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disclaiming about, see the other chapters. If ya wanna sue me, Canada will
go rabid on your ass! Muahahahahahahahahaha
Tamed:
Chapter 4
I woke up to Link poking me with the phone. "What?" He put the phone to my ear. "Yellow?"
"Hey, Tamer. You gettin up soon? We gotst to go to the tourney." I groaned.
"Must we go so early?" I complained, opening my eyes a little wider to look at my clock. "Hey, it's already 9:00." I yawned. "Mkay, I'll get up."
"Cool."
"Hey, how'd you get my number?" I asked, sitting up.
"Um,, gotta go!" I heard the click of the disconnected line and hung up too. I went downstairs and ate. Then went upstairs to shower and brush teeth and hair. I put it in short pigtails. No, they're not as cute as you might think, so HA!
Clothing consisted of my camouflage shorts, and that penny shirt everyone loves so damn much. I never thought it was very funny. As I was slipping on my Converses, the phone rang again. "Yesh?" The voice on the other line scared me.
"Hey, baby. How've you been?" My father.
*Flashback*
I saw his big hand coming down and slapping me across the face. His loud voice yelling for spilling his beer. He was drunk, and in one of those moods where not even the strongest Pokèmon could stop him. My mom wasn't home, and the grandparentals were out for work, so he had to take care of me. I was now crying, holding my face and cowering from his cocked hand, ready to strike anything that moved.
Mom walked in soon after that and held my shaking body. I was four at the time, and that wasn't the first time it'd happened. He hated Pokèmon, I loved them, I didn't know not to talk about them. That's what got him started, and when I was watching a match on T.V. he told me to get him some more. Every beer he finished, he demanded another until he was at the point of hitting.
Mom told me to go to my room, I heard yelling over my sobs, I called Dan on the phone and told him what had happened. Then when Mom barged in, one eye black, she too crying, saying that she was getting a restraining order. I could hear his car squealing away.
The case had lasted for about a year, when he finally broke my arm in the court room, and the judge had to give us the restraining order.
That included phone calls....
*End Flashback*
"Why are you calling me?" I spat.
He laughed. "I took my case to court and the judge said I have the right to call. So you should be a bit nicer to your old dad." He laughed some more, and I growled a little. The Taurus in me was getting upset, even with it's patience.
"How could you have done that without me being there?" I snarled. I hadn't forgotten or forgivin what he'd done to me. And since I am a Bull, I had the stubborness to still have that rage against him, so I would never like him.
"Easy, I had a friend's daughter pose as you." He laughed even harder.
"That's illegal!" I yelled at him. He didn't say anything, just continued to laugh at me. I hung up the phone and ran downstairs to my mom. She looked at me and then got a worried look on her face. The phone was gripped tightly in my fist.
"Keita, what's wrong?"
"Dad. Just called me." She gasped and dropped the pot she was putting in the dishwasher.
"But, how?" She whispered.
"He said he had someone pose as me so he could get the right to call."
She looked very mad. "I'm calling the police. Go to Jon's house and stay there. I'm getting him to come here. Once you get there, I want you to forget about your Dad calling and have a good time, got it?" I nodded, got my belt and got all my Pokèmon together.
I told them about my dad, then put them into their Pokèballs. Tamer was the only one out, and she tried to comfort me. "I hate him with a passion, ya know?" She nodded and mumbled something. I smiled and hopped onto her back, and held on as she flew off to Jon's house.
Yesh, it a bit short, but I didn't know what else to put. Well, R&R. Bye all.
Tamed:
Chapter 4
I woke up to Link poking me with the phone. "What?" He put the phone to my ear. "Yellow?"
"Hey, Tamer. You gettin up soon? We gotst to go to the tourney." I groaned.
"Must we go so early?" I complained, opening my eyes a little wider to look at my clock. "Hey, it's already 9:00." I yawned. "Mkay, I'll get up."
"Cool."
"Hey, how'd you get my number?" I asked, sitting up.
"Um,, gotta go!" I heard the click of the disconnected line and hung up too. I went downstairs and ate. Then went upstairs to shower and brush teeth and hair. I put it in short pigtails. No, they're not as cute as you might think, so HA!
Clothing consisted of my camouflage shorts, and that penny shirt everyone loves so damn much. I never thought it was very funny. As I was slipping on my Converses, the phone rang again. "Yesh?" The voice on the other line scared me.
"Hey, baby. How've you been?" My father.
*Flashback*
I saw his big hand coming down and slapping me across the face. His loud voice yelling for spilling his beer. He was drunk, and in one of those moods where not even the strongest Pokèmon could stop him. My mom wasn't home, and the grandparentals were out for work, so he had to take care of me. I was now crying, holding my face and cowering from his cocked hand, ready to strike anything that moved.
Mom walked in soon after that and held my shaking body. I was four at the time, and that wasn't the first time it'd happened. He hated Pokèmon, I loved them, I didn't know not to talk about them. That's what got him started, and when I was watching a match on T.V. he told me to get him some more. Every beer he finished, he demanded another until he was at the point of hitting.
Mom told me to go to my room, I heard yelling over my sobs, I called Dan on the phone and told him what had happened. Then when Mom barged in, one eye black, she too crying, saying that she was getting a restraining order. I could hear his car squealing away.
The case had lasted for about a year, when he finally broke my arm in the court room, and the judge had to give us the restraining order.
That included phone calls....
*End Flashback*
"Why are you calling me?" I spat.
He laughed. "I took my case to court and the judge said I have the right to call. So you should be a bit nicer to your old dad." He laughed some more, and I growled a little. The Taurus in me was getting upset, even with it's patience.
"How could you have done that without me being there?" I snarled. I hadn't forgotten or forgivin what he'd done to me. And since I am a Bull, I had the stubborness to still have that rage against him, so I would never like him.
"Easy, I had a friend's daughter pose as you." He laughed even harder.
"That's illegal!" I yelled at him. He didn't say anything, just continued to laugh at me. I hung up the phone and ran downstairs to my mom. She looked at me and then got a worried look on her face. The phone was gripped tightly in my fist.
"Keita, what's wrong?"
"Dad. Just called me." She gasped and dropped the pot she was putting in the dishwasher.
"But, how?" She whispered.
"He said he had someone pose as me so he could get the right to call."
She looked very mad. "I'm calling the police. Go to Jon's house and stay there. I'm getting him to come here. Once you get there, I want you to forget about your Dad calling and have a good time, got it?" I nodded, got my belt and got all my Pokèmon together.
I told them about my dad, then put them into their Pokèballs. Tamer was the only one out, and she tried to comfort me. "I hate him with a passion, ya know?" She nodded and mumbled something. I smiled and hopped onto her back, and held on as she flew off to Jon's house.
Yesh, it a bit short, but I didn't know what else to put. Well, R&R. Bye all.