AN: Hey Troops! I know what you're thinking "Holy Hell?! What hole did she
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Anna and I were silent on the drive home. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. She pulled the car into the garage, and I got out kicking my shoes off as I walked in the door.
"Supper tonight?" Anna finally said, "What would you like?"
"I don't want to think of eating." I looked at her, my expression sad. "Sorry."
Her arms wrapped around me, enveloping me a huge hug. I squeezed back.
"It's all right darling. GO! get busy and find something to keep your mind off of it."
I pulled away wiping an unshed tear before it could fall, "Well I have been meaning to go into the attic and clean up all that stuff."
"Haven't you been meaning to do that for 3 years?"
I smiled a little, "More like 4."
"Perfect job for you. Now get up there!" She hit my retreating butt with a towel.
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The attic. Now there was a job that would keep anybody's mind of anything. 30 decades worth of memories were shoved up there and in no way was it organized. I quickly changed into my battle gear of shorts and a tank top.
The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway where the bedrooms were; it swung open easily in my hand as a wave of hot air hit me. The air temperature had to be even hotter then it was outside. I was immediately glad for the tank top. Climbing the stairs it got hotter with every step. I pulled the chain on the light, and a bright beam of light chased the shadows away.
"Got my own sauna up here." I muttered "and my own junk yard." I added surveying the piles before me. After my family's accident I had taken everything of theirs and put it up here. And until now it had just sat in the same place. My mother's dresser sat against one wall, the painting that had hung in their room since I could remember laid against it. Boxes of my sister's belongings were piled in another corner. Dad's exercise bike had cobwebs clinging to it. Then again it had cobwebs clinging to it before I even put the thing up here!
I had donated all their clothes and other things that didn't really matter, but I hadn't been able to get rid of their furniture and other belongings. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, the dusty attic smell disappeared and for a brief moment I could smell Mom's perfume and hear her voice.
The door crashing shut behind me startled me out of my daydream. This was certainly not getting anything done. I clapped my hands together, "Right! First things first." And made my way to the closest box
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5 hours later
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I sneezed for the 500th time, sending another cloud of dust into the air. "I just can't win." I muttered.
The door opened below and soon Anna's head appeared as she crept up the stairs, "How is it going?"
"Fairly well, I have the piles more defined now." I motioned behind me, She looked doubtful, "Don't worry, it makes sense to me." I grinned at her expression. "I think I'm done for the night though."
"Oh good, because supper is done and Brock is on the phone." She passed up the cordless phone to me and headed back down.
"Hey baby" I dusted off my hands
"Hello from down south." Came his reply, "So how did it go today?"
I sunk to the top step and sighed, "It was absolutely horrible. They made me out to be a huge whore who can't keep her legs together."
"What? That's bullshit." Brocks voice was raised and angry
"Yeah I know. But it happened." I could hear a ton of racket on the other side, "What is going on down there?"
"Ah Kurt's just tryin' to wow us with his rhythmic talents by beating on a garbage can. Yo Kurt! Cut it." I could hear laughter and the noise stop, "So tell me what happened."
I proceeded to fill him on all the horrid details, with Shelia, Carrie and most of all Jimmy. Brock made the occasional growl until I got to the end.
"He actually wants you to pay him for Grayson? Did you tell Sarah?"
"No not yet. To tell you the truth, I was thinking of it."
"You've got to be kidding me!? Are you serious?"
"No! Yes! Yes I am serious. I don't know. It would make everything simpler. Wouldn't it?"
"Ok so you pay him 100 grand now, what's gonna happen after he blows through it? He's gonna come right back to you with his hand out. Then what are ya gonna do?"
I sighed, I knew Brock was right. "Yeah I know! But I did think about it."
"Promise me you won't do that."
I was silent, mulling it over.
"Maggie." His tone had a definite warning.
"Promise."
"Thank you. Hang on." His voice got muffled, "Hey baby, I gotta get going. Its meeting time then, we're gonna go get some grub."
"Yeah Anna has supper for me too."
"I'll see you later tonight ok?"
"Good, I miss you."
"Miss you too." The phone clicked in my ear and I headed down stairs.
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After supper, I headed back up the attic. I had been making such good progress, although Anna was still doubtful and thought the heat had made me stupid.
I headed back into the area were all of Dad's stuff got thrown and grabbed the nearest box. Inside were all of his old records, I grinned "Well theses wont fit into my CD player".
I dug around until I found what I had been looking for. I blew the dust off the cover and there sat 'the best of mo-town'
"Booyah!" I shouted.
Dad and I had listened to this record every time we cleaned the house. Surely it would inspire me in the attic right? I looked around, trying to figure out what lump of covered furniture was his old record player. It took 3 misses and then a solid hit before I was able to yank the cover off. And there it stood gleaming in its greatness. I grinned happily and wiggled. Was I really supposed to get this much enjoyment out of this? I mean really, I hadn't even turned the damn thing on.
Soon I was singing along to 'Jeremiah was a bull frog' and had gotten past about half of my dad's junk. I kept aside his ball glove and bat and a few things I figured Grayson would want.
I looked around me and made a mental check list of stuff, Mom's stuff had been pretty much re-organized, labeled, and the good had been saved and the bad thrown out. Dad's piles had grown a lot smaller, and I hadn't even started on Becca's things. That I would do tomorrow night. I yawned sleepily as I turned out the light and memories sunk into the darkness.
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Thunder crashed close by as lightening once again filled the room. A storm had blown through during the night and I hoped it wouldn't delay Brock's flight. I climbed from bed and turned on the overhead light, shivering slightly. The clock read 2:30am, at 2:35 the room plunged into darkness as the power went out.
"Beautiful." I said disgustedly. "Just friggin beautiful." I pulled the comforter off the bed and headed downstairs. The power came back on, as I was half way down the stairs, saving me from tripping on some Legos. I wasn't sleeping in my room; I might as well not be sleeping in the living room watching movies, right? I settled onto the couch, grabbed the remote hitting play for the DVD player. Whatever Grayson has watched last would be what I watched, there wasn't anyway I was going to climb of the couch. I was too tired.
Brock's entrance music came on as the menu popped up on his DVD. I just laughed. Of course this would be what Gray watched last. I hit play again and snuggled into my comforter.
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Warm lips brushed my shoulder and jerked me awake. I stared blankly for a minute getting my bearings before I realized that a hulking giant was leaning over me.
"Crap Lesnar, don't scare a girl like that." I muttered sitting up enough so he could slip in. I collapsed down, my head rested in his lap, "Hmmm what time is it? You just get home?"
"Yeah its 3:30." His fingers ran trails in my hair, running through it slowly, lulling me back into a sleep trance, "So you miss me so much you had to watch?" He nodded at the TV
"Sure I'll go along with that." I said grinning and hitting the button marked stop. The screen went blank and the room went dark.
"Don't you think you'll sleep better in your bed?" he asked.
"'Probably not."
"OK I'll sleep better if your in bed, how about that?" He pulled himself up and then grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up.
I grunted as his shoulder made contact with my stomach, "Watch it Lesnar I bruise easy. And no ravishing me tonight ok?"
He laughed, "I'm too tired to do any ravishing. Now grab your blanket"
I made a mad grab for it as Brock turned for the stairs; it trailed behind like a cloud picking up all the dirt I somehow didn't get in my cleaning endeavors.
We reached my room and in one smooth motion, Brock had turned the lights off, put me in bed and crawled in next to me pulling the comforter over our heads.
"Good night." I whispered nuzzling against him.
He pulled me tighter, a giant arm wrapped in a death lock around my middle, "G'night."
His breathing quieted with in minutes and soon he was fast asleep. For a brief moment in time, everything felt right with the world and I was happy.
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Anna and I were silent on the drive home. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. She pulled the car into the garage, and I got out kicking my shoes off as I walked in the door.
"Supper tonight?" Anna finally said, "What would you like?"
"I don't want to think of eating." I looked at her, my expression sad. "Sorry."
Her arms wrapped around me, enveloping me a huge hug. I squeezed back.
"It's all right darling. GO! get busy and find something to keep your mind off of it."
I pulled away wiping an unshed tear before it could fall, "Well I have been meaning to go into the attic and clean up all that stuff."
"Haven't you been meaning to do that for 3 years?"
I smiled a little, "More like 4."
"Perfect job for you. Now get up there!" She hit my retreating butt with a towel.
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The attic. Now there was a job that would keep anybody's mind of anything. 30 decades worth of memories were shoved up there and in no way was it organized. I quickly changed into my battle gear of shorts and a tank top.
The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway where the bedrooms were; it swung open easily in my hand as a wave of hot air hit me. The air temperature had to be even hotter then it was outside. I was immediately glad for the tank top. Climbing the stairs it got hotter with every step. I pulled the chain on the light, and a bright beam of light chased the shadows away.
"Got my own sauna up here." I muttered "and my own junk yard." I added surveying the piles before me. After my family's accident I had taken everything of theirs and put it up here. And until now it had just sat in the same place. My mother's dresser sat against one wall, the painting that had hung in their room since I could remember laid against it. Boxes of my sister's belongings were piled in another corner. Dad's exercise bike had cobwebs clinging to it. Then again it had cobwebs clinging to it before I even put the thing up here!
I had donated all their clothes and other things that didn't really matter, but I hadn't been able to get rid of their furniture and other belongings. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, the dusty attic smell disappeared and for a brief moment I could smell Mom's perfume and hear her voice.
The door crashing shut behind me startled me out of my daydream. This was certainly not getting anything done. I clapped my hands together, "Right! First things first." And made my way to the closest box
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5 hours later
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I sneezed for the 500th time, sending another cloud of dust into the air. "I just can't win." I muttered.
The door opened below and soon Anna's head appeared as she crept up the stairs, "How is it going?"
"Fairly well, I have the piles more defined now." I motioned behind me, She looked doubtful, "Don't worry, it makes sense to me." I grinned at her expression. "I think I'm done for the night though."
"Oh good, because supper is done and Brock is on the phone." She passed up the cordless phone to me and headed back down.
"Hey baby" I dusted off my hands
"Hello from down south." Came his reply, "So how did it go today?"
I sunk to the top step and sighed, "It was absolutely horrible. They made me out to be a huge whore who can't keep her legs together."
"What? That's bullshit." Brocks voice was raised and angry
"Yeah I know. But it happened." I could hear a ton of racket on the other side, "What is going on down there?"
"Ah Kurt's just tryin' to wow us with his rhythmic talents by beating on a garbage can. Yo Kurt! Cut it." I could hear laughter and the noise stop, "So tell me what happened."
I proceeded to fill him on all the horrid details, with Shelia, Carrie and most of all Jimmy. Brock made the occasional growl until I got to the end.
"He actually wants you to pay him for Grayson? Did you tell Sarah?"
"No not yet. To tell you the truth, I was thinking of it."
"You've got to be kidding me!? Are you serious?"
"No! Yes! Yes I am serious. I don't know. It would make everything simpler. Wouldn't it?"
"Ok so you pay him 100 grand now, what's gonna happen after he blows through it? He's gonna come right back to you with his hand out. Then what are ya gonna do?"
I sighed, I knew Brock was right. "Yeah I know! But I did think about it."
"Promise me you won't do that."
I was silent, mulling it over.
"Maggie." His tone had a definite warning.
"Promise."
"Thank you. Hang on." His voice got muffled, "Hey baby, I gotta get going. Its meeting time then, we're gonna go get some grub."
"Yeah Anna has supper for me too."
"I'll see you later tonight ok?"
"Good, I miss you."
"Miss you too." The phone clicked in my ear and I headed down stairs.
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After supper, I headed back up the attic. I had been making such good progress, although Anna was still doubtful and thought the heat had made me stupid.
I headed back into the area were all of Dad's stuff got thrown and grabbed the nearest box. Inside were all of his old records, I grinned "Well theses wont fit into my CD player".
I dug around until I found what I had been looking for. I blew the dust off the cover and there sat 'the best of mo-town'
"Booyah!" I shouted.
Dad and I had listened to this record every time we cleaned the house. Surely it would inspire me in the attic right? I looked around, trying to figure out what lump of covered furniture was his old record player. It took 3 misses and then a solid hit before I was able to yank the cover off. And there it stood gleaming in its greatness. I grinned happily and wiggled. Was I really supposed to get this much enjoyment out of this? I mean really, I hadn't even turned the damn thing on.
Soon I was singing along to 'Jeremiah was a bull frog' and had gotten past about half of my dad's junk. I kept aside his ball glove and bat and a few things I figured Grayson would want.
I looked around me and made a mental check list of stuff, Mom's stuff had been pretty much re-organized, labeled, and the good had been saved and the bad thrown out. Dad's piles had grown a lot smaller, and I hadn't even started on Becca's things. That I would do tomorrow night. I yawned sleepily as I turned out the light and memories sunk into the darkness.
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Thunder crashed close by as lightening once again filled the room. A storm had blown through during the night and I hoped it wouldn't delay Brock's flight. I climbed from bed and turned on the overhead light, shivering slightly. The clock read 2:30am, at 2:35 the room plunged into darkness as the power went out.
"Beautiful." I said disgustedly. "Just friggin beautiful." I pulled the comforter off the bed and headed downstairs. The power came back on, as I was half way down the stairs, saving me from tripping on some Legos. I wasn't sleeping in my room; I might as well not be sleeping in the living room watching movies, right? I settled onto the couch, grabbed the remote hitting play for the DVD player. Whatever Grayson has watched last would be what I watched, there wasn't anyway I was going to climb of the couch. I was too tired.
Brock's entrance music came on as the menu popped up on his DVD. I just laughed. Of course this would be what Gray watched last. I hit play again and snuggled into my comforter.
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Warm lips brushed my shoulder and jerked me awake. I stared blankly for a minute getting my bearings before I realized that a hulking giant was leaning over me.
"Crap Lesnar, don't scare a girl like that." I muttered sitting up enough so he could slip in. I collapsed down, my head rested in his lap, "Hmmm what time is it? You just get home?"
"Yeah its 3:30." His fingers ran trails in my hair, running through it slowly, lulling me back into a sleep trance, "So you miss me so much you had to watch?" He nodded at the TV
"Sure I'll go along with that." I said grinning and hitting the button marked stop. The screen went blank and the room went dark.
"Don't you think you'll sleep better in your bed?" he asked.
"'Probably not."
"OK I'll sleep better if your in bed, how about that?" He pulled himself up and then grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up.
I grunted as his shoulder made contact with my stomach, "Watch it Lesnar I bruise easy. And no ravishing me tonight ok?"
He laughed, "I'm too tired to do any ravishing. Now grab your blanket"
I made a mad grab for it as Brock turned for the stairs; it trailed behind like a cloud picking up all the dirt I somehow didn't get in my cleaning endeavors.
We reached my room and in one smooth motion, Brock had turned the lights off, put me in bed and crawled in next to me pulling the comforter over our heads.
"Good night." I whispered nuzzling against him.
He pulled me tighter, a giant arm wrapped in a death lock around my middle, "G'night."
His breathing quieted with in minutes and soon he was fast asleep. For a brief moment in time, everything felt right with the world and I was happy.