Post by RAUL-PHILIPPE NIX on Jan 3, 2012 16:54:33 GMT -5
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Baby you’re not alone, cuz you’re here with me
Raul calmly shrugged when she stated that physical scars were somewhat worse. “On the upside, no one screws with you when it’s skins in gym,” he said, trying to bring humor into an otherwise overly emotional conversation. He didn’t mind it, not really. Most guys would scoff at him for doing this without an ulterior motive, but he was okay with just sitting there alone with Harlow. He didn’t feel giddy in the way he usually did, and for a moment he didn’t feel as though he were a total and utter nerd with no idea what category he was in. He liked this. It was natural and smooth, calm and content. Sure, they were sharing things that Raul had never thought he would share with anybody, but it was…okay…Natural to tell someone, and natural to hear. He was still angry, more then, at Harlows father. The anger would probably always remain deep within him.
Raul chuckled and looked at her happily. His heart welled with something close to a prosaic feeling. ‘Who knew sitting in a gazebo could be so emotional?’ He chuckled at that. Who knew, indeed? And who knew that on this cold day, when Raul had had no intention to do anything but sleep in for a while and study, he’d be sitting with the girl of his dreams in one? He didn’t say this, and would probably never say it, but he thought to himself. How true is that?
Raul stayed there, and didn’t move. His thoughts drifted, for a moment playing over all the times his father had threatened him, degraded him. He’d pushed him over the limit far to many times and ended up paying for it with his daughters sanity. He wondered if his pa had cleaned up his act or if he was still moping in his sorrow. A bottle of vodka and a can of Bud Light for his night time ventures? Yes, this seemed accurate.
Harlow’s speech interrupted his thoughts, and made him think deeply. “Grace is my own personal hell. It’s keeping me from finding a way to help her,” he said, unsure if Harlow had heard or if she’d understand if she did. Raul shook his head. “Again, not stupid. Brainwashed,” he said. There was no way to state this nicely, and he felt bad, but he wanted to get the point across that she wasn’t stupid for anything she did.
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