, he knew where she went when she had to get away, when she was alone, when she was ... under their influence. He ran outside, his top flung over his head, his jeans pulled up now. He opened the car door and drove down to the beach, staying on the phone with her until the shore came into sight. Opening the door andran to her and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, kissing her head.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry."
He said softly, releasing her and bending down to grip onto her bags.
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Post by [x] Imogen // Taylor on Aug 11, 2006 20:14:24 GMT
She talked to him, explaining everything that had happened as he told her he was driving to meet her, and withtin minutes he was running up to her and she dropped her phone and placed her head onto his chest and she started to cry into it, her hands around his back and holding him close as she pulled back, wiping her own tears away. She caught her breath back and she tip toed to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"Can i, i mean, could i stay with you until i get myself sorted out?" She asked him. She did honestly believe her father would not let her back, she knew full well he would not let her back. Now it meant she would have to support herself, she hadn't even though of her mother, or the pain it would be causing her. She was still her mothers little girl, and she was the only person who understood her, not even her mum could get her father to stop his ways.
She looked up to him, as he bent down to grab her bags. She kissed him again, shaking her head as he apologised. "Fuck that Jason, its not your fault. I'll be fine later! I just, i don't know."
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Post by .|JASONCOOPERxx on Aug 12, 2006 13:12:45 GMT
Jason hushed her, bending down to pink up her phone and handing it back to her.
Her bags were placed firmly in his hands and he ran to his car, slamming the trunk shut after pushing in the bags of clothing and items, he walked back to her, slipping his hand into her,s and walking over to the car door, opening it for Imogen to get in but speaking before she could.
"Of course you can."
He stated smoothly, before stepping out of the way, allowing her to enter into the car, and then running aorund the front to his side, climbing in himself, and revving the engine. He looked around. No white car. At least he wasn't stalking them anymore.
He'd never do anything to his kids like that. Never force them into a way of life or a religino. Of course, he'd be firm and occasionally strict, with them, but he wouldn't diminate them/
Yes.
Jason wanted kids. Strangely enough. Being in prison, having no life, made him WANT a life. Oh, he'd always wanted a wife, and a family. Maybe Imogen didn't, maybe their relationship wouldn't last. But, one thing was for sure, he really liked her. Really. He'd do anything to get them into a happy relationship, together ... and yes, it may sound cheap and nasty ... but, forever. Until death .. do them part.
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Post by [x] Imogen // Taylor on Aug 13, 2006 18:58:37 GMT
Imogen followed him slowly over to the car, wiping her eyes gently and then climbing into the car, closing the door gently and putting on her seatbelt before once again wiping under her eyes. She gave a gentle, small yawn as her hand came up to cover her mouth, her eyes blinking. It was roughly about half past one in the morning, and after the chaotic and dramatic day she had had she was certainly tired and she just wanted to get her head down, sleep and try and forget about it. But one thing was for sure, she was not going back, not now. Of course she could find it in her heart to forgive her father but that did not mean she would move back in, even if he did continue to scream, shout, rant and rave. After she had got herself together, in the morning she would take the day of college and go around to the local job center and see what jobs they had open for a college student like herself, she would then try and sort out some living arrangements, maybe a small flat close to the college in a student building. She'd have to work it out, she couldn't get under Jasons feet.
Jason and herself had grown close over the past twenty four hours and exchanged strong words, but what did that mean now? She'd wait, bring it up later, after she'd sorted herself something out. She couldn't deal with bringing it up in the car. Thats all that played on her mind as he drove towards his home. He was being so kind to her. Her hand touched her face, two bruises under her eye. They'd fade fast, they akways did, and make-up eaily covered them up. She found her eyes were heavy, but as they pulled up into his drive she sat up more alert.
With the car drawing to a stop, she unbuckled her seat belt and got out from the car, closing the door, going to the boot of the car where she met jason as she opened it up, pushing hair back from her face as she grabbed her large suitcase. "Thanks for this Jayce. You have no idea how much this means to me."
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