I'm back. I hit writer's block for a bit, but never fear, my muses are here! (both bound and angry, but oh well)
Kurt: Are you going to give that poor girl a break?
Karla: The people have spoken. Brittany is to tell no one.
Kurt: You mean person considering there's only been one reviewer to vote.
Karla: Hey! It's a vote and so what if Anything but Ordinary was the only one to review? She's still the majority.
Kurt: Perhaps I should go vactioning in her fics.
Karla: Fine! See if I care!
Kurt: *mutters in German, packs a bag that appears out of nowhere and leaves*
Karla: Um... okay, I guess he wasn't bluffing. Use him well! I must be off to the Muses 'R' Us.
I lay in the hospital bed waiting for my Daddy to come and get me. I had no idea what was going to happen when he did. He'd probably be at least a little sober, maybe appologize... no, that was too much to hope for.
"Brittany, your father is here to see you." the doctor said from the door. I swallowed heavily as he was lead into the room. The doctor left, closing the door.
"You didn't tell them about last night did you?" Daddy asked. He was himself again, but how long that would last I didn't know.
"No." I replied.
"Good. You can't tell anyone. You know that right?" he asked, then, before I could answer, "they wouldn't believe you."
"I know Daddy." I said. I felt terrible and I knew that Damia would believe me at least, but I couldn't say that.
"I'm going to take you home with me okay? You'll be healed in no time." he said.
"Won't my friends ask questions?" I asked.
"Probably, but don't worry. And Brittany?"
"Yes?" I asked.
"Don't get into any fights. Violence isn't a way to solve anything." Daddy said. How ironic.
So now you have a muse Anything but Ordinary. Use him well. I will be back from the muse store, so if you have any requests, please let me know.
Kurt: Are you going to give that poor girl a break?
Karla: The people have spoken. Brittany is to tell no one.
Kurt: You mean person considering there's only been one reviewer to vote.
Karla: Hey! It's a vote and so what if Anything but Ordinary was the only one to review? She's still the majority.
Kurt: Perhaps I should go vactioning in her fics.
Karla: Fine! See if I care!
Kurt: *mutters in German, packs a bag that appears out of nowhere and leaves*
Karla: Um... okay, I guess he wasn't bluffing. Use him well! I must be off to the Muses 'R' Us.
I lay in the hospital bed waiting for my Daddy to come and get me. I had no idea what was going to happen when he did. He'd probably be at least a little sober, maybe appologize... no, that was too much to hope for.
"Brittany, your father is here to see you." the doctor said from the door. I swallowed heavily as he was lead into the room. The doctor left, closing the door.
"You didn't tell them about last night did you?" Daddy asked. He was himself again, but how long that would last I didn't know.
"No." I replied.
"Good. You can't tell anyone. You know that right?" he asked, then, before I could answer, "they wouldn't believe you."
"I know Daddy." I said. I felt terrible and I knew that Damia would believe me at least, but I couldn't say that.
"I'm going to take you home with me okay? You'll be healed in no time." he said.
"Won't my friends ask questions?" I asked.
"Probably, but don't worry. And Brittany?"
"Yes?" I asked.
"Don't get into any fights. Violence isn't a way to solve anything." Daddy said. How ironic.
So now you have a muse Anything but Ordinary. Use him well. I will be back from the muse store, so if you have any requests, please let me know.