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elisgalpal) wrote2008-01-11 03:11 pm
elisgalpal) wrote2008-01-11 03:11 pm
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Another story...
Okay, this is unedited. So far. But I figure I will not post it anywhere at all if I don't put it here, edited or not. So here it is. Out there in the universe. And it's a long one so I guess I'll have to post it in parts.
Slowly she rolls over on the bed, room spinning faster now, as she tries to focus on the voices in the room with her.
Angry voice.
Gentle voice.
It finally registered that the gentle voice belonged to Tim and she painfully realized the angry voice was that of her father.
She groaned.
The gentle voice was gone.
She leaned up best she could and mumbled “Daddy...” before falling back on the bed.
“Hey Julie” he said as he walked closer to her, smelling the alcohol.
“I won't fall off the bed now.”
“You what?” He was seething inside by now and trying his best not to yell, knowing it would only make things worse with his obviously inebriated daughter.
“I won't fall off the bed cause Timmy moved my feet on the bed. Oh god Daddy the room is really spinning. Is it supposed to spin this way? Make it stop spinning, please Daddy.” She lightly gasped. “Oh, I wasn't supposed to call him Timmy. Said you would know I'd been drinking if I said Timmy around you. And Dad. I'm supposed to call you Dad too. Damn.” She rolled over, her head close to the edge of the bed. “I couldn't walk Daddy so he helped me. And there was a guy. And the guy was getting me more beer but he didn't come back. I don't know why he didn't come back with my beer. That's when he brought me home...when he brought me here. I told him Lois likes him. And Aunt Shelly thinks he's cute but he says she's too old for him and he's not doing that again. The older woman thing. He'll wait to find a high school girl his own age. Said I was young. I'm too young. Aunt Shelly's too old. Mom's way too old. And you're a man so you're no good either. He's nice. He should be in love.”
“You know you talk a lot when you drink. Kinda like your mother.” Eric picked up a blanket and placed it over her body and grabbed a trash can. He took the full bag out, found an empty bag and placed it in the can, certain his daughter would need it later on. “Julie, there's a trash can beside you hon. If the room spins and you feel sick, you get the trash can and use it if you can't make it to the bathroom. Holler for me or your mom and we'll help. Then in the morning you and I are going to have a little talk okay?” Eric wiped her forehead brushing her hair out of her eyes and wincing inside as he realizes he very well could have jumped to the wrong conclusions with Tim Riggins...a concept that never would have crossed his mind concerning a female, especially not his daughter.
“Yup, we'll talk later Daddy. Please make the room stop spinning before you go to bed.” She reached her hand out to her father, he gently grabbed it for a moment and then placed it beside her.
“I would if I could sweetheart but I can't. You'll have to sleep it off.” Eric Taylor left his daughter's room, quietly closing the door behind him and then opening it back up again as he realized she might need him before too long. He walked into his bedroom, kissed the baby and sat down on the bed.
She sat up and rubbed his back with the palm of her hand. “Hon, what's the matter.”
“Nothing.” He answered, anger still clearly in his voice.
“Don't nothing me, I heard something and then I heard the door close. Where's Tim?”
“Gone.” He stood and walked to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he walked to the sink, turned on the water and splashed some of it on his face. He knew if he stayed in the bathroom too long his wife would be in the tiny room asking question after question. He took a deep breath, shut off the water after brushing his teeth, and opened the door. Turning out the light he walked back to the bed and sat down once more waiting for the barrage of questions.
“Why is Tim Riggins gone?” she quietly asks, not sure she wants to hear the answer.
He squeezed his eyes shut before answering. “Because I walked into our daughter's room and found him leaning over her as she was lying on the bed. Drunk I might add with her arms wrapped around his neck.”
“WHAT?”
“Shh, you'll wake the baby.”
“Hell with waking the baby, I'll put her back to sleep. You know what? I told you it was a bad idea for that boy to be in this house with our 16 year old daughter and you said it would be fine. I should be more hospitable, charitable. Hell with hospitable, I am going to kick that boy's ass.” Tami sat up in bed and started to stand up.
He stood and blocked her. “No, you're not. I yelled at him as quietly as I could and I told him to get out of the house.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and with a gentle push, she sat down. Eric knelt in front of her. “Look. After listening to your daughter rambling on and on in her drunken state, I think he was trying to tell me that it wasn't in fact what it looked like and he was helping our daughter instead of trying to take advantage of her. And by the way, do you know your sister has the hots for my high school football player?”
“Yeah, I've known since the first day he was here. Anyway, what did she say? Why do you think you were wrong with what you saw and you are not thinking about letting him stay here again right? Right Eric?” She glared at him and he had flashes of bodily harm coming his way if he didn't answer these questions exactly right.
“Well, no, probably not. But I'm not sure I was completely right with the conclusion I made when I saw them in her room. I thought he was literally on top of her but he may have just been moving her on the bed so she didn't fall off. That's what she said he did anyway.” He took her hands in his, rubbing them gently trying to calm her down and wondering when exactly he'd calmed down himself.
“Don't you dare patronize me Eric Taylor. I do not want that boy in this house if he is in any way taking advantage of her. How did he end up bringing her home after she was drunk. Where did she get drunk and why was she drunk and why did he take her to get drunk. Dammit Eric, did he get her drunk, take advantage of her and then bring her home like he was a perfect gentleman? Don't think I won't kick that boy's ass.”
“I know. I know you can kick his ass and I am pretty sure he knows you can kick his ass. Right now though his ass is outside somewhere and your ass needs to get some sleep.” Eric let go of his wife's hands and waited for her to turn and lay down in their bed before moving over to his side. After undressing and laying down in bed beside his wife, he finally tells her they'll talk in the morning.
“Why do we have to wait until the morning?” Tami would not let it go.
“I'm tired. Julie can't talk and I have a feeling she will need one or both of us before too long when she's in the bathroom getting rid of however much she drank tonight. The room was spinning and she wanted her daddy to make it stop.”
“Oh, she's really drunk isn't she? Where the hell did he take her?” She was right when she said she didn't want to wait until morning for the full conversation.
“Last I knew, they were not going to the dance. There was some party tonight before the dance like there always is, so maybe they went there and that's where she was drinking.” Eric didn't want to talk anymore but he knew his wife and he knew she wasn't going to stop talking and wait until morning. He prepared himself for more questions with a silent prayer that she would soon give up or Julie would yell for help.
“You were in no way worried. You would have let him stay here as long as he wanted because it 'evened out the genders'. Eric, I swear, you are the most...”
“Moooommm...”
“Oh you are lucky my daughter needs me right now.” Tami flung the covers off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood and stomped her way out of their bedroom into Julie's room as Eric contemplated his next move. He started to get out of bed when Shelly stepped into the doorway.
“Don't you dare move. I'll help. You go to sleep because I think you'll need as much sleep as you can get Eric Taylor.” Shelley was not going to let her sister and brother-in-law argue while Julie was in her own world of hurt and needed them more than they needed to fight. There was time for that in the morning.
Tis all...for part one
Slowly she rolls over on the bed, room spinning faster now, as she tries to focus on the voices in the room with her.
Angry voice.
Gentle voice.
It finally registered that the gentle voice belonged to Tim and she painfully realized the angry voice was that of her father.
She groaned.
The gentle voice was gone.
She leaned up best she could and mumbled “Daddy...” before falling back on the bed.
“Hey Julie” he said as he walked closer to her, smelling the alcohol.
“I won't fall off the bed now.”
“You what?” He was seething inside by now and trying his best not to yell, knowing it would only make things worse with his obviously inebriated daughter.
“I won't fall off the bed cause Timmy moved my feet on the bed. Oh god Daddy the room is really spinning. Is it supposed to spin this way? Make it stop spinning, please Daddy.” She lightly gasped. “Oh, I wasn't supposed to call him Timmy. Said you would know I'd been drinking if I said Timmy around you. And Dad. I'm supposed to call you Dad too. Damn.” She rolled over, her head close to the edge of the bed. “I couldn't walk Daddy so he helped me. And there was a guy. And the guy was getting me more beer but he didn't come back. I don't know why he didn't come back with my beer. That's when he brought me home...when he brought me here. I told him Lois likes him. And Aunt Shelly thinks he's cute but he says she's too old for him and he's not doing that again. The older woman thing. He'll wait to find a high school girl his own age. Said I was young. I'm too young. Aunt Shelly's too old. Mom's way too old. And you're a man so you're no good either. He's nice. He should be in love.”
“You know you talk a lot when you drink. Kinda like your mother.” Eric picked up a blanket and placed it over her body and grabbed a trash can. He took the full bag out, found an empty bag and placed it in the can, certain his daughter would need it later on. “Julie, there's a trash can beside you hon. If the room spins and you feel sick, you get the trash can and use it if you can't make it to the bathroom. Holler for me or your mom and we'll help. Then in the morning you and I are going to have a little talk okay?” Eric wiped her forehead brushing her hair out of her eyes and wincing inside as he realizes he very well could have jumped to the wrong conclusions with Tim Riggins...a concept that never would have crossed his mind concerning a female, especially not his daughter.
“Yup, we'll talk later Daddy. Please make the room stop spinning before you go to bed.” She reached her hand out to her father, he gently grabbed it for a moment and then placed it beside her.
“I would if I could sweetheart but I can't. You'll have to sleep it off.” Eric Taylor left his daughter's room, quietly closing the door behind him and then opening it back up again as he realized she might need him before too long. He walked into his bedroom, kissed the baby and sat down on the bed.
She sat up and rubbed his back with the palm of her hand. “Hon, what's the matter.”
“Nothing.” He answered, anger still clearly in his voice.
“Don't nothing me, I heard something and then I heard the door close. Where's Tim?”
“Gone.” He stood and walked to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he walked to the sink, turned on the water and splashed some of it on his face. He knew if he stayed in the bathroom too long his wife would be in the tiny room asking question after question. He took a deep breath, shut off the water after brushing his teeth, and opened the door. Turning out the light he walked back to the bed and sat down once more waiting for the barrage of questions.
“Why is Tim Riggins gone?” she quietly asks, not sure she wants to hear the answer.
He squeezed his eyes shut before answering. “Because I walked into our daughter's room and found him leaning over her as she was lying on the bed. Drunk I might add with her arms wrapped around his neck.”
“WHAT?”
“Shh, you'll wake the baby.”
“Hell with waking the baby, I'll put her back to sleep. You know what? I told you it was a bad idea for that boy to be in this house with our 16 year old daughter and you said it would be fine. I should be more hospitable, charitable. Hell with hospitable, I am going to kick that boy's ass.” Tami sat up in bed and started to stand up.
He stood and blocked her. “No, you're not. I yelled at him as quietly as I could and I told him to get out of the house.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and with a gentle push, she sat down. Eric knelt in front of her. “Look. After listening to your daughter rambling on and on in her drunken state, I think he was trying to tell me that it wasn't in fact what it looked like and he was helping our daughter instead of trying to take advantage of her. And by the way, do you know your sister has the hots for my high school football player?”
“Yeah, I've known since the first day he was here. Anyway, what did she say? Why do you think you were wrong with what you saw and you are not thinking about letting him stay here again right? Right Eric?” She glared at him and he had flashes of bodily harm coming his way if he didn't answer these questions exactly right.
“Well, no, probably not. But I'm not sure I was completely right with the conclusion I made when I saw them in her room. I thought he was literally on top of her but he may have just been moving her on the bed so she didn't fall off. That's what she said he did anyway.” He took her hands in his, rubbing them gently trying to calm her down and wondering when exactly he'd calmed down himself.
“Don't you dare patronize me Eric Taylor. I do not want that boy in this house if he is in any way taking advantage of her. How did he end up bringing her home after she was drunk. Where did she get drunk and why was she drunk and why did he take her to get drunk. Dammit Eric, did he get her drunk, take advantage of her and then bring her home like he was a perfect gentleman? Don't think I won't kick that boy's ass.”
“I know. I know you can kick his ass and I am pretty sure he knows you can kick his ass. Right now though his ass is outside somewhere and your ass needs to get some sleep.” Eric let go of his wife's hands and waited for her to turn and lay down in their bed before moving over to his side. After undressing and laying down in bed beside his wife, he finally tells her they'll talk in the morning.
“Why do we have to wait until the morning?” Tami would not let it go.
“I'm tired. Julie can't talk and I have a feeling she will need one or both of us before too long when she's in the bathroom getting rid of however much she drank tonight. The room was spinning and she wanted her daddy to make it stop.”
“Oh, she's really drunk isn't she? Where the hell did he take her?” She was right when she said she didn't want to wait until morning for the full conversation.
“Last I knew, they were not going to the dance. There was some party tonight before the dance like there always is, so maybe they went there and that's where she was drinking.” Eric didn't want to talk anymore but he knew his wife and he knew she wasn't going to stop talking and wait until morning. He prepared himself for more questions with a silent prayer that she would soon give up or Julie would yell for help.
“You were in no way worried. You would have let him stay here as long as he wanted because it 'evened out the genders'. Eric, I swear, you are the most...”
“Moooommm...”
“Oh you are lucky my daughter needs me right now.” Tami flung the covers off, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, stood and stomped her way out of their bedroom into Julie's room as Eric contemplated his next move. He started to get out of bed when Shelly stepped into the doorway.
“Don't you dare move. I'll help. You go to sleep because I think you'll need as much sleep as you can get Eric Taylor.” Shelley was not going to let her sister and brother-in-law argue while Julie was in her own world of hurt and needed them more than they needed to fight. There was time for that in the morning.
Tis all...for part one