"Roots Of Creation"
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up may hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I throw up my hands
My hope is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time i feel irie
I feel irie when i'm down with the scene
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
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The first thing on his mind now was breakfast so after he banged her in the shower Mac insisted they go out to eat and she noticed he held her hand as they walked down the sidewalk to the bar. He was so territorial with her and it was annoying, but she wasn't in the mood to fight about it with him right now, the fight about getting married had upset her.
Julie tried to concentrate on the music, she loved Sublime but even that wasn't helping, this was a serious clusterfuck that she was right in the middle of, a key player if you will. Mac was impossible to get along with under usual circumstances, and now he was acting even worse. He also brought out the worst in her and constantly made her angry with his possessiveness.
It would only get worse now, the holding her hand was just the beginning.
She didn't want to be with him, yet she was, whatever was between them was not clearly defined and now there was a baby coming. Of all the guys to have this happen with, she had been careful, never missed a pill and didn't sleep around. One night, it had been a one night stand essentially, why did it have to be this guy. Why did he have to be so good looking, and why was she so weak for him.
"Eat up and feed my son, Jules." Mac said as he shoveled steak and eggs into his face like he hadn't eaten in days. Probably he hadn't if he was out cooking in the caves and getting high. He always ate in a hurry, like he had better things to do, and usually those better things had to do with drugs or whores.
This was already a fucking mess, she knew what and who he was, he wouldn't change.
"Its too soon to know what it is," She hissed across the table, "And keep your voice down."
"Whatsmatter, you don't want anyone to know, they're gonna find out sooner or later." He deadpanned, "I'm gonna call Isabelle."
"Don't you dare!" She raised her voice at the mention of Julie's only living relative, her mother's sister who lived in the next town over in a big old farmhouse. Isabelle loved Mac and was friends with Walter forever, small town life at it's best, everything was so convoluted and insane.
"She always liked me when we were kids," Mac mused, rubbing the scruff on his chin as if he was a professor giving a lecture, in a way he was. He was letting Julie know the lengths he would go to to get his way.
"That's because you always conned her with your bullshit, your blonde hair and blue eyes." Opppsss that was a slip he latched right onto.
"So, what's wrong with using my assets to my advantage," He sipped his coffee, "Worked on you too."
"Yeah and now look where it's gotten us."
"You just don't want to get along with me unless we're fucking, that's your problem and now we're chained and bound to each other for life."
"Look, I could just leave here, go far away..."
"I'd find you," He said with all seriousness, and his face chanced, the merry laughter and banter were gone. His features were dark as he threatened to follow her to the ends of the earth and she did believe that, "That wouldn't be good for you to do."
"Are you threatening me?"
Mac shook his head, "Nope, just letting you know how serious this is to me."
"Why, what if I never told you and just got ri..."
"Jules, even I know the second you knew, there was no doubt you were keeping it, I know what happened to you, Izzie and Walter are tight."
"Jesus isn't anything sacred in this fucking town?"
Mac didn't answer that, he wasn't going to argue with her about every little thing, he had plenty of money and a nine-inch cock that all the ladies loved. He could snap his fingers right now and have some girl here ready and willing, but this girl he suddenly cared about feeding before him was the only one he wanted. Even though she was difficult as fuck. Even he couldn't quite process it all right now. But at least he knew now he had to pick his battles with her.
All he wanted to do was make her smile, see her happy, prove her wrong. Earlier Mac had glared at anyone with a cigarette until they left the place, but Julie was still disbelieving that he could or would change in any significant way. He had a lot of work to do if she was going to believe in him and allow him to be part of this.
"I don't want you giving me any diseases," She said later as they walked out into the parking lot towards his truck, "We are not a thing."
"Oh fuck you, Julie, it was just gonorrhea and I was fifteen," He huffed at her, "And we are a thing, and have been for a while now." Then he smiled wide as a thought occurred to him, "Now you can call me Daddy, no wait, Papi, yeah Papi!"
"Ew," She huffed, "I will not."
"You will if I want ya to!" He growled and yanked her by her hand, what was the holding her hand shit? Clearly, he was letting the whole fucking town know what was going on, "And you have to come home for good now."
"Mac," Julie answered, "I'm not leaving school..."
Mac stopped dead in his tracks and gave her a look that told her this was a subject not up for debate. This was a battle he was going to pick with her. This was a fight he would gladly have with her right in the middle of town if that was the way she wanted it.
"You are coming home." He growled.
"No, I'm not,"
"Yeah," He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder right there in the parking lot like a sack of potatoes, she was still light as a feather but his dick twitched at the thought of her soon being heavier with his child growing inside of her, but this wasn't the time to think about fucking her, he'd also just fucked her and yet he wanted her again, "You are."
"Put me down." She hollered and slapped at his back.
"Nope," He started to carry her towards his truck, "Think maybe we are gonna get married."
"This caveman shit isn't working for me," Julie continued, "And I am not marrying you."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I ain't giving you a choice. You can go to online school. You're moving in with me."
"Fuck no I'm not moving into that shit hole you live in." She screamed, " And I fuckin hate you."
"It's mutual," He put her down, "I'd take you over my knee but we both know you like that."
"I'm going back to school right now," She turned to leave, if she wasn't pregnant her would beat her ass right now, but even he knew that was a total dick move, he had no problem smacking her if she deserved it, but even he knew you didn't hit a pregnant woman.
"Then I'll see you there," He called out to her instead, "I ain't letting you out of my sight from now on."
"You can't keep me prisoner," She yelled back as she headed for her hotel room. There was a crowd of people that came out of the bar and a few stores in the area. The ruckus must have been too hard to resist for the nosy assholes in this town.
"Watch me." He called back and then turned to the crowd, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
He stomped after her, just as she was about to slam the door in his face, he put one of his rock hard arms against the door and busted in after her.
"I'll tie you to this fucking bed right now and you won't go anywhere." He yelled as he stalked across the room at her.
"Try it and see what happens," She yelled back and threw her suitcase on the bed, then started throwing clothes into it. Then she turned and faced him, "Don't you touch me, all this drama is bad for the baby so knock it the fuck off."
Stepping closer she got right in his face.
"If you care so much about this baby than stop being so...so...you!"
"You know how hard it is for me not to backhand you right now, why ya got to be so fuckin difficult. I wanna make sure you're OK, every day. This is...you are important to me."
"Then let me go back to school where I belong, it's four more months, then I'll come home."
"Fine," He finally said and crossed his arms, letting her know she had won this battle but not the war, "Stay today, I wanna take you shopping, for Vitamins and shit. Then we can both go back tomorrow, OK?"
Julie didn't answer.
"Look I'm trying here, " He stopped and lit a cigarette and she glared at him. He backed up so that the smoke was downwind, "Work with me, yeah?"
"Mac you gotta stop with all this proprietary crap. I'm not one of your possessions. I won't be."
He stood there smoking, making sure to blow the smoke away from her, it was all he could do at that moment as he tried to process what she was saying. He had never cared about a woman before, never worried about someone's health and it was more than her just being a vessel for his spawn. He was still getting used to that concept too; fatherhood.
How the fuck was he going to pull that off? He had no clue how to act, his only example ever being Walter and his special brand of parenting. Mac's mother had died young, like Julie's parents, but she had Isabelle in her corner, she was fine; Julie was normal. Mac was anything but normal. Walter had a mean streak and until the time when Mac was big enough to fight back, he'd been subject to it and so much cruelty. He had no one to set an example for how to act with women, and in his defense, none of them complained, except her.
But it didn't matter, she was the one that counted now.
"I can be a better man," He finally said looking down at the dust as he stomped the cigarette out in the rocky earth, then he looked up at her. His eyes were soft for a second and the expression she saw pass over his face was unfamiliar, but it didn't stay too long.
"You're gonna clean up your act?"
"Yeah," He answered, but Julie didn't believe him and he couldn't really blame her.
"I'll believe it when I see it."
Well, now he had to do it, just to spite her.