I Want Out
By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR stuff. I don't. Please don't sue me. I do this just for fun and I don't make any money from it.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you ask me first.
Rating: R for language
Timeline: About ten years after the gang graduates high school. Everyone is either 27 or 28.
My Notes: Okay, a while back a bunch of people asked me to write a fic starring this couple. I couldn't really think of anything to write about, but here it is. Please read and review.
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Abby sat at the top of the stairs, tears running down her chubby cheeks as she listened to her parents arguing again for the second time that night. It seemed that was all they ever did anymore since her sister had gone away. She hugged her purple velvet rabbit close to her chest and leaned up against the long table that sat in the upstairs hallway. She didn't know how life had got this way. It seemed she had woken up one morning and everything had been completely different. Sometimes she wished her parents would just go ahead and split up if they didn't like each other so much. She heard her mother's voice get louder as if she was getting closer and hurriedly made her way back to her cold bedroom to cry in the dark.
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"You never listen to me anymore," Trini yelled, her patience stretching thin.
"If you had much to say maybe I would. But, no. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a damn command! Do this, do that! Take out the trash! Make sure you are at the school on time today so Abby doesn't have to wait! Jason, you have to rinse the dishes before you put them in there! Maybe if you weren't on my ass all the time about every little thing I would not be such a jerk." Jason chunked the mail on the table and opened the refrigerator.
"Maybe if you would do things right the first time I wouldn't be on your ass all the time! You think that just because I don't work and I stay home with the kids that I don't do a thing all day. But that's right, taking care of two kids, cleaning, making school runs, taking your uniforms to the dry cleaners, and being home in time to make dinner and satisfy you isn't a job! Just because I don't get paid doesn't mean that I sit around watching Oprah all damn day. I work just as hard as you do. In fact, if it wasn't for you I would probably be a successful business woman instead of a maid and sex on legs."
"You dropped out of college Trini; I had no say in that! You were the one that said you wanted to stay home with the kids, not me! That was your choice. I'm sick and tired of you taking your anger out on me. I told you after Austin was born that if you wanted to go back to school that it was fine with me."
"How did I end up like this? If you told me ten years ago that I would be a house wife with two kids I would have..."
"Two kids? TWO kids? In case you have forgotten Trini, we have three kids. Just because August is dead doesn't mean she isn't our child anymore," Jason spat out, the words bitter on his tongue.
"I can't believe you just said that to me." Tears welled up in her eyes as anger flashed across her face. "How dare you say that!" The tears cascaded down her face as her hands shook. In fear that she would lash out at him, she turned and ran up the stairs, the door slamming violently behind her as she entered their room.
Jason collapsed in one of the kitchen chairs, his face in his hands, his heart in his throat. It had been five months since their six year old daughter, August, had been murdered. The family has fallen apart since then. He didn't know what to do. Their marriage had been so strong before that hideous night. Now, his wife and him couldn't even hold a simple conversation without pulling each other's hair out. They fought over little things, like who would run Austin's bath water and who would go get the family something to eat for dinner. His looked up as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Trini appeared in front of him with red rimmed eyes and a blue bag slung over her shoulder.
"I'm staying at Kim and Tommy's tonight. Don't call me. Don't come over, and don't expect me back tonight." With that she turned, grabbed her jacket off the coat holder, and left the house.
"Great."
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Okay, I know that was not the best way to start off a new fic, but I was at a loss as to how to come about this. Please read and review! Thanks. ~Morgan~
By: Morgan
Disclaimer: Saban owns all PR stuff. I don't. Please don't sue me. I do this just for fun and I don't make any money from it.
Distribution: Anywhere as long as you ask me first.
Rating: R for language
Timeline: About ten years after the gang graduates high school. Everyone is either 27 or 28.
My Notes: Okay, a while back a bunch of people asked me to write a fic starring this couple. I couldn't really think of anything to write about, but here it is. Please read and review.
*****
Abby sat at the top of the stairs, tears running down her chubby cheeks as she listened to her parents arguing again for the second time that night. It seemed that was all they ever did anymore since her sister had gone away. She hugged her purple velvet rabbit close to her chest and leaned up against the long table that sat in the upstairs hallway. She didn't know how life had got this way. It seemed she had woken up one morning and everything had been completely different. Sometimes she wished her parents would just go ahead and split up if they didn't like each other so much. She heard her mother's voice get louder as if she was getting closer and hurriedly made her way back to her cold bedroom to cry in the dark.
*****
"You never listen to me anymore," Trini yelled, her patience stretching thin.
"If you had much to say maybe I would. But, no. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a damn command! Do this, do that! Take out the trash! Make sure you are at the school on time today so Abby doesn't have to wait! Jason, you have to rinse the dishes before you put them in there! Maybe if you weren't on my ass all the time about every little thing I would not be such a jerk." Jason chunked the mail on the table and opened the refrigerator.
"Maybe if you would do things right the first time I wouldn't be on your ass all the time! You think that just because I don't work and I stay home with the kids that I don't do a thing all day. But that's right, taking care of two kids, cleaning, making school runs, taking your uniforms to the dry cleaners, and being home in time to make dinner and satisfy you isn't a job! Just because I don't get paid doesn't mean that I sit around watching Oprah all damn day. I work just as hard as you do. In fact, if it wasn't for you I would probably be a successful business woman instead of a maid and sex on legs."
"You dropped out of college Trini; I had no say in that! You were the one that said you wanted to stay home with the kids, not me! That was your choice. I'm sick and tired of you taking your anger out on me. I told you after Austin was born that if you wanted to go back to school that it was fine with me."
"How did I end up like this? If you told me ten years ago that I would be a house wife with two kids I would have..."
"Two kids? TWO kids? In case you have forgotten Trini, we have three kids. Just because August is dead doesn't mean she isn't our child anymore," Jason spat out, the words bitter on his tongue.
"I can't believe you just said that to me." Tears welled up in her eyes as anger flashed across her face. "How dare you say that!" The tears cascaded down her face as her hands shook. In fear that she would lash out at him, she turned and ran up the stairs, the door slamming violently behind her as she entered their room.
Jason collapsed in one of the kitchen chairs, his face in his hands, his heart in his throat. It had been five months since their six year old daughter, August, had been murdered. The family has fallen apart since then. He didn't know what to do. Their marriage had been so strong before that hideous night. Now, his wife and him couldn't even hold a simple conversation without pulling each other's hair out. They fought over little things, like who would run Austin's bath water and who would go get the family something to eat for dinner. His looked up as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Trini appeared in front of him with red rimmed eyes and a blue bag slung over her shoulder.
"I'm staying at Kim and Tommy's tonight. Don't call me. Don't come over, and don't expect me back tonight." With that she turned, grabbed her jacket off the coat holder, and left the house.
"Great."
*****
Okay, I know that was not the best way to start off a new fic, but I was at a loss as to how to come about this. Please read and review! Thanks. ~Morgan~
