Jackie/Hyde. Jackie's POV. Takes place wayyy in the future, i dunno
you figure it. haha. Real short. I know it sucks, but oh well.lol. 3,
*chell*
disclaimer--don't own anybody from that 70s show..
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-UNLUCKY-
Why does daddy act that way? Those words. Steven, those words stung me like an arrow through my heart. Noelle, our daughter, would look up at me, her eyes twinkiling full of childhood magic. She thought everything was fun, and she was the princess full of super powers in her fantasy world, we call life.
I look at her, running my fingers through her hair. Her curly hair. I knew she got that from you, and I used to love it. All of our old friends, Donna, Eric, Fez, Kelso, they'd all see her and say 'she got that from Hyde.' and I'd smile, and nod, because I loved you more than the world. It reminded me of you, and I'd see you when I look at her. I'd know that she was half yours, she came from you too. And it was great. Noelle Burkhardt- Hyde.
But now, I've even thought of taking the Hyde out of her name.
That night you busted the hole through her door. I saw fear in her eyes. My child was scared to death. I never wanted her to be that scared, espically from her father. Her boozed up ass of a father.
When I was younger, I always thought I'd grow up and have the perfect family. I'd live in a three story brick house, white picket fence, pool in the backyard. But Steven, love got in the way of my fantasy, and now I have to face this everyday.
Vodka. Gin. Beer. The empty bottles are all over my floor. You'll drink, then throw them down. I've tried with all my power to get you to stop, but you'll hit me, bruise me up, and I'll always have to say, 'I ran into the door', or something to cover up the truth.
Deep inside, I still loved you. You were that seventeen year old rebel that I fell in love with back in high school.
I remember when you used to take her to the zoo, you all would leave, smiling, happy, before everything started, when she was two or three. You were god to her. She looked up to you, as if you were some kind of idol. And you were. You were her daddy.
You still are her daddy.
"Ugh, God look at that Burkhardt... She looks just like she did in high school. You know she's had surgeries..Lucky bitch" I overheard one day, walking along. It killed me. Lucky? I was far from lucky. I used to be rich, popular, pretty, everything was great. I was lucky. Then you happened. Then this happened. I am unlucky. Love has made me the most unlucky person on this earth.
Why do you drink like this? What happened in your mind? Did something click and make you think you had to? Your life has been great. I've made it great. The first few months after our wedding was the best few months of my life. We were young, and in love. Even after I had Noelle, things were great. But now...Now you've found a new wife, something new that's made you loose everything in your life. Made you lose us--Alchohol.
I want to escape from it all. But I can't. You have to be here for my baby. You have to be here for me. I have to be here.
One day I think I'll wake up, and it'll all be over. Some day, you'll come walking in the living room, kiss me on the forehead, pick Noelle up, and take her outside. There you'll play with the dog in the yard, running around, rolling around in the leaves, the sunlight glistening on both of you. The dog running around, barking at the neighbor that's out doing the gardening. They'll laugh, and you'll wave at them, Noelle giggiling, being happy, loving life, knowing you love her. I'll be the happiest person in the world.
But until then, I'll sit in the living room, Noelle watching a movie, while I'm watching you drown in a pool of yourself mutulating your own body with that deadly substance.
Unlucky. I am.
disclaimer--don't own anybody from that 70s show..
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-UNLUCKY-
Why does daddy act that way? Those words. Steven, those words stung me like an arrow through my heart. Noelle, our daughter, would look up at me, her eyes twinkiling full of childhood magic. She thought everything was fun, and she was the princess full of super powers in her fantasy world, we call life.
I look at her, running my fingers through her hair. Her curly hair. I knew she got that from you, and I used to love it. All of our old friends, Donna, Eric, Fez, Kelso, they'd all see her and say 'she got that from Hyde.' and I'd smile, and nod, because I loved you more than the world. It reminded me of you, and I'd see you when I look at her. I'd know that she was half yours, she came from you too. And it was great. Noelle Burkhardt- Hyde.
But now, I've even thought of taking the Hyde out of her name.
That night you busted the hole through her door. I saw fear in her eyes. My child was scared to death. I never wanted her to be that scared, espically from her father. Her boozed up ass of a father.
When I was younger, I always thought I'd grow up and have the perfect family. I'd live in a three story brick house, white picket fence, pool in the backyard. But Steven, love got in the way of my fantasy, and now I have to face this everyday.
Vodka. Gin. Beer. The empty bottles are all over my floor. You'll drink, then throw them down. I've tried with all my power to get you to stop, but you'll hit me, bruise me up, and I'll always have to say, 'I ran into the door', or something to cover up the truth.
Deep inside, I still loved you. You were that seventeen year old rebel that I fell in love with back in high school.
I remember when you used to take her to the zoo, you all would leave, smiling, happy, before everything started, when she was two or three. You were god to her. She looked up to you, as if you were some kind of idol. And you were. You were her daddy.
You still are her daddy.
"Ugh, God look at that Burkhardt... She looks just like she did in high school. You know she's had surgeries..Lucky bitch" I overheard one day, walking along. It killed me. Lucky? I was far from lucky. I used to be rich, popular, pretty, everything was great. I was lucky. Then you happened. Then this happened. I am unlucky. Love has made me the most unlucky person on this earth.
Why do you drink like this? What happened in your mind? Did something click and make you think you had to? Your life has been great. I've made it great. The first few months after our wedding was the best few months of my life. We were young, and in love. Even after I had Noelle, things were great. But now...Now you've found a new wife, something new that's made you loose everything in your life. Made you lose us--Alchohol.
I want to escape from it all. But I can't. You have to be here for my baby. You have to be here for me. I have to be here.
One day I think I'll wake up, and it'll all be over. Some day, you'll come walking in the living room, kiss me on the forehead, pick Noelle up, and take her outside. There you'll play with the dog in the yard, running around, rolling around in the leaves, the sunlight glistening on both of you. The dog running around, barking at the neighbor that's out doing the gardening. They'll laugh, and you'll wave at them, Noelle giggiling, being happy, loving life, knowing you love her. I'll be the happiest person in the world.
But until then, I'll sit in the living room, Noelle watching a movie, while I'm watching you drown in a pool of yourself mutulating your own body with that deadly substance.
Unlucky. I am.