forum Broken & Beautiful (Private o/o)
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tune

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Deleted user

Maybe when she's running away, she'll run into someone – you.

@croccin-champagne

You got a gender preference for my character? Also, d'you mean like, they offer her a place to stay, and then maybe after she's left, they run into each other later?

Deleted user

Mmm… can you do a guy? If you don't want to, you can do a girl. ;)

Deleted user

Late 20s, early 30s? That way it would be reasonable for the marriage to have been drawn out a bit.

Deleted user

Mmm… nope! Shall I fetch us a template or no?

Deleted user

Nah, you're good! Just clarifying. (I'm Eastern Time.)

Deleted user

(Okay!)

Robin was breathing heavy. She had a meager bag packed with everything she owned in the world in it. Everything he hadn't stolen. Or smashed. Or ripped. She felt hot and ashamed, wearing only denim shorts, a lacy bra, flip-flops, and a very dirty flannel shirt whose buttons were torn off by you-know-who. He liked to see her "the way you're supposed to be seen". In his mind, that was "ready for sex at the drop of a hat". And she was done. The verbal, physical, and sexual abuse stopped now. He laid sleep in their bed – No. His bed. – with his arms tightly encasing her. She'd slipped out, grabbed her things, and was just preparing to run for it when he shifted in bed. She froze, but he remained asleep. She slipped out the front door and ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care as long as it was away from him! "No regrets!" she said aloud.

@croccin-champagne

Matteo was exhausted. For the past hour, he'd been ferrying his drunk friends back to their homes, making sure they were in bed, and then driving to the next place. He'd saved his best friend for last, knowing Gabe was the least plastered of the bunch, and was leaning against the shitty old fifteen-seater that served as his vehicle. He'd gotten it for cheap, fixed it up, and instantly became the permanent designated driver of his friendgroup. Not that he was complaining all that much, considering he didn't drink. Still, it was exhausting work, and he just wanted to get something to eat and go home.

Deleted user

Robin wasn't exactly a distance runner, so she slowed tho a breathy walk as soon as his house was out of sight. She leaned against a STOP sign to catch her breath. Her eyes closed for a moment, then flickered open at the sound of a car. Great… She could already imagine the conversation. "No, officer, I'm not a prostitute…"

@croccin-champagne

Matteo pulled to a stop at the stop sign, fingers tapping a beat on the steering wheel as he watched the street. And then his gaze landed on a woman leaning against the sign, dressed very much like the hookers in his neighborhood. Only…she looked almost distressed. He pulled up closer, keeping a decent enough distance so as not to scare her as he rolled down the passenger window, the one she was closest to. "Uh, ma'am? Are you alright?"

Deleted user

Her head hurt so bad. Damn hangovers… he had made her drink too. She blinked at the car. It wasn't a cop car, and the driver actually looked concerned. Now was as good a time as any to tell the complete and utter truth. "No…" she whispered hoarsely. "I'm not…"

@croccin-champagne

"You look hungover as hell." He commented, unlocking the car doors. "I've got water bottles in the back, sealed, promise, and advil. Need a ride anywhere?" She looked about to fall over, and it was worrying him.

Deleted user

She laughed quietly. "Hell." She was being completely serious too.

@croccin-champagne

"How 'bout a hotel instead?" He asked, furrowing his brows. "Or, god, I've even got a bed you could crash in, if you really needed." He seemed unaware of the accidental double meaning for a moment, before blinking. "I mean, like, I could take the couch, and you-ugh. Just…let me give you a ride somewhere? You look, no offense, like shit."