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writefiction) wrote2008-03-19 12:08 pm
writefiction) wrote2008-03-19 12:08 pm
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Repost of "Breaking Free"
Title/Chapter: Breaking Free (21/?)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Previous Chapters
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Taylor's POV
"Get out of my sight before I go ape-shit on you," Zac growls lowly.
"Go ahead and hit me," I tell my brother as I stand up. "It's not as though I love you or anything. It's just 'supposedly.'" Then I stomp my way out of the room, giving the door a good slam.
I lean back against the bedroom door, letting the tears fall freely and silently. I can hear Zac crying on the other side of the door. It hurts to hear. It makes my chest ache and my heart feel like it's shattering into tiny little pieces. Normally, I'd go running in there to soothe him and wipe away his tears. But damnit, I hurt too!
I scrub my face with my hands and push myself away from the door. I make my way down the hall, heading for the lighter in my coat pocket. I get to the apartment door and take my jacket off the hook positioned next to said door, digging through the many pockets. Once I find my red Bic, I move to the living room. My target: the door in the corner that leads to the office.
After I enter the office, I close the door. I go over to my desk and reach under the table top, finding the key and pulling it off the magnet. I stick the key into the lock of the bottom desk drawer and give it a turn. I pull the drawer open and dig into the back, pulling out an ashtray and a pack of Marlboro Reds. Then I stand up and move to the blinds. I open them half way and open the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. I retrieve my lighter, ashtray and cigarettes and plant myself in the over-stuffed chair in the corner. I pack my cigarettes before opening them. I get comfortable in my chair, setting the ashtray on my lap, and light my first cigarette.
I inhale deeply, then let the smoke out slowly. The building management allows smoking in the individual apartments, but I promised Zac I wouldn't smoke inside. But right now I don't care. I hurt way too much to care.
Comments?
[P.S.] because this chapter is so short, I'm going to post 22 also. :)
Author: amanda: jaclyn's twin sister
Pairing: Zaylor Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No wives, no kids. They still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Previous Chapters
Summary: Typical Zaylor fic
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Taylor's POV
"Get out of my sight before I go ape-shit on you," Zac growls lowly.
"Go ahead and hit me," I tell my brother as I stand up. "It's not as though I love you or anything. It's just 'supposedly.'" Then I stomp my way out of the room, giving the door a good slam.
I lean back against the bedroom door, letting the tears fall freely and silently. I can hear Zac crying on the other side of the door. It hurts to hear. It makes my chest ache and my heart feel like it's shattering into tiny little pieces. Normally, I'd go running in there to soothe him and wipe away his tears. But damnit, I hurt too!
I scrub my face with my hands and push myself away from the door. I make my way down the hall, heading for the lighter in my coat pocket. I get to the apartment door and take my jacket off the hook positioned next to said door, digging through the many pockets. Once I find my red Bic, I move to the living room. My target: the door in the corner that leads to the office.
After I enter the office, I close the door. I go over to my desk and reach under the table top, finding the key and pulling it off the magnet. I stick the key into the lock of the bottom desk drawer and give it a turn. I pull the drawer open and dig into the back, pulling out an ashtray and a pack of Marlboro Reds. Then I stand up and move to the blinds. I open them half way and open the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. I retrieve my lighter, ashtray and cigarettes and plant myself in the over-stuffed chair in the corner. I pack my cigarettes before opening them. I get comfortable in my chair, setting the ashtray on my lap, and light my first cigarette.
I inhale deeply, then let the smoke out slowly. The building management allows smoking in the individual apartments, but I promised Zac I wouldn't smoke inside. But right now I don't care. I hurt way too much to care.
Comments?
[P.S.] because this chapter is so short, I'm going to post 22 also. :)
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