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Post by maggie on Sept 18, 2006 10:32:32 GMT 10
wait, if abby is referring to the marriage as a "mess" then why are she and richard still together? i'm confused...
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Post by Little Amy on Sept 18, 2006 10:51:55 GMT 10
When Abby said her marriage was a mess? I think Abby thinks she has a good husband and marriage but she is not complete..... just yet...... is it a bird? Is it an airplane? NO it's Super Luka!!!!!!!!
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Post by larue on Sept 18, 2006 11:28:37 GMT 10
Sorry...I need to change that somehow. The wedding is a flashback to the time she married Richard. Having FUN writing later chapters right now......
Added a sentence "Chicago - 9 years earlier' to the confusing part. Did that help?
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Post by Real Dream on Sept 18, 2006 12:13:22 GMT 10
awww I'm daying for an update!
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Post by larue on Sept 18, 2006 19:59:34 GMT 10
“Eric...no!” she was practically shouting into the telephone.
“It can’t be helped, Abby,” her brother said emphatically. “They’re sending me overseas.”
“But what about her job there?” Abby was shaking with anger.
“She quit her job two weeks ago.” Abby grimaced and pulled the phone away from her ear and shook it.
“She’s off her meds? Shit!”
‘You’ve got Richard to help you,” Eric said. “I don’t have anyone.” Just the entire US Air Force. Damn him.
“Do not let her come here, Eric,” Abby said emphatically. “I swear to god I’ll...”
“She’s on the bus to Chicago right now,” her brother said calmly. “She should arrive sometime tomorrow evening. You’ll have the whole weekend to hash things out with her. Look, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you. I promise.” Abby jammed the cordless phone back into it’s recharger and squeezed her arms around her chest in a horrific hug. Maggie. Maggie was coming here. Most likely off her meds. She couldn’t cope with that right now. But when was it ever the right time to cope with it?
Abby sat by the telephone waiting for her mother to call when her bus arrived at the station. Richard was at his hospital when the call finally came. Fortunately. Abby drove her car to the bus station and sat watching through the windows for a few minutes. Maggie was there. She was flighty. She was hyper. Her hair was frowzy and choppy. When had she gotten it cut? She was all over the waiting passengers and bus station attendants. Abby cringed as Maggie wrapped her arms around the huge security guard that seemed to be watching her and keeping her at a distance from the unsuspecting disembarking passengers. Abby shook her head. Any chance that guard would want to follow Maggie around all the time? Probably not.
Abby opened her car door and hurried in to the station. She waved slightly and Maggie ran toward her.
“Hi baby girl!” Maggie shrieked as she threw her arms around her. Abby smiled and hugged her for a brief second and took the bag Maggie was carrying. The guard nodded grimly and Abby led her mother out to her car.
“It’s so good to be here...it’s hot in Chicago...is it always this hot in Chicago in the summer? It feels like Tampa. Well, maybe not as humid as Tampa.” Maggie’s mouth was going a mile a minute with no chance to respond to anything she was saying. “Eric thought I should stay in Florida but I thought...no...no...this is the perfect opportunity to visit my baby girl for a while. They’re sending him overseas, Abby. To a war zone...do you think we should be worried or is he going to be safe? He’s training to be an air traffic controller now. I don’t know how he is going to do that. I mean, keeping track of all those planes flying over head. Can you imagine?” And on and on and on. Abby sighed wearily and pulled the car into the traffic and headed toward their home. Maggie was definitely off her meds. And for how long this time?
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Sept 18, 2006 22:54:56 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by jadestar on Sept 18, 2006 23:34:21 GMT 10
great update - hope Abby can deal with Maggie
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Post by steffi1986 on Sept 19, 2006 4:17:11 GMT 10
really great update, please do it again soon
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Post by Julianna (juscully) on Sept 19, 2006 5:25:35 GMT 10
this is a great idea for a fic. cant wait to see where you're taking this!
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Post by Little Amy on Sept 19, 2006 5:26:21 GMT 10
Great update!!!! I just love crazy Maggie!!!
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Post by *Natalie* on Sept 19, 2006 5:58:57 GMT 10
Uh oh... Maggie off her meds can't be too good
natalie x
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Post by larue on Sept 19, 2006 20:59:55 GMT 10
Holiday
“It’s Labor Day, Abby. It’s the only big party that my parents ever throw. The entire company will be there.”
“So, no one will miss me.”
“My mother will miss you,” Richard said firmly. “My father will miss you.” He adjusted the expensive sun glasses on his head and tucked the green and white striped polo shirt into his pressed jeans. New shoes. Perfectly dressed to play host next to his father and mother. She shook her head.
“I’ll call them and explain,” she said as she took a sip from the beer bottle in front of her. She lifted a section of the paper in front of her and studied...nothing.
“Oh, that’s rich,” he chuckled. “And what are you going to tell them? Sorry I can’t be there because my nut case of a mother hasn’t left her apartment that I am paying for in the last week?” Abby eyed him calmly and took another sip of her beer.
“Exactly...” she said. Inside she was seething. What an ass. Richard threw his hands up in frustration.
“Geez, Abby,” he said. “She has been running us ragged all summer running here and there, starting and quitting job after job, yammering on a mile a minute and now she’s quiet. Nothing is going to happen in the next few hours.” She was silent as she folded the paper in front of her on the table and took another drink from her beer. Richard shook his head in disgust. It wasn’t even 10 o’clock in the morning and she was on her second beer.
“Oh...what the hell,” he sighed heavily. “I guess I will see you...whenever.” He slammed the door behind him as he stalked out. She sighed heavily. She really didn’t want to go. She’d worked a shift and dealt with a difficult labor and delivery last night. There were other things she needed to do. His parents would understand. Maybe.
It was a very short El ride to Maggie’s building. They had selected it for that very reason. Abby used her own key and let herself into the apartment. She strained to see in the darkened living room and crossed to the windows to open the drapes. The room was flooded with sunshine and she sighed as she turned around. It was a mess. She gathered up the dirty dishes and carried them in to the kitchen sink. On a hunch she opened the refrigerator and stepped away from the stench of rotting food. Maggie had unplugged it again. Sometimes in her paranoia, she became convinced that someone - or something - was trying to poison her food through the electrical lines. Abby found a garbage bag and emptied the contents of the fridge into it. She set the bag by the door so she would remember to take it out with her.
She gathered up clothes for the hamper as she made her way to Maggie’s bedroom. She rapped softly on the door. She opened it and wasn’t surprised by what she saw. It was a sight she had seen too many times in her life anyway.
“Hi, Mom,” Abby said quietly as she dropped the dirty clothes into basket Maggie used as a hamper. She rounded the bed and opened the curtains at the window before she sat next to her mother. Maggie was huddled in a fetal position on top of the quilted coverlet. Abby scooted next to her and carefully brushed a strand of dark hair away from her mother’s face. Maggie’s eyes squeezed shut tighter.
“Go away, Abby,” she said. “I don’t want you here.”
“I know, Mom,” she said. “Come on. We’re going to get you in the shower.”
“I don’t want a shower, Abby...”
“I know, Mom. Come on now.” Abby pulled her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and Maggie protested weakly as Abby relentlessly hefted her to her shoulder and helped her move into the small bathroom. She sat her mother on the toilet and pulled back the shower curtain so she could get the water running. She eased the stinky nightgown from her mother’s torso and tossed it back into the bedroom toward the basket. Maggie’s head drooped almost to her waist. Abby gazed down at her for a second and then held her head gently against her chest. She smoothed Maggie’s hair and kissed the top of her head. Maggie’s arms moved slowly around Abby’s waist in a hug.
“I don’t deserve you, Abby,” she began to cry. “You’re my angel...”
“I know,” Abby said flatly as they rocked together slowly. “I’m the best there is.” She reached her hand into the shower stream and then helped Maggie into the tub.
When she was showered and dressed again, Abby drew a hair brush through Maggie’s damp, dark hair and sighed.
“I need to go to the store for eggs, bread and ketchup,” she said. “Why don’t you take a nap right here on the couch while I’m gone and I’ll make us something to eat when I get back. Scrambled eggs or something.” Maggie didn’t respond. Abby pressed a kiss to the top of her head again.
“I love you, Mom,” she said with a heavy sigh. She picked up the trash bag by the door and left without a backward glance.
Abby took her time at the market. She bought eggs, bread, ketchup and a few canned goods. Things she knew her mother would like. She carried the bags back to Maggie’s apartment and let herself in again.
The couch was empty. Just as she had expected. She set the bags down on the kitchen table and then made her way to the bedroom door. She didn’t knock this time. She just opened it slowly.
Maggie was gone. Just as she had expected. The drawers of the dresser were open and empty. Abby leaned back against the door frame and sighed. She knocked the back of her head against the wood for a moment and then headed back into the kitchen. She crouched down and opened a cupboard door. She reached way back and brought out the bottle of Scotch that Maggie kept hidden there. She set the bottle in the middle of the table. Then she opened the pantry door and reached behind the boxes of sundries and her fingers found the neck of the whiskey bottle that was hidden there. She carried it to the table and set it next to the scotch. Mechanically she reached for a glass from the cupboard and wiped it clean on her shirt. She sat at the table and stared at the liquor bottles for a long moment. She set the glass in front of her and opened the whiskey. She poured the glass half full and carefully lined the whiskey bottle back next to the scotch. She lifted the glass and studied the liquid inside through the flowered pattern on the outside of the glass. She lifted it to her lips and began to drink.
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Sept 19, 2006 22:18:48 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by Andie on Sept 19, 2006 23:02:25 GMT 10
I don't know how I missed this fic...it's totally amazing!!! I think it's a great idea to write about what was Abby's life when she was married to Richard, but making it in character...love how your writing her life with Richard and how he's not a complete jerk...at least so far...and I loved the part with her mon and the drinking!!! Thanks so much for writing this, as I have said before you're a very gifted writer!!! and I'm a big fan!!!!
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Post by larue on Sept 20, 2006 2:39:08 GMT 10
Reader's warning...sexual content
Mackinaw
They were walking their horses side by side along the long deserted road. Richard stopped and held a branch from a tree higher so she could pass without being slapped in the face. Abby held the reins lightly in her hand and urged the gentle horse forward, confident that he knew where to go better than she did. The trees overhead were a shower of green and gold and orange. Sunlight filtering through gave the trail and almost magical aura. It was warm in the sun and yet a little nippy in the shade. Typically autumn in northern Michigan. Richard caught up to her, glanced over at her and smiled.
“Beautiful, isn’t it,” he sighed. Abby nodded and smiled. He tipped his head toward a sun dappled hillside nearby.
“Wanna stop for a bit?” Abby nodded and drew her horse to the side of the road. They dismounted and tied the reins of their horses to low branches of nearby trees, taking care to see that the horses would be able to graze. He took her hand in his as they climbed through the fallen brush and fauna to the sun warmed spot and sat down in the grass. Abby took a deep breath and looked around. It was late September. Richard’s parents had taken a house on Mackinaw Island for one of the very last weeks of the tourist season and brought their entire family for a vacation together. Rebecca and her husband had come as well Richard’s younger brother, Ryan. Abby hadn’t wanted to come. After Maggie’s departure, all she wanted to do was stay home and enjoy the peace and quiet. Get back into the work and home routine. Richard had talked her into coming. Insisted that she come. And he had been right. It was a good thing. Something they needed to do.
Richard slipped the backpack off his shoulders and set it on the ground in front of him. He glanced at her playfully and unzipped the pack. He pulled out a blanket and she laughed as she helped him spread it out in the sun. She sat back down and swept the sweater she wore over her head and readjusted the tee shirt she wore under it. He sat next to her and pulled out a bottle of wine, a small box of crackers and a container of cheese squares. She held the crackers and watched as he rummaged around in the pack.
“Damn,” he muttered. “I forgot those cups.” He shrugged and peeled off the wax and used a cork remover to open the bottle.
“Guess we’ll just have to share,” he said with a grin and lifted the bottle to his lips. He took a long drink and offered it to her. Abby grinned and lifted the bottle to her lips. The pungent, spicy, warm wine washed over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed and then handed the bottle back to him. Richard took another drink and then settled back onto the blanket in the sun. Abby watched him for a moment and then laughed as he pulled her down next to him.
“God...this is great...,” he said. “No pagers, no patients...” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve missed you.” Abby was silent as she ran a hand over his sun warmed chest. He pressed a finger lightly to her lips.
“Don’t look now but we’re being watched.” He pointed carefully off into the woods and she lifted her head slowly. Three deer stood in the shadow of the trees watching them, totally unafraid as they nibbled on the grass and plants on the forest floor. Abby smiled and raised her head to look up at Richard. Her chin came to rest on his chest. He was watching her and his smile faded slowly. Her brown eyes studied his dark gray ones and then she drew herself up his side to his face. Richard’s hands slipped up under her tee shirt as she kissed him. He pulled her closer and then the tee shirt was slipped over her head as his mouth sought her nipples. Abby groaned softly and clung to his head and they rolled over on the blanket. Her fingers traveled through his hair and gripped tightly as he moved on top of her. His tongue played with one taut nipple and then the other as she reached down his back to pull his sweater and shirt off as well. His hands were at the clasp of her jeans and suddenly they were open and pulled down over her buttocks along with the panties she wore. The blanket was rough on her bare back and bottom but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Richard and what he was doing to her. Her mind was spinning and whirling because she had forgotten. Sheesh. Had it been that long since they’d done this?
Richard’s fingers were massaging and molding and exploring. He rubbed and squeezed the skin and muscles along her rib cage and across her back. He lifted his mouth to her’s and she held it there with her hands on the sides of his head. Their tongues twisted together and explored one another. She gasped as he pulled away and then his jeans and shorts were gone.
“What if someone comes by?” she asked as she took her boots off and kicked her own jeans from her knees to the grass.
“They won’t...tourist season is over,” he sighed and then he was at her again. His hands held her knees apart and his fingers did their job there. He was smiling down on her as her body seemed to have a mind of it’s own. She squeezed her eyes shut as she could feel the waves beginning to build within her. A fine sheen of sweat began to build all over her. He was grinning as her body began to arch against the blanket, her tight little navel reaching toward the setting sun over and over.
“Where are you?” she moaned and opened her eyes. Richard was grinning as he rose above her, his knees spreading her legs apart. She frowned as he entered her slowly...very slowly. Too slowly. He reached for the wine bottle and lifted it to his lips as he studied the frustrated look on her face and felt her body trying desperately to enclose him. He stopped her legs from encircling him. He pulled back a little and Abby screeched at him.
“Stop it...” she cried. “Damn you. You’re teasing me.” He nodded a little and then carefully poured a dribble of wine at the base of her neck and between her small heaving breasts. Abby shivered and glared up at him with flushed cheeks. He bent his head to taste the wine mixed with the sweat of her skin and Abby groaned again. She clutched at his back...his firm buttocks...and dug her short finger nails into his skin as she pulled him closer to her. Richard laughed and began to stroke...slowly and carefully...never quite going the full limit and she was becoming angrier and angrier. This was his game. She’d forgotten. He was in control. She hated that about him. She needed him and she hated him.
It was nearly sun down when they went back into town again. He left her at the house and took the horses back to the stable. She was braiding her long hair into a single plait as she walked through the house. Everyone was gone. Apparently Becca, Nick and Ryan were out to dinner. She found her mother in law relaxing in one of the white wooden lounge chairs on the deck. She was resting and looking out over the dark choppy waters of the straights. Abby could make out the lights of the Mackinaw Bridge in the distance.
“Oh, hi sweetheart,” Jacqueline Lockhart smiled as Abby kissed her forehead. “Did you and Richard have a good ride?” Abby almost choked but nodded, suppressing a smile as she moved to the rail of the deck and looked over the water. She glanced down into the yard and saw her father in law, with a glass of liquor in his hand, chatting over the fence with a neighbor. A female neighbor. An awfully friendly female neighbor.
“It’s a bit chilly out here, wouldn’t you say?” Jacqueline said as she pulled a blue and white sweater that was covering her knees to slip it over her shoulders. Abby sat carefully in to the chair next to her and stretched her legs out on the lounge.
“We missed you at the company picnic on Labor Day. I would have enjoyed spending some time with your mother.” Abby took a deep breath and chuckled lightly.
“Oh...I’m not so sure about that. She was in a depression cycle at that time,” she said. Jacqueline frowned slightly and looked at Abby.
“My mother has bi-polar disorder,” Abby said quickly. “She has manic and depression swings when she isn’t taking her medication.” There. She’d said it.
“Is that the sort of thing that runs in families?” Jacqueline asked curiously. Abby’s heart thudded and she turned to look at her mother in law. Why would she be asking that? Was she worried about Abby or about grandchildren? Jacqueline’s blue eyes were wide, her thick white hair cut into a short flattering bob and held back from her face with a thin black headband.
“My grandmother was prone to depression,” she explained. “My mother was as well. I always wondered if it was a...family thing...or something else.” Abby nodded in understanding and shrugged her shoulders.
“Oh, I did so want out of that house when I was young,” Jacqueline went on. “I took the very first opportunity that was handed to me.” Abby watched as her mother in law smiled down at the wedding band on her finger. The smile faded and she looked back out at the water thoughtfully. A Great Lakes freighter was passing by. It’s horn sounded mournfully across the water in the dusk. She sighed heavily and her eyes swept down to the yard where the sounds of flirty laughter drifted up to them. Abby studied Jacqueline’s grim face and then her mother in law smiled a little as she looked over at her.
“Oh don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I have had a good life but there are just some things that are hard to bear at times. He is actually very affectionate with me...after...well.” She picked Abby’s hand up in her’s and squeezed it warmly.
“Don’t let anyone push you into something you aren’t ready for, Abby,” she said. “You make sure...very sure...that you are the person you want to be before...” Her voice trailed off and her blue eyes welled with tears.
“I am just so very afraid that the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree, my dear,” she said. “I’m sorry about that. For you, most of all.” She squeezed Abby’s hand again as Richard came out from the house.
“Hey, girls...” he said brightly as he kissed his mother’s cheek and took Abby’s hand in his. “What do you say we barbecue steaks again tonight? I’m hungry as a horse!” Jacqueline and Abby exchanged wary smiles. Abby began to chuckle as Richard nuzzled her neck and tickled her while his mother looked on and laughed.
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